#i think im clever
mirrorball taylor swift turn theme song
“hush”
lololol I was going back through old posts and looked at the nicknames I gave people and I have quite the collection of ideologies represented (in order of appearance):
- Marxman (actually a Marxist)
- The Fascist (not actually a fascist)
- The Libertarian (the right wing lib I dated in undergrad whose libertarianism was T H I N N and who I only ever referenced like twice but he has a tag so it still counts)
- Anti-Feminist Libertarian Boy (yikes)*
- Radical Girl (radical as in rad & radical as in radical, still friends, need to see her more)
- The Anarchist Economist (a bit on the nose I suppose but I like it)
PS.
Goddamn I was (and probably still am, if I get back into doing it often enough) an amazing writer much of the time and even some of the things that don’t necessarily get me hot anymore are really hot when I read the way I wrote about them.
PPS.
Holy shit I was into some fucked up shit and wrote out some fucked up fantasies/stories and I totally understand why the kinkshaming radfems came after me, since they apparently they were obtuse enough to think what I was saying was all real (they still suck tho).
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Check out the second oldest post in my “voting republican” tag (the other posts are good too) for some high quality high concept kink discourse from some (now lost to the ages) amazing tumblr people. Also the fourth paragraph from the bottom in this post where I talk about being forced to vote Libertarian.
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Also the tag “academic pillowtalk” yields an amazing post where I masturbate to Marxman talking about Foucault and queer assimilation vs. liberation, and then get off to him kinkshaming me, inspired by the aforementioned radfems.
*ffs I tried to fix the tag issue but this is a trash website so just hit this link (boy oh boy the oldest post in that search)
I wanted to take The Anarchist Economist to my kink happy hour to introduce him to many of my friends, and because I hadn’t been in a while and I really missed it. So, I invited him and he accepted my invitation. This is the part one of the story of the resulting day and two nights we spent together.
I also asked him if he’d like to come over in the morning on that Tuesday and do work with me during the day. I figured I’d been more productive with him there, since my productivity had been virtually zero, except when I was with another person who needed to get shit done.
I was super excited when he decided that yes, he did want to come over in the morning! He got there around 10am and spent a while complimenting me on how damn adorable I am. He wasn’t wrong:
When we finally did get to work, I actually got a pretty decent amount of work done. My NRE brain was a little quieted since he was sitting right next to me, even if I was also distracted by his presence. Like, I kept taking little glances at him and getting randomly turned on from him being there. At the same time, I didn’t want to distract him from what he was working on, so I did focus approximately a million times better than I would have on my own.
I couldn’t resist my urges for too long, however, so we (or, really, I) decided we could take a break. We put our things down and as soon as we were no longer impeded by objects, I straddled him and pushed my knee between his legs. We made out and I kissed and bit his neck. I didn’t want to bruise or mark him too high up and didn’t want to stretch his shirt, so I told him to take it off.
Then I was really able to go to town. He made the best fucking sounds, especially when I bit down hard. All kinds of moans and “Oh yes”-es and “Please LFB” and “Thank you, LFB.” It was delightful as all hell. Eventually I stripped my dress off, which resulted in even more compliments about my body, especially my tits.
I asked him if he wanted to move to the bed, and said we should set a time so we wouldn’t take too long a “study break.” I did do that, but I don’t think we actually stuck to it. Once we were in the bed, we resumed our making out and biting and touching. I was rubbing his cock through his clothes and oops, he leaked pre-cum and made a wet spot on his shorts. What a desperate little slut. Luckily he had an extra pair to wear out, since he was staying the night.
After I finished getting dressed, we headed downtown. I told him I was going to use the time on the train to show him memes and he was super excited. Because of course he was. He’s fantastic.
Oh! Also! He has a shirt that says “Don’t Tread on Anyone” (lol libertarian) so I made him wear it. To complement it, I wore my badass stompy boots for a scene at happy hour where I would tread on him. I think I’m clever.
