Why Is It Hot?

Guy next to me on the plane is using kik to exchange dick pictures with two other dudes. His phone background is the Patriots logo, and he looks like a football player gone to seed. Most entertained I’ve been on a flight in some time.

feminist-submissive:

8 Studies That Debunk Male Gender Stereotypes

sexxxisbeautiful:

fuckyeahsexeducation:

nadiaaboulhosn:

nevver:

1. Between infancy and first grade, boys express their emotions more readily than girls. [here]
2. Worldwide, boys aren’t any better at math than girls. [here]
3. Young men are more emotionally vulnerable to troubles in their relationships than young women are. [here]
4. Men are less rational investors than women. [here]
5. Men aren’t worse than women at reading emotional cues. [here]
6. Men monitor their partners more than women. [here]
7. Men are twice as likely as women to commit suicide after divorce. [here]
8. In anonymous settings, women are more aggressive than men. [no shit]

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well damn.

Reblogging this because I think it’s super important when it comes to sex and relationships and how as a society we view these things to realize that everything we’ve been taught about “men” and “women” is wrong. Not just the exclusion of trans* identities or the discussion of binarism in regards to intersex and genital differences but also the way we view gender roles and even cis gender identities and biology and behavior. This affects the way people interact in relationships and during sexual conduct and also how we act in our day-to-day lives.

good resources.

spankingnl:

A mouth soaping is an absolutely embarrassing punishment for a grown woman. It requires her to open her mouth willingly and have the bar of soap repeatedly rubbed over her tongue and teeth, creating a horribly burning sensation and horrible taste in her mouth. Almost inevitably, she will drool thereby only adding to her embarrassment. And all the while this is going on, she is being scolded for her bad language or her lying or gossiping or back talking or for speaking badly about herself.

Often, it is done in the bath room in front of the sink and thus, the mirror. This means that she will be looking at her own reflection as this punishment is happening, further adding to her embarrassment. All the while, she is hoping that this will be the end. That she will be allowed to rinse and spit. That please, please, please she won’t have to hold the bar of soap in her mouth as she stands in the corner. Or worse…that she won’t  have to hold the bar of soap in her mouth as she is spanked.

Perhaps he will even spank her in that location, in front of the bathroom mirror. Dropping the soap will mean extra swats so she will be forced to hold the soap firmly with her teeth. This adds to the horrible taste and the burning, as her teeth sink deeper into the soap while she is trying very hard not to grit her teeth further as the strap or the brush bite into the flesh of her bare bottom.

All the while, she is there in front of that mirror. Looking at the blush of shame on her cheeks. Looking at how that bar of soap stretches out her lips, making her face look weird. Looking at how a foamy drool keeps forming at the sides of her mouth, perhaps even dribbling onto her chest. Looking at the expression in her eyes, as she is desperately trying to make eye contact with him, pleading silently to end the punishment.

Now, are you sure you want to give me a big mouth, young lady?

Please note, this is fantasy. Always be careful if you use mouth soaping. People can be allergic to the soap you use, causing their tongue to swell and cause breathing difficulties! Never use extended mouth soaping with a person who has never experienced it before or with a soap you have never used with this person before! Be careful not to swallow any soap or soapy saliva as this will cause you an upset stomach and/or vomiting, ending your scene quickly and unpleasantly. The power of mouth soaping is in the psychological impact, NOT in the duration. A little goes a long way!

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the-dark-side-of-the-room:

Phillip Toledano: A New Kind of Beauty

Borrowing techniques from Han Holbein the Younger, Philip Toledano photographs people who have gone through radical reconstructive plastic surgery. 

[Slate, FastCoDesign (links are nsfw)]

Very mixed feelings about this project. Not sure how to feel. Not enough information here to know. At any rate, it definitely makes me feel something, so there is that. 

I just really wish there was some commentary from the models. About their motivations for surgery, their feelings about the results, their thoughts on the project itself. Perhaps there’s some in the book. I sincerely hope so.

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captionstojerkby:

A follower and I had a brief conversation the other day about how culturally conditioned the types of people we fantasize about are. For example, we here in America have a particular thing for jocks and fratboys, across the Atlantic there’s the whole strange chav phenomenon, and from my limited viewing of French porn they seem to prefer pouty-lipped waifs with floppy hair who smoke cigarettes and choke when they suck dick.

We look at a fratty guy who played lacrosse in college or a motorcycle cop decked out in tight pants (with piping!), mirrored shades, and short leather gloves and we think they’re hot, at least partially by virtue of what they are in addition to how they look. But of course one hundred years ago, there were no frat boys to lust after, and certainly no motorcycle cops.

Before symposia, no one fetishized the cupbearer.

It’s all so very culturally conditioned, a product of the time and place in which we live. All of which is to say that after viewing this pic, the fact that an increasing share of my fantasy life is going to involve the idea of being fucked from behind by an Olympian as he wraps his medal around my neck and pulls back for leverage is completely normal.

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I had a long conversation with my best friend the other day about BDSM, and whether it was possible to engage in BDSM activities without it being sexual.  She’s done a bit of impact play, hitting other people and tying them up.  She’s interested in it, although she doesn’t get aroused by doing it, just— taking pleasure, she said, in doing that for other people.

My best experience with BDSM, that I still think about sometimes, was at a gay male leather bar where they did little demos of various kinks.  I went to the wax ‘torture’ table, where I put on cuffs and a blindfold, took down my halter top and unzipped the top of my pencil skirt.  It was wonderful, feeling eyes on me and lapsing into meditation, feeling queerly cared for when he scraped me clean, and with no impulse to make it sexy, no impulse to fuck afterwards.  It felt wonderful, and I was a little wobbly on my heels afterward, but it wasn’t sexual.  Sensuous, maybe, is the word.

(I did the electricity play station, too, and she cuffed my hands and hooked me up to a current so that I sparked when people touched me.  That was beautiful, too; a group of leather-clad bears all touching me, my skin sparking like an odd madonna.  Not sexual, either— not precisely.)

A friend of a friend just emailed me to ask if BDSM could be non-sexual, coincidentally enough.  It’s hard to formulate an answer.  Really, it’s: “I don’t know.  Sort of.  Maybe.”

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submissivemen:

I love the simplicity of this photo, and how peaceful he looks, just standing there, waiting.

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What I had not expected was how, after my “milking” encounter with him, I would feel a profound mind altering sense of exhilaration. I will admit I balked slightly at first when the issue came up once more with him. A few lingering worries about my other expenses made me hesitant to comply. Yet, I broke through my physiological wall.

I can’t really describe what I underwent during that milking. I blew more than cash with him. I blew both sexually and mentally. I realized then what I wanted to be with him. I was now or, longed to become, his property. That financial encounter with him sealed the deal for me.
If I had any doubts of what I was, I lost them on that day when he mentally bent me over and rammed his authority deep into me. I had spent a long time waffling and wavering about my unexpected cravings for submission. I’d been telling myself maybe it was just a sexual interest not a natural condition within me. I had pretended to myself that it could be an occasional role-play if circumstances warranted it. He opened the truth inside me. Prior to him I was a alpha take charge guy. With him, my stallion self image got gelded fast. I’ve been finally and utterly emotionally “bottomed” by an expert dominant that knew which buttons would activate the “pussy” in my brain.

“Cash Fag,” by Jason Vault

Run into cashfag fantasies a lot in dom/sub writing.  It resonates with nineteenth-century metaphors of sperm/semen as currency, to my mind.  (19th C writers were REALLY worried about spending sperm unnecessarily!)  Give me your money and you’ve given me your seed, your masculinity.  I wince at it, since I’m a cheapskate, but I guess that’s the appeal of it, breaking past that “psychological wall.”

The “milking” thing is really cool, too.  Feminizing the bottom but in an especially dehumanizing (animalistic) way, really emphasizing the body as detached from the mind. 

mansdrill:

Just one reason. It don’t even have to be a good one.

Gunplay terrifies me. 

I like guns, to be perfectly honest with you — find them interesting machines — and I’ve always been curious about what it feels like to be shot.  Seeing guns used in sexual situations, though— it makes everything in me just clench in cold horror. 

Guns are a kind of void; they lack an opinion  on the subject, they will shoot wherever they’re aimed.  What matters is the capricious will of the person who holds the gun.  The gun may not kill people (as the NRA says), but it makes it a whole hell of a lot easier (as Eddie Izzard says).  So shoving a gun in someone’s mouth— it’s not just a dick replacement, it’s using a dick replacement to kill the person. When you’re using a knife, when you’re infecting someone, it’s personal.  The gun, even this close, implies a level of detachment.

It’s an intense threat.  I can see why it’s hot, I think, because of that detachment and that threat.  But— oh, god, what terror it gives me!

Love this kind of puppyish position.

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