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d3nt4l-d4m4g3 · 3 years

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A few days ago, I emailed my former professor about a paper on women’s food practices in the middle ages. At least, that’s what I told him it was about, initially.

But actually, I wanted to discuss heresy. This professor teaches a women’s rights course every year. Every year at the beginning of the class, he calls attention to why he, a man, is talking about women’s rights. He looks us in the eyes and says, no one else is doing it, and I’m sorry it’s me.

This man made us read the SCUM manifesto, Gerda Lerner, Maria Mies. He grazed the subject of the Lesbian Sex Wars, delicately, so gingerly, posing the question: “Can sex work ever be just work?” And my (all woman) classmates, generally mute—in a Women’s Rights class, they all seemed averse to saying the word “woman,” at all. Then one woman raised her hand. and she said, “Sex work is real work.” A statement that, as I hope you know, is a deflection and a discussion killer.

At the time I was non-binary. Hah. I submitted a comic at the end of the year of my final project. My thesis for that project was this: the very language female people have to use for themselves was constructed by the patriarchy. for example, the english word “vagina” comes from the latin word for “sheath”. so the vagina invokes the act of penetration upon its utterance. Whereas the word “penis” has no clear etymological root, implying that it is original while the vagina is constructed for him. Why should I carry the fact that I will always be a tool, the hole, of the human that is man? My solution, at the end of the comic, was to continue using they/them pronouns, to shield myself from the horror of being a wo-man, a s-he—an appendage of Him.

I got a good grade. A stellar report. And it wasn’t a bad comic, for what I knew then. For my condition of blindness and deafness. I made a compelling argument, using sources from class. But oh, how much older I feel now. I’ve always felt old but now I feel almost like I’m dying. Like I don’t have enough time to fix the world before I disappear. And women’s stories never survive. They are not surviving. networks spring up like mycelium and then every century at least they are burned. Witchcraft is in the air shared by women in a room of their own, and witchcraft is doused in gasoline.

I don’t have enough time to explain how the veil lifted for me. Maybe I forget the big moment. the days after were a blur of searching the no-no tags like radical feminist, GNC, gender critical. Amazed at the wealth of journals that these women linked to with real statistics showing that children are being sterilized for no reason. Mostly gay children. like me, a lesbian, who now lives in a house with three “non-binary afabs”. This summer, one of these women, who I have known since freshman year, will start taking testosterone, a procedure I took up for three turbulent months during my freshman year of college. I get to watch her become what I turned away from, knowing the experience fractured my sense of self to a point of terror and estrangement. I get to watch her hide from her problems and cut herself off from womanhood the way I did for 3 years. I am not a woman, so do I not feel Woman’s pain, she is telling me, I told myself, when I was in a dream. She has so many problems, she laughs. But trans is a separate problem that has nothing to do with those other problems. A coincidence.

(For any trans people reading this, you may think: This transtrender fake-trans never-was-trans woman is treating these nonbinary people as if they were dead! as if they weren’t happy people finally living their truth! —well. I put my mom through the process of trying to convince her that I should have always been a man. and I did lose her, for months. For her it was the height of cognitive dissonance that I should want to go on a life-altering hormone to cure my lifelong social awkwardness and self-hatred and self-harm and depression. And I blamed her for not accepting my real self. I was basically made to shun her and my family because of transphobia.. It is disrespectful to anyone’s sanity and integrity for me to perpetuate that cognitive dissonance in this post.)

So I eventually got through to the professor. I knew because of the texts he had us to read for class. He is gay. He has read all the theory, and lives by it. And no (woman) student wants to speak to him. To bring the theory alive. They cannot breathe into it and it sits dead in his mouth.

Maybe it is because he is a man. because the presence of one man in a space of all women immediately sends up alerts. lockdown. Certainly that is the case. Radical Feminists here: I know he’s a man. But I don’t have a woman. And I felt on the strength of the texts he’d given us that he would be my best bet. Maybe somewhere in the corrupted, rotting heart of my college there was a person who knew about thoughtcrimes and was thinking them anyway.

My professor starts with diversion. He starts by talking about my paper. I find it disconcerting that he starts that way. I worry that he won’t want to refer to my email. Where I say: I have woken up from a dream to the apocalypse—Does this man think I’m crazy? Chipper and kind of frantically, he lists off primary sources of medieval nuns and women saints. for my paper. Does this man think I’ve turned into a bigot? Am I confessing lunacy, like a flat-earther?

But I steer the conversation to the meat at his first tentative encouragement. I tell him something like: “children, mostly gay children, a whole generation of gay children, are being sterilized. Porn is a symptom of late-stage capitalism—men’s ownership of women’s bodies. trans is an extension of this. I was part of this. I was in a cult.” I was shaking a bit. I don’t think I’d uttered those words out loud. They sound crazy. Some of the things I said did sound far-fetched. disorganized, remote. But I prayed that my professor would believe some of it, any of it.

What I will say is that he believes me. Thank fuck, right?

He tells me something along the lines of this, vocalizing my fears:

that all of academia is being scrubbed of anything that doesn’t support Trans.

And it is trans-identified female students and women who are reporting him to Title IX, who spend all their time in his classes fuming at the lack of validation for trans women in the history of women. My sisters, footsoldiers for the cause. What cruel irony. This man is holding onto this class by his fingernails, speaking through his teeth, hoping any of the twenty young adult women staring blankly or angrily at him will hear him and listen.

Looking back, the professor’s responses to my emails are vague, completely refusing to acknowledge a point of view other than “WOW. I look forward to discussing this.” I think he thinks he could be blackmailed. Anything he says on gmail dot com can and would be used against him. It’s like, really, really, really that bad.

No ideology should involve a cultural cleaning of women’s history feat. witch hunts.

I will end here with an excerpt from my first email to this professor:

I'm sure you know what a total bummer it is to realize this.

#detransition #tra #gender critical #radical feminism #radfem #radblr #feminism #academia

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genderpunktheo · 5 years

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Do NOT Support ‘Adam’ When The Film Comes Out

I’ve talked about this before on this blog but this is the most disgustingly transphobic and lesbophobic narrative I’ve ever come across.

CWs: transphobia, homophobia, lesbophobia, corrective rape, voyeurism

The book Adam by Ariel Schrag is being turned into a movie which has been named as one of the most exciting LGBTQ films of the year. You should know before watching that the book is about a cis boy who pretends to be a trans man in order to persuade lesbians to sleep with him.

Yeah... you read that right.

Book plot summary:

boy spies on his lesbian sister having sex

boy decides to pretend to be a trans man (gross)

i.e. pretends to have a vagina because he thinks lesbians will want him then (he literally wants to fuck lesbians because he watched his lesbian sister have sex wtf)

he does get a lesbian to sleep with him, he straps his penis down using ace bandages and uses a strap on.

all the actual trans dudes we meet identify as lesbians this basically implies that trans men are not real men (lesbians i.e. women)

another time they have sex again only he uses his actual penis but tells her its a strap on. that’s literally rape, she didn’t consent to an actual penis.

he confesses that he’s been lying to her this whole time but she doesn’t break up with him. she even says its okay cause she fantasised about him being “a real boy"

that’s a direct quote. massive transphobia. huge. not to mention this is now the “lesbian is cured by dick trope” which is disgusting and that trope leads to real lesbians and bi women being raped to “fix” them.

he leaves new york, they’re long distance. they get in an argument and he calls her a slut and a whore among other things and then she dumps him

eventually they get back in touch and she has a new cis boyfriend so yep, she’s been “cured” woo she’s actually straight and he helped her realise that yay (massive sarcasm)

It is deeply deeply transphobic. To imply that our identities are just costumes for other people to put on erases who we are as people. More than that, to imply it is done to trick people into sex is a dangerous lie that literally gets us killed.

It is also deeply lesbophobic. To fuel this narrative that lesbians can be “fixed” by having sex with a man leads to real corrective rapes happening.

Here is a review of the book by a trans man. I have yet to find one by a lesbian but will edit this if I do.

This book gives out incredibly harmful notions about trans men and lesbians that are used to hurt them in real life. It’s so entrenched in the narrative that I don’t see how the film can possibly be any better.

I do not say any of this lightly. it’s very very rare for me to call out a piece of fiction or for me to decide that a story is unfixable. But this... there’s no excuse for the bigotry in this.

I’d like to tell people to boycott it but I can’t tell you what to do. So instead I’m going to ask that you share this because it being named as an exciting new LGBTQ film is going to make LGBTQ teens want to see it. And they should know beforehand how hurtful it could be. They should be able to arm themselves with that knowledge.

Don’t make queer kids see this film believing it will represent them only to be exposed to this hatred of their identities.

Please reblog.

#transphobia #adam #ariel schrag #trans #transgender

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vintage-story-time · 3 years

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Her Mother's Lover

Chapter 2

Surprisingly, she slept quite late the next morning. When she had

finally showered and dressed, she found her parents were practically

through with their breakfast.

"Hello, sleepy-head," her father greeted her as she sat down at the

table. "How does it feel to sleep in your own bed again?"

"Nothing like it," she answered. "That's another reason I don't want to

go back to school, I'm too comfortable here."

"I think you're grownup enough to come to the party tonight," Minna said

looking appraisingly at her daughter. "It's just going to be some of

father's business friends, and mine too, nothing big."

"That's right," her father chimed in, "and if you need a dress you can

use the family charge account at Saks or Altman's as usual."

"Oh mother," Charisse said happily, "that sounds just too groovy, but I

guess I'm going to surprise both of you . . . I mean I'm still so tired

for some reason, I'd just as soon pass up the party and get to bed

early!"

"All right, dear," her mother said with a rather surprised look. "But I

do want you to get out today and get some fresh air, you look a little

pale to me."

"I intend to mother. I'm going to take a long walk in the park, say

hello to my favorite seals in the zoo, and just read on a bench until

it's time for dinner."

"I wish I didn't have that concert to rehearse for - I'd keep you

company darling. It sounds like a lovely, lazy sort of day that I

haven't had for ages." -

Charisse spent the day in Central Park, as she had planned. She departed

from her plans in one respect. She went to the Metropolitan Museum of

Art and viewed again their wonderful sculptures - her favorite still

being the nude Venus Aphrodite, rising from the surf in all her feminine

glory. She wondered why the statues of the naked goddesses held her

interest so much more than the statues of the naked men, which after all

showed every detail of the male sexual organs.

When she came home, she could hear her mother talking to someone on the

phone. Carefully lifting the extension phone in the kitchen, she

listened. Her mother was talking to a man with a deep virile voice,

someone who was a stranger to Charisse.

She heard her say, "There's this damned party of Charlie's tonight . . .

but maybe we'll be able to see each other anyway if I can get out of the

house with some kind of an excuse . . . "

"That would be wonderful, darling. But if you can't make it, we'll see

each other tomorrow night at my place."

"That's a date, dear," Minna laughed in her rich contralto and then hung

up.

Charisse replaced the receiver and thought to herself why Minna should

he making evening dates with the possessor of the virile baritone voice.

Could there possibly have been anything to those monstrous articles in

the scrap-books? Well, it was probably a business appointment, even if

it all did sound very sexy. It was out of the question to Charisse that

her adored mother would seriously play around with, or give her body to

a mere man . . .

She took a shower which had the effect of stimulating and refreshing her

body to the point where she felt ready to take on anything. Going into

the kitchen, she fixed herself a salad and some milk and cake and took

it up to her bedroom, determined to just listen to some good music and

then go to sleep early.

But sleep was out of the question for her as she began to hear the

slamming of doors and the bustling noises of the evening's party guests

arriving. There really weren't more than seven or eight people at the

party, but as the drinks began to take effect they were soon making

enough noise for a regiment. Wondering what was really causing all the

commotion, Charisse opened the door of her bedroom a bit and peeked out.

There was the usual drinking, small talk and boozy laughter going on in

the living-room. Everyone had already had dinner. Her mother was in the

hallway, diagonally across from her bedroom, talking to Jack Lennard, a

mature, rather thickset sort of man. He had been a friend of the

Mantells for years and Charisse remembered him with feelings of

distaste.

For one thing, ever since she had been thirteen, he had always been

feeling her up whenever he visited the house. He would put his hand on

her asscheeks and sensuously slide it up and down, his palms or his

elbows were always sort of moving up and down over her budding titties.

He made it all seem like some kind of accident, but Charisse knew that

he really meant it. If he had the nerve to boldly feel her sex organs

the way he did when her father and mother were in the apartment, she

wondered what would happen if they were out. She was glad that he had

never happened upon her when she was alone in the apartment. She felt he

would have raped her without the slightest hesitation. She really didn't

care much about Jack Lennard.

She felt the same way about his wife Cora Lennard, who was an attractive

brunette of about thirty-five with a voluptuous well- preserved body.

Her face was always faultlessly made up, even if it was a bit too heavy

on the mascara and lipstick. What Charisse disliked about Cora was her

constant air of supercilious sophistication and snobbishness. She

affected a kind of super-cool which she let you know in a subtle way

that nothing could break down.

Her mother and Cora were deep in conversation in the hallway near her

bedroom. As she strained to catch some of their "woman- talk" she was

surprised to see Cora press against her mother's body. One of her hands

descended to Minna's lush asscheek and fondled it, while the other was

actually grasping one of her mother's breasts - and squeezing it! Her

mother surprised her by covering Cora's hand on her breast with her own,

and smilingly removing Cora's hand from her ass, she whispered something

to her. Cora's wide mouth opened wider, her red lips emphasizing her big

white teeth. Amazed, Charisse watched her mother lead Cora into her

bedroom. Her curiosity overcoming her surprise, Charisse tiptoed to the

door of her mother's bedroom. The door was closed, but light was

streaming through the large keyhole of the door. Charisse knew from

secretly watching her mother undress and give herself beauty treatments

before retiring that the keyhole afforded a complete view of the room if

a light was on. There was a moment of guilty hesitation for her, and

then she gasped as she placed her eye to the keyhole. Maybe all those

gossip columns and nasty remarks had something to them! Maybe where

there was so much smoke there was also a little fire!

She tried hard to understand what she was seeing and even hearing

through the door. There was her mother lying back on the bed, her

expensive silk evening dress with its skirt tucked up to her waist. Her

beautiful legs were clad in sheer nylons, but she was wearing no girdle,

the stockings were rolled. And she was wearing no panties either! The

sight of her mother's alabaster white hips, her exposed reddish bush

hair and moist, pink cuntlips shocked her.

Hypnotized by the unusual sight she heard her mother laugh and say,

"You'll have to make this one a quickie, Cora darling. If we stay up

here too long, they'll miss us both in the living room!"

"You know I'm an artist and don't like to be rushed, Minna. Is Mr. Dildo

still in your third dresser drawer, under you slips?"

Apparently it was, because she saw Cora go to the drawer and take out a

peculiar looking harness - it looked just like a garter- belt with a

huge red knockwurst hanging from it. She saw Cora lift up her dress,

remove it and after taking off her slip and panties, she strapped on the

object she had called Mr. Dildo. Now Charisse recognized it for what it

was, a huge imitation red rubber male sex-organ, complete down to the

two testicles dangling from it.

"Take off your bra, Minna," she heard Cora say, breathing heavily. "You

know I like to feel them!"

As her mother removed her bra, she saw her lush white tits and their

huge pinkly erect nipples completely exposed to Cora's questing hands.

Cora began to knead them and she could see her mother's nipples

stiffening and erecting under the kneading and caressing of her titties.

She saw her mother spread her legs, her mouth forming an anguished

invitation. Cora leaned forward between her mother's legs and with a

grunt of triumph she shoved the dildo completely up into Minna's moist

vagina.

As Cora began to slide the huge rubber penis in and out of her mother's

pussy, she could hear her mother's gasps of pleasure. Then Cora's

movements became more violent and she could actually hear the threshing

of the two women's bodies. Her mother began to moan as if she were in

some kind of pain, while Cora's breathing sounded as if she were running

a race.

Suddenly she heard her mother whisper urgently, "Oh, Cora darling, shove

it all the way up my hole . . . ah . . . all the way up . . . I want to

feel those red balls slapping up against my cunt!"

Charisse knew that what she was seeing was a sex act, she had enough

lectures in hygiene at school to know that.

But she had only heard vaguely that women were sometimes lovers and that

it was a very immoral thing called Lesbianism that just didn't happen

among nice people. Yet here was her own mother being sexually entered by

a woman-friend! It was unbelievable and yet it was happening in front of

her very eyes. She had tried to imagine what having a man push his thing

into her cunny would be like, she knew that when you lost your "cherry"

it was supposed to hurt and that you bled from there for awhile. But

this sounded as if her mother were actually enjoying the big red prick

that Cora was shoving in and out of her vagina with savage rhythm.

"It's all the way up now . . . oh . . . keep ramming that prick up my

cunt . . . I just love it, darling . . . oohh . . . "

She was fascinated as she watched Cora fucking her mother. They were

hopelessly enmeshed in the sex act now, moaning and gasping as if

nearing the end of a grueling race. She knew she was watching something

forbidden and terribly immoral - who could ever imagine such a thing

between her adored mother and that loud brassy Cora Lennard!"

"How does Mr. Dildo feel?" she heard Cora ask her mother. "Is he far

enough up your wonderful cunt?"

"Yes, yes Cora, you're tickling my uterus right now - you can't go any

further. I just love the way you fuck me! You beat any man!"

She saw Cora's solid thighs, and the red dildo going in and out, faster

and faster up her mother's cunt. The whole thing was so exciting that

she began to have a funny feeling in her own cunny. She touched her

panties and felt that her crotch was all wet . . .

She still wondered how her mother could let a crude woman like Cora do

such an intimate thing to her. Wasn't her father the only one with the

right to put his prick into her mother's cunt?

Now their two bodies began to thresh up and down even more violently on

the bed. Charisse felt herself getting hotter and wetter in her crotch

as she watched.

"Screw me babe, screw me all the way!" she heard her mother practically

shriek. Charisse was aroused and bursting with curiosity about the

sensation that could produce this abandoned reaction in her mother's

body.

Unconsciously Charisse's hand crept down to her crotch and felt the

cloth saturated with hot seepings from her cunny. She worked her fingers

under the material and began to finger her pussy-lips, like she did when

she was bathing, or late at night when she couldn't sleep. As she

watched Cora's white asscheeks rising and falling, her finger began

working with the same rhythm in her own cunt.

Faster and faster the huge, red dildo, glistening now with her mother's

cunt-juice, rammed in and out of Minna's bushy twat. Charisse worked her

own fingers faster and faster on that specially sensitive spot, high

between her cuntlips.

"I'm coming, Cora, please fuck faster, I'm coming so good, Cora doll . .

. all the way up now!" her mother practically wailed.

"I'm going to shoot right up your hole baby!" Cora gasped. She squeezed

the big red testicles of the dildo and then almost screamed triumphantly

- "I've come, you bitch! I've come and shot a hot load in you! Doesn't

that feel good?"

Amazed, Charisse saw a white milky fluid seep from her mother's pussy as

they both quivered and contorted in the throes of their orgasm

Apparently, squeezing the balls of the dildo had ejaculated the white,

milky fluid into her mother's still twitching pussy.

Still crouching at the keyhole she knew she must leave now that the

immoral frenzy she had just seen was over. It would be terrible if they

discovered her at the door!

"Let's get back to the party, Cora dear," she heard her mother

whispering.

"O.K., just let me feel those darling tits of yours once more - and then

off we go to those damned squares outside!"

As she saw Cora mouth her mother's naked nipples, she turned away from

the door, straightened up and walked tensely into her bedroom. Confused

thoughts were struggling with the scene she had just witnessed. Her

mother, her idol, the strong beautiful woman she worshipped had just

engaged in an act with another woman which most people would deem

obscene. And yet, in spite of the evidence of her own eyes, Charisse

knew that her mother was good - and honest. No matter what a million

gossip sheets might say, she knew that her own mother could never do

anything basically wrong. She still was absent-mindedly fingering her

wet crotch, and as she thought of what she had just seen, she pulled her

panties down her legs. Without the thin material in the way, she began

to work her fingers up and down between her cuntlips. The warm feeling

in her pussy began to spread, and just as she thought of how her mother

and Cora had shrieked their comes, her cunt began to twitch violently.

Even though she had masturbated before, Charisse had never come like

this. Cunt-juice just seemed to ooze from her as she moaned in the

throes of the most intense come of her young life.

"Oh mother, mother, how could you," Charisse whispered to herself as her

come came to an end. Feeling her wet pussy, with cunt-juice actually

dribbling down her legs, she decided to take a shower and then go to

bed.

Tiptoeing to the bathroom, she noticed that her mother's bedroom door

was wide open; apparently Cora and Minna had rejoined the others. The

alcoholic gaiety of the party was still going on, but as she passed the

door to her father's bedroom, she stopped at the sound of his voice.

What was he doing in his bedroom while his guests were partying?

Someone answered her father and it sounded like a woman's voice. Her

curiosity was aroused, and boldly she bent down to the keyhole of her

father's room. Surely her father wasn't cheating on Minna and frigging a

woman guest from the party! Her father was nice, but really such a

weakling - she couldn't see him being aggressive enough to shove his

thing between a strange woman's legs. He probably only did it with

mother because she let him! So what on earth was happening? Who was

really cheating and being cheated on?

The sight that met Charisse's eyes this time astounded her. Her father

was lying back on the bed, his pants and underwear completely off. There

was a completely naked blonde girl on the bed with him, with wide supple

hips, generously curved breasts and a mouth that looked like a painted

red gash.

"You're warming me up Charlie," the girl was saying to her father. "Just

a little more of that . . . huh, sugar . . . "she wheedled.

Charisse was glued to the keyhole. A little more of what, she wondered.

And then she knew. The blonde had been sitting on her father's chest,

legs astride and facing him. Suddenly, she shifted her position forward

and opening her legs wider, she seemed to sit down on her father's

mouth. Her father began to move rhythmically as the girl's cuntlips and

his lips seemed to meet in a sucking, writhing contract

"Oh, you bastard," the girl gasped, you've got your goddamn tongue right

on my clitty and I'm coming, I'm coming!" . . . her wail trailed off as

her torso performed a series of shuddering contortions, her pussy still

being sucked by her father's lips.

As her father worked his face from between the girl's legs, he smirked

and said, "Turn about fair play, honey!"

Shifting her position the girl kneeled over her father's middle and then

she saw her grasp her father's penis.

"My but Daddy's got a bigger prick than I expected," she said to

herself.

She had never seen anything that thick or stiff in her life. The head of

it was deep-pink and throbbed like a living thing. As the blonde's big

wet lips closed over her father's cock, she heard him say, "Now give me

a real good blow job, Sheila. After all, if you want a part in one of my

TV shows, just consider this an audition . . . "

He said nothing more as Sheila's mouth sucked up and down his huge,

stiff shaft. All he could do, apparently, was to moan encouragingly as

the girl's cocksucking pace increased.

Charisse watched his glistening, tremendous cock with a feeling of awe.

She never would have dreamt that a mild-mannered man like her father

could be the possessor of such a virile dick. Maybe there was a good

reason that mother had married him after all. She hadn't seen any cocks

to speak of, except on statues or in text-books, but her father had a

cock you had to respect.

Suddenly, her father pushed the blonde girl's head away from his penis.

"I want to shoot in your twat!" she heard him say coarsely.

Again she gazed at his tremendous penis. It seemed to be at least nine

inches long, with the head looking like a big oval vibrator as it

quivered and glistened with Sheila's saliva on it. Her father's

testicles matched his cock, looking like two huge tomatoes covered with

hair.

Her father turned abruptly, and as the blonde Sheila spread her legs, he

thrust his penis into her pink, golden-bushed pussy. Sheila gasped as

his cock rammed completely up her vagina.

"Give it to me Charlie, shove it all the way up my twat!" Sheila moaned

as he started to fuck her in earnest, his cock ramming in and out of her

wet cunt with a steadily increasing rhythm.

The sight of a real cock, instead of a dildo, seemed to excite Charisse

even more as she watched the frigging, tossing bodies on the bed. She

wasn't wearing her panties, and she could feel the hot wet juice from

her pussy starting to dribble down between her legs, as she watched

Sheila being fucked by her father.

Charles Mantell, TV producer was thoroughly enjoying the frigging

"audition" he was giving the voluptuous young actress. He edged up and

spread her legs wider, so that his dong could plunge more deeply into

her moist, pink cunt.

Charisse felt a twinge of jealousy as she saw that huge stiff prick of

her father's going in and out of the blonde's cunt. If her father's cock

could give such pleasure to another woman, why was her mother allowing

her vagina to be invaded by a rubber dildo? Sheila's hips began to

writhe and twitch under the steady ramming of her father's cock. As

Sheila threshed from side to side, Charisse sensed that her orgasm

wasn't far off.

Unconsciously her hand dropped down to her own drooling pussy, and for

the second time that night Charisse began to keep time to a hump rhythm

with her fingers in her cunt. Her own pussy's excitement mounted as she

watched Sheila's heightening passion under the onslaught of her father's

dick.

She dreaded being caught spying through the keyhole, and masturbating

her own cunny at the same time . . . what was happening to her. And yet,

fascinated by her father's pistoning cock sliding in and out of Sheila's

blonde-bushed twat, she couldn't tear herself away.

"Give me your cock . . . ram it in up to Your balls, Charlie . . fuck me

. . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . ." Sheila pleaded as she felt her

orgasm welling up within her vagina.

"I'm going to shoot my load . . . shoot my scum into that blonde cunt of

yours . . . " Charles Mantell groaned as he rammed his cock so deeply

into the blonde's cunt, that his balls literally slapped against her

cuntlips.

"Oh God . . . you're making me come, you're making me come Charlie . . .

shoot, shoot your goddamn load all the way up my cunt," the writhing

blonde literally shrieked as her lovely torso contorted into a come of

staggering proportions. Charisse could see the lips of her cunt

practically curling and sucking around her father's jerking cock.

"I feel your hot cum in me," the blonde sobbed, "Oh, shoot all that

sweet ball-juice to me, daddy, I'm gonna milk it to the last drop.

Her father moaned and now he was pumping his penis in and out

erratically - holding it in for many seconds, and then thrusting

convulsively into Sheila's pussy.

"I'm coming, too! I'm coming, too!" her father groaned as his arms

closed around Sheila's convulsing torso. Then, "Milk that cock, baby,

get the last drop out into that sweet pussy . . . "

Charisse kept watching them, her hand still between her cuntlips, her

finger lightly moving on her clitoris. Then she remembered she had been

on the way to the bathroom to wipe her pussy and continued to the

toilet.

She looked in the mirror and noticed that her face was flushed. She just

couldn't take her finger away from her clitty, and as she played with

it, her yearning, indefinable sensation built up more and more within

her. She knew she was on the brink of coming and stopped for a moment to

savor the sensation in her cunt . . to prolong it just as much as she

could.

For some reason, visions of Cora, the dildo ramming in and out of her

mother's pussy seemed to dominate her mind.

"I'll bet that dildo feels better than a man's thing . . . mother must

know best!" she murmured to herself as she began her autoerotic cunt and

clitoris massage once again.

She wondered why her mother was always foremost in her mind. Her mother

was definitely the strong, decisive person in her parents marriage. Dad

was a nice man, in a mild, namby-pamby sort of way. But Minna Mantell,

the singing star, overflowing with life, vitality and a positive

personality, was Charisse's ideal. She could feel much more, was

actually always closer to her mother than her father. In a sense, that

was one of the reasons she had impetuously run away from school.

If her mother would only make Charisse her private secretary- companion,

that would be career enough for her. And, in this fixation on her

mother, she realized that she was different from the other girls in

school who mostly bragged and talked about their fathers.

She had an idea she turned to her mother, because her mother somehow

seemed to be a stronger haven of security.

She put her hand back on her vagina and parting the wet lips with her

forefinger, she let it play on her stiff clitoris once again. The

hygiene teacher had warned all the girls against masturbation, but how

could something that felt this good be bad?

As she kept playing with her clitoris and her finger got wet, she

fancied that it was Cora's dildo that was going into her hot pussy. But

it wasn't Cora who was wearing the dildo, it was her mother Minna,

gently shoving the rubber prick between her cuntlips.

She came so suddenly and so strongly, that for a moment she thought her

body was actually going into convulsions. There was a veritable gush of

cunt-juice on her hand, her inner thighs, drops of it on the floor as

her cunt spasmed in the most shattering come she had ever experienced.

"Oh my God," she said to herself as the waves of the intense orgasm

began to recede . . . " If I can feel this way by just masturbating

after seeing people fucking, what will the real thing be like."

"Probably blow my mind!" she giggled to herself as she carefully washed

her pussy, dried herself off and left for her bedroom.

#Her Mother's Lover #Chapter 2

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Shipping Calculus! Live Updates from C2E62

Downtime (n): a word which here means “bust a drug ring and spy on war meetings,” with some home improvement on the side.

*wheezes* Anyway, we do math no matter how stressed we are, yes? A mathematician must never be daunted by mere….madness. Masterpost here.

+23 to Fjord/Jester Outside experts were necessary for this. On the one hand, Shipping Calculus Law states that you lose points for facilitating a relationship to another person….but if you do that while also clearly getting “heart eyes” for the whole affair? Those rules no longer apply. We have, here, Fjord’s Over The Top “I Am So Cool Pls Notice” at Jester referencing his bravery at rooming next to her, and mutual, uh, attempts to comfort that are Deflected By This Deflecting Pair! You Would Earn More Points For Not Deflecting! Oh no, Jester, are you worried about your mom I’m sure she’s oka—NAH, FJORD, HOW ARE YOU. Are you feeling uncomfortable latel—NAH, I’M FINE I’M HAVING ZERO ISSUES WITH THE WATER EXCEPT THAT IT’S IN MY EARS AND I CAN’T HEAR YOU. Lots and lots of banter, and Jester asking Fjord about whether this is his first home, and offering him a mural because she’s a sweetheart. Point loss because Fjord did not accept the mural invitation which makes Jester, deprived of this gesture of affection from her artistic soul, very sad. Also, Jester’s hair was gross and that’s a tragedy for all Jester ships this week.

+8 to Beau/Jester Speaking of gross hair. These two—still roomates! Beau looking for the Best Room, as always! And for some reason, they very much don’t mind in each other all the things that would make them awful roomates to everyone else? Jester happily deals with Beau’s horrific snoring (if they ever have to split, Beau and Cads need to room as the resident snorers), and Beau handles Jester’s Hair Fiasco with nary a complaint, only a surreptitious request for some incense from Caduceus. That’s love. Point loss for Beau complaining about Nugget’s drooling—you need to love pets to love Jester, and that is law

-30 to Jester/Pets. But pets….they may not love Jester. My darling….forcing your beaten and world weary weasel (a ground dweller) into a tree dwelling against its will, forgetting your weasel’s name….I mean, you would think that someone would have sat you down by now to talk about consent (and that you never call someone you love by another name).

+20 to Beau/Gaydar And she foooooooooooools Caleb into thinking it’s a faulty Straightdar that has her saying he and Nott have tension. Don’t worry, Caleb, Beau understands you a little too well. And as we all know, ejecting a man from your room is a Special Lesbian Power bequeathed from the gods.

+2 to Caleb/Fjord/Jester because Frumpkin also got to hang out and gape at Fjord’s tremendously awkward honeypot display at the apothecary. Those three made a stellar Team A to the two-team investigation, with Jester and Fjord distracting like champs while Frumpkin learned of the invisible guard! Also, +2 to Frumpkin/Detective Work!

+18 to Jester/Yasha for Jester’s incredibly thoughtful and sweet wildflower mural for Yasha, and Yasha’s equally sweet surprise and thankfulness. A perfect combination of the ancient and venerable practices of Seduction Through Art and Seduction Through Flower Arrangements—Jester is on top of her game. Point loss for sticking even a lovingly drawn dick anywhere in Yasha’s vicinity, that should be illegal

+2 to Beau/Yasha for partnering up to go to the library, yeah! A training pit, which is Ripe for Physical Contact Opportunities! Yasha being inspired by Beau’s bracers to get a set of her own, and you know how wlw love sharing clothing? I’m just saying.

+15 to Caleb/Caduceus A bit of an understated week, in the absence of Intense Conversation, but with a lot going on. Beginning, of course, with Caduceus making Caleb’s Special Gift the Literal Symbol of him “putting down roots” and spending a full week making it the centerpiece of the Xhorhaus and such an ostentatious landmark no one in the city will ever forget it. Caleb helps out with construction of the garden using cat-shaped spellwork, and also invites everyone he meets to Come To the Krynn’s First Treehouse the man is proud. Frumpkin, too, climbing the tree, and it’s only a matter of time before Caleb does the same. Speaking of, Caleb once more pulling the “O, Large and Attractive Man, Please Shield Me From the Haters” card in a Cramped Alley, which Caduceus himself sort of initiated by aggressively campaigning for Frumpkin Spying. Nott gets +5 to Cockblocking for pulling Caduceus away to Detect Magic. Caduceus making windchimes to help make feel Caleb safe—though Caleb is sadly dismissive at the time No point gain for Caduceus’ very sweet and genuine and incredibly unsuccessful attempt to prevent the wizard from choking to death on his grand plans. Point loss for Caleb preferring to use residuum to craft a protective ring, possibly over trying to fix the sword that Caduceus is fixated on. Can Caleb’s Sword make him forget about it?

+30 to the M9/Winning the Local Dick Measuring Contest. You take a tower, you add a 60 foot tree as an elaborate penis metaphor, spread your seed all over the rooftop garden, and put permanent daylight in a region that is permanently dark and worships the Light. All right. Okay.

+20 to Caleb/Essik oh gods, and now we have evidence that a cleaned up fashionable Caleb is perhaps also a little bit catnip for the NPCs. Caleb’s silver tongue and flirtatious finger-wiggling with his special Cat Spell? Bowing and opening the door with magic like A Flirt? The favor exchange convo which is how Every Male Character Woos Caleb Apparently? Essik, for his part, giving up his schedule for the moment, strutting his stuff with his fancy spellbook and chuckling and asking for Caleb’s permission and no one else’s to enter the home???? These boys move faaaaast. We’ll see how this develops with time. Also, between the spellwork Giving Caleb Game and Frumpkin detectiving, +50 to Caleb/Cat-Shaped Creatures, +30 to Caleb/Plot Relevant Magic Gott-damn

+35 to Fjord/Caleb So here in Shipping Calculus, Intense Conversations earn lots of points and uh, there was so much steam from this one it got sound effects. Clasping of hands, promises, declarations, in a callback to Every Major Widofjord Moment Ever. Not to mention, the ambushing-in-the-room maneuver straight (?) out of a romance novel. Caleb taking a gentle pry bar to the locked door of Fjord’s past and insecurities, as all Fjord shippers ultimately hope to see revealed on screen. The mention of Mighty Nein being family? Admiration and resentment? We can remake ourselves into something better? Admitting to worrying about everyone? Saying Caleb is not crazy (but he may be, crazy for someone?) Point loss for Fjord not…..getting the caring thing up until the end, probably. Oh dear. Oh my.

+55 to The Cast/Ashley Johnson. Yasha never fucking says anything, but Sam and Liam both love Ashley. Laura wants everyone to fuck off except Ashley, she’s an angel and we’re glad she’s here.

-100 to Caleb/Astrid/Eodwulf as Caleb says at one point Astrid was “The One” for him. But Caleb. Why could it not have been “The Two?” Throw me us a bone here.

+1000 to Nott/Yeza KISS! THEY KISS! And Nott goes on about not needing to kiss for some things. Spending time in the hot tub together, and in the Lab together (thanks, Caleb!) and being Dangerous Together. Yeza offering to be a house husband and clean up the place while they adventure! Nott being too protective of Yeza to send him without protection to the Coast or the Empire!

+14 to Caleb/Jester as Caleb aims the full force of his Worrywart self at Jester’s direction over the Astrid letter—all Jester ships gain points for distress over Marion Lavorre, as it should be. Jester alongside Nott immediately and frantically insisting that nothing letter-related is Caleb’s fault at all, but hey it’s not Jester’s fault either, it was Nott who told her what to write and she didn’t know anyyything. The suggestion for “The Salty Sea” that Jester and Caleb (and Fjord, hello +1 to Caleb/Fjord/Jester) are tied up with becoming the unlocking mechanism for a secret entrance to Caleb’s library. Jester unfortunately funnels many points into +20 to Jester/Foot in Mouth as she makes sad Astrid conversation but more importantly the horrific “you’ll always be an assassin to me” flirt. Jester. Jester no. Jester you know how he feels about his past right. Jester?

+3 to Beau/Hosting which was great until the cocktail racism, damn that’s a lot of point loss

+70 to Nott the Best Detective Agency/Detective Work as they uncover evidence of a SUUDE OPERATION and listen in on KING DWENDAL’S WAR PLANS. Interpretation of evidence once more provided by partner Beau and Lab Guy Caleb, who between their history and arcana checks and shady histories shed light on the puzzle before them.

-15 to Fjord/Charming the Neighbors. Caduceus is unfortunately too busy with home renovations to be his sweet Lets Bake For The Neighbors self, so Fjord ventures outside and proves why there need to be three high CHA people in this party. Because while Fjord can swing a honeypot in a crisis and intimidate like no one’s business, his inclination to dress people down and match insult for insult makes things go pretty sour with Bylan pretty quickly. The obvious solution, considering Fjord’s skill set, is to redress the issue by undressing the man.

+100000000000000000000000000000000000 to CR/Naming It The Xhorhaus because it got a SONG!!!!!!!!!

#cr spoilers #critical role #widofjord #widojest #fjorester #widofjorester #clayleb #beaujester #lavorregard #beauyasha #jestasha #shipping calculus

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“Adam” The Film And It’s Problematic Implications

Okay, so first of all — YES IM LATE TO THE PARTY! Apparently there’s a film called “Adam” that is coming out this summer based on a YA novel written by a white lesbian woman that is supposed to be super groundbreaking for the LGBT+ community. I’ve never heard of the book or the film until recently because of some backlash I saw on twitter. I didn’t wanna join the band wagon without being properly informed so I did my research and I must say that the backlash surrounding this film is completely just and warranted.

The novel written by Ariel Schrag is about a cis, white teenage boy who has bad luck with girls so when he goes to visit his lesbian sister in New York, who is at the moment dating a transman, he decides to pretend to be trans so he can bag himself a hot lesbian. He does this after being mistaken for trans and decides to run with it. He falls hard for the “hot lesbin girl” and in one scene they even have sex where he actually uses his real penis to penetrate her even though she thought it was a strap on. He goes to a Trans Camp where he eventually feels bad about his actions and confesses to the girl. But for some reason she’s not as mad and even says that ‘it’s okay because she imagined him as a real a boy anyway.’ A lot more happens but that’s the summarized version.

Despite the backlash, some movie executives thought that it would be groundbreaking to make this novel into a film and here’s why that’s a huge mistake. How many Hollywood movies have we seen where a White, Cis male has infiltrated the safe spaces of a marginalized community for personal/sexual gain and then eventually learns how these actions are problematic? We’ve seen this same story play out plenty of times on screen but now that LGBT allyship is trendy in Hollywood, the powers that be thought they were doing something groundbreaking and pushing the envelope by making this highly offensive film.

First of all, the fact that the original novel was written by a lesbian just goes to show how education on trans identity is very scarce even in the Queer community and we have to do better in that regard. But how many times do we need to see a white boy using real issues to get laid on screen? This could have easily been a story about an actual transman coming to terms with his identity in life and in romance. But instead lets create a story where trans is essentially a costume. Hell, a story about the main character’s sister would have been more interesting and more authentic to the author’s personal experience. It also proves that just because you identify as being apart of the LGBT+ community, it doesnt necessarily mean you are qualified to tell stories about all of our experiences.

Now besides the highly problematic narrative and offensive nuances, the writer literally tries to romanticize a rape scene. In the book, the main character tells his lesbian girlfriend that he is using a strap on to penetrate her but in fact he uses his real penis. The girlfriend didnt consent to that which is, by definition, RAPE. Make no mistake, when engaging in any sexual activity and one party decides to go a step further without the consent of their partner that is considered rape. Not to mention the horrible implication that trans men arent real men. Or the fact that lesbians can be “fixed” by having sex with a ‘real man’. That’s right! In the book, the girlfriend of the main character ends up getting a cis boyfriend. Does this make her bisexual or has she decided to be completely hetero? We really dont know but the implication is not okay, especially for this to be a YA novel. If you marry that idea with how impressionable young adults can be, smells like a recipe for disaster.

I can’t continue without saying that there are actually straight men who prowl gay bars hoping to connect with a “hot lesbian” to convert her back to liking “real men”. I’ve personally encountered men with this exact mindset so to fantasize this very problematic behavior into a book AND movie just perpetuates the notion that gayness/queerness/trans identity is curable.

I perused through youtube to find a few videos and interviews of the filmmakers talking about the movie amidst the backlash and the director Rhys Ernst is surprisingly one of the directors that works on the critically acclaimed show “Transparent”. As popular as that show is and as talented as Jeffrey Tambor is, the show is still riddled with its own issues by allowing a Cis White man to play a trans person eseentially taking a job away from an actual trans actor. An issue that even Jeffrey Tambor ironically shed light on during his acceptance speech after winning a Golden Globe Award for Best Actor for his performance in the role.

One would think that in an industry where LGBT+ stories have been scarce for so long that we should rejoice in the small triumphs. On the surface, this film is being paraded around as artistic genius amplifying the voices of the trans community and employing those who belong to the community in front AND BEHIND the camera. We should be applauding this right? WRONG. This story is essentially about the trans community through the lens of a selfish, insecure, sex crazed straight man and we are tired of seeing that portrayed on screen. I looked on IMDB and it says that this film comes out in August and I’m sure it will have a strong marketing campaign that will be wrapped in a beatiful bow of romance, inclusion, and acceptance but don’t be fooled.

We live in a climate where standing up for what’s right is frowned upon. Where people mistake using your voice as another cry for political correctness. You even have people saying this new generation is “too sensitive”. Well I beg to differ. We are not sensitive at all. We just choose to not be as passive as our parents and grandparents were. We have decided to not apologize when we tell you how we want to be treated. And if that’s an issue for you, take it up with God or whatever higher power you choose to believe in. I’d rather be politically correct than completely deaf and oblivious to the experiences of a marginalized people — and that’s what Champ says!

#adam #adam the film #ariel schrag #rhys ernst #lgbt #lgbtqia #transgender #transphobia

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A collection of things I’ve heard at school

Sophomore year semester one edition

Part One

Let’s castrate Logan without pain killers and see if it hurts him

YOU GOT ATTACKED BY A BEAR!?

Wh y am I alive?

That’s why punishment

What if the lovebugs are doing it in your hair

Marissa.

Marissa also isn’t here(said by you guessed it Marissa)

Does Mexico have a Fourth of July

I’m allergic to pickles

I’ll shove one down your throat

You can code right?

...yeah

What am I saying 00101001000110

No I’m saying hi

Marissa is being controlled by a robot

Yeah probably

Drugs didn’t exist until 2000

Lockdown drill of 9/19/19

(Aka the sub not hearing the announcement code and not letting us out)

Who was looking at hydroflasks on their computer

They just gonna shoot the door and mow us all down we finna die

He’s the shooter that’s why he won’t let us out

I’m gonna file a complaint

That’s not the code

The eagle has landed

May the force be with you

Ooh she tryna steal snacks

Me: *putting paper towels back in the chair*

Nvm She’s just picking up paper towels

*strobe lights from Apple watches*

I’m gonna lay down and take a nap y’all

The phones ringing

The shooter is trying to lure us out!

Me: *silently glaring at blinking light on ceiling wondering what it is*

Uh uh I have to go potty

There’s the bell

It’s a lure to get us out the classroom to kill us

I’ve called the office it’s over

What if we all just storm the door HE CANT STOP US ALL

Is anyone behind me cuz I’m gonna twerk

Me:*is behind them and turns around to face wall although it’s black in there*

Let’s make a tik tok

Let’s all have our moms call the school to complain

Ok that’s the end of the lockdown

*puts sticky note that says gay on forehead*

-That’s incorrect labeling that only works for two people in this class

*sticks gay sticky note on her forehead*

Bro that label is mine rAiNBoW

:Aw we left Logan sitting alone

-singing* I’m lonely I’m mr. lonely I have nobody

Logan: *gives them the finger discretely*

or is Logan trying to tell us something

- Logan are you coming out the closet

wtf am I drawing I just drew a penis now I’m drawing whiskers

you know what British guys say when they have to go to the bathroom? I’ve got to drain the lizard

Substitute: He...

Whole class: SHE

What’s that sound?

Idk someone strangling a kid

Oh he tryna fix the windows for the lockdown but leaves the door unlocked well we’re gonna die

Well we’ll die but I guess it’s our time

Teacher: just give him the finger and walk away

I hate my fandom

Like everyone in my fandom is psychic

I’ve never been to the Cheesecake Factory

Never like never ever?

Nope

Same bro

*high five*

We’re taking both of you to the Cheesecake Factory right Sofia

Would you like orange juice that’s probably not from real oranges or milk that’s probably not from real cows

I guess we should address the elephant in the

room that Brooklyn’s name is really Brooklyn Bridges

Tidal energy is just lesbian energy

The moon is a lesbian

Parkour

This is sad Alexa play despacito

I think we have a sub

-Really

-No I’m just trying to get everyone hyped

Blood on my shirt I didn’t kill anyone I swear

Bet

I had a dream I walked to your house naked……and then I drove you to school wearing baller shorts

I have a reaction meme for this *pulls up kpop meme*

*in fake country accent* Be careful when you come to Florida never know when you’ll run over some lovebugs

Guess who’s failing school

*points at self*

Guess who doesn’t care

*points back at self*

I feel like I’m gonna s*** a baby

My first comment is that sounds really copied and pasted

You know puppy monkey baby? I’m gonna make a story about that

I’ll butcher your gator

So if sage grass is a lot better and we have a lot more than corn why don’t they just use it to make ethanol?

Because they’re stupid

Last year I learned how to say go F yourself in Russian

-Classy

I’m part dingus..danish

Random teacher because we’re standing outside for the pledge without a teacher: I love you guys

-MURICA

-respectful

Ooh I’m gonna dress code you

-This so I can leave I wanna go

Show them shoulders

I hope he hears my thighs my thighs are on fire right now

Really showin off the shoulders there

She’s my other dad

-yes I am her father

If mike pence becomes president I’m gonna be the first one he kills kill the gays

What do you want to be

-I want to be dead

What is Obama’s last name?

I’m gonna hydrate then diedrate

I’m just gonna die

I loooovvvve to ruin my lungs

————

Did you know every three minutes someone in the us gets hit by a train

I just wanna stay home and pet my dog all day

You know what we should do to keep Germany from doing anything BUILD A WALL

-Yeah it’s not like they could go around it or anything

Cattle don’t feel any pain but when you pull a plant it feels pain

I think this debate is neosborin

*in vine voice* that is incorrect because according to the university of Georgia

The FBI agents are gone

Ambria is an STD

You don’t have bones

- whyd you have to bring that up I’m sensitive about that Marissa

It tastes like animal crackers but less fun

Ik one of the kids said I’m gonna kashoot myself

If I ever get pulled over I’m gonna take a selfie with the lights behind me

Technically we have already established babies are biodegradable

*walks into first period* If you hate mr. brown clap your hands *clap clap* if you hate mr. brown clap your hands *clap clap* if you hate mr. brown and he makes you wanna frown if you hate mr. brown clap your hands (that kid and another:)*clap clap*

Have you ever seen a chicken mate

Yes I watch chickens have sex all the time

Text saying something about subway workers having sex in a closet

I thought at first it was the coworkers together but they did it with bread I don’t wanna go to subway anymore either

I think everyone’s good until you try and stab them

Have you been drawing a tree this whole time in your paper

Yes

Jesus f-ing Christ

It’s spoopy season and I’m drawing spoopy trees

*a dude doing what looked like humping his gfs back at a picnic table*

I know this is the potato line stop yelling it I’m in this line because I want a potato

-would you eat a d if it had cheese on it

Different dude: I’d eat a d without lol slurrpp slurpp

Clemenceaus toes

I’ve confirmed it school food is poison

This kid on our soccer team he’s a foreign exchange student from Germany he’s really good but it’s really funny he’s like how you drive I not eighteen yet so can’t drive so how you drive

*puts in earbuds upside down* The words are upside down

#gen z humor #high school #high school quotes #gen z #high school humor #were all depressed #pretty sure humor is a coping mechanism for us #myschoolisjustdepressednerds

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What Being Trans Is Like; A Guide For Allies

Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Atom Yorke. I am a 16-year-old transgender and pansexual man, and you should probably get some popcorn ready because I've got a lot to say.

I'll split this up into categories so you can go page by page.

DEFINITION Now to begin this, if you're not sure what transgender means, transgender people are people whose brain does not match their body in gender. For example, I am a man. However I was born in a body most would call "female". I am a transgender man. This may be a radically new concept for some of you, but the truth is that we've been around since the dawn of humanity. Our history has been heavily modified and erased. In fact, any history that's not white, christian, heterosexual & cisgender has been shoved down to the darkest confines of information, where people have to look to find it. The truth is even ancient cultures have records of trans people, of nonbinary people, and of other LGBTQ concepts. This was one of the things they most heavily tried to erase during the ruthless colonization of Christianity.

You may be surprised to learn that yes, you yourself have met a trans person! Chances are you've met a lot of them, actually.

The reason why we're never seen is because until a little ways back, we would be imprisoned, killed or worse just for being out. Now that we finally have a voice, we're speaking loud. But still, some trans people do not wish to be that way, and they will stay quiet their whole lives and blend in with the rest of society. Because of many people living in hiding, surveys are skewed and we have no real way to quantify just how many transgender people there are in the world. But there are a lot. And we matter, just like you.

MISCONCEPTIONS First off, there are a LOT, and I mean A LOT of misconceptions about transgender people. And it's not an accident. The lack of information and the stereotypes that have been given have been due to not only ignorance, but intentional covering up of the truth of who we are, and blatant propaganda against us. Many people think trans people are "out to get them" like they're some kind of "cross-dressing predators looking to peep in on the other gender". I can assure you, we are nothing of the sort. This falsehood would be laughable, if it didn't hurt so many people. Nearly 60% of trans people in America are outright TERRIFIED to go to the bathroom, (or go anywhere, really) due to them being harassed, assaulted, and worse inside. We are the ones being attacked in bathrooms, not you. We are the ones being attacked out in the streets, not you. We are not predators, we are quite literally the prey for the real predators. And this has to change. And the way it changes is through spread of information, and actual facts.

A trans woman is a woman. She is not a "man in a dress". A trans man is a man. He is not a "woman in disguise". A trans person is a person. They are not "confused".

There have been multiple scientific studies done on transgender people's brains, and they have revealed, every time, that your brain will match your gender, even if your genitalia does not. The reason for this is due to how you develop in the womb. In utero, the brains form one way, and the genitalia develops another way. Most of the time they match, creating what is known as a cisgender person, aka a person who is not trans. Occasionally, the brain will develop in one gender and the sexual organs will develop in a different way due to an influx of different hormones during pregnancy, causing a trans person to be born.

To restate that; A trans person's brain matches their gender, not their genitalia. It has been scientifically proven. To argue that trans people "do not exist", are "confused", are "pretending" or anything else of the sort is foolish, and a rejection of science and reason altogether.

TERMINOLOGY Also, before you say "Well, if they existed forever, where are all these new terms coming from and why are we only now seeing trans people?" The reason being is you have seen trans people. You haven't seen these words because they are helpful labels we have only created recently for concepts that are ancient. The reason for all this new influx in trans activity is due to the internet and the spread of its information, which causes so many people to feel much safer and begin to come out. Now, let's take a look at the vocabulary of trans people, so you have an easier time understanding the lingo!

LGBTQ - Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer. Refers to the community. FTM - Female to Male. A trans man. MTF - Male to Female. A trans woman. T - Testosterone E - Estrogen HRT - Hormone Replacement Therapy. The medical procedure of hormone replacement to look more like your actual gender. Binder - A form of undergarment that is like a very tight sports bra that binds the chest of trans men & sometimes nonbinary people so they can appear flat-chested. Packer - A fake penis (or sometimes a rolled up sock, etc.) used to make trans men look like they have a bulge. Tucking - A technique trans women use to make them look like they have no bulge. Top surgery - Surgery on your chest to correct it to your gender. Bottom surgery - Surgery on your genitalia to correct them to your gender. Coming out of the closet - Telling the world and everyone openly that you are LGBTQ, or in this case transgender. Stealth - A term referring to trans people who go completely "undercover", and keep the fact that they're trans hidden so they can just enjoy a normal life. Gender dysphoria - A feeling of heartwrenching, guttwisting wrongness in a trans person's soul when someone calls them by the gender they are not, or sometimes when reminded of their body. Gender euphoria - A feeling of either complete contentedness, or giddy joyful excitement when their gender is affirmed.

HOW IT FEELS; A WATERED DOWN VERSION Now that we got all that out of the way, I wrote a short summary of what it feels like to be trans, from my perspective.

Imagine you're in the womb. It's a clean slate, nothing but peace. Then from the moment you're born, you're immediately categorized by your sexual organs and colour-coded. "It's a girl!" They say. They wrap you in a pink blanket. Your whole life you're told to be a girl, and so that's what you are. It was the first thing someone decided that you are. But the whole time you live in this fake life you feel... empty. Every time you use the girl's bathroom, there's a gnawing part of you that says you shouldn't be there. When kids around you are playing on a bouncy slide, playing a game of boys vs. girls, you always feel like you belong on the other side, for some nagging reason. Your grandmother keeps buying you skirts, bras, dresses, because you ask for them. You think that's what it takes for you to feel normal. You never wear them. "Maybe I'm not girly enough." So you try to be even more of what you are not. And every time, you feel this pit, this twisting gnawing void that aches and only aches more as you grow older. You don't know what it is. It gets worse every time someone says the word "She". "Girl." "Have a nice day, ladies." You tear through your room, looking for anything that doesn't look like the dresses your grandmother buys you. You cry and cry like you've never cried before, and you don't know why you're crying. What is it that's wrong with me? And after a while you decide you want your hair cut. Maybe that's what it is. Then you think, "Maybe it's because I eat a lot. Girls are supposed to be self-conscious of their weight, right?" So you blame your weight. Until you realize that's not the issue at all. Because one day you wake up. It hits you. And you put the pieces together. I'm not what they forced me to be all my life. There was a reason I was always uncomfortable. I'm not a girl... That was an option? That was even an option? I'm not forced to stay in this cell? There's actually NOT something wrong with me?

All I felt was profound relief at first, but soon enough the relief turned to paralyzing fear. This was the beginning, and also the end of my life, and I was only thirteen. But some people don't find out until they're adults, sometimes even until they're in their old age. It doesn't make anyone any less who they are. But man, does it uproot your whole life to fix things. If you realize at a young age it's easier because then you don't have as much paperwork to deal with, but you still no matter what have to deal with it, and people make it as hard as they possibly can for you, because of petty ignorance. I've had multiple cases of people straight-up refusing to give me my legal documents back (such as my insurance card which I need for my literally life-saving medication) because of ignorance or malicious transphobia. I had to actually argue with people to put my insurance card through, something that was common sense, that I had all the legal documentation for, that could be typed in at the push of a button, and costs nothing for them. But they had "never came across this situation before" so they argued with me for a good while about doing it until they finally gave in.

I've had cases of family members, family friends turning on me and calling me "tranny", a "confused girl", I've been told that there was "no masculinity in my eyes" when they looked at me. I was yelled at, screamed at in front of family and friends that I would never be a man. I've been insulted in front of people, I've been ridiculed and humiliated. But I will stand tall. You know why? Because it is A MILLION times better dealing with all this than dealing with not being who I truly am. I'm myself, and if anyone's got a problem with that, they can take it up with me.

The sad truth is, if you're trans, you unfortunately are going to experience horrible, horrible things like this. It's an inescapable reality. But that does not mean it's without hope. Every person can be educated, even if it may not seem so at first. Don't give up hope, because there is so much more beauty than you're seeing right now, and wouldn't you like to get to see it?

If you're an ally, you're here to make sure this feeling they have happens less. So, here is how to treat a trans person, written from the perspective of a trans person.

HOW TO HELP TRANSGENDER PEOPLE (from the perspective of a trans person)

1. Treat them with basic human respect. Aka refer to them how they want to be referred, you know, by their ACTUAL name and pronouns, not the ones you're clinging to desperately. You may think "What's the big deal?" about being misgendered, because as a cis person you've never been forced to live in a body that's not your own. You have ZERO frame of reference for how a trans person feels, or experiences their life, and so the very least you could do, even if you may not understand, is treat them with basic human decency. It literally costs you nothing to just be a civil human being.

2. Ask questions! (to a point. Don't be creepy or disrespectful.) If you are concerned you are not treating a trans person completely right due to not knowing, or you have something you're curious about, or you just don't understand us at all--ask! Please ask! We love it when you consider our needs, it makes us feel more appreciated. And asking questions opens important communication pathways, that lead to higher understanding, empathy, and acceptance of each other, which can only lead to higher growth for everyone involved. However, if you start getting really nosy about it by asking us weird questions when you barely know us like "Have you had the surgery yet? What do your genitalia look like?" Or the much dreaded "What's your original name?" Then you know you've gone too far. I mean, come on, you wouldn't ask a regular person that question, so why would you ask us?!

3. Speak up for them when they have no voice. This is probably by far the most huge thing you can do for a transgender person. A minor example; If they're in a very uncomfortable situation, like say for example they are getting misgendered by the cashier over and over at the grocery store and you can see they're too nervous to correct them, or even if they have corrected them themselves multiple times but the person will not give them that basic respect, the best thing you can do in that moment is step in and correct them for them. I've had someone do it for me, and it makes me feel euphoric that someone actually stood up for me. Just back us up when we need back up, cause we very rarely have that support. A lot of trans people have no support whatsoever. Any support you can show a transgender person will help them exponentially more than you know. Some allies will post LGBTQ positive things on their social media pages, meanwhile some others take this to extremes by becoming huge supporters of LGBTQ communities, and standing up and giving a voice everywhere for them through words, art, many different forms of media, pride parades & riots.

4. Physical Support If you are very close to a trans person yourself, such as one of your children, your spouse, etc. or even if you just want to go above and beyond by supporting trans people everywhere, giving a roof over their heads, a warm meal, and some kind words would change people's lives. Consider donating to a charity (a charity you research before donating into, a lot of them are fake and will collect the money) that goes towards help for transgender people, or LGBTQ people in general! We really need it, especially in the days of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named as our president.

5. Don't out them if they're not ready! This goes for all LGBTQ people, but please, if someone is closeted due to safety reasons or even just because they're not ready, do not under any circumstance out them for who they are. This could potentially throw them into massive danger, or it could just throw a massive wrench into their lives in some way. Please ask first.

6. Give positive, gender-affirming actions toward them! I absolutely LOVE IT when people do this. I have a friend who not only does bro-fistbumps with me, the two-pat hug thing, highfives me, but also always uses gender-affirming language such as calling me "man", "dude", "bro", etc. and it just always makes me feel so good to be around him! It creates a pleasant, safe space for us to be ourselves when you treat us for who we are, and it honestly makes us more happy than you know. So next time you see a really fabulous trans woman, tell her she looks lovely and classy today! When you see a trans man on top of his game, mention that he's handsome. And mention the things you know they feel insecure about in a positive way! It gives us majour gender euphoria. I know I've always been so ashamed of my round baby face due to it being the main reason I don't pass, but my friends on a call once had started all ooh-ing and ah-ing about how nice my cheekbones and jawline were and all that day I was ecstatic! A simple compliment that you might not even remember giving could change someone's life. And that goes for all people, not just trans people.

Now, you might have heard a lot of negative things that happened to me because of my being transgender, but I'm here to tell you there is so much hope. Cut forward to 2019. I've been out and proud for three years, and by God, I am so, SO SO much happier than I was. I am proud to say I was lucky, I have an amazing support system in my mom, dad, siblings & grandmother that have helped me so much through this. I'm about to start T soon, and I am so unbelievably excited. The person who had yelled at me in front of family members? They are now supportive, and make an effort around me. The person who called me a tranny? They apologized profusely and learnt from that experience.

So to fellow trans people out there--Things do get better. And they get better soon. You just have to hold out for a little while longer.

And for the allies who want to do better by trans and LGBTQ people everywhere, thank you. Thank you for showing your support, and thank you for your willingness to learn about those different from you. That shows extreme emotional maturity. On behalf of all LGBTQ people, thank you.

- Atom T. L. Yorke

Atom T. L. Yorke is a visual artist, cosplayer, writer, musician, and comedian that has also dedicated his life to helping LGBTQ people in need, especially the transgender community.

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EDWINA CLUSSY [ KRISTINE FROSETH ] is a JUNIOR at Broadripple Academy. She is 17 years old, from BENJI, MAINE and has been at Broadripple Academy for 1 YEAR.

Aha it’s yo boi skinny penis Suds! Here’s some info about Edwina! Feel free to hmu for plots. Her full bio is here if you want the full details.

Edwina goes by Ed, Wee, Wina, dumb bitch or whatever you want to call her. She just hates when people call her by her last name (she’s very aware is sounds like another word), so if you want to get under her skin then call her Cluss or Clussy.

Comes off super timid, but she’s secretly a ball of rage and sarcasm. If you get to know her then her actual personality shines through. The first time people hear her curse they’re usually really surprised.

Edwina is a bit of an outcast. She’s not very confident and she’s not really good at much, but she’s a really broad knowledge of cars and is really good at tinkering. Because of this, she focuses a lot of her energy into these things instead of trying to be better at art, music, sports, etc.

Wants to be the next Elon Musk, but besides the brains she doesn’t currently have what it takes to get there. She's too emotional, overthinks too much, and is scared of like everyone so she’s definitely going to fail in that world unless she grows some balls.

Has been at Broadripple for a little over a year. She never had aspirations of going to anything other than her town’s public school, but her best friend (Raquel) got sent away there. There were both kind of miserable during the year of separation, so Edwina worked really hard to get her grades up and won an engineering competition for high schoolers so that she could get a scholarship.

Works at the local autoshop so if you ever get your car fixed she’s usually working on it at one point.

Edwina comes from a Catholic family so she’s into the whole religious aspect of the school. She’s not in your face about it, but she’s in sacristan club so you can see her hanging around the chapel sometimes.

She’s also very in the closet. She’s incredibly confused about her sexuality and keeps that shit buried deep that she’s afraid to even mention it in confession.

The whole spooky shit about the school freaks her out. She’s really easy to scare, so if people start talking about any of the weird things happening or the legend of the girl who went crazy, she starts screeching.

Random Facts:

Really loves the Disney Herbie movies, so her dream car is a 1963 Volkswagen Beetle.

The autoshop has typical half naked pictures of women in it and she tries to stay away from that wall when working. Sometimes she catches herself looking and starts sweatin’.

Tries to come up with every excuse under the sun for P.E. class. If her teacher forces her to participate then sometimes you can catch her trying to make herself throw up behind a bush when the class is running around the track.

Only reason she’s in yearbook is because Raquel is there. She’s the worst photographer and isn’t really good at making the pages aesthetically pleasing. Her writing isn’t that strong either, but it’s the best she can do. She's most useful to troubleshoot the computers or cameras when there’s a technical issue.

Says she doesn’t believe in ghosts, but can probably talk about them a little long for someone who claims to be a skeptic.

Has never been kissed. Someone tried to kiss her once at a birthday party, but she got nervous and high-fived them instead.

Her usual reactions to things are this, this, or this

Carries around a rolling backpack and wears her lanyard around her neck like a fucking nerd.

Possible/ Wanted Connections:

FELLOW OUTCASTS: Edwina isn’t picky about who she hangs out with as long as they have a good time together. These are people who share her “outsider” status, but she’s formed a bond with them despite whatever shit they get from other people.

FELLOW SCHOLARSHIP KIDS: Other #brokebitches like her that are very confused by rich kid culture.

ENEMIES: It’s very clear they don’t like each other. They can either be some sort of rivals or they bully her.

VOICE OF REASON: Edwina is always trying to make sure this person doesn’t do anything stupid, but surprise-- they usually do it anyway. TAKEN BY: Mickey Soza

CAR BUDDY: Someone who takes an interest in cars as much as she does or she’s currently helping them with car stuff.

FLIRT: The concept of someone taking a romantic or a sexual interest in her is not something she easily can wrap her head around, so this is someone that flirts with her and she has no clue how to handle it. Either it goes over her head and she doesn’t realize they’re flirting, or they’re pretty direct and her brain is malfunctioning trying to figure out what to say back.

BEARD: Edwina is in the closet, so this would be someone she’d use to figure out her confusion or to just hide the fact that she’s a lesbian. They can either actually like her or they know about her being gay and are in on the whole thing being fake. Edwina would probably work on their car or do their homework as compensation for being her fake bf/ guy she’s fake seeing. TAKEN BY: Jamie Ward

MISUNDERSTANDING: It could be a guy who mistakingly thinks she has a crush on him, but in reality she’s always just staring a girl he’s dating or friends with. OR it could be a girl who thinks she’s staring at her mans and has a crush on him, but really Edwinas staring at her. Their interactions are always super awkward, but funny.

HOMEWORK MULE: Edwina is pretty easy to get you to do what you want or to manipulate (usually she’ll protest a few times, sigh, then agree to whatever it is), so this is someone that gets her to do their work for them time and time again. She either does it because they’re friends, because this person scares the shit out of her, or she thinks they’re cute.

CORRUPT THE CUTIE: Edwina is a virgin and it’s not much of a secret. She’s never even kissed anyone before. This is just anyone trying to bag the innocent girl either for bet or just cause.

I’m always down for any suggestions you throw at me these are just stuff off the top of my head I can think of!

#bahq:intro #†･ﾟ* ❝ christ’s favorite lesbian . — ⸢ CHARACTER ⸥

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I recently made a post saying I'm radfem now. So I thought perhaps I should adress that in a bit more detail. I'll try to not make this post several years long, but it's unavoidably gonna be a big post. This is to give a rough overview of my opinions, for anyone interested in knowing that.

The points I bring up, in the following order: - Patriarchy/oppression of women and girls - Gender/sex - Transgender - Femininity - Sexuality - Female only spaces - Porn industry - Prostitution - BDSM - Reproductive rights and women's rights in general - End notes/wrap up

Patriarchy/oppression of women and girls So I used to be an anti-feminist MRA and thus I didn't believe patriarchy was a thing. It took me a long while and lots of research and observing to see the fault in my ways. Admittedly, I was wrong, and now I know better. Also worth mentioning is the reason I found my way into radfem was because with my detransition I became increasingly gender critical, so if I focus extra on gender/sex opinions that's why.

Gender/sex Women and girls are oppressed in the world because of their sex, and it has nothing to do with "gender identity" and you can't opt out of oppression by transitioning or calling yourself another gender. Gender is a social construct and is just masculinity and femininity, including personality traits that can be called such. Anyone can be masculine or feminine and it doesn't make them the opposite sex or "not real" men/women. Male/female brains is not a thing. You are the sex you were born as. Woman just means adult human female and man just means adult human male.

Transgender Having dysphoria often tells people who have it that them wanting for their bodies to be of the opposite sex is what makes them, on some psychological level, of that sex. Conforming to the gender roles of the opposite sex often alleviates dysphoria cause it helps with passing, but few trans people think that the gender roles is what makes them men/women. It's just a tool to deal with dysphoria. Trans people should absolutely get the medical treatments available for their dysphoria for those who want that. Out of politeness and caring about their dysphoria, I usually refer to trans men as men and use he/him pronouns, etc, and vice versa for trans women. And on occasion I use the word "cis" to refer to people who are not trans but I don't agree with the term. I only ever use it for simplicity and in its simple meaning "not transgender" but I try to avoid it.

Femininity My stance on this might differ from other radfems but what I do definitely agree on here is that it should NOT be forced upon women/girls in society like it clearly is. I appall that and it should not happen. I also see there are lots of harmful stuff about modern femininity that also should be scrutinised. However, I think that femininity at its core can be good if you just know what you're doing, and I think especially femme lesbians seem to have a pretty good grip on that, not just myself. I think very critically about it and do encourage others to do too. I want to eradicate the forcing of femininity and its harmful aspects - but not the femininity itself. And that's actually NOT because I love being femme: it's because I was coerced to be masculine as a child, and that not only harmed me, but also made me realise and understand that femininity is a genuine and essential form of expression for my artistic mind. So, I think I do have pretty good reasons for having the views that I have on that point.

Sexuality Sexual attraction/orientation is sex-based not gender-based. Lesbians are not attracted to males/penis and gay men are not attracted to females/vagina. It's important that definition does not get changed by the trans movement and anyone thinking it's "no big deal" or think that it should be changed is a homophobe. Any male trying to force dick upon lesbians is a horribly gross lesbophobe and no it doesn't make it any better if it's a trans woman. It's very much like just another form of conversion therapy and should not be tolerated. I'm a lesbian, so it matters to me a lot. And on that point I also stand in solidarity with gay men who get to face the same crap from females/trans men. However, I'm half-okay with trans women just calling themselves lesbians as long as they can behave themselves and know they're not actual homosexual females, and vice versa for male-attracted trans men calling themselves gay. Again only because of their dysphoria, and only if they're not acting like homophobes. I'm however NOT okay with trans women invading lesbian spaces, but I'll get back to that point in a bit.

Also I'm really strongly against trans people not disclosing being trans to sex partners. Doesn't matter if they're pre- or post-op or how well they're passing. Trans feeling DON'T get to override "cis" feelings. That might not be a super specific radfem point but I notice transmeds vehemently disagree with me on that point, and it just comes across as very entitled, so yeah.

Female only spaces Are and should be for biological females only. Although I'm slightly lenient on trans women using women's bathrooms because in my own country it doesn't seem to be an issue of men abusing that loophole, but I'm NOT fine with any males using women's locker rooms, abuse victims' support groups, abuse shelters, lesbian spaces, etc. Women need our own spaces away from the male oppressors. And as a survivor or sexual assault and rape who's kinda scared of men, I do very much understand that need. Even though I look too ambiguous due to my ftm transition to get any sort of access to women only spaces, aside from bathrooms, apparently. That's my own fault though, isn't it?

Porn industry Absolutely disgusting, what the hell is going on there?! Kind of. Women and girls are being badly hurt there and it needs to stop. I don't care if that means no one ever gets to ever have porn to watch, people's safety is more important than other people just wanting something sexy to watch. Men's violence on women (in general) is being perpetuated by porn teaching them that women are objects and only there for men's sexual pleasure. And I'm pretty sure it even exacerbated my own internalised misogyny in the past when I was watching a lot of porn and searched for the worst of it. I no longer want to support the porn industry in any way. I made the decision, few weeks ago, to stop watching porn completely and so far so good, although I was close to giving into it a few days ago but didn't. I've got this.

Prostitution I used to want to become a prostitute, actually. Before I came to my senses on that point and realised it was just my traumas speaking for me again. I no longer want that at all, and it makes me feel sick to just think of it. But I read up on it a lot back then. I understand that the entire "sex industry" is directly harmful to the women in it and indirectly harmful to women not in it. I'm all for doing whatever we can to stop it. However, since I read up on it in the past, I'm kinda skeptical that the Nordic Model would be a good solution. It has a lot of issues. As I'm living in a country that has that model implemented (Sweden) and I know that there is a lot of hidden trafficking going on here that cannot be spotted or caught due to the faults of the Nordic Model. According to my own (possibly flawed) research the Australian Model seems to be better at both catching trafficking and making prostitution in general less dangerous for those involved, but by no means is that a perfect model either. I need to learn more about this perhaps, but at the end of the day I'm 100% against any form of prostitution existing.

BDSM I used to be into bdsm and didn't want to see that it's harmful, and basically just a "socially accepted" form of abuse. I used to be into "rapeplay" and a lot of humiliating kinks as the submissive because it let me "repeat" my past traumas. Along with my realisation that I'm a lesbian, I also finally understood the true depth of my traumas and no longer want to engage in anything bdsm or kinks. That has no place in my life anymore. It just kept damaging me more when I needed to heal. That made me understand that there's still abuse involved in bdsm even though it's "consensual" cause how can you make an informed consent to something you don't understand is gonna harm you?

Reproductive rights and women's rights in general I guess this covers the whole "bodily autonomy" thing and I include anything from being able to get birth control and abortions to stopping fgm and child marriages, and much more, in this category. I dunno really what to say here other than of course women and young girls being treated as cattle, abused, mutilated, raped, forced to give birth, forced to marry, etc are very important issues that need to be fixed and that asap. I'd even say such things matter the most to me when it comes to women's rights: having the right to one's own body from the moment that any female human is born. But also, reading up on those really heavy topics gets to me so bad I can't manage it. I get really bad panic attacks and just start sobbing uncontrollably. So for the sake of my own mental health, that's why I don't reblog much of that. But please believe me that is still very important stuff to highlight, talk about and get to the bottom of.

End notes/wrap up All of this and more really stems from the systematic oppression that women are constantly kept under, and I see that "red thread" connecting all these issues to that root. We need to get to the core of those problems (and many more that I didn't bring up here) which is men in general oppressing women in general. So that got me back to where I started, patriarchy. That's a nice wrap up, I think. I tried hard to not make this into a gigantic post, so that's why I left out a lot of details, explanations, my own personal experiences that led me to my opinions, etc. And yes, it's absolutely fine to ask me about my opinions on any of these things, and call me out (preferably with an explanation) if you think it's horse shit and I'll look into it.

#personal #my radfem views #i know its not super comprehensive but i aint got all night #still new to this #and still learning #im a get shit for my views on trans i think but im too fucked up to care anymore

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LGBT Community

First and foremost, being gay is not a choice. Just in the same way that heterosexuals like the opposite gender, it is not because they were raised to be straight, it is just the way their brain is programmed. Sexual orientation can be defined, by the LGBT Communication Manual as, “each person’s capacity for profound emotional, affectional and sexual attraction to, and intimate and sexual relations with, individuals or a different sex/gender/ or the same sex/gender or more than one sex/gender” (LGBT Communication Manual). With each person’s preference to sex/gender, there comes a title so that within their community they can distinguish each other and know what each person prefers. For example, they use terms like bisexual, gay, lesbian, heterosexual, pansexual, transgender, intersexual, t-lover, and drag king or queen to name a few.

The LGBT community wasn’t always accepted for who they were, and it took much courage to come out into the nonaccepting time of the 50’s post-war. This is thanks to a man named Harry Hay because he found the first gay rights organization, that he called the Mattachine Society. Its founders, to the surprise of many, were former communists and radicals. Their goal with creating this group was not only to change the way that people looked at gay men and what they stood for but for men to start being comfortable in their skins. In a matter of three years, the Mattachine Society had grown to the point that you could attend a meeting every day for the rest of your life if that is what you desired to do, claimed Dorr Legg. At this point, the Gay community was peaking and not stopping with tens of thousands of people joining in the Los Angeles area. (Roscoe, accessed 20 October 2018).

Not too much after the Mattachine Society was created, the Daughters of Bilitis was formed. A lesbian group based in San Francisco, the founders Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon, were the first same-sex couple to be married after the legalization of same-sex marriage was passed. Initially, this group was created so that lesbians could meet other lesbians so that they could start socializing and dancing at the clubs together. Eventually, this secret club at the time had realized that many laws were “anti-gay” and instead of partying and having a good time, they needed to start making a change in society for the well being of their futures. Soon after this realization, they began to focus more on educating the public about lesbians, they started to participate in research about lesbians and started to repealing anti-LGBT laws. (Anti-Defamation League, 2011)

Coming out in the 1950s was a very bold act considering that the United States government targeted the LGBT members because politicians strongly and wrongly believed that homosexuals were infiltrating the U.S. poses a threat to national security. The leaders of the U.S. in this time believed that those who were declaring themselves as homosexuals were both weak and mentally ill, and this posed a threat because the U.S. was sure that anyone in these conditions would reveal state secrets to undercover spies if they were blackmailed. Because of the government creating this illusion to citizens, the “Lavender Scare” was created. A time where LGBT members were fired on a daily bases and were forced to go through police raids at gay bars, parties, and places that weren’t even morally okay… their homes. It was a hard time for those who were coming out in this era because laws started being made that would prohibit wearing the clothes of the opposite gender and dancing with someone of the same sex. As a result of all these laws and unfair judgment, many members of the LGBT community went into hiding. (Anti-Defamation League, 2011)

Coming out can be defined but the LGBT communications manual as “a process of self-acceptance which may take an entire lifetime. A person builds their identity as a lesbian, gay man, bisexual, or transgender person, at first keeping it to themselves. Later they may or may not reveal it to other people” (LGBT Communication Manual). In modern day today, coming out is not as hard as it used to be 60 years ago, but it is still and always will be a big deal. Coming out isn’t just about telling people what sex you are interested in, but about finally getting to show your loved ones whom you are and hoping that there is still a way that they will accept you for who you are. Depending on where these people live is and what goes on in their household depends on if their family and friends would accept them for who they are. For my mother coming out was not an easy thing to do. Her father and mother thought she was utterly disgusting and to this day don’t accept her. When she came out to her brother and sister they were not accepting at first, but in my family, there is one thing that will always be important, and that is you only have one family it can grow, but it will never change. Over time, both of them came to accept her and love her just for who she is. My second mom, Lu, has passed onto another life, but if it wasn’t for her I know that my mom wouldn’t have been strong enough to come out on her own to our family, and for that, I will be forever grateful. For two people my age, I have come to find out they don’t have coming out stories because they always knew and acted on being just who they were, which has to be the most beautiful change I have seen throughout society.

A big factor that has played a role in many people coming out is what religion they are. Almost all religions have an accepting or nonaccepting truth to it considering the LGBT community. The Christian faith does not approve of homosexuality but preaches that we must love and accept everyone. Which is why over time the Christian community has some who support the LGBT community and some who do not. Judaism sees the LGBT community as not natural and does not accept it, although there are Jewish LGBT groups. (LGBT Communication Manual)

Although many people in today's society accept those who are a part of the LGBT community, there are still those times where people who don’t accept these people start to harras these members, which does have its title and definition: Homophobia. This is described as the fear and irrational hatred towards homosexuals. Homophobia can be seen almost anywhere but is slowly dissipating as time goes on. Familiar places we can see this kind of hate is in areas of extreme religion, the workplace, and school.

In Bogota, Colombia nineteen people were interviewed as being a part of the Colombian LGBT community wanting to know their stories and what it is like for them living where they do. For Carmen, a 46-year-old transgender woman, her upbringing into this community was an extremely rough case. Before completing the gender reassignment process, Carmen had finished her military service, and here sadly she was taken advantage of because of rumors going around that she (he at the time) liked other men. Even though he had said no to this sergeant, he started touching her and forcing himself onto her and speaking to her “Lie down, I am going to be good to you.” After this experience, Carmen had started to have consensual relationships with other men in the army. As Carmen did eventually leave the military, she moved around and became successful again (Zea, Reisen, Biachi, 2013). However, moments like these are what people think is okay, to be able to experimental and force another person to try something that they do not want. This is a clear and horrific example of harassment that has happened, there are many other stories like these and to fix this we need to fight against it and bring attention to what is happening.

Furthermore, completing the process of a transgender person is not an easy process. There are multiple steps to getting to where they want to be, starting with the said person needing an official confirmation from a qualified mental health professional that they suffer from “gender dysphoria,” which refers to the distress that comes the wrong fit of expressed gender and one’s assigned gender. Next, they must undergo twelve months of feminizing or masculinizing hormone therapy, administering more testosterone or estrogens into the body to have the body change more into the desired one. Following, those undergoing this process must go through a most important part of their transition, the “real life” experience. Here they must see the importance of coming out to partners, friends, community members, and family here they must also see all the challenges that are going to be up ahead of changing their sex, such as family, educational, vocational, economic, and legal problems that they will be facing every day. The final step in this years-long process is finally the surgery. For male-to-female they must undergo breast augmentation, facial feminization surgery liposuction, gluteal augmentation, reduction of Adam’s apple, hair reconstruction, penis and testicle removal, and creation of neovagina and clitoris. For female-to-male, they undergo removal of breasts, create of a male chest, liposuction, voice surgery, removal of the uterus, fallopian tubes, ovaries, vagina, and the construction of a penis and scrotum, and finally the implantation of erection and testicular prosthesis. (Bracanovic, 2017)

As you can see it is not easy to get to the end for the transgender community, and once it is all done, things can get harder. For the LGBT faculty in S&E fields, they claimed they felt that “gayness” was invisible and that everyone was just assumed to be hetero. This is assumed because in the Science and Engineering community it is all that what should matter seeing that everyone would fit the “norm” of being hetero. However, this has caused problems for those who have come out in this community, some peers even coming to the point of saying “I think she’s lesbian; I’d never trust her date.” This is a precise moment of work hostility. Those who are part of the LGBT and S&E community have been faced with many difficulties of how their peers feel around them. Some even reported that they knew of peers who were even uncomfortable and anxious to be in the same room as them. These conflicts have created many consequences for them in and outside the work climates. Internally the participants in this research reported that there is a fearfulness with being a part of the LGBT community because those who are not gay have become rude and not approving of them and their work. This created an environment that pushes members to not come out because of being afraid that their action will not be taken seriously. Externally, participants made it clear that they have not gotten jobs because someone had outed them before them receiving the position. Other participants even claimed that have tried to ruin their research and collaboration with others by outing them. (Bilimoria, 2009)

To continue the discussion of harassment that transgenders must face, it is commonly known among Portland, Oregon that public transportation is not a safe place for them. Public transportation is offered throughout the city, for all and is protected under Title VI of the Civil Rights Act, that prohibits discrimination on race, color, and national origin. What it doesn’t protect yet is the discrimination of the LGBT community. Several participants in the social science literature on gender, public space, and urban mobility, had told of many stories of being not being harassed anymore on these public transportation sites. Even a white transgender man (most unlikely to receive hate because of white privilege) could say that he experienced hostility almost on a daily basis when he was a female. This goes to show that until someone looks more “correct” with societies norms that there will always be a hostility accountable for. (Lubitow, 2017)

Thanks to the Pew Research Center, we can come to see that there has been an 18% increase from the decade before in the acceptance of the gay community. There has also been a 19% increase in acceptance for the lesbian community (Drake,2014). Eventually, this won’t even be a number or a thought that will cross the mind, but how can we help to ensure that the LGBT community is more accepted quicker? A few suggestions would be to speak out against any bullying you could see going on towards an LGBT member, being accepting of those around you who come out to you, and most importantly be nice. Being a part of the LGBT community is not an easy thing but with the help of everyone we can change the way people view them and accept them.

Among those who are apart of the LGBT community, there are many ways that they are able to communicate with each other in today's modern age. Like most communities, the LGBT community has a strong online form of communication. By online communication, they communicate when events are, have hotlines, and so they can express who they are. They also have holidays that mean the utmost to many members of the LGBT community. Such as LGBTQ Pride (June), International Drag Day (July 16th), National Coming Out Day (October 11th), etc. Another form of communication that can be seen throughout the LGBT community is the LGBT rainbow flag. For the LGBT community, this is an unspoken form of communication that stands for being apart of this community. Usually, those who are apart of the community have found some type of way to incorporate the flag into a part of their social media or what they wear on a daily basis.

Although with all the hate and unnecessary hostility there are great and wondrous things that come with being a part of the LGBT community. This is also known as, PRIDE! The LGBT Pride march is a celebration of the LGBT community as a whole. If you don’t know what pride is, it is a giant festival where people from all over come an celebrate what it is to be a part of the community. Coming to these events, you can expect a gay version of the Macy’s day parade. There will be people dressed in fantastic costumes, dancing, singing, rejoicing, and have a phenomenal time. The point of gathering in these festivities is different for everyone, but it can be a place where the LGBT community can stand up to the political troubles they are going through as a whole. What is most important to understand when attending one of these events is that everyone will be accepted no matter what because it is supposed to place respect and mutual understanding. As well with visiting one of these events, it is critical to know that there will always be those who are going to protest but they are not the point. What is most important to understand and take away is that no matter what your choice is and what you decide to do with it you can love anyone you would like to because LOVE IS LOVE

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A Christmas to Remember

Frank and Olivia had a wonderful marriage. It was so great Olivia decided to share it with Roberto, Sal, and Ox. She wanted dick all the time, and Frank was no match for her sexual needs. So she got what she needed from three men and her husband. Frank was totally unaware of her trysts. Olivia, a raven haired, buxom temptress, had dark brown eyes, dark brown nipples, that seemingly protruded through bras, shirts, even sweaters! She wore yoga pants so tight, you could read her lips, her labia lips, as she did not wear underwear! Men's eyes, and quite a few women's eyes followed her ass like it was magnetic. Her bubble butt, and her very big bust meant she would never ever sleep alone. She was so fine. Frank's job as a Federal Information Technologist sounded better than the reality. He fixed computers for the government, mostly for the FBI and the NSA. He had multiple security clearances, but most of his job was getting rid of porn based viruses, adware and malware. Day in, and day out, people abused the government issued laptops and desktops without remorse! He had to clean it all out. There was a power failure, with no work to do, so he bought some flowers to surprise his lovely wife. He walked in, there she was on top of Ox, a very large black man, she was on all fours, Roberto the Hispanic maintenance guy was in her asshole, and she was being face fucked by Sal, the guy from upstairs. All three guys were married. He got out his phone, this video was going to be needed for his upcoming divorce. The foursome was totally unaware he was even there. He walked around getting better views of his soon to be ex wife's face. He was upset of course, but he was a very methodical man. Pain would come later. So it was a bit of a shock to find his wife fucking three men in their apartment. Frank lost his cool demeanour, told them they had until he loaded the Glock, and then he would use them all as targets. They were all assholes and elbows, getting clothes, and getting out. His beautiful cheating wife was now crying, begging forgiveness, it would never happen again. Of that he was certain, she would be someone else's problem, not his. "Take your worthless scum sucking ass out of here. Get your clothes and leave!" "Where am I supposed to go?" she whined. "Go stay with one of your boyfriends! Oh, wait. Their wives might not take kindly to a slut showing up. Especially one that just fucked her husband. Better go home to mom's house then." "It's ten degrees outside! I'll freeze outside! Please don't throw me out! I'll make it up to you somehow." "Poor planning on your part dosn't constitute an emergency on mine. Get out of here NOW. I can't stand to look at your cheating face. You have pissed me off for the last time. You obviously don't love me. So, get the fuck out. I'll file on Monday, we will be divorced in a couple of months. Get going, you piece of shit!" She whimpered, grabbed a few things and threw them in a carry on bag and out the door she went. He thought, good riddance. But even in the midst of his tirade, he knew she would try to wiggle her way back into his good graces. This time was over the top. She was fucking THREE GUYS for crying out loud! She had been caught before, and promised before, several times. He sent a copy of her coupling to her mom Pamela. Her dad had passed two years ago. Three months ago, her mother Pamela had entered the bathroom while he was peeing and calmly began to clutch and stroke his dick. He was kinda shocked, then turned on, as his mother in law was even more voluptuous than the skank he just threw out. She was on her knees in a heartbeat, sucking his still wet dick for all she was worth. He came in her mouth very quickly, she swallowed it down. She said, "Thank you so much, its been so long since I tasted cum. Thank you, Thank you!" She totally washed his cock in her mouth. She was trying to remove her dress, when he heard his wife on the other side of the door. He kissed his mother in law and said, "Thank You Pam! and walked out. The apple dosen't fall far from tree. The tiny Christmas tree had twinkling lights seemed to be trying to cheer poor Frank up. He was weeping, feeling totally inadequate as far as the female of the species was concerned. He didn't quite understand it. He took good care of her. He made love to her three or four times a week. He always had her come before him. Sometimes he would eat her out for an hour till she got off again and again. Was it his size? He wondered. He was blessed or cursed to have a fairly large penis, very thick and pretty long. She had never complained about it in the seven years they had been together, six as a married couple. Even when she had been caught cheating, she never even mentioned his equipment. He had a theory: She was a slut. In the absence of other evidence, it seemed the most likely theory. She really liked dicks. He thought about her mom. Like mom, like daughter? He would invite her mom over and fuck the shit out of her, and do it in front of the cheating bitch! Evil fantasy #3! The wind was whistling in the front windows. It was cold, even with the heat cranked up. He heard a knock at the door. He opened it to a pair of smurfs. Two women who lived next door were on his doorstep. They were freezing. They really did look almost blue though. Sharon, a buxom blonde lesbian, said,"Wwwwee hhhhaaattte tutto bbboother yyyooou. Ooourrr hhheeat iiiss oouuttt, can wwwee wwwarrm pull hherre fffoorrr a mmmiinnutte ppplleeassse?" He ushered them in. They had on winter coats, and blankets. "Come on in here. For crying out loud, it's Christmas! How about some hot chocolate? Have you two eaten? Ill whip something up for you sit down, get warm." He rubbed their shoulders, Sharon and Liz both.They felt so cold. He got hot chocolate for each of them and made some Chinese vegetables and sauteed chicken pieces. He served it hot. They acted like it was their first food in week! "Frank, you are the nicest guy we know. If I was interested in men, you would be on my list! Except of course that you're married." "Not anymore. I caught her again, this time with three guys at the same time! I gave her the boot. Sent her to her mom's house. I'm filing for divorce on Monday. That is it. I'm done!" He was very close to tears. "Frank, why aren't you eating too? We didn't just eat your dinner did we?" Sharon asked. Some color was back in her cheeks. She was very attractive with full red lips, high cheekbones and wonderful eyes, not to mention her curvy, heavenly body. "It's ok, my guests always come before I do," he said. Liz hugged him. She wasn't quite as buxom, but she was very ravishing nonetheless. She had jet black hair, and flawless olive toned skin. She had hypnotic green eyes that sparkled in the light. Her breasts while not the football size of her partner were still at least a D cup. She had big, thick nipples, that currently were hard as diamonds. They poked through her bra and her knit shirt! "Frank, thank you so much for taking us into your home. If there is ever anything we can do to help you, just name it. I think your wife was very stupid, cheating on a wonderful man like you. I mean, I'm not interested in men. But if I was, you would be high on my list. Why on earth? What got into her?" Liz opined. "Oh I saw with my own eyes what got into her. Thing is, their equipment didn't look any better than mine. I wish you guys could tell me what's wrong with me. I feel completely emasculated by this whole thing. I wasn't enough for her." Sharon keeled down in front of frank and quick as a wink, had his zipper down and his dick out. She was examining it closely. It throbbed in her fingers. "I've only ever seen three cocks up close before, my dad's, my brother's and my only boyfriend's. This one looks way different." "What's the matter with it?" "It's HUGE. Its at least twice as big as the cocks I've seen. I think its nice, but a little scary." "Why scary?" Frank asked. "Men turn into animals when they get excited. You could rape and pillage me with this thing. Ohmygod its getting BIGGER! And harder too!" Frank laughed. "First off, you are watching way too much porn. I'd say 80 to 90 percent of porn is male fantasy; not reality. When you make love, it's all about the other person, not raping and pillaging. I'm not even sure what that is. Are you trying to make me cum?" "May I please suck it? It ... It's like magnetic. I want to put it in my mouth. Please? I don't get to see any dicks being a dyke." "Why would you call yourself that? Isn't that a nasty term. And sure, you can put it in your mouth, don't chew on it, just suck it gently. I am actually close to cumming, so you probably don't want it in your mouth when I cum." "I want to look! I've never held a big dick like this. C'mon. Gimme" Liz seemed excited. She took over stroking, but Sharon still had her hand on the bottom of Frank's dick." "I'm gonna cum!"Frank said. Sharon put the head into her mouth, but you could see the ropes of cum shooting into her mouth. Liz watched in fascinated wonder. "Sharon, don't swallow the jism. I want to taste it!" Liz was adventurous today. Sharon kissed her and they traded his semen. It was so incredibly hot he was hard again in no time. "Holy shit, your hard already!" "It sorta has a mind of it's own." Liz said, "Kinda salty and tangy, but not as bad as I thought. I like it." Sharon looked at Liz. "I want to fuck him. Please?" "NO... Not unless he can fuck us BOTH! I have never had a dick either. It's only fair! "Can you fuck both of us? Can we both cum? TOGETHER?" "Sometimes, it's very tough to get the timing so that two people cum at the same time. But I can fuck you two together!" "What about birth control? You want me to get some condoms?" he asked "We're both on the pill, but for different reasons, but we're good. You could cum in my mouth again. I liked it" Sharon smacked her lips." "First man we share, and you want to eat all the cum. You cum glutton! Gotta share. I get the next load!" Liz did seem to like cum. "How do we start?" "Let's go in the bedroom and get naked and I'll show you." They weren't there two seconds and Liz was bareass naked. Sharon let Frank take off her things slowly, one button at a time. Liz was having none of that. She had the head of Frank's dick in her mouth. She bobbed her head. Frank had Sharon stand up. He started to tongue her cleft. He licked from her asshole to her landing strip. Liz was shaved bare. Her vulva was completely drenched. "Frank I know you're big on long foreplay, but I'm ready to get laid. Can I just jump on your dick PLEASE?!" "If this is your first time, there might some pain involved. Are you ready? If it hurts too much, just tell me" She guided his dick to her labia. She was very wet. Two seconds later, Liz was no longer a virgin. "Oh this feels nice. I've never been so... full. She started to rocking and pumping. In a few minutes as Frank was concentrating on Sharon's pussy, Liz had a big orgasm. She wailed long and loud. It was so delicious and fun! She didn't want to get off Frank's dick. "Who's being the cock glutton now?" Jibed Sharon. The girls switched ends. Frank was having a great time. Sharon was trying to get his big dick in her. She was having problems. So frank switched positions so he could better penetrate her. They were in a sorta missionary position, with her legs held up on his shoulders, high up. He said, "Are you ready?" She nodded and Frank pushed inside her. She screamed, frank was so concerned he stopped. "Don't you dare stop! I just had a wonderful orgasm. My first with a man, ever! Oh frank you are so fuckin good. I know we're just a couple of crazy dykes, but you have made me feel so special. Oh my God I'm gonna... COME AGAIN! UHH! UGH OH FUCK YES. BANG ME FRANK! OOOHHHH FUCK ME GOOD! AAEEEIIIAAHH! WOW!" Frank came as she did. Liz was watching closely, she saw her partner squirt her womanly juices all over the place. "Frank, can you make me squirt too?" "Honey, not all women squirt. Some do, some don't. Not every time either! We'll just have to keep fuckin you until it happens! Practice makes perfect." They all smiled. The bedroom was bathed in the flickering light from the fake electric fireplace. All three laid back in bed. Frank in the middle Sharon on his left, head on his shoulder, Liz on his right, head on his chest. Both girls had a hand on his dick, but he was big enough for that. There was a knock on the front door, then the door opened and closed. Dread was upon Frank as he imagined the fight he was about to have. "Frank, where are you?"a woman's voice, he thought it must be his wife. "There you are Frank, why don't you answer your phone. Why do you have the lesbians in bed with you? Hi Sharon, Hi Liz." It was Pamela, his voluptuous mother in law. "Hello Pamela," he said, "The girls are here because their apartment is like the artic. But while they were here, they took it upon themselves to help me with my depression. They tried to fuck the memory of Olivia out of me. What brings you here, my sexy mother in law?" "I came here to fuck you." "What?" "You heard me. I came here to fuck the shit out of you. A very Merry Christmas fuck. I've wanted you for so long. Every time my dumb slut daughter gets caught cheating, I think, I'll get to be with him this time. I'll finally confess my feelings for him. But every time, like clockwork, she wiggled and worms her way back into your heart. How many times has my daughter fucked someone behind your back? So I'm on a timetable. I figure I have three days before the big softheart takes her back. I'm going to try to convince him otherwise." "Yeah, I'm just an asshole I guess. I keep hoping she will change, this will be the last time she does this. I guess she will NEVER change. I feel so defeated. She dosen't really love me like she should. Or she lets her pussy do the thinking for her. Either way it sucks to be me. Why are you here now though. You really want to fuck me?" "Men are so fuckin dense." She took off her coat, she was naked underneath. She had huge tits, at least 48 DDD or EE. Her nipples were hard as rock and big as Frank's little finger, at least an inch long, and thick. Her areolas were a good four inches wide and puffy from excitement. Her labia was clean shaved and dripping, she was raring to go. She ripped the blanket from them and jumped up on Frank's legs. "Sorry girls, I'm determined to fuck this wonderful man. He makes me so hot just from him looking at me! Frank PLEASE! Take pity on this old broad. Give it to me, I beg of you!" She climbed up over his now very hard dick, and she aimed it for her cunt. She couldn't get it all in at once, but little by little as she stroked and pushed, she stretched out her vaginal walls to accommodate his manhood. For his part, he was twisting and tweaking her nipples as she purred. "Ohmygod Frank, you feel so much better than my fantasy. I've wanted you for seven years. Seven long, fuckin years! You feel wonderful in my snatch, Ohmygod here it comes, I'm... I'm... Gonna COME HARD, really HARD! Yes, Yes, Fuck YES, I'm coming! I'm COMING! Frank I love you. Uhh. Ugh. Uhhhh. Oh aahhh!" She GUSHED, not squirted. She exploded into multiple orgasms. It was the single best sex she had ever had. She collapsed on Frank's chest. The four of them spooned all night, with Frank's front being the sought after real estate. He did get some sleep. But the girls were all over him. He had to admit, they made him feel a lot better. Christmas morning, they were around the tree. He gave the presents he was going to give his wife, well now, forget it. He gave his mother in law a corselet in black leather and lace, and it fit her well. He gave Liz a quarter cup bra, and matching silk panties in white. Sharon got the black brocade one piece, with the trap door bottom. It fit ok. There was a knock on the door. Frank did not dread it this time as he had his shock troops. The key turned in the lock, and there stood his stunning shapely sister in law Beverley. She had just turned twenty. She walked in, in her winter coat and said, "Frank I heard what my stupid ass sister did. Three guys?! How could she do that to you. I'm here because I have a confession to make." She took off her coat and she was naked. Frank sighed, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. This would definitely be a Christmas to remember.

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malepossession · 6 years

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Wishes can be tricky

Oh my gosh, I just couldn’t believe how hot James was. He was a year older than me and I saw him all the time at school. I really wanted to tell him how I felt but I was too shy and in school, if you date someone a year older or younger than you, your considered really strange and weird.

My name is Sara and I’m a 15 year old high school girl. In case you hadn’t already figured it out, I had a huge crush on a boy named James who was a year above me. I thought that if only I looked prettier then he’d notice me.

One night, I went up to the attic in search of my Mom’s old wedding dress. You see, my older sister is getting married soon and my Mom wanted her to wear her old wedding dress. As I was rumaging through the boxes, something caught my eye. A little golden lamp. It almost looked like a genie lamp. As I looked closer, it almost seemed as if it were glowing. I felt so intrigued by it that I crawled over and picked it up. The lamp looked so shiny and ornate. “Why would my Mum and Dad keep something so beautiful up here?” I thought to myself. Eventually I decided to take the lamp back down with me after I’d found the dress.

Once I found the dress, I called my Mum and passed it down from the attic to her. Then I grabbed the lamp and came down from the attic myself. Once I was down, I asked my mum why she would keep such a pretty lamp in the attic. However, when she turned and looked at it, she said that she’d never seen it in her life. So I obviously then asked her if I could keep and she surprisingly said yes.

Immediately I went to my room and placed it at the corner of my desk. I still don’t know how Mum never saw it. It’s just so…gorgeous. The whole night I couldn’t help but look up from whatever I was doing to just stare at the lamp for a few seconds before going back to whatever I was doing again.

Soon it started to get late and I was getting tired. I looked at the lamp once more as I thought of something funny. I went and picked up the lamp and said jokingly “oh Genie of the lamp, come forth and grant my wish”. I started giggling as I thought of taking a video of me doing it again so I could send it to my friends.

But then, Suddenly, as I put the lamp back on my desk, it began to glow brighter as smoke emerged from it. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The smoke started to form the shape of a body. It wasn’t long before it had formed the upper half of a man with green skin and odd clothes while his bottom half remained as smoke. He looked just like your stereotypical genie.

I was about the scream as loud as I could but the genie quickly put one of his rather large hands over my mouth. He explained to me that he was only here to grant a wish and not to harm me in any way.

He slowly took his hand away from my mouth as I stared him in disbelief. It shouldn’t have been possible. Magic shouldn’t be real and yet there was a real life Genie floating before me. I was just trying to process this as my mind made up excuses to explain it like “it’s an hallucination”, “I must be having a dream” and “I must have been drugged”.

The Genie could probably sense that I was in a bit of shock so he said to me “I can see that your quite taken back by my presence but I assure you, I’m very real and I shall grant you but one wish”. I looked up and thought that if this wasn’t real then whatever I did or said wouldn’t change anything so it wouldn’t matter and if this is real then I’d get whatever I wished for so it was really a win-win situation for me.

I calmed my breathing as I began to start thinking of wishes but before long, I had come up with the perfect wish that would get me what I’ve always wanted. James.

“I wish to look more attractive to James Netridge”

“Since I’m unable to force feelings closely related to love on a person, the only way to fulfill wish is to put you in another body so that this James will find more attractive naturally” the Genie replied

I eagerly agreed to this. The Genie did however ask me again if this was definitely what I wanted and of course I said “yes”. The Genie sighed as he clicked his finger and as he did I fell to the ground, unconscious.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in an unfamiliar bed feeling rather different. I quickly realised that the room I was in wasn’t my own but that was far from the biggest surprise.

Slowly I sat up and when I did, I screamed at the top of my lungs but it came out in a very deep, masculine voice. I looked down at myself to realise that I was no longer a woman. I was a man.

My eyes scanned over my new body as my mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening. I was so large and much more muscular but what surprised me the most was all the hair. My arms were hairy, my legs were hairy, my chest was hairy. My whole body was covered in hair.

I looked to the left to see what looked to be a bathroom so I got up and walked over to it. As I expected, I was greeted by the face of a man but not just any man. Simon Daniels, a maths teacher at my school.

Immediately I used one of my much larger hands to stroke my beard. It felt so incredible not only because it was a new experience but because it was an experience I never expected to have. I got the same feeling when I rubbed through my chest hair.

Then I was drawn to what all my new body hair was covering. The muscle. It was an honest surprise. You wouldn’t expect a maths teacher to be packing on so much muscle. My arms were so strong and defined while my legs seemed like huge trunks supporting my impressive torso consisting of large pecs and pretty nice abbs.

Then it dawned on me. If I was now a man then that meant…

My hand slowly slid down my hairy torso. From my chest down my stomach and finally to my crotch. I squeezed the slight bulge and felt Mr Daniels…penis. I was not ready for this.

I let go of my bulge as I then realised what being in this body meant. It meant that James was gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It’s just that if I knew, I would have never wished for this. Changing gender just like that is by far the strangest and most bizarre feeling I’ve ever felt.

Then I realised something else. When I thought of James, I didn’t think of a handsome sixteen year old boy that I wanted to date. Instead I just thought of him as a just a regular high school student, no different from the rest. Infact, literally any guy that seemed hot in any way before now…didn’t. But then when I thought of some beautiful women models I’d seen before, it started to turn me on. It kinda made me feel like a lesbian but really I was just a straight guy now.

I soon realised that me being aroused was much more visible due to the growing erection in my boxers. When I looked down and saw it, I felt so conflicted. I wanted to relieve myself since for some reason I was getting really horny but at the same time, I didn’t even want to further acknowledge the fact that I now had a dick swinging between my legs.

For the time being, my will to not masterbate prevailed but now I had to figure out what to do in the sense of my new life. Mr Daniels was a maths teacher and luckily I’m quite good at maths but I didn’t know whether it’d be enough. On the other hand, I also had to act just like him and once again I was quite lucky as I had him teach me three times a week and that may help me with my appearance at school as a teacher but what about when I’m home and talking to his relatives.

A wave of panic was blowing over me as I had absolutely no idea as to how I was going to make my new life work. For now I thought that the best thing to do was to just take a deep breath and take things one step at a time. I looked over at the bedside clock and it said 7:38am. I knew that I was supposed to get into school by 8:00am so that everything would be ready by the time the students arrive at 9:00am. But then I noticed…how did I know that? I grinned widely as I realised that I could be slowly gaining Simon’s memories.

Anyway, the rest of the day went pretty well but I’m not going to give you a really detailed story on it so I’ll keep this part quite brief. After getting dressed in one of Simon’s pretty good looking suits, I left the house and drove to the school in his car (Also it felt great suddenly knowing how to drive). I arrived a little late but I managed to get everything set up in time for my lessons. When 9:00 rolled around, my classroom had filled up with students for form. Form was quite easy. I marked all the students down on the register and then did a quiz with the class for the short 15 minutes of form before sending them all to their first lessons. My first lesson of teaching math to a group of year 10’s/10th graders was a bit weird to say the least. Even while slowly gaining Simon’s memories, I still got a few stares from the odd slip up but once second lesson came around, I started to get the hang of teaching. The rest of the school day went quite smoothly. I did however try to avoid personal conversation with any of the staff as I hadn’t gained to many of Simon’s personal memories yet but hopefully they’ll come soon. It wasn’t long before the school day ended and I was free to go home. Also I gotta say, I wish I’d appreciated the amount of effort teachers put in a bit more before all this. I mean, dealing with all those high schoolers today was a nightmare.

So now I just arrived back home again, alone. You know it was really surprising to find that Simon lived all on his own. He was a pretty good looking guy so I couldn’t see how he wasn’t in at relationship by this point. Hopefully I can fix that a little further down the line but for now there’s something I should’ve taken care of this morning.

As I gained more memories, my personality developed so that now I oddly feel much more comfortable with being a guy so now there’s nothing stoping me from jacking off my dick.

I rubbed my cock through the fabric of my pants as the bulge began to grow. I let go for a second as I ran upstairs to my bedroom. The moment I got there, I took off my jacket and shoes and tossed them aside before I laid down on my bed, continuing to massage my thick, erect cock through my pants. I undid my belt and unzipped my pants before pulling them and my boxers down just enough to get my hard dick out. One of my large hands wrapped around my shaft and began pumping it. The pleasure was seemed different to female masterbation but still just as incredible. I also learned how quickly men cum when after just 3 minutes, warm semen came gushing out of my hard member.

This wish may not have given me what I wanted but I think what it did give me is just as good. Maybe even better.

#body swap #female to male #bearded

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Why Do Women Keep Having PIV??

PIV (penis in vagina) intercourse is considered to be the definition of “normal” sex by doctors, psychologists, TV, and most men. But should putting the penis in the vagina be considered the only way to have sex, or even a normal way? Let’s examine some myths:

*Having PIV is the only way to get pregnant. Not true. Sperm can swim up the vagina from the outside. Pregnancy is often caused this way.

*PIV is the most enjoyable type of sex. This is bullshit. It is enjoyable for most men, not most women. Everyone’s different, but most women like having their clitoris stimulated instead. The vagina has no nerves inside, so the pleasure a woman feels during PIV usually comes from stimulating the clitoris, too. Why not stimulate the clitoris with the penis? Both partners get pleasure. Most women do not enjoy PIV as much as clitoral stimulation; some hate PIV. Saying “PIV is pleasurable” is very opinionated, like saying “ice cream tastes good”, or “red is the best color”.

*The vagina is a hole, it’s meant to be penetrated. Nostrils and ears are holes. Should they be penetrated as well? How about the anus? Belly button? Throat? Urethra? Some holes are not meant to be penetrated. Sadly, many men view a woman as a hole-filled object to stick things into.

*The vagina can spit out babies, so it can take objects inside it as well. No. Just because a hole on the body can spit an object out doesn’t mean it is meant to take objects inside of it. You can poop; does that mean anal sex is normal or enjoyable? You can spit; does that mean deep throating is enjoyable? What about using an open wound? That’s a hole, too. Some holes on the body are not meant to be filled with objects.

*PIV is the most common form of sex in movies, books, history, TV, and our society, so it’s the most normal one. Just because something is common or has always existed in history doesn’t make it good or normal. Being racist was common a few hundred years ago. Does that make being racist right or normal? Men are in charge of most of the media, including the movie, book, and music industries. Their opinions are more represented. Men usually enjoy PIV much more than women, who sometimes hate it. PIV is portrayed as the main way to have sex in books and movies because men enjoy it. Women’s enjoyment is either ignored, or movies show a higher percentage of women liking PIV than do in real life.

*Most women have PIV, and they don’t complain, so they must enjoy it. How do you know you really enjoy something if society and the media- movies, books, and TV- are constantly trying to make you like it? Some women fool themselves into thinking they like PIV because friends, the TV, doctors, psychologists, and of course, husbands, make them think there’s something wrong with them physically or psychologically if they don’t. Does this mean women like PIV? If they need to drastically change their attitude or body to like it, they obviously don’t really like it!

*The penis is shaped like a long stick because it’s meant to go inside the vagina. The fist is shaped like a long stick. Is the fist meant to go down the throat? Is the penis supposed to go up the anus? The fist up the vagina? Not all penises are big and long. Some barely poke out at all. Some are smaller than the average labia and clitoris (there are many big labia and clitorises, like there are small penises). There are different sizes and shapes among both male and female genitals. The idea that penises need to be big is socially constructed. Boys who have penises society considers too small are taken to the doctor to help it grow. Women with big clitorises and labia might get surgery to “fix” the “problem”. Girls are told to sit with their legs together, which causes the genitals to be squeezed smaller. Boys are told to touch and pay attention to their penises, and this attention and physical contact helps them grow more than they would otherwise. Society considers big penises and small clitorises/tight vaginas ideal, but this spells out certain disaster for boys and girls who practice PIV- bigness crossed with tightness leads to pain for the female!

*If you don’t like PIV, you’re prude, repressed, or anti-sex. PIV is not the only way to have sex, and should not even be considered the normal sexual act, so you are not anti-sex if you don’t like it. You may like other activities, like having your clitoris kissed or stroked, or touched with the penis, or rubbing up against your partner. Not liking sex AT ALL isn’t a bad thing, either. Not everyone likes sex just as not everyone likes chocolate, sushi, classical music. Calling women who don’t like PIV (or other sex acts) prude is a tactic men use to trick you into sex or PIV.

What do I do if my boyfriend/husband wants to have PIV and I don’t want to? What if he pressures me into having it? Just Say No! If you don’t want to do something, you don’t have to do it, or feel bad about refusing to do it. If he pressures you into it, he is being a pest and needs to be told to stop. If he accuses you of not loving him or else you’d give him PIV, he’s wrong. Not wanting to do things you aren’t comfortable with doesn’t mean you don’t love him. If he loved you, he wouldn’t try to guilt you into having PIV (or any other type of sex).

My husband/boyfriend/partner and I started having PIV and I asked him to stop and he didn’t. Is this wrong? If he kept going once you told him to stop, it’s rape, pure and simple. “Wait, I’m almost finished” is not acceptable. If you are being hurt now, or want to stop now, he needs to stop now. If he waits a bit until he’s “finished” once you’ve said to stop, it means he thinks his enjoyment is more important than your safety. That’s rape. You need to send him to a counselor, report him, or end the relationship. It’s that serious. Some men say once they start they can’t stop because it’s a “natural urge”. If that’s true, how come when parents are in bed and their child walks in, they always stop? Or when they are in bed and the phone rings? Or if a stranger enters the house? Men always stop then. If a child entering the room, a phone ringing, or a stranger breaking in are enough to get him to stop this “natural urge”, you asking to stop should be just as important.

Can I still have PIV if I want to? Of course! It’s a free country. Not all women hate PIV; some don’t mind it; some even enjoy it. Most women who enjoy it enjoy clitoris stimulation more. But everyone’s an individual and we all get pleasure in different ways. Some people get an orgasm from being kissed on the ear; others get one from being penetrated; some like being cut with objects. That’s their right, and they should feel free to do what they enjoy. Pleasure isn’t the only important thing: we need to know PIV carries risks other sexual practices are less likely to. PIV is more likely to cause pregnancy than other acts, like oral sex. It can lead to higher rates of cervical cancer or disease in women, since they are the ones receiving fluids. You should certainly feel free to have PIV if you want. It’s your right to choose from a variety of sexual acts. The important thing is that you understand the risks some acts carry, just as you should understand the risks of riding a bike or driving a car or drinking alcohol.

Why do I feel weird for not liking PIV? You may feel weird because society tells you it’s normal to enjoy it. Movies and songs only use the word “sex” to refer to PIV, as if clitoral stimulation or other acts don’t count as “real” sex. Sex practices women like are called “foreplay”, as if they aren’t as important. Many women use tons of lubricant or even take medicine to make PIV enjoyable or less painful (some girls actually get pain from PIV). If women get pain from PIV they might be labeled “too tight” and urged to visit doctors so they can get “fixed”. They get diagnosed with made-up conditions like “vaginismus”, even though women’s vaginas may not be designed to be penetrated. Psychologists ask women who hate PIV if they were sexually abused as children or have diseases making PIV difficult. It’s not about helping women be safe and happy; it’s about taking a “broken” woman who doesn’t enjoy PIV and “fixing” her for her husband or boyfriend. Doctor assume PIV is normal and anyone who can’t do it or doesn’t enjoy it needs to be fixed. This is proof of the bias in our society, a bias in favor of men and their enjoyment, and against women and their right not to be harmed.

What about his enjoyment? What about it? You have no obligation to perform uncomfortable or painful acts to give someone else pleasure, especially sexual ones. He can stimulate his penis by rubbing against your clitoris or other places. (Since semen outside the vagina can cause pregnancy, use protection). Losing enjoyment doesn’t feel as bad as having pain, so it’s better he loses enjoyment than you be hurt. If PIV doesn’t hurt but isn’t enjoyable either, you still shouldn’t be pressured into doing it. In fact, even if you enjoy it you shouldn’t be obligated to do it. It is wrong for your boyfriend/husband to expect you to please him. You don’t use other people for pleasure. It’s wrong and evil.

But doesn’t PIV give him more pleasure than just rubbing? So? You’re still not under obligation to please another person by doing something you don’t want to do. What if choking him gave him more pleasure than PIV? Are you obligated to choke him? What if choking him while he uses drugs give him even more pleasure than just choking him? Should you buy him drugs, too? What if kicking people gives him pleasure because he’s a sadist- should you let him kick you in the stomach? No.

If PIV is not enjoyable to a large number of women, why do so many lesbians use dildos or other types of fake penises? Lots of lesbians do not use such things. Dildos and penis-shaped objects were invented because society likes to think women need males to be sexually happy. Many lesbians have discovered the magic of the clitoris instead. Some lesbians who buy dildos do it because they are fooled, like heterosexuals, into thinking penetration is the most pleasurable thing for a woman. Of course, some lesbians, like some heterosexuals, do like being penetrated. But it’s very rude for society to assume all of them like it, or to assume that a woman needs a man or a man-shaped object to be happy.

My partner didn’t pressure me into having PIV, I chose to myself. But I felt uncomfortable afterward. Why? It may be because you didn’t really want to after all. Society can coerce you, like a sexual predator, into sexual acts. Society often acts like a rapist. It tells women they must have PIV, or else. Often, a girl thinks she’s choosing PIV, but it turns out she’s been pushed into it by society teaching her it’s normal, and it feels like she was raped. She was raped by society, if not her boyfriend. If the PIV was painful, you may also be angry at the idea that men are capable of hurting women sexually, but not the other way around. It feels like crap- like nature made you inferior because you are hurt-able and not him. But suppose you slammed your clitoris and labia up against his testicles…wouldn’t that hurt him? It’s not true, then, that women can’t hurt men sexually. But society would never call such an act “normal sex” because the male would be getting injured. Yet they call PIV “normal sex”, even though it injures females. And since PIV is not necessary for pregnancy, the reproductive argument for calling PIV “normal” is a total joke too.

But isn’t PIV the natural way to have sex? Isn’t it instinctive or something? No. Not all animals have PIV, and not all humans do. In societies or eras in which sex is not discussed, young men don’t even know how to have PIV- they have to be taught to put their penises in women’s vaginas. If it were a natural instinct why would they need to be taught to do it? Some men say it’s natural to fool women into thinking it’s something they’re supposed to do, or make excuses after they rape someone.

It feels weird not having PIV. It’s like we didn’t go “all the way” or something. This feeling is due to cultural conditioning- society pushes you to think PIV is “real” sex. PIV is just one type of sex. If society considered anal sex “real” sex, or sex in which one partner chokes the other, or sex where the penis tore through the cervix into the uterus, you might have had similar feelings about those acts. You don’t need to have PIV to say you’ve “had sex.” If you enjoy PIV, go ahead and have it, but learn about the bad consequences, and make sure your desire to do it wasn’t influenced by other people or the media. It’s good to add a variety of sexual acts to your pool of choices, as long as you make sure you are being true to your own heart and not doing anything you’re uncomfortable with.

Please share this pamphlet with other girls and don’t be afraid to discuss PIV with friends, if they don’t mind discussing such matters. More women need to hear these things, especially since many think they’re the only ones who don’t like PIV. Men have no right to use your body for sex- PIV or other acts- and you need to know how to refuse.

PIV carries dangers, including pregnancy, risk of cervical cancer, pain, tearing, dryness, soreness, and psychological feelings of being invaded (especially if the male is the active partner). You are free to have it, but you should always understand the risks first, that society often covers up. Don’t let pressures from society, the media, and from boyfriends influence your decision, and make sure to think the choice to have PIV over.

You own your body, not others!

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