Gender Troublemakers Mirha-Soleil Ross and Xanthra Phillipa, 1993, Canada
What happens when two Transdykes get sick of non-transsexual's uninformed representation of their sexualities and their lives? They grab their 8 millimeter home video camera, their last 200 bucks, and come up with an uncompromising in-your-face flick about their shitty relationships with gay men and their unabashed attraction to other transsexual women. (watch here 18+)
In an interesting turn of events I have been enrolled in a six hour couples bondage seminar despite being both 1. painfully single and 2. Incredibly anxious but fuck it we ball, I guess
I thought "Excellent, I've been looking for more formal training in this area" so I signed up and then twenty minutes later the hamster running the wheel that powers my brain woke up and I went "ah shit, I need a date for this don't I"
You can choke someone unconscious in just 15 seconds. Temporary or permanent brain damage can then occur within 30 seconds. After 3 minutes, the brain will shut down and they will die.
And yet, plenty of people think getting choked in bed is sexy, and will attempt it without any research whatsoever.
Did you know that using binding materials that are too thin can cause lacerations? Or that tying someone in the wrong position can kill them? Did you know that just surface pressure held too long, without any struggling or pulling, can feel like a bone-deep bruise? Or alternatively, that too much slack or movement can strip skin right off, and you might not even feel it happening?
Sitting in a big room writing down notes and following an instructor really isn't all that sexy for me personally, true, but a lot of kink comes with risk, and making the concious choice to engage in kink without taking steps to minimize that risk is, frankly, dangerous and irresponsible.
Like.... every sky diving attendant probably had to pass a few exams before jumping out a plane with you, right? So wouldn't you feel a little unsafe jumping with one that was just making it up as they went?
Good time for a periodic reminder that "butch" does not mean "has muscles" and it does not mean "sidebuzz haircut" and if you look at a cartoon girl who wears makeup and skirts and high heels and decide she's butch purely on the virtue of "she's kind of buff" or "she's got short hair" or "she's rude to men" or "she knows how to fight" then you need to delete futchscale.png off your hard drive and talk to an actual butch for once in your life
i think its more common than you think. its interesting to me because the term is mainly used to describe people who have lost a limb but still feel like they have it whereas for me its feeling like i have a "limb" ive never had before
this is why i like being open about my sexual experiences this is real and its fine and normal. and hot even. like yes babes get so turned on your brain manufactures those neural connections on the spot. do you know how neurologically complicated that must be? we are so sexy
okay i discussed before the new thing that my fursona is actually some sort of fucked up creature that imitates a dog and in truth various parts of her have particular functions. i’ve thought some more about it.
so her tongue which is actually a proboscis that is connected to an internal egg sac and functions as an ovipositor but like flattens shut to imitate a tongue. so this has both has input and output. new thing i have decided: basically if she were sucking your dick, she could use that thang on your dick and your cum would be used to fertilise her eggs. when ready, she could then deposit the eggs in a host to incubate. she can still do it with unfertilised eggs if you just wanted some freaky fun without committing to it. they do get replenished.
forget what i said about her dick before, that is cum it produces. this is how two of her species would mate, by like sucking each other’s dicks with their proboscises then finding hosts to incubate their eggs.
also, if you were small enough like perhaps some manner of mousegirl or maybe a bit bigger, it could stretch, she could like vore you with that thing and you would be safely stored in her egg sac. it would be slimy and sticky and weird but no risk of being digested and she could bring you back up like one of her eggs.
okay there you go, that’s how weird and fucked up she is. she can do weird fetish stuff if you want but she likes to play dog.
“Stop.” Mindi’s feet froze in place, her shoulders seizing up in the middle of their turn to flee the room, her head already beginning to look away but her gaze still stuck on Anna’s nude, statuesque body. “Turn around.” Mindi felt her muscles dragged to attention, pulled back by curiosity and arousal and that strange, electric chemistry the leggy blonde possessed that always made Mindi eager to gain her attention and approval. She had Anna’s attention right now, every last bit of it, but she couldn’t imagine the older woman approved of Mindi peeping on her while she masturbated and that made Mindi meek and desperate and unable to resist Anna’s commands. “Come over here and sit on the bed,” Anna finished, and of course Mindi did as she was told.
“I’m not upset,” the Amazonian blonde murmured, her voice incongruously breathy and seductive in Mindi’s ears. “You’re a young woman, you’re figuring out what you want out of life, and it’s not surprising that you’d be… let’s just say curious… about other women’s bodies and the things we do when we’re alone.” Mindi wished she could look away, but god did Anna make that difficult. She was lounging on the bed with her alabaster legs spread and her soft, smooth-shaven pussy open and exposed and flushed with arousal, and her tits were so perfect and her eyes sparkled with that gorgeous shade of Mediterranean blue. She was everything tiny, mousy Mindi wished she was, and it was impossible not to stare at her in helpless longing right now.
Even so, it somehow never occurred to Mindi that she was actually attracted to the older woman until Anna said, “But if you wanted to get to know my naked body, sweetie, all you needed to do was ask,” and took Mindi’s wrist in her hand to place Mindi’s index and middle finger directly onto Anna’s warm, wet cunt. They sank in almost before Mindi knew what she was doing, engulfed in a feverish heat and a slickness that made them move so easily as Mindi began to instinctively thrust with them, and it felt so absurdly sexy that Mindi wound up finger-banging her house mother without ever actually making the conscious decision to do so. She just kept watching that pretty pussy engulf her tiny digits again and again, over and over, and it slowly began to dawn on her that she never wanted to stop.
Her gaze flicked up to Anna’s eyes, still seeking that approval she needed so badly, and Mindi was astonished to see the other woman’s gaze going slightly absent with lust. “Don’t stop,” Anna gasped, her voice a husky growl, and then Mindi found the swollen protrusion of her clit and Anna’s jaw went slack with arousal. It felt oddly powerful, the first power Mindi had felt in this entire encounter and quite possibly any dynamic she’d ever had with another woman, and she wanted more right away. She wanted to play with Anna’s pussy until the tall blonde was whimpering and moaning and pleading for more of what Mindi offered, and if she realized she was drifting into a state of thoughtless focus on her lover’s desires, she didn’t care. It was too fucking sexy to care about little unimportant details right now.
Mindi leaned in. She thrust a little harder. And then she put her tongue just over her fingers and began to taste.
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