Let your oc be judged by Graile, the hard working bumble bee! State if your troll is 18+ or not, but not because she’s like flirty or anything!! She just has older sister/nice teacher energy when it comes to younger trolls! However, 18+ muns only!!
Multiple reblogs allowed, be sure to put a small description of the oc so I have something to go off of, and feel free to judge first/judge back!! ^^
YouTube- watched lesbians making out and started to feel very wet so experimented.
How old were you when you had your first orgasm?
Haven’t yet
Can you tell us more about your first orgasm? How did it happen?
Haven’t had one yet
How often do you masturbate?
Every day if possible
When was the last time you masturbated?
Just before this survey
Do you masturbate to any stimulus?
No.
What do you think about?
Read smut/my crush doing naughty stuff to me.
What’s the last thing you thought of or masturbated to?
Porn video of lesbians
Have you ever walked in on or caught someone masturbating? (If yes, please tell us a little more about it)
Yes. My parents were doing foreplay just before sex and they were rubbing up against each other. He was eating her pussy dry whilst she winked him off.
Have someone ever walked in on or caught you masturbating? (If yes, please tell us a little more about it)
N/A
Have you ever had cyber sex?
No
Have you ever had phone sex?
Yes.
Have you ever had a wet dream?
Definitely
What‚ is your favourite method of masturbation? (i.e. Hands/Toys/Lotion/etc.)
Hands
Are you loud or quiet when you masturbate?
Quiet- heavy breather
Do you ever masturbate in pjs? If so what type and how?
Yes. Put boobs over top and pull my trousers and thong down to my ankles.
Do you ever touch any other part of your body whilst you masturbate?
Nipples and ass
Has anyone ever watched you masturbate live online?
No
Has anyone ever watched you masturbate in person?
No
Have you ever watched someone masturbate live online?
Yes
Have you ever watched someone masturbate in person?
Yes
Have you ever masturbated with someone? (Mutual masturbation)
No
Do you enjoy watching others masturbate?
Yes, boys and girls
Do you enjoy being watched while masturbating?
I think I would like it.
Who do you like to think about when you masturbate?
My crush.
Have you ever told them you think about them while you masturbate?
No
Does anyone know you masturbate? How did they find out?
My friends. They guessed and I couldn’t deny it.
Have you masturbated because your partner wasn’t around to help? Where were they?
Yes. I don’t tend to have a boyfriend very often.
What is your most embarrassing masturbation story?
None
What is your funniest masturbation story?
None
Have you ever masturbated in unique or strange places? Or where do you do it?
Public bathroom, hotel, bath/shower etc
Have you ever used something unique or strange to masturbate?
No
Is it easy for you to orgasm or do you have to work for it?
Haven’t yet so hard
What is the easiest way for you to get off?
Fingering and tit/ass play
Is there only one way you can get off? (i.e. Vaginal/Clitoral/Toy Use)
No
Are you able to achieve orgasm through only non-conventional or indirect methods? (Breast Play/Hands-Free/Anal)
No
Do you ever double penetrate while you masturbate?
Yes.
Do you ever suck on a dildo, fingers or anything while you masturbate?
Yes.
Do you edge when you masturbate? (Get to the point of orgasm and stop repeatedly to enhance the experience)
Yes, and shake
What position do you typically masturbate in?
On back with legs spread wide apart.
How do you react when you orgasm, arch your back, pull faces? Etc
Don’t know.
Describe how an orgasm feels to you when you cum? If possible
Dunno yet lol
Describe a typical masturbation session.
Start off by making sure I’m wet and horny then I get my tits out and make them super wet by licking them and biting them. Then I play with my outer pussy and work my way to my clit. Then I finger myself whilst still playing with my tits until I want to stop.
How long do you usually last?
45+
What is the quickest you have brought yourself to an orgasm?
10
What is the longest masturbation session you have had?
2hrs+
What are the most times in a day you have cum?
3
How wet do you get? Do you leak fluids when you orgasm? (If yes, please describe)
Really wet-running down my legs slowly
If you are older than 35, how has masturbation changed for you over the years?
None
Do you want to tell us something more about your masturbation experiences? Say here
No
Are you sexually aroused taking this survey?
Yes
Are you going to masturbate tonight after taking this survey?
I’m going to get personal for a moment here because there’s something that’s been weighing on my mind with the pending criminalization of abortion, and that’s a lot of conservative folks saying that they would make ‘allowances’ for abortion in cases of rape and incest.
Here’s my problem with that: who determines if folks with uteruses are raped?
Is it enough if they report it to the police? Per RAINN, only about 1 in 3 sexual assaults are reported. Does their rapist have to be found guilty? Less than 3% of sexual assaults result in a felony conviction.
Let’s say we go with the first option, that a sexual assault victim merely needs to make a police report, like someone trying to get their car insurance to cover a hit and run accident. How soon after the assault do they need to report? Do they need to have a rape kit done? What if they wait to report until past the point when a rape kit is helpful? And what happens if, when they go to report, they get told that what happened to them wasn’t rape, or are strongly encouraged by the police not to file a report and “ruin” their attackers life?
I know this is a lot of hypotheticals, so I want to make it more real, and share my rape story.
Ten years ago, I was at a party. I was drinking, pretty heavily, and a friend of a friend who I had met a few times offered to walk me home. He told me, and everyone, that he was sober, so he’d look out for me. When we got back to my place, he asked to come in for a drink. I didn’t say no. He started kissing me. I didn’t say no. The evening gets a little blurry at this point, but at some point, we had sex.
Now, I’ve had one night stands before. I’ve had drunken sex before. When I woke up the next morning, something about that encounter felt very different. Maybe it was the fact that he was sober and I wasn’t. Maybe it was that he leveraged walking me home as an excuse to lead to sex. All I know is that I didn’t feel good about the encounter, but I was hesitant to call it rape.
I disclosed to our mutual friend a little later that week, desperate to gauge whether I was crazy, or if this was something I should report. She looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Sounds like you had a little too much fun.”
Over the years I go back and forth on blaming her, or wishing she’d reacted differently, or telling myself that she wasn’t trained to deal with this kind of thing, and I’ve never landed on a satisfactory conclusion. But the fact is, her saying what she did told me not to say anything. Whatever happened was my fault. So I kept my mouth shut, and kept my head down.
About three weeks later, I was invited to a different party. I asked who was invited. I asked, specifically, if the man in question would be there. I was told he would not be.
When I arrived, the first person I saw was him, and my heart dropped to my knees. Should I have left at that point? Probably. But it was the end of the semester, we were celebrating, and I didn’t want to miss spending time with my friends who were about to graduate. So I grabbed a different friend and told her not to let me leave with anyone. She promised she would.
I tried to have a good time but I was nervous, and out of sorts. To help myself get into a party mood, I drank, a lot, and I did a lot of drugs that night. By the time the party was almost over, my friend had already left, and I could barely stand, let alone walk.
You may have guessed what happened next. The man in question said he would get me home. The last thing I remember from that night was being pushed against the wall of my apartment building as he dug in my purse for my keys. I remember telling him no, and to leave me alone.
Then I woke up the next morning naked with his cum drying on the inside of my thigh.
I didn’t report what happened to me to the police. Why? Because I wasn’t a perfect victim. I was drunk, and high, and had had sex with this man before. No one would believe me. So I showered, and I scrubbed my apartment with bleach, and for almost 5 years I didn’t say a word about what happened to me until a friend disclosed a similar situation, and I held her hand, and I said, “Me too.”
Now, I was lucky, because my rape(s) didn’t result in a pregnancy. But they could have. I was on the pill back then but I was in the process of finishing up the semester and getting ready to move so I wasn’t taking it consistently. And I was so traumatized and full of self-blame that I wasn’t ready to report it to the police, let alone to admit to myself what had happened to me. So if I had gotten pregnant, and had needed an abortion that was criminalized except for rape, what then? Would me saying that it was rape (something I wasn’t mentally in a place to do) be enough? Or would the fact that my trauma didn’t allow me to go to the police be held against me?
I already know the answer to that, and anyone who’s paid even a smidgeon of attention to our criminal justice system also knows.
So I just want folks to keep that in mind, because as we get closer to the SCOTUS decision, and especially as we get closer to the election in the fall, you’re going to see a lot of conservatives trot out that talking point, that they’d allow abortion in the case of rape. Or even, in blue/purple states, tout it as a moderate position. And I think that a lot of folks on both ends of the spectrum are going to let that talking point go unquestioned and unchallenged.
But it’s just another way of stripping control of their own healthcare from folks with uteruses. When the folks who are stripping the right to an abortion away are the same ones who get to decide what is and isn’t rape, it’s just control in a different, more palatable package.
And there’s absolutely nothing moderate about that.
So, Fansplaining just released the results of their survey of fanfic readers and the types of tropes/genres/tones they prefer in fic. The results are interesting (if occasionally relatively expected), and I even learned some terms (such as “imagine” which it turns out is just something we do all the time on tumblr lol), so I’m going to link to the article discussing this first in case ya’ll want to read it:
But one of the terms covered took me aback, and leads me to pose a question to ya’ll, because a.) it doesn’t use the term quitelike I thought it was used and b.) it’s actually relevant to a fic I’m working on and am starting to consider the future tags for (I might do clearer tags just to be on the safe side - but I’m still curious!).
The term in question is a genre descriptor often used as a tag on places like AO3 or tumblr: “darkfic”.
So my question - twofold, I guess - is this:
1.) if ya’ll use the term “darkfic” in tagging/labeling/describing your own work and/or the work of others, especially in Inuyasha fandom, how exactly do you use it?
and 2.) How do you assume others use it? Like, if something is TAGGED or described by its author as “darkfic”, especially if it doesn’t have many other tags to clarify beyond that, what would you assume about the fic?
For those people who undergo menstruation, imagine your romantic/platonic/familial F/O helping comfort you through this rough time.
They helpfully remind you to set alarms to take pain meds, making sure you’ve water nearby.
If you have to go to work, they help you get ready, giving you a safe space to complain about how you don’t want to go, and they listen sympathetically if you need to vent about how emotionally, mentally, and physically exhausted you are.
They offer gentle words of comfort and encouragement as you go to work, send you uplifting memes and texts while you’re there, and when you come back home, they wrap you up and hug you and praise you for getting through the day.
They encourage you to shower, knowing you’ll feel better when you do and when you’re out and dressed they wrap you up in a blanket burrito and plop you on the sofa to enjoy your favorite shows with you, and if you need to cry, they just hold you and encourage you to let it out, speaking softly and rocking you in their arms until you’re feeling better.
Imagine going for a moonlit stroll along the beachfront boardwalk with your f/o. You’re holding hands, maybe having a quiet moment or you’re chatting idly about the week ahead of you.
The stars are visible, the sound of the city nightlife greets you via the outpouring of upbeat music from clubs on one side of you. Warm orange light from the street lamps above you halos your hair, lights up the eyes of your F/O as they turn to smile or laugh at what you’ve just said.
On on the other side, the moon hangs above the endless ocean, serene and full. The ocean itself rushes to shore to greet you, roaring gently in your ears a pleasant rumble that settles in your chest. The cool sea breeze ruffles your and your F/O’s hair affectionately, fills your nose with the scent of salt water and adventure.
Your F/O pushes themselves closer to you, silently lending warmth and above the music, above the ocean waves, you hear them sigh contentedly as you wrap your arm around their back and draw closer still.
Hey stim community, let’s all be sure to block @/hydrangeon , they’re a terf (all their original stim content is tagged as “terf safe” + their bio is just “stimming for radfems”) and they’re reblogging from a few other stim blogs too
so I dunno if you guys have heard about Imzy, that social media platform what is still in beta? I got an invite from a friend and am currently poking around, and guys it’s awesome esp. if you are a text loving curmudgeon such as myself or if you yearn for the days of livejournal. (It actually also handles graphics and a tumblr-style dash very well, has a very large and quickly growing fandom presence, and wonder of wonders it has nested comments. but you know, I’m a curmudgeon.)
This is definitely a site which is aiming to be something like tumblr and appeal to tumblr’s users, but which is also trying to do things better and structure a community which isn’t as prone to harassment and toxic dynamics as Tumblr is. It is real good for discussions and for community building. I am delighted. There’s even aspects that make moderating communities easier there. Default is that communities are only visible to Imzy members.
Anyway, I set up Asexuality Imzy over there on the principle that if you build it, the people will often come. If you’re interested in chatting ace stuff with me or even if you want to just check stuff out, DM me an email address and I’ll send you an invite. I have three left!
I started doing sex work at the age of 18 years old. It began with selling my underwear via craigslist ads, and continued on through clip selling, web cam modeling, stripping, and mainstream porn.
A few months ago I decided to leave the porn industry and discontinue any clip selling, webcam modeling, and stripping. My decision to move on from these aspects of my life (parts which I’d spent the last two years building my life around) had been a long time coming.
I got into sex work as a way to make quick money. I’d heard that selling panties was an easy way to make decent money on a time crunch, went for it, and kept it up for a while.
A few months down the road, I had left my job (for unrelated reasons), and wanted to see what my options were until I could figure something else out. I signed up for a website that advertised opportunity to make good money on your own time and your own terms. It boasted of the power you had over the content you sold: no need to get naked, every model set their own boundaries, and could make great money doing it.
I went into this line of work not really knowing where my boundaries were, and decided I’d figure that out as I went. I quickly learned I could expand my income further the further I was willing to go into the industry, and with the financial stability I was quickly attaining, I found it easier and easier to say, “okay.” to doing new things on camera.
Around the time I started to consider the possibility of pursuing a career in porn, I fell in love with myself and the world around me. I found a passion and hope for life through the knowledge and connections I made with our planet’s biome – my first tastes of this found in permaculture, mycology, and herbalism. Not that I hadn’t had a love or hope before, but these things gave that love and hope power, and purpose. I quickly decided I wanted to use the financial opportunities I had before me to build a life around the things that I loved. I had a goal to work toward, and that gave me good reason to take advantage of the financial pull I would soon attain.
I decided to dedicate all of my time and energy into making enough money to buy and develop a piece of land. I knew the life I wanted, and immersing myself in the mainstream porn industry was a way to get there.
But getting closer to the life I wanted to live brought me deeper into that which I was working to distance myself from.
From the very beginning of my journey into the industry my heart and mind ached for a lifestyle I wasn’t betting on finding there. Building my life around my career constantly contradicted what my heart and mind were yearning for, and living in that paradox was a constant struggle, but one I held to be a sacrifice for the better of my future.
Porn was my means to an end, and I knew there was an expiration date on how much I could tolerate. I wasn’t sure when that would be, and decided I’d go for it as long as I could. And if I was doing it, I’d go all the way. I wanted to get in, get out, and move on as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Quickly after becoming a part of the industry I became aware of the long list of issues it portrayed and perpetuated (as most industries do). I wanted change, and I wanted to share that with as many people as I could, but porn wasn’t my platform – it was a stepping stone.
I battled with myself daily on whether or not I was making the right choices. For myself, for my community, and for my peers. As long as I felt I was working toward something meaningful, and making progress, I decided to stick it out.
I did all I could to be extremely thoughtful and present in the choices I made while in the industry, but looking back now, I made a lot of decisions that were not good for my health.
A huge portion of porn is all about pushing the envelope, and a huge portion of the scenes I performed in did not align with my personal and moral preferences. I did my best to sway dialogue and scenarios into directions I felt more comfortable with whenever I saw the chance, but at the end of the day, I wasn’t in control of the themes, or the finished products. I would always go back to the rationalization that I didn’t get into the industry to change it. I had a plan to try and better our world, and porn was getting me there. But that didn’t keep the mental, emotional, and physical toll from taking.
I gave so much of myself to my work. To performing partners, to directors, to my agent, and to the audience. Sex work never harbored a safe space for me to share my sexuality and affection wholly. I constantly gave my tenderness and presence in return for financial capital, and I was constantly urged to share more than I did the time before. All for the sake of their views, their shock value, and all for the sake of my future, my want to create something completely contrary to the cycle I had become a part of.
A few months ago I reached my breaking point. I was exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally by my work and the lifestyle that came along with it. Over the course of a few weeks the battle I’d been struggling to keep at bay unraveled, and I was no longer able to rationalize staying in the industry.
For the sake of my health, I walked away from what I spent 2+ years building my life around.
Leaving that part of my life was the best decision I could make for myself. The space I now have to fill my heart and mind with the things that I love has brought me a joy and fulfillment that my career made nearly impossible.
Further still, I now have the space to look back upon an industry and my experiences in it without the bias my financial stability being put on the line ensues.
I do not support the industry as it stands today. A huge majority of porn being produced and consumed perpetuates ideas and stereotypes targeting and harming multiple minorities. There are deep-seeded issues still very present in the industry, and I do believe that extreme reform is necessary if it’s ever to be a safe environment for those involved – especially the performers.
The issue of harmful media being created does not stop with porn. Many; if not all industries in a capitalist economy take on strategies that push for profit and ignore any accountability for the threat that those strategies more often than not pose to the health of both workers, and consumers.
My intention with this article has been to touch base with all interested in where I’m at and why I left the industry, and that is deeply connected to problems I think need to be confronted within it. As I continue to process and think critically upon my experiences, I feel a strong responsibility to speak more honestly and explicitly upon these issues.
I appreciate you taking the time to read through what I have to say today, and I hope that, if nothing more, it inspires you to think more critically of what you consume, and how it got to you. It ain’t all bad, but it sure as frick ain’t all good, either.
LibGen has been my savior for finding books online. It has many file types and languages available, and many mirror sites if a link isn’t working. It has quite a bit on witchcraft, including history and analysis, not just spell books. For non-fiction (aka witchcraft), select the “LibGen (Sci-Tech)” button, and “Fiction” for, well, fiction.
Honestly I just started using this steadily, and I adore it. The selection of magic and spell books here is amazing. This site has a 5-a-day download limit, but if you create a free account it goes up to 10 and increases download speed. With an account, you also get options to save to Google Drive, send to email or Kindle, and convert to other file formats.
if anyone was wondering how the three most outspoken voices about this issue have been treated the past few days:
we’ve all had to turn off anon because of separate bouts of ad hominem vitriol
we’ve been told explicitly and repeatedly that everyone in Jily fandom hates us, are talking about how they wish we would shut up behind our backs, and that people no longer want us in the space/we’re not welcome
we have had our identities denied, ridiculed, and weaponized against us in order to manipulate us into thinking we’re making things up and there’s no issue
we’ve been told “well you should/could have been nicer about XYZ and maybe people would have listened to you” when discussing..our own feelings of discomfort
we’ve had to reiterate and re-explain these issues countless times to people who don’t want to listen
we’ve seen people staying silent when asked to interject and step up; paradoxically, people center themselves when asked to listen to marginalized voices. the isolation of that really can’t be overstated.
I can’t speak for anyone but myself here but I’m just tired. and I know people don’t want to hear about this anymore—I don’t want to keep talking about it. trust me, I would love to go back to posting content for everyone and interacting with stories and using this space as an escape from real life. but I can’t do that—WE can’t do that—until the appropriate boundaries are in place.
please support marginalized voices now that the dust is starting to settle; we’ve been through the ringer as it is.
<3<3<3 to everyone who has so eloquently explained their hurt, thank you and I’m sorry. You have handled this with honestly astonishing grace.
It wasn’t right that dark james started in the first place. It wasn’t right that people joked about the fact that it was a nazi parallel. It wasn’t right that the people who were most hurt had to shoulder the burden of explaining why all the rest of that wasn’t right. It wasn’t right that white, unharmed people including me didn’t have to shoulder as much of that burden. But it’s really FUCKING despicable that they’re still being forced to do this work 3 days out when the #1 goddamn thing anyone has asked for is that dark james content stay the hell out of their lane.
Stop asking for more from them and READ. They have BEEN having this conversation for days straight. They have BEEN explaining the answers to every single question you’re asking. STOP asking marginalized people to reexplain their hurt, and go read the times they already have.
And hey! if you still don’t understand, I’m a white jewish girl who hasn’t been personally hurt, and my DMs and anons are open. Clare, Kat, and Suze have asked you to please, for the love of God, leave them alone. If you are going to keep yelling at someone in this fandom, yell at me. You won’t even have to make a burner account to do it :)
Whenever I see people’s bookshelves with their classic novels all matching because they bought them from the same collection, I’m always like “I WANT THAT” but then I look at my own classics shelf and I actually really like that I have different editions from various publishers.
What about you guys? Do you like all your books to match? Or do you prefer your shelves to look varied and slightly messy?
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