Honestly, no. It’s an essential part of my sexuality, I’ve discovered, and I don’t want partners who aren’t also into it/practicing it. I don’t think marriage (if I even go down that route) necessitates monogamy, and I have no interest in a monogamous marriage.

I was thinking about this the other day and I realized it’s not so much that I wanted a poly relationship as I realized that I am poly myself. So my relationships just operate within that aspect of my identity. Sorry if that’s hokey? 

Thank you so much! I’m not sure when I started liking humiliation play, but I think I may have read a few things on the Internet that sparked my interest and then I sort of started inserting myself into fantasies that involved it. I also always thought it would turn me off, and often when I had those fantasies, I’d feel kind of gross afterwords. So, no, it was very much not a thing I always found hot. In fact, even slight hints of it in play with other people (like pre-Sir and a little bit in the earlier stuff with Sir) and I would safeword right out.

But, lately, I’ve been really into it? I don’t know what it is. It started on New Year’s with Sir where it wasn’t so much humiliation as exhibitionism. And now I’m starting to explore what I like and don’t like about it.

As far as limits, yeah. There’s certain stuff I can’t get told or I just get really upset. Or, certain things I can’t be made to say. So I let partners know this ahead of time, or put a hold on what’s going on if it happens during a scene and I didn’t realize it would upset me initially.

When it comes to aftercare, yeah. I need some of the humiliation “undone” sometimes, in terms of discussing my level of “personhood.” I need to be reminded I’m respected sometimes (haha).

mulder-are-you-suggesting:

“An Article About Disability, Poverty, and Academic Inaccessibility, Written in Extremely Hard to Understand Academic Jargon.” The Journal of Charging $38.95 to Rent One Measly Article for 24 Hours Except for Those who Are Affiliated With a University.

A few years ago, I took a class about disability and access that required a few books, one of which was upwards of $100 and written by the damn professor. Academia, I simply cannot with you sometimes.

(Follow up message: Or, alternatively, I’m sure there’d be a time for taking you you for a run. Maybe if you’re good you’ll even be let off your leash for a bit)

My kingdom for sustainable fantasies. 

Porn-brain says yeah.

Real-brain says I’d miss jogging too much.