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Strong sub. Big strong subby puppy. You’re only able to pin him down when he lets you. You didn’t win dominance over him, he gave it to you. Tied up in restraints that only keep him down if he doesn’t try to struggle. And he doesn’t try. He trusts you, he relinquished himself to you, he lets you get him out of his own head, you couldn’t physically overpower him if you tried, but he lays under you nonetheless. I think trust is pretty damn hot.

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What to do now? A guide for uncertain times:

Right now: do something other than social media or reading the news. Play a game, pick up a hobby, go for a walk, try a new recipe, ground yourself in something. Let your brain process everything by putting it on the back burner, let it percolate. Remember that you do have a voice, that the worst thing you can do is check out, that the most radical thing you can do is be kind.

Next few weeks: Keep working on the things that bring you joy. Make plans for the future. Assess where you are and where you want to be — physically, mentally, personally, geographically. Schedule doctor’s appointments. Delete your Twitter. Make new friends, connect with old ones, talk to your neighbors, join a community group. If you have a supportive family, talk to them too. Donate to the ACLU. By propping up others, teaching others, reassuring others, you help yourself too. Find a mutual aid group. Keep your head up. Love yourself and don’t wallow in despair. Remember that you do have a voice, that the worst thing you can do is check out, that the most radical thing you can do is be kind.

Next few months: execute on the plans for the future. Keep going with those hobbies. Keep loving yourself. Read reliable, fact-based news. Delete your Twitter (for real this time). Bake bread for your neighbor. Celebrate the holidays. Buy concert tickets as far out as you can, give yourself things to look forward to. Volunteer at a community center. Take a class. Teach others about how us queers and faggots are just people too. Remember that you do have a voice, that the worst thing you can do is check out, that the most radical thing you can do is be kind.

Next 6 months: Keep executing your plans. Write your representatives. Plant a little garden. Learn an instrument. Go to a zoo. Keep reading fact-based news (AP, Reuters, ProPublica, NPR even though it’s a bit biased to the left). Donate to the ACLU. When the sun comes out, get some bread, cheese, apples, and grapes, put them in a basket, go for a gay little picnic. Don’t make another Twitter account. Stock up on meds. Learn a new TTRPG. Pick up a fibrecraft. Remember that you do have a voice, that the worst thing you can do is check out, that the most radical thing you can do is be kind.

Next 4 years: make little baby steps to move towards your plans. Keep building relationships. Vote in local elections. Donate to the ACLU. Volunteer for state or national elections. Recognize that you live in a stupendously large country with assloads of diversity. Love yourself. Lift up other people. Remember that you do have a voice, that the worst thing you can do is check out, that the most radical thing you can do is be kind.

Shit is going to be really really rough for many many people. But if you’re reading this, you can’t give up, you can’t give in, you have to keep going. If you’re trans, if you’re queer, if you’re a freak and a faggot, you have to live.

Full disclaimer that I live in western Washington state, I’m white, I have a tremendous amount of privilege. I do my damndest to help people and use my own privilege to help others. I’m not perfect nor infallible, but reach out if you need something.

And if you’re still reading this, I love you.

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"hOw cAN YoU MoCk a DEaD mAn??"

Well, unfortunately, he was reckless and didn't prepare ahead of time, so he failed to meet the requirements that prove he actually NEEDS access to quality grief and mourning.

His limited plan only covered brief consideration as a passing thought, so unfortunately, he had to pay for his own consequences out of pocket. 🤷🏽‍♀️🫤🤷🏽‍♀️

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Once again, thinking about getting my throat fucked, I need to be asked questions when my mouth is stuffed full.

"Awe, come on pup, I know you can do better than that..."

Feeling his hands against my scalp, holding me against him, letting me choke and make a mess.

"I asked you a question, so speak".

Trying to answer, trying to form any coherent words but it's so hard to think let alone say something. I can only whine around his cock, desperately trying to get the words out. Getting myself more worked up, more frustrated because I can't do it, until he's wiping the tears from my face and shaking his head at me.

"No, you can't? Are you sure? We worked so hard on this trick and spent so much time getting you to use your words. Now, all you can do is cry like a bitch in heat?"

Feeling embarrassed, not wanting to disappoint, and knowing I'm making myself look stupid. It's not my fault I get needy when I hear his voice, when he calls me mean things in a sweet tone. It's not my fault that I'm dying to press closer to him, hump his boot and press my face into his crotch to breathe him in.

I'm just doing what he trained me to do.

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Nothing sounds better right now than the taste of a desperate boy's cock after hours of being edged. I wanna get him so worked up and so close, time and time again until he's hot and twitching down my throat. I want him to lose track of how many times he has been denied. I want to hold him still as he tries to chase the warmth of my hand, let him bruise his hips against my hold. I want to take my sweet time, see what he likes the most, analyze him, and weaponize it until he's begging me to let him come already. I want to let him fuck himself down my throat until he finally comes, holding me down by the base of my skull, getting me as close to him as possible, and pushing deeper past the resistance into my throat until it's too much for him. Until he can't help but try to push me away because it hurts. I want to keep going until he's sobbing, conflicted between the choice of a warm mouth or the break that he so desperately needs, staving off the overstimulation because it's too much. I want to hear him cry when I don't let up, wanna feel him writhe and pant and jerk against me long after he's come because I love the way it sounds when a needy boy is pushed too far.

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He has such a beautiful mind, he knows so much about so many things. If you bait the conversation just right, you can get him to go on and on about something so complex, so interesting, and he'll talk for as long as you let him.

But the second I'm able to get my hands on him and find what makes him tick, he's reduced to a whining mess. God and you know he prides himself on being smart, and he is, but every now and then, a pretty boy just needs to let himself go.

Turn his brain off for a while and just feel. React. Like the feral dog that he is. Don't let him worry about how he looks, or what he's supposed to do tonight, don't let him feel embarrassed about how fucking depraved he's acting. All that matters in that moment is us and making him feel good. Maybe tomorrow he can go back to being coherent or scholarly, but for right now, all he needs to know is his pleasure, and how fucking pretty he looks when he falls apart.

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Do you care more about being right or bringing people to a better understanding? Do you think you're critiquing to help others improve or are you doing it to look like the smartest person in the room? Are you trying to give others the tools to succeed or are you tearing them down to build yourself up?

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i love it when a pup plays tough with me, but i know they're just being a little brat

what are you gonna do, baby? bare your teeth? snarl and bite? pin me? we both know if you accomplish any of that, its because i let you

you're a submissive little bitch, just begging for a beating, and i'm just the dog to give it to you

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i want to feel wanted. i want to be seen. i want their hands on my skin, hold me so tight i might break, let your fingers mark me, kiss me so hard i forget to breathe because your lips are the only oxygen i need, fuck me so deep and hard that i forget i've ever felt empty. make me feel wanted