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@soupdykeswallow

25y/o trans dyke femme system - MDNI

living-dead bunny deer rotting corpse full of bugs kind of creature (happily transgender/tme)

any/all pronouns (please be creative for fucks sake)

this is my kinky weird blog, interact respectfully and I won't block you. I don't have a proper tagging system in place so please be aware of your triggers before scrolling, there is untagged hard kink content including but not limited to: cnc, blood/knife play, intox, somno, and other graphic themes

don't hesitate to send asks or messages but I'm disabled and often too tired to respond with any urgency.

DNI: minors, racists, transphobes, child sexual abusers, and zionists

All my kink content and behaviors follow RACK and I encourage you to do your own research before engaging in any kink. Everything here exists in dynamics between consenting adults.

i just want every fat person on earth who has or wants to have sex to know that your best case scenario is not just "person who ignores/forgives the size of your body because they love you in spite of it" and that you will actually meet people who see your stomach or rolls when you take off your shirt and get so stupid horny they forget how to speak

To understand BDSM values

There is something I think we need to talk about more openly in the BDSM community, and that is the difference between being interested in BDSM and actually being prepared to practise it.

Because BDSM can be incredibly beautiful and exciting. It can be intimate, playful, cathartic, erotic and deeply connecting. But it is not made safer simply because everyone involved finds it sexy.

I see more and more people discovering BDSM through social media, p*rn, books or whatever corner of the internet first caught their curiosity, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. We all begin somewhere. What worries me is when curiosity immediately becomes practice without that very important stage in between: education.

There seems to be an idea that knowing the terminology makes someone knowledgeable. That owning a flogger makes someone capable of using one. That calling yourself a Dominant means you know how to hold responsibility for another person. That a submissive saying yes once means you now have permission to do whatever fits the fantasy.

You don’t.

And saying that isn’t gatekeeping. It is care.

BDSM involves things that can genuinely hurt people when they are done incorrectly. Sometimes physically, sometimes psychologically, sometimes both. Bondage can affect nerves and circulation. Impact play requires an understanding of anatomy. Breath restriction carries serious risks. Someone entering subspace may not be in the best position to recognise their own limits. Someone can enthusiastically consent to something and still discover halfway through that their body or mind is responding very differently than they expected.

That is why we learn.

We learn where it is safer to strike and where we absolutely should not. We learn how restraints affect the body. We keep safety equipment nearby. We talk about medications, injuries, triggers, limits and previous experiences when they are relevant. We learn what a safeword actually means and, perhaps more importantly, we learn that a good Dominant does not need to hear “red” before they start paying attention.

We learn our partner.

And no, none of that makes BDSM less exciting.

Personally, I think there is something far more impressive about someone who can create intensity while remaining completely aware of the person in front of them. Someone who can make a scene feel dangerous without actually becoming reckless. Someone who knows exactly why they are doing what they are doing, what could go wrong and what they would do if it did.

That is competence.

I also think we need to be careful about this strange idea that the more extreme something is, the more authentic the BDSM somehow becomes. You do not earn credibility by ignoring safety precautions. You are not more Dominant because you dislike safewords. You are not more submissive because you tolerate things you never wanted. And you are certainly not more experienced because you mock people for discussing consent, negotiation or aftercare.

Anyone can be careless.

Self control is much harder.

Especially for Dominants, there is a responsibility attached to the position we choose to occupy. If someone gives you power over them, even temporarily, that should make you more careful with them, not less. Their submission is not permission for you to stop thinking. Quite the opposite. You have been trusted with something precious, and that trust should sharpen your attention.

The same goes for submissives. Please educate yourselves too. Learn about the activities you are interested in. Learn the warning signs of unsafe play. Learn that you are allowed to ask questions. Learn that “I’m the Dominant, trust me” is not an explanation. You are allowed to know what someone intends to do with your body before you agree to it. You are allowed to change your mind. You are allowed to stop a scene even if someone is disappointed.

And perhaps most importantly, remember that being new is not embarrassing. Pretending you know something you don’t is where things become dangerous.

So, don’t shy away from asking experienced people. Read up on the things that excites you. Take workshops when you can. Practise techniques before using them in an intense scene. Talk to your partners. Be willing to hear “I don’t know.” Be willing to say it yourself.

There is nothing terribly glamorous about safety until the moment you need it.

BDSM does not become boring when we educate ourselves. It becomes better. Because once I know that the person beside me understands consent, knows their tools, respects my limits and will notice when something is wrong, I can actually relax enough to explore my dominance.

That is where trust grows.

And when trust is strong enough, you can go surprisingly deep into the dark together without ever needing to become careless with one another.

Dominance is not the taking of power, but the moment it is placed willingly into your hands. Submission is not weakness, but the exquisite courage of saying, I trust you with the parts of me I do not surrender to anyone else. And somewhere between the command and the yielding, desire becomes devotion.

I be talking to sadists like no I think its cool as fuck you wanna beat the shit out of me and kinda wanna kill me, thats badass honestly

yeah it's me. it happened again, I got in another strange van because they said they'd drug me and whore me out. no yeah. yeah. my organs again. yeah. they took them all. no sex. I think they cut my clothes off to operate but they didn't fuck me at all :( yeah. can you pick me up please

sit on my thigh strap while i reach around and hit your thighs until your legs are giving out and you fuck yourself down against me taking all of it because you can’t keep yourself up anymore

I write little tiny books about leather, body piercing, drugs, snuff films, fistfucking, transfiguration, shitty house parties, despair, vomit, sex work, doppelgängers, the apocalypse, and true love. and for just a few dollars, you can take them home with you.

unthrifty--loveliness-deactivat

Just so we’re clear, if I point out that you did something racist, that’s not the same as me thinking you’re irremediably terrible. You did a racist thing.

unthrifty--loveliness-deactivat

You think you don’t do racist things, homophobic things, etc? You do. I caught myself in fat phobic and homophobic lines of thinking/speech just this morning. I’m fucking gay married. Nothing disqualifies you from acting in a way that reflects the society you exist in. We are obliged to fight it. Why not fight it in honesty and with camaraderie?

sometimes i simply wish ppl would realize that while alters are a defining trait of CDDs that we are extremely traumatized people and have symptoms outside of the alters. you know. the trance states, the somatic symptoms like joint pain and stomachaches and headaches. the high comorbidity of eating disorders, of personality disorders, of psychogenic non-epileptic seizures. alters are something to deal with, sure. theyre stressful. its messy, with persecutors. its not all bad, with alters, either. sometimes its warm and good. but i wish people realized the hardship of these disorders rather than glorifying and aestheticizing what so many of us are going through.