jamie-ann-mason

[jamie-ann-mason]

Sunday Mussings

What if what you read, therefore, isn't me.

What if I'm no longer lost but found. Would the new me interest you like the old me? Am I still as pretty as a deep thinker that I once was as a spontaneous risk taker?

What if I kept myself covered, honored monogamy, and vowed to only thou? You have read the riddle and sang my transgressions, but can I feel accepted by you?

What if the fire that once raged is now smoldering and turned to ash. What if prude reflects more than promiscuous.

What if I am proud and no longer ashamed and teary-eyed?

[jamie-ann-mason]

Thank you to everyone who takes a moment out of their day to read and engage in my content. I'm so appreciative and thankful.❤️

[jamie-ann-mason]

I Don't Understand

I don't understand hate because I don't hate people?

I don't understand racism because I don't see color?

I don't understand misogyny because I just see people?

I don't understand transphobia because I don't see genitals?

I don't understand fascism because I see all people as equal.

I don't understand.

[jamie-ann-mason]

Self Created Hardships

A friend of mine who is actively dating and on Bumble had a conversation with a match over the weekend. His name was Calvin. A few sentences into their DM together, she asks him what he likes to do for hobbies? Calvin's response, "fucking."

The male loneliness epidemic is a real thing. But you can't help but wonder if the epidemic is self-created.

There is no doubt that social media is influential.

Any female who is on social media has had to deal with men in her DMs and their sexual innuendos and assumptions.

And anymore, many men are "alphas," or want to be alphas, but really, they have no concept of the idea. So, to meet online and fictional criteria, they use images like this, Google, or pure ignorance to try and pull off the Macho of all Machos.

When really, the only thing these men have done is isolate themselves under the notion of toxic and misogynistic masculinity.

Beyond the notion of fantasy and role play, there are men who really believe these memes. These men believe that women hold no value or hierarchy. These men believe in male superiority and sexual servitude. These men dismiss and whitewash sexual assault or harassment or other male predatory behavior. They mask it under jokes and misled intentions, and somehow, the female is at fault simply because she's female and asked for it.

It is these men who have created the male loneliness epidemic that has reached far beyond their circle of ignorance that is now tarnishing good men.

Do you know how many times I have had somebody that I have never met or followed reference me as a slut in a DM because of something I posted? So entitled thinking I was referencing them.

Countless.

They have no reality, and only wish that I was their slut. But as they spend their entire day beating off to my Tumblr posts and non-consensual porn, that interaction, however dismissive and brief, is a realistic indicator of why I have my pick and they simply just have bookmarked websites.

Pornography, like alcohol and cigarettes, comes with warning labels. But it's still not enough, apparently, because, like the two mentioned before, it's not used responsibly.

Aside from the epidemic that these lost men created, what men always seem to miss, toxic or not, is that someone who shares their sexuality and fantasies with you, whether it is kink or vanilla, the vulnerability that goes with that is unmatched. And how you react to that dictates future vulnerability.

In other words, cherish and respect the gift that she gives to you. There are some women that are into humiliation and degradation. I am not. But taking a fantasy outside of safe and into real life is one way to demolish not only your relationship in the bedroom but outside of.

And for the men that hold this falsehood to heart, I only wish that GPS could find you to bring you back to reality. Because as they say, the world can be a lonely, lonely place.

[jamie-ann-mason]

Do older fit men interest you Miss?

Hello, yes, they do!! Older men are sexy!!🥰🥰

[jamie-ann-mason]

Exhaustus

I am weary.

My body and soul have been battered by the rich and false kings consumed with our demise.

I have no peace, only exhaustion, as my sails are shreded by the unforgivable winds.

I'm beaten, stranded, and isolated, and feel clarity only when I am no longer coherent on a world fit of privilege, idolatrous obligation, and greed.

[jamie-ann-mason]

Thank you @oscura-sensualidad

And everyone else who has commented, rebloged, and liked.❤️

I am so appreciative of everyone who takes time out of their day to read and interact with my content.

[jamie-ann-mason]

Content Warning

Do you ever wish the world's pendulum could just swing in the middle?

Believe it or not, most people are sort of in between. I know that news sources and social media, in particular, with their algorithms, make it seem like people are either far left or far right. When that just isn't the case. Your algorithm influences taste and preference, so that is what you end up seeing.

But in reality, most people meet in the middle.

As the pendulum swings back and forth, our current world has ended up upside down. Lying is considered a leadership quality, and hate and misogyny now rest openly among the free spirits instead of in the darkness and shadows where it once resided.

Social media started as a free-for-all. Nudity was acceptable, and even streaming sex acts, as there was no concept of community rules or guidelines. And now, as the pendulum swings back the other way, we now have content warnings placed on our posts for things as ridiculous as armpits and people wearing booty shorts.

Don't misunderstand what I'm saying here. I do support content warnings.

However, I don't support content warnings on content that doesn't fit it, but because it's not actual people who are inspecting these posts on various social media outlets, but rather AI, content and community guidelines are subjective and up for debate, or in this case, an appeal. But do you ever really win appeals?

I never have.

Appeals aren't meant to be an actual thing, but more of a PR stunt on the concept of due process and fair practicing. Liability falls on the site, not the individual. So, the platform would rather be overprotective rather than under. This is easy to understand from a business perspective. And that's what social media is, business. Big business.

I contend and can make an argumentative case for, that the glory days of social media are far behind us. Social media was best when it was virtually an unknown. Today's social media is nothing more than fantasy and exotic videos designed to get follows and likes. There's no rhyme or reason behind social media other than attention and status.

Was there anything better than Myspace or early Facebook? What about AOL or old school Tumblr?

Much like everything in life, big business and money have destroyed it. Social media was once a prized gem. Innovative and a stand alone. Now, it's a series of content warnings, ads, and basic famous people.

[jamie-ann-mason]

If this is too forward of me, Miss Jamie, I apologize. But can you picture this? Me, you, a bottle of red wine, and a hot tub? And maybe, a nice campfire in the foreground?

No, not at all! An imaginative mind is wonderful!!!🔥 I can definitely picture this scene!!!

I love hot tubs and the campfire, definitely it would add to the vibe!!!😉🥰🥰

Oops, I forgot my bikini, I think I'll have to go without..😋

[jamie-ann-mason]

Privileged

I used to detest the word slut. I found the word degrading. But as I accepted myself and realized the power and status connected with the word slut, I realized that it is those whom I choose to love that receive the greatest privilege of all,

me.

Giving your body to another human being is a gift. Whether it be anonymously or continuously. And with that gift comes privilege.

There are different levels of giving, for sure, but if he and I are one in commitment, he receives unlimited access to my body and talents.

I am a whore.

I am a slut.

I have fucked more men than I can remember. My services are sought after and fantasized about. But if I choose to give them to you, know that you are indeed privileged. There is nothing degrading or shameful about me, the life I lived, and skills I have.

You're privileged to receive my submission. My oral talents, and my body to paint, however you choose.

You're privileged to receive my love, my intellect, and my being.

Whores and sluts are everywhere.

I am not.

And the combination of perversion and perfection will leave you committed and hooked.

[jamie-ann-mason]

The Golden Age Of Television

As a GenXer, I can proudly say that we have lived through the greatest generation of life. From the birth of the internet and social media to the evolution of television, it is a fascinating concept.

The Golden Age of television was officially a cliche from 1948 to 1960, with 90% of American homes equipped with the black box that was starting to dramatically change the theory of life.

Early TV was primarily live events, music and musicals, and news. That changed in 1960, with television becoming more in-depth with dramas, scripts, and portable video cameras.

As an early teen, I can remember watching re-runs of The Honeymooners with my parents. I loved Jackie Gleason. He was obnoxious, loud, and funny. The Honeymooners, though not the first sitcom, was considered the sitcom that launched the concept of a series of short continuous stories that would keep viewers in tune week after week.

Google lists the peek television era from 1999 to 2023, a claim that I find difficult to believe.

However, many TV historicans actually believe the peak television era was 1970 through 1999, a state I also believe to be true.

The 1970s brought science fiction to the small screen, which was enhanced with the invention of color TV.

The 1980s saw the sitcom rebirth and explosion, along with crime dramas and cable television, which launched MTV, the first ever TV station dedicated to playing a new phenomenon called music videos.

In the 1990s, longevity was popular with shows like Seinfeld, ER, and the Simpsons, an animated comedy about a modern dysfunctional family.

Writing this, it's giving me chills and unlocks memories of my favorite shows that I enjoyed growing up. These shows became my identity. I understood the characters and the storylines, and I managed my life around weekly 30 and 60 minute intervals.

As an early and mid teen, Friday and Saturday nights were golden for me. Miami Vice was the coolest thing on television in the late 80s, and Saturdays were consumed with iconic classics like Amen, 227, The Golden Girls, and Hunter.

Back then, and even still to this day, there's nothing like getting into bed on a Friday or Saturday night and spending it watching television re-runs. It's one of life's greatest pleasures and a deep source of self care that's often overlooked.

Television from the 70s 80s and '90s just hits differently. They drew viewers through storylines, writers, and producers, like Steven Bocho, who produced Classics like Hill Street Blues, Doogie Howser MD, Law and Order, and NYPD Blue.

Sitcoms related to daily life, often teaching life skills like family values and positive role modeling, which was a common message in shows like The Cosby Show.

Different Strokes tested the concept of racism with messages of diversity and inclusion through love and compassion. Something we desperately need today.

There is no doubt about the influence of television. It shapes our world. Social media is filled with debates on the greatest shows of all time, broke down by genre and decade. There are countless online fan clubs and boards for timeless classics that have been off the main airwaves for 30 or 40 or even 50 years, where fans evaluate and debate characters, stories, and seasons.

That is how influential this genre of television was to its viewers and why I consider this the golden era of television.

It is nearly impossible for me to pick a favorite. There's just so many.

One thing I will say is that one of the most influential shows in my generation was Beverly Hills 90210.

90210 is not a media darling but well represented in the forementioned online groups and fan clubs. I don't believe Beverly Hills ever got the notoriety it deserved because it was overshadowed by Friends and Seinfeld, which related to young adults, where 90210 was marketed to late teens.

But the 90210 craze was very real with apparel, lunch boxes, cologne, and perfume, all dedicated to the kids at West Beverly.

And to somebody who lived it, you didn't do anything on Wednesday or Thursday nights.

It was can't miss TV, because the next day at school you were gossiping with your friends in front of your locker about the love triangle between Kelly, Dylan, and Brenda.

The draw to 90210 for me and my friends was the relatability of the characters and the realistic storylines that influenced day-to-day life for teenagers and high schoolers at that time. It was transcending, with episodes that focused on breast cancer scares, divorce, SAT scores, underage drinking, and pregnancy. All relevant issues to teens in the 90s.

The characters themselves may have lived a glamorous and silver spooned life, but in all actuality, they were plain and everyday. Every school in America, from New York to the cornfields of Nebraska, had a Brandon, a Dylan, or a Steve, because the high school dynamics are virtually the same no matter what school you attend, and that made it relatable to all high schoolers.

The last episode for 90210 aired May 17th, 2000. While there were some decent sitcoms and dramas in the early 2000s,

it was clear that the concept of television was changing and has changed significantly since this time.

With the expansion of streaming services and different social media platforms, the concept behind television programming and family marketing has transitioned to singular people.

Along with this is cost, flat, or non-motivational story lines and characters, and the "success now" idea of many executive producers and television stations have. All of which has contributed to the demise of modern television as many late Boomers and GenXers remember.

This period of life will never get to be relieved again. Much like drive-ins, burger joints with food servers on roller skates, and 57 Chevy Bel Air's, life has turned the page to where we are now. And like it or not, we must turn the page also.

But just because the page is turned doesn't mean we can't look back on past chapters with envy and appreciation.

This was the golden age of life. And the golden age of television. And we all were lucky enough to have lived both.

[jamie-ann-mason]

Inspected

Vulnerable and exposed is such a submissive and subservient feeling.

He gently pushes your legs further apart, which exposes your puckered rosebud.

He gently teases your hole with his finger. It loosens naturally, with his tender circular touch.

Your entry engulfs his stroke. It slides in with ease.

As he moves around, you feel the hardness of his cock as it gently jabs and teases your upper thigh with his cerebral and slow movement.

He kindly slides you further apart. You're fully open. He postions your hips with his hands and guides you back towards him.

His cock is now on the threshold of your hole, as he pushes his big mushroom head inside.

[jamie-ann-mason]

Catfish Detected

I was channel surfing the other day when I came across Catfish on MTV. I hadn't seen that show in years.

And I'll be honest, when I saw the first episode, I had no idea what a catfish was. But trust me, catfish and catfishing are a real thing.

Personally, I don't get it. It makes no sense to me people who impersonate other people.

But more importantly, who has that kind of time?

That's the most curious question I have out of all of them, selfishly speaking, of course.

Who has that kind of time to create a profile and a life outside of their own real life? That's some serious psycho shit there!

I mean, if you have that kind of time, maybe you should consider a second job or something. It's just mind-boggling to me.

I just want to remind everyone that people will show you who they are eventually, over time, if you just pay attention. The problem is that people don't pay attention for whatever reason, which is why catfishing is so prominent and relatively simple.

I have suspected several accounts that I have interacted with as fictitious. Mostly on Meta and this platform. Sometimes, the accounts are blatantly obvious, while other times, there are flags here and there that raise suspicions.

Either way, if you question authenticity, most times you are correct. So, trust your intuition.

But a simple reminder that I learned in a psychology class in college that might help is vocabulary and wording.

Males and females speak differently. They use different words, different phrases, and different meanings. Mostly, if males are impersonating females, which men are the high perpetrators, you can spot words that men typically use over words that females use.

Always relate personally. If you know a group of women, do the women you know talk like that? And the same with men?

An example would be articulately and correctly expressing emotions.

Typically, men have a difficult time expressing emotions verbally, so expressing emotions through words is going to be even more challenging and will come across as bland or simple.

However, on the other hand, women are much more fluent at expressing and identifying emotions, especially using the correct words and phrases.

These clues will eventually come out through basic interaction. So pay attention. Details matter.

Happy fishing!

[jamie-ann-mason]

Silently Showing Up

Have you ever had a sibling or a partner that everybody seems to acknowledge as perfect?

You know, the sibling that is perfectly employed in the perfect career, with the perfect family, living the perfect life?

Or, you're dating the perfect partner who is perfectly outgoing or perfectly charismatic or the perfect catch?

And with all this perfection being acknowledged, do you ever realize that none of that perfection or even acknowledgment never seems to overflow onto you?

Maybe a more relatable term would be living in the shadows, and perhaps, that's what I should have titled this piece as.

I have seen both sides of this equation. I am the forementioned perfect sibling, with a perfect career and perfect family. However, none of that is perfect. In fact, It's perfectly imperfect.

However, I have never experienced the feeling of being that sought-after partner. Or, that I was veiwed and verbalized as someone who was the good catch and someone who worked tirelessly through contribution and commitment.

I dated a person once whose public persona was gleaming, but behind the scenes, nobody saw the abuse. Physical and verbal. But they were anointed as the ideal partner and person, and I was the lucky one for having caught them.

For those of us who have never been acknowledged or seek that acknowledgment and validation, I see you. I see the work you do that nobody else sees.

I see the contributions you make, the flowers you buy that go unrecognized, the house cleaning and chores that are done daily, without any sort of appreciation or acknowledgment. I see you. And I am you.

Take time to appreciate you and your being. Let them talk about everyone else. Ignorance is bliss. But really, you're the lucky catch. And they are the lucky ones. Let nobody dim your light, value, or worth, for that situation or person is way better because you continue to silently show up and do the work that nobody notices.

[jamie-ann-mason]

My god. Watermark. That’s the hottest thing I’ve read in a long long LONG time.

Thank you.

Goodness!!🥹 Thank you!!!🫂❤️❤️

[jamie-ann-mason]

Watermark

Is there anything more degrading than being pissed on?

My favorite thing about Tumblr is the deviant minds that also associated with this platform.

There's no such thing as embarrassment or kink hesitation, as your guilty or perhaps embarrassing taboos are validated and enjoyed by others.

So, indeed, we are not alone.

I love being pissed on. It is the lowest of lows when it comes to degradation, supplemented with the incredible turn-on and sexual rush of endorphins.

There is no need to verbalize. No play-by-play is needed. The only thing I need is his full bladder.

The most challenging thing with being pissed on is men who have a tendency to get hard, which makes it difficult to perform. So, I try to be neutral. I try not to stimulate him in any way. I will not flirt, I will not tease him, and I may not even look at him. I want his full attention to be at the task at hand. Which is covering his portrait with his validating warm liquid.

I don't want to be warned. I don't want to be told to open up my mouth. I just want you to go. No warning, no hesitation. Just release it. Where it lands is where it lands, and much like sucking cock, I don't need directions. The only thing I need you to do is perform.

I'll do the rest.

So, piss.

[jamie-ann-mason]

Hello dear! Good day

Hello!!!👋👋 I hope you are having a wonderful day!!🥰🥰