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[taking you aside in the group masturbation vc] this place is a den of vipers... you are the only one I can trust

The best thing you can do for a trans girl with a bad body image is grope her. It's easy to dismiss words, no matter how genuine, as "just being nice", it's a lot hard to dismiss a firm hand on your ass or one of your tits.

even if she knows she's the hottest thing in a ten mile radius, she still needs groping so that she knows that's more than just something she's convinced herself of

hey do you mind grabbing joseph's coat for him? yeah its the red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and peach and ruby and olive and violet and fawn and lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve and cream and crimson and silver and rose and azure and lemon and russet and gray and purple and white and pink and orange and blue one

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oh no i slipped and sucked on your thumb all sloppy while looking up into your eyes and zoning out

sexually repressed people be like “i have an ancient evil stirring within me. no one can know” and its literally just craving intimacy

saying "question mark?" and "however comma," out loud are game changers. punctuation on the go. and it's always the funniest thing that anyone around you has ever heard

you have to let the chuuni tgirl speak her little monologue as she fucks you.

within the treacherous politics of the royal court, every smile concealed a knife. every frown also concealed a knife. in fact it could be assumed that every bland expression of polite disinterest concealed some sort of bladed weapon. every heaving bosom probably had a knife secreted between its breasts, and, depending on their size and amount of sag, two or three more tucked underneath. and let’s just say, you’d be surprised where a flat-chested courtier can hide a stiletto.

of course, for the squeamish and less buxom, there was always poison. poison concealed in gaudy rings. poison concealed in tasteful rings. poison concealed in little vials, poison concealed in false teeth, poison concealed in decorative lapel flowers. poison-laced nail polish. poison spilled on the floor where beloved cats might walk through it and leap onto a master’s lap to make biscuits with pinprick claws. poison in cologne. poison in ear drops. poison in eye drops. poisoned poppers. poisoned condoms. poisoned dental dams. poison coating the blade of a knife. poison coating the hilt of a knife, just to keep you on your toes. one day two guys just started fucking whaling on each other and everyone present burst into tears of ecstatic relief ’cause at least that was something new and interesting.

one problem with the way that like 'fetishisation' (cf matory) is popularly configured is that the common rules around verbal expression of attraction basically dictate you leave hegemonically desirable traits unspoken but must always specify if anything that deviates from those standards is compelling to you. so like you seldom hear a statement like "i am attracted to this person for being thin and white", even in openly reactionary or white supremacist circles much of this goes presumed & unsaid. in contrast attraction to someone fat or racialised is problematised & so those traits have to be named simply in order for the sentence to carry the intended meaning. one imagines that without words like beautiful as accepted shorthand -- if expressing an aesthetic judgment consistently required naming the specific traits or proximity to specific traits being rewarded -- many people would probably be less comfortable publicly assessing appearance in general lol

i love to see people who are like "you can talk about csa but not around minors that's gross!" like idk how to tell you this but. who do you think is getting csa'd. i'll give you a hint: the first letter in csa does not stand for "adult"