Dara King

I am queer. I have a lot in common with dragons.

....Including the blackandwhite Knights who see in only blackandwhite, thinking my body is something they need to change with a sword or destroy.

But I've got my living fire. The power to create, the power to stand up for the women who don't want those blackandwhite knights, too.

You ever thought of Father Earth?

In this modern patriarchal world, Mama Earth's gonna need him to make his comeback.

"A little Older, and lot Wider."

"Spent a lot of time in nature, being myself. Letting it grow me. Nature's good for soul, good for the body."

#MatureMuscle

To the TERFs:

Do you define womanhood by shared oppression? Women born in men's bodies know oppression, too—from men and women.

Our sisters gave up a privilege they never wanted, and they know exactly what they sacrificed.

They have lost on the outside--things like blood, power, and status-- but gained so much within. In this culture, isn’t this sisterhood?

To these un-queer boys who haunt our rainbow spaces

To rebel against their heartless fathers:

Do your Work First.

We certainly have. We have to.

Queer Heart, Dear Heart

Reblog if you need to see more of this kind of masculinity in our world.

It's #MuscleMonday at Dara Kings'.

Power Walk: Natural Swagger.

Hello #MuscleMonday.

To Be Queer

It's #FlexFriday!

#MuscleMonday

Now your chest is a solid mass of pulsing muscle, your shirt struggling to contain it. Your pecs revel in their size, their power. With each release, your muscles grow more.

Your muscles are taking control, and you are left shaking, clenching, obeying their relentless demand for size and strength.

You love this heat, this edge of power, this growth. Your body thrives on it, the intensity coursing through you.

Your shirt can’t take it anymore, the fabric tearing as your pecs push through. The cool air hits your burning skin, mixing with the sweat that pours down your flushed, red body.

Damn, this feels incredible.

Your pecs aren't the only ones growing.

No. No they aren’t.

Your legs crave their own space, their own power. You feel the burn spreading downward, into your gut and balls, these lower muscles demanding their turn. Now your quads tighten, swelling under the pressure.

You try to get your shirt off, but, ahhh, it’s too late.

Your legs explode with size, ripping their way through the remaining fabric.

The tearing sound is loud, satisfying. You watch your legs pulsing, growing thicker, harder with each breath. Sweat pours down your back to your knees, the heat almost overwhelming, but you love it.

Your muscles demand more, and you give it to them. You clench your whole body, shaking with the effort. Every breath, every release adds more size. Your legs press against each other, skin rubbing deep into skin, growing larger with each pulse.

This is power. Raw, unfiltered power.

You can’t stop your muscles. You don’t want to. You love the feeling of your muscles taking over, growing, pushing out.

Your pecs, your legs, everything craves growth, and you’re more than willing to oblige. The heat, the sweat, the sheer size—it's heady and hot.

Every breath in, every clench, you feel your muscles tightening, swelling. Every release, they expand, pushing against your skin, your shirt.

Your body is a furnace, burning with the need to grow.

Grow, grow. More.

You love every second of it.

Your legs, massive and powerful, pulse with every breath. Your pecs are standing out hard. Sweat streams down your body, cooling your burning skin. You can’t get enough of this feeling, this growth, this power.

Your muscles crave more, and you’re ready to give it to them.

You breathe in, clench, feeling the intensity build. Release, and they grow, muscles pressing harder, pushing out.

This is what you live for. This is who you are.

You’re unstoppable, a force of nature now. Your body, your muscles, they own you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Your legs, massive and powerful, pulse with every breath. Your pecs, dominating and hard, stand out proudly. Sweat streams down your body, cooling your burning skin. You can't get enough of this feeling, this growth, this power.

But as you glance down, you feel a pang of disappointment. Your gut and sides haven't joined the party yet. They remain stubbornly small, untouched by the wave of growth surging through the rest of your body. It feels incomplete, like a masterpiece with an unfinished corner.

“Come on, it’s your turn,” you rumble, focusing your mind on your midsection. You clench your core, willing the muscles there to catch fire, calling them in to this frenzy of growth.

Your gut and sides start to stir, responding to your command. A deep warmth spreads through your gut, your muscles tightening, eager to grow. You can feel them waking up, ready to expand, to become as powerful as the rest of you.

You take a deep breath, making the heat build. Your core muscles clench hard, and you hear them roar to life.

You love this, love the feeling of power.

You breathe out, and release your power into your body.

Your gut and sides start to grow, muscles thickening, pressing out against your skin. It’s a slow burn at first, but you know they’re just getting started.

You take another breath, deeper this time. The heat intensifies, sweat pouring down your sides.

“More,” you urge, clenching your core with everything you’ve got.

The burn is fierce, spreading through your gut, your sides, wrapping around your entire midsection. Release, and your obliques grow more. These muscles pushing out, coming up like big pulsing ropes, are joining the party at last.

Join the party, join the party. Ahhh.

Your gut swells with power, sides thickening, pressing out against your skin. The heat is almost unbearable, but you crave it. You love it.

Every second is pure exhilaration, your muscles demanding more.

You’re giving it to them.

Breathe in, clench. Your core muscles are on fire, tightening, swelling.

Release, and your muscles expand, pushing out, joining the rest of your massive, powerful body. Your gut, your sides, they’re finally growing, and this feels so damn good.

Your entire body is now pulsing with growth, with power. Your pecs, your legs, your core—everything is growing, pushing out, dominating.

Sweat streams down your skin, a snowflake’s chance in hell of cooling your internal heat.

You stand there, breathing deeply, feeling every muscle in your body pulsing with life, with power.

You love every second of it.