my sexuality is that shot in the opening of xena: warrior princess of lucy lawless turning toward the light with wind flowing through her hair, looking more beautiful than any human being has a right to look
like what the fuck!!!!!!!!!
i knew exactly the moment you were describing in an instant but thank u for providing a pic anyway bc……. what radiance!? what splendour.
and the picture doesn’t even do it justice like……….. it doesn’t capture the movement, the way she turns, her face before she smiles, the music playing in the background……. lucy lawless is a gift
One of the things that held me back from actively exploring BDSM and kink for years is that I didn’t see it portrayed in a way that appealed to me, or spoke to my tastes and desires. All of my early exposure was the typical black leather, serious dom, slave style submission. It didn’t resonate with me, I didn’t see myself in it. And then I found tumblr and was exposed to a lot more content that was made by women or curated by women, a ton more queer content, a fuckload more feminist content, personal narratives that showed kink in real life contexts rather than on porn sets or fancy photoshoots. Through those avenues I started to find other bratty submissives and little submissives, play pets and do-it-yourselfers, lady doms and femme daddies and gender queer tops and bottoms. I learned more about versatility and fluidity, spectrums and authenticity. I found kink aesthetics and dynamics that suited me, that felt right, that appealed to my senses. I found porn that turned me on and made me excited. I learned that a dynamic is whatever you build between you and your partner(s).
As long as there is consent there’s no wrong way to do it. It doesn’t have to be the polished demure face you see in black lingerie and serious faces, it can be messy and cute and loud and varied and queer as fuck. There can be boatloads of laughter. It can be whatever feels good for you. My cuffs are pink and my flogger is white and sometimes I’m a naive little bunny girl and sometimes I’m a Pretty mean Daddy, but either way I can guarantee you that my hair is messy and I smile. And my kink fits me, and I’ve found partners who it fits as well, and we figure it out as we go and build on the parts that feel right until we have something that we love and can’t get enough of. Do it your way, make it your own, grow and learn and change when it feels good. Your sexuality is as unique as your fingerprint.
i. maybe it’s 2015 and gay marriage is legal in all fifty states: but when someone asks my sexuality, my tongue still sticks to the roof of my mouth for a moment.
ii. my best friend in the front seat asks over her shoulder, “if you’re 80% gay, does that mean you only love him with 20% of your heart?”
iii. the first time i kissed her, the boys around us made it about them, about their howls. i stopped breathing on the cusp of her lips. i was made holy by her.
iv. in church, we bow our heads. how can i move my mouth in a prayer for forgiveness when i fully intend to sin again. i say, “forgive me father” anyway, just in case it sticks.
v. my father does not forgive. i say, “she’s hot,” absently. his face turns white, then red. “not in my house,” he says.
vi. the first time i come out in public, it’s to a boy smoking cigarettes. he spits and laughs. “bisexuals aren’t really part of this discussion, sweetie.” my girlfriend holds my hand and i don’t throw up. i learn my place quickly: gay rights do not belong to me.
vii. they are ace. the two of us make jokes back and forth about the cloak of invisibility we must be harnessing. when they are too drunk, i walk them home. when i have fallen yet again for the wrong girl, they hold my hand while i tremble. we do not go to the pride parade, where we do not belong, where i will be a breeder and they will not even be acknowledged.
viii. “but are you really gay? so do you love him? so do you love him?”
ix. it is fine and we just won’t tell her parents. it is fine and my grandmother can’t ever know it. the world is different now, i hear. in frat houses, i am the picture of their wet dreams. on tv, i’m just a picture, the girl who is “just experimenting.” in “my” community, i am only allowed in by the skin of my teeth.
x. it is 2015. he asks me if i’m “like that” and i feel my whole body exploding.
[”but it’s 2015, honey, with all that freedom, aren’t you happy?”] // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
being bisexual and having different feelings when ur attracted to guys than when u are to girls is so hard to explain bc being attracted to a guy is like “ah” and being attracted to a girl is like “oo” but that doesn’t make any sense to anyone but me
Adventure Time: it sucks that it couldn’t be explicitly stated that Bubblegum and Marceline had a romantic history together but the subtext is nice
Legend of Korra: Though they had to make it much subtler and toned down than the hetero relationships it’s so good that there’s a same-sex canon endgame couple
Steven Univerise: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
