Excluding the crucial fact that office jobs pay you an income….if staying home to raise children and do chores and bake bread was really so much easier and more joyful than working in an office on some objective level, why aren’t men doing it? Why aren’t they chomping at the bit to be ~leisurely house husbands~ to a working wife? Why aren’t they stepping up to depend solely on someone else’s income in exchange for round-the-clock domestic labor, if it’s really as blissful and their propaganda suggests? Curious.

Thank you! This is such an important reminder.

attention this is your captain speaking chag sameach pesach to all celebrating and a reminder do not open the airlock to greet elijah the vulcan rabbinic council ruled that opening the door to the room where the seder is occurring is sufficient elijah can get on a starship just fine himself he just likes to be personally invited in to your seder we dont need another incident like last year thank you

feeling excited for spring and felt inspired to draw some plants (and bugs of course)

This makes me weepy for so many reasons:

1. There’s a kid out there already thinking of inclusivity at such a young age.

2. There’s a blind boy who feels more seen and loved and part of his class.

3. The tenderness and consideration that the mom put into creating the special heartfelt felt heart (see what I did there?) for the classmate is so apparent.

4. That boy’s parents must have bawled seeing the valentine their son came home with and knowing that he’s being included and welcomed by his peers.

Svetlana Tartakovska (1979), Young Writer, Undated, Oil on masonite.

Link: http://www.artist-view.nl/

I’m kind of obsessed with this painting and others by the same artist of Black girls. it is one of the few representations of Black women in “traditional art,” for lack of a better term that shows the subject as soft, delicate and vulnerable, which are qualities ascribed to us so rarely it’s notable when it happens. It’s painted by a Ukrainian woman. I don’t have time to unpick all the complexities there, but there’s enough fraughtness between Black women and Eastern Europeans that the source of this painting is equally as surprising to me as the tenderness of subject.

this is killing me. the textile details. the light. the harmony. it’s drowning me, i’m dying. i love it so very much.

I love to see us depicted as delicate and adored, even tho I myself am an old tomboy. Black women deserve.

please please please

Begging is an underrated method of verifying consent in my opinion

kintsugi (all my scars are golden) // prints, etc

"Now you are going to be quiet while I do this."

*Tries to seduce her while being cute and flirty*

"What instruction did I give you?"

*Immediately shuts up and gets lost in thoughts of adoration of her while thinking about how grateful I am to be owned by her*

I think people forget that Consensual Non Consent isn't always ropes and force. It can be cute and sweet and functional like any kink.

Fun fact about me: I am highly averse to the sensation of water on my skin. I am autistic and it is a sensory nightmare that I can't describe.

And in the last few years as both personal and global circumstances have worsened, my ability to tolerate it has severely declined and I became detrimentally avoidant of showers.

To the point where, my partner and I decided (I asked him and he agreed) that he would assume control of my showing habits. He would tell me when shower day would be, and he'd get in there with me, to help me through it and make sure I actually did it.

It is very much a CNC situation. I literally whimper and beg him not to make me do it. And I also have a safe word in case I really can't do it.

This system has improved my general well being dramatically. I literally just cannot force myself to endure the extraordinary discomfort.

But he can. And then he cradles my head on his chest as I whimper and occasionally actually cry during the first few minutes when my nervous system goes the most haywire.

We usually do not have sex. We're very touchy people so there is a lot of cuddling and a little groping, but that's not the central point and it very rarely ever results in any kind of prolonged sexual activities.

Because kink is not just about sex. Kink can be accommodating. Even the "scary" kinks like CNC

Unyielding

A few months after we broke up, we met up to take a walk. We’d both had time to process, to find coherent words about why things ended and why we couldn't go back.

D/s came up toward the end of our discussion. One of our ongoing issues was that I always needed him to be stricter. I craved a higher level of power exchange and accountability. I wanted to be pushed. He struggled with this, afraid that he would push too hard. Despite numerous meta talks and reestablishment of rules/expectations, our dynamic never got close to strict.

Our D/s became inconsistent and restricted to the bedroom. I communicated that I could take more. I wanted longer beatings, rougher sex, more pain. He always stopped just shy of enough, but I wanted to be challenged. I wanted to be forced to endure. I was hungry. But he hesitated when I reacted "negatively" (i.e. tears, whining, an unhappy expression) or showed resistance--both inside and out of the bedroom--releasing the leash when I needed him to pull it tighter.

I am not blameless in this. I relied heavily on his Dominant behavior to trigger my submissive behavior, and that was unfair. It was easier and more comfortable to allow the leniency and to tell myself that the level of strictness I needed was unreasonable. I was being impatient. Perhaps he needed time. He was a kind man. He didn't want to hurt me, and couldn't give me more than he was comfortable with. That was good... right? I wondered if I was crazy for feeling frustrated that my partner was incapable of beating me to tears.

During that post-breakup talk, he admitted that he had been unable to take himself seriously as a Dominant. I expressed that I needed someone more unyielding.

“But do you really?” he asked. “Do you really need someone unyielding?”

I remember the way he said it. Incredulous. Like I couldn't possibly want that.

Yes. The answer was yes, always will be yes.

I have been submissive my entire adult life. I have known the truth of my needs for fifteen years. You can scroll back on my blog and read the cravings of my heart from 2011. I am not saying that I need a Dominant partner who is completely inflexible and harsh. I just want to feel that I am under his thumb. Always, not sometimes. If I tell him that I can endure more, I want him to believe me.

I have so, so much to give the right person. I know the kind of relationship I seek exists. So, I'll wait. In the words of one of my favorite posts from @cherishedproperty: "I can’t compromise what I know I need. If I do, I will never have it."

When it comes to my needs, I have to be unyielding, too.

I want code words/phrases that we use when we're in polite company that activate the subby part of his brain. I want to see the moment it clicks, the sharp inhale, the wide eyes, the faint blush. I want to catch him adjusting his pants when he refills my glass or brings me my coat.

'You call the shots, babe I just wanna be yours'