I don't necessarily see the whole "your actions are what define your sexuality, not your identity! If you say you're queer, your actions need to prove it!" as helpful to anybody at this point.
There are way too many examples I can include in this post as to why that exclusionist mindset is unhelpful and damaging to queer people, but I don't know if that's even helpful. I suppose that because I used to subscribe to this idea to an extent, it always felt like my queerness was a performance I did for others. I didn't feel fully in control of my decisions because I had to "prove my queerness." It's part of the reason my sexuality feels so complex now, perhaps; what performance am I listening to?
Queer actions can be part of your queer identity, but it isn't the only aspect of being queer. It isn't helpful to force people to have proof that they are "truly" gay/lesbian/bisexual/asexual/queer in general. How are you entitled to other peoples' queer identity?
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God there's nothing I love more than watching my brilliant, polite, well-spoken boyfriend turn into a mindless toy for me.
I love watching him relax when he plays with himself, going from embarrassed to uncaring as his body goes limp and his cock gets hard under his hand-- under my instruction. Reminding him that he's safe with me, that he can let himself feel good without shame. You don't need to think about anything but how good it feels-- you can worry about everything else later. It's not going anywhere. Right now all that matters is being my good, obedient boy.
Seeing the hazy look in his eyes as he nods lazily, his handsome voice repeating back anything I want to hear. It feels so good to listen to me, and he is such a good boy. Nothing quite like watching an intelligent man struggle to find his words between his slurred moans.
I want to play with his cunt and cock until there's nothing in his head except my name and how badly he wants to cum for me. What an honor, to have such an obedient, adoring boy like you. Cum for me, baby.
Over and over, until I say he's done. Even when it's too much, and his poor cock is aching and sensitive and twitching. He'll keep going, because he wants to be my good boy. How terribly lucky I am.
Finally, finally letting him take the toy off when he's shaking. Watching him collapse into his bed with an exhausted grin. My darling boy.
I let him stay like that, floaty and sweet and obedient until he fell asleep to my whispered praises. My good boy. You did such a good job for me. You know I love you so much. So good for me, honey. You're okay. I'm proud of you. You're all mine, and you know I'm all yours. Relax now. It'll all be there for you tomorrow. But for right now, all you need to be is my good, sweet boy. And you are.
I can't wait to do this again but with him asleep on my chest so I can run my nails down his back and play with his hair. My good boy <3
This is about gay trans men // Cishets fuck off
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