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I’m hanging out with the lovely worthlessrapemeat tonight and getting dinner at a place we both love.

She kind of looks like the pretty meanie in this gif.

Except she’s prettier.

And meaner.

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Sweetheart got brave and invited a little friend over for some fun,

but the second the door swung open, she got a little bashful.

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Aaaand I’m blushing.

whyexactly:

Q: Can you do that with a strap on? Put it on her backwards, with the cock pointing in?

“B…, b…, but… you’re putting it on all wrong!”

-“Hold still and be quiet cupcake. It doesn’t matter what the other little girls’ daddies do, as I’m not the other little girls’ Daddy, am I?”

*pouts*

A: …

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The other night, I went to dinner to see a new face among our regular dining group. She looked sweet, the kind of big-eyed, cute clothing, sugary voice sweet that melts your heart.

She introduced herself as Chloe.

I’d heard the name Chloe mentioned before as my friend’s girlfriend who goes to another university. Apparently, she liked to wear a strap-on and peg the shit out of him. Lo and behold, he was sitting beside her, holding her hand.

Moral of the story? Looks can be deceiving. Sometimes in really awesome ways.

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There’s this really weird stereotype that floats around about kink people always being the kind of people who wear chains, bondage pants, the like in public. Or, they have mildly fetishistic apparel that they incorporate into their outfits. They’re typically portrayed as kind of creepy and really dark. I guess what I’m trying to say here is that stereotypical portrayals of kink people are usually that they have very clearly and very obviously ostracized themselves from general society. 

And, then you’ve got the basement kinksters. Yes, I’m looking at you and that little stunt you pulled in Pulp Fiction, Tarantino. I’m talking about the idea that they all have dungeons in their basement lit by candles with chains hanging for the ceiling. When they come up from said basement dungeons, they’re key members of society and only then do they blend in. But, a-ha! They’re still portrayed as creepy. 

I’d like to imagine I’m not a creepy person. I mean, my dorm room doesn’t have a trap door that leads to some ornate, medieval dungeon. And, hey, there’s nothing wrong with people who’ve got it. I just think the huge underrepresentation of people from the other end of the kink spectrum is a little bit upsetting. The BDSM community is this really diverse group of people. Yet, we’re almost always symbolized by the creeper with the basement dungeon, the gimp, or the femme fatale dominatrix. 

But, hey, if the lady in the photograph wants to control me in whatever candlelit dungeonesque room she’s posing in, I’m game. 

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I’m all for breaking down gender stereotypes and traditional definitions of relationship dynamics, but the following exchange got me a little trembly.

Friend of a friend who had never met “lesbians” before: So, um, is like one of you “the man”?

My (at the time) girlfriend: Oh, me. 

This was a point-blank delivery. No hesitation. No looking at me. No chuckles. No eye rolling. Hooooly crap.