popular culture used to be very much about eroticism. rockstars used to be on stage in sequins and thongs and thigh high boots playing guitars like they were masturbating. girls used to wear velvet mini dresses and no bras and red-brick-brown lipstick and mascara on their bottom lashes. people used to have body hair on television and in the movies. people used to be sweaty. people used to touch each other over denim and under cotton. foreplay used to be staring at someone over the rim of a glass across a bar across a park across a dinner table. people used to want. i think we’ve lost something
(from an essay i started 2 years ago, but never completed)
i forgot to post this but which one of you lame ass nerds works at my dentists old office
*visibly shaking with ill restrained lust* Haha dude you look so scared right now you’re so funny when you get like this it’s kind of cute
just picking whoever ig…. (minus the tashi look a like she serves)
what do we think you guys.
ive been seeing many posts talking about stone femmes as “people who do not like giving pleasure” and these posts really get under my skin. for me, this characterization of femme stoneness is not only reductive but totally inaccurate.
giving my stone butch partners pleasure, in the ways they like to receive pleasure, is deeply fulfilling, rewarding, and frankly hot as hell.
pleasure can be given and received so many ways and reducing stone femme identity to such a limited description does us and others a disservice. this stone femme thrives on making her butch partners feel pleasure during sexual and non-sexual interactions because they deserve to feel good.
pleasing partners in ways that align with BOTH sets of desires is what makes stone relationships beautiful.
beating the fuck out my husband because I can’t remember my Etsy password
i must take painkillers. painkillers are the pain killer
i refuse to switch over to insta reels because i know for a FACT that they are purposely showing me conservative trad wife content
computer nude (studies in perception I) (1967) by leon harmon & ken knowlton
new femme-only 7-11 opened on my street