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Over the past several months, and inspired by our storied past, we’ve given serious thought to who we want to be to our community moving forward and have been hard at work laying the foundation for a better Tumblr. We’ve realized that in order to continue to fulfill our promise and place in culture, especially as it evolves, we must change. Some of that change began with fostering more constructive dialogue among our community members. Today, we’re taking another step by no longer allowing adult content, including explicit sexual content and nudity (with some exceptions).  

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So what is changing?

Posts that contain adult content will no longer be allowed on Tumblr, and we’ve updated our Community Guidelines to reflect this policy change. We recognize Tumblr is also a place to speak freely about topics like art, sex positivity, your relationships, your sexuality, and your personal journey. We want to make sure that we continue to foster this type of diversity of expression in the community, so our new policy strives to strike a balance.

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It is our continued, humble aspiration that Tumblr be a safe place for creative expression, self-discovery, and a deep sense of community. As Tumblr continues to grow and evolve, and our understanding of our impact on our world becomes clearer, we have a responsibility to consider that impact across different age groups, demographics, cultures, and mindsets. We spent considerable time weighing the pros and cons of expression in the community that includes adult content. In doing so, it became clear that without this content we have the opportunity to create a place where more people feel comfortable expressing themselves.

Bottom line: There are no shortage of sites on the internet that feature adult content. We will leave it to them and focus our efforts on creating the most welcoming environment possible for our community.

So what’s next?

Starting December 17, 2018, we will begin enforcing this new policy. Community members with content that is no longer permitted on Tumblr will get a heads up from us in advance and steps they can take to appeal or preserve their content outside the community if they so choose. All changes won’t happen overnight as something of this complexity takes time.

Another thing, filtering this type of content versus say, a political protest with nudity or the statue of David, is not simple at scale. We’re relying on automated tools to identify adult content and humans to help train and keep our systems in check. We know there will be mistakes, but we’ve done our best to create and enforce a policy that acknowledges the breadth of expression we see in the community.

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Like you, we love Tumblr and what it’s come to mean for millions of people around the world. Our actions are out of love and hope for our community. We won’t always get this right, especially in the beginning, but we are determined to make your experience a positive one.

At first, it was nothing more than a mere hole, through which one could glimpse an infinite darkness, a nothingness. But then, a small penis came drooping through, and beneath them, a small, exquisitely hairless set of testicles, unblemished by even a single wisp of blonde hair. The scrotum was tight, its testes swaddled firmly within the smooth bag of flesh, and as for the penis – well, it was such a tender, pathetic little thing, perhaps no more than two inches in its droopy, flaccid state. The foreskin was like a shrivelled cowl, and to the eyes of the audience, the penis seemed almost tragic. It had a lifeless expression, like a thing which held no pride in itself, a thing incapable of thought and reflexive only to the dumbest, primal impulses. So, on this languid Summer afternoon, Mistress Anhedonia and her two gorgeous younger companions, Amber and Eve, gazed at this single male organ, as it peered through the gloryhole, in silent expectation of its fate. As for the irrelevant male to whom this appendage was attached, he was sequestered on the other side, and in ritual fashion, his mouth was muffled and his body firmly fastened against the cool plaster of the intervening wall. The gloryhole was small in size, such that even though this penis was, by any measure of the male anatomy, a tiny thing, it fit snugly in the portal, so that the penis rested upon the balls underneath, and the balls themselves were squeezed cosily against the wall. Thick shafts of sunlight poured in through the ornate, panelled window-frames which stretched across the east-wing of the room, but the male, sealed in his chamber, would have known only darkness, for not a ray of sunshine penetrated his dwellings. In the afternoon, Anhedonia, Amber and Eve, gazed at the penis one final time, before their coming administrations of pain and terror. The penis was soft, such a delicate little apostrophe of flesh: how was it possible that such an insignificant tool could, during the reign of the patriarchs, become a weapon which visited suffering and vexation upon their Sisters?

                 Let us pause to describe Amber and Eve, for all those who read these fables are acquainted with Anhedonia and know that she wore the shape of a goddess; that even the sight of her bare feet were so mesmeric to the male temperament that the mere wiggle of her toes would cause their penises to rise in blind adulation. As for Amber, she was first found as a young farm-hand in the Northern milking factories, with a mane of crimson-red hair which tumbled across her shoulders, and eyes of the most piercing emerald green. Young, with perfectly pale skin, she was immediately recognised for her skill in the arts and divinities of pain-infliction, and was swiftly recruited by Anhedonia as one of her inner circle. This afternoon, she appeared tall and naked and the observant eye would mark that the knuckles of her right hand sported blushes and bruises for reasons that shall soon become apparent. Eve, we have met before, with her close-cut crop of blonde hair and her playful demeanour. She serves as Anhedonia’s right hand, her general of agonies, and the body-count she has amassed during her reign alongside Anhedonia makes males cower and their balls retreat deeper within their body, as though a sudden surge of frost has infiltrated the air. This afternoon, Eve wore a pair of glistening black heels, the stilettoes of which were, harkening to their etymology, like blades for cutting and dismemberment. Her strong calves and powerful thighs were bare, and one almost gasped when glimpsing the pure delta to be found between her legs: bordered on top by a delicate patch of golden hairs, her slit was of a perfect pale pink, and only the slightest sliver of its delicious interiority was to be seen. Should your eyes pass upward, you would find her torso bare, her mid-riff with its softly-sculptured abdominals and her belly-button begging to be kissed, and then, concealing her breasts, a gleaming latex bustier, in the colour of deepest midnight, with two straps curving over her shoulders. Bustier and boots and bare besides. The three goddesses arranged themselves before the hole of punishment – three statuesque glories, three paragons of the female form, and between them, mousily hanging from the hole, the small penis and shorn bag of balls. How pathetic and vulnerable it looked alongside these powerful exemplars of the female of the species!

                 “Sisters,” Anhedonia intoned in her magisterial voice, “this pathetic male organ we see hanging here before us is that of a common rapist. The male to whom this paltry appendage is attached used this thing as a weapon to defile a female while satiating his own incoherent lusts. Can you imagine such a deed, my sisters, being performed by so inconsequential a speck of the male anatomy? I, myself, am almost tempted to arouse this frightened penis to see to what lengths it grows, for in its present humility I would wager it has all the hurting power of a blunt pinprick. Nevertheless, this male used his strength to overpower one of our sisters and inserted this thimble of his seed within her. Despite her thrashing and protestations, her proceeded to victimise her until his vital energies came coursing out from its tip. And I am told the whole assault lasted less than ten seconds, so riled and brain-altered was this male from the need to dispense his semen. I am told she even pushed him in the final moments as he gasped and puffed, and the tip of his penis was pulled from her, and the seed began to burst and splatter all over her thighs – what an appalling act, such a craven disposition! but, sisters, we have seen men driven to viler deeds when piloted by their penises… I hope that he enjoyed himself in his act of sacrilege; I do hope that those transient moments of primitive pleasure were worth the price of admission. For this afternoon, my sisters, we are assembled here for the purposes of vengeance. It has been said that the punishment shall fit the crime and we shall apply this dictum unflinchingly. We shall target the very weapon he used to commit his crimes and we shall certainly ensure that this “weapon” shall never strike at the innocent again…” With these last few words, the drooping penis, almost imperceptibly, began to tremble, as though it had at last come into a terminal awareness of its destiny. It trembled and twitched as Anhedonia turned her gaze to Amber: “Amber, my dearest, my beautiful charge, my noble young companion. Eve and I wish to offer you the pleasure of exacting revenge on this male’s penis and testicles. If he cannot learn that to use his penis properly, then we must teach to him to do so, and if throughout this dreadful tutelage, his weapon cannot withstand the fury of your methods, then it must be obliterated entirely.”

                 “I would be honoured, my Mother,” replied Amber with a sinister flickering in her ocean-green eyes. Anhedonia grabbed the penis with rough power, strangling it in his grasp. The girls imagined the terrified male on the other side desperately standing on his tip-toes to avoid having his penis plucked clean off from the almighty strength of his antagonist’s grip. Still squeezing furiously, Anhedonia announced: “Male! I will give you a single minute, as its customary in this castle of mine, to make your penis stand erect while Sister Amber aims her fists at your scrotum. Should you be unable to rise to the occasion, she will simply pulverise your penis along with your balls. The decision, pathetic male, is yours to make.” With that, she swiftly released the penis which, glowing the colour of a magnificent sunset, lay limp and unmoving. The women waited for any signs of motion, but the penis was incapable, frozen in its flaccid form as currents of the most plangent fear lurched through the male’s stomach. Amber began to giggle, pointing at the tiny, scared little thing, and soon, her infectious giggles had the three women laughing out loud. Amber blurted, in-between tears of mirth, “what a sad and shameful little thing! It almost looks like the penis of a little boy! I think I’ve seen new-born infants with bigger cocks than his!” She addressed the male on the other side: “You fucking loser! You must have lived your whole life in such embarrassment. Thinking of yourself as a big, strong male, but hiding the shame that dangles between your thighs!” Anhedonia considered the penis and then replied, philosophically, “It has now been demonstrated beyond a shadow of doubt, by our various psychosexual experiments on the male, that males with small penises often rape out of a sense of shame – that, feeling unmanly, which is in their patriarchal arithmetic the greatest of all subtractions, they lash out at the female; they hit woman, they call her names, they force themselves upon her, they attempt to lavish themselves with accoutrements to make up for these missing inches, but no matter what they try, they cannot redeem their pathetic, paltry penises. They will always remain small-cocked, short-dicked men. No matter how artificially they grow their pectorals and train their biceps, no matter how tall they grow in size and how many kilograms’ worth of muscle they wrap around themselves like a protective blanket, the penis remains small and shameful. They cry at night, and all the insults they’ve ever heard assail them in their dreams. No, they may force themselves on woman, but they can never repair themselves of their dreaded fate.” And even after all this time was mercifully given to the male to do nothing more than acquire a simple erection, to perform no higher task than let a few gushes of blood travel to his penis, so that ultimately it could stand out of the way while his balls were pulverised, the penis did not move. And so Amber resolved to smash it all into bits and pieces.

                 Amber assumes the posture of a pugilist before the target. She raises her fists and bares her exquisitely bruised knuckles, while Eve swirls her mane of bloodred hair into a high ponytail. Amber, with a deep exhalation, begins to meditate on the penis and testicles before her: she imagines this very penis violating her, penetrating her against her wishes; she imagines her poor sister who fell victim to a disgusting invasion by this pitiful alien creature. Slowly, her fists begin tremble with the electric wrath of all the women who have ever fallen foul of this ceaseless masculine indulgence – to take what is not theirs in the name of this vulgar organ. A phantasmagoria of rape and sin flashing alongside the outer rims of her eyelids, she lets out a low, leonine growl and with lightning intensity her fists dart out and begin to pulverise the male. Her right fist crashes into his penis, sending the poor thing flying up, dazed, allowing her to follow through, knuckles biting into the soft, sensitive testicles cowering underneath (whack!). Her left fist thunders immediately afterward, sending the penis flying to the left, while her delivery smashes the male’s nuts with a whopping blow (thud!). Her arm arcs at the elbow and her right fist launches out again, powerfully mashing the penis and testicles (whack!), and her left fist, clenched with all the concentrated power of a rocket, ploughs into the rapist’s pathetic cock and, sending it reeling, follows through into his balls (thud!). Left and right, left and right, without so much as a single-second pause, Amber unloads the entirety of her vengeance and anger upon his defenceless genitals. The penis goes flying up and down, left and right, and the testes are radiant with pain, shining with perspiration, and swollen from the assault. Left and right (whack! whack!), left and right (whack! whack!) followed by two deep left hooks (thud! thud!), followed by a jagged uppercut (boom!), and then a full minute of merciless punches, jabs and hooks, and even, once, the force of her bent elbow crashing into his nuts. From the first volley, the women hear a muffled wailing from the other side of the wall, as the male begins to scream and cry from the deepest of agonies emanating from the very centre of his sex. Amber shows not the slightest inkling of remorse, nor is her concentration distracted by his crying. Instead, her anger feeds on the tears, slurps them up and is powered by them. The male’s cries begin to rise in pitch until he is screaming like a nine-year-old girl; a long, drawn-out sobbing, as the air is knocked out of his lungs and his penis and testicles become corroded with a sublime, unimaginable pain. Left and right, and left and right, and left and right and whack! whack! whack! whack! whack! The male is groaning in the register of a castrato, veritable music is spilling from his sealed-up lips as Amber sends out a final series of testicle-destroying punches, screaming at him in a sudden access of passion: “Never again, never again! Never again, you pathetic rapist pig! Fuck you and fuck these balls! You will never harm another woman in your life, you cowardly rapist animal!” And as she screams out that final line, each syllable soaked in primordial animosity, she draws her fist back, closes her eyes, and delivers the mortal blow. With a single strike, possessed with all the crushing capability of an ancient warhammer, she pulverises both of his testes (they explode into wet nothingness with a dramatic pop!) and his scrotum turns misshapen and limp.

This is such a hot scene =)

This is such a hot scene =)

It was a peculiarly hot spring day in the town of Peltpicket. Most Autumn Coats University students were suffering through outdoor phys ed in the unforgiving ninety degree weather. Most of them.

Viola was too hot and bothered to be bothered with the heat, as was the boy, known as Fergus, whom she roughly tugged into the janitor’s closet by his skinny wrist. Even compared to the heavenly air conditioning in the main hall, this room was unusually cool. Chilly, almost.

Viola dragged the poor boy to the middle of the room, and motioned for him to stay there. She skipped over to a nearby spare desk and dragged it over to sit upon it in front of him.

“What do you want, then? Tell me, and I’ll name my price.”

Fergus was visibly shaking.

“I wanna, um… well, uh…”

“Ugh, spit it out! It’s not like I can get any more disgusted with you.” The gorgeous Latina cheerleader crossed her arms impatiently, and glared at the quivering lad.

“I want you to… sit on my face.”

“Is… is that it?” Viola stifled a laugh. The boy nodded sheepishly at her.

She smirked at him, “Let me tell you a secret: I charge boys like you for everything they’ve got. Is that really all you want for that kind of price?”

The boy nodded again.

The girl closed her eyes and shrugged, “Alright. Hope you don’t regret this.”

With that, Viola stood up, and hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her cheer skirt. She sexily slipped out of it, revealing a cute pair of purple, silk panties.

“Lay on the floor,” she commanded, and Fergus obeyed immediately, settling stiff as a plank on the frigid linoleum. The dominatrix walked over his body, one foot on either side of his torso, and stood over him. She could see his painful-looking erection tenting his tight blue jeans.

Viola rolled her eyes at the pathetic sight, but carried on anyway. Once again, she got a hold of her waist band, this time that of her underwear, and pushed the skimpy garment slowly away from her clean-shaven, sun-kissed slit. It fell lightly to her ankles, from whence she promptly kicked it aside.

The beauty then bent her knees, and began to lower herself towards the boy’s face. Her stunning pink labia parted little by little as she grew closer. Her strong scent quickly filled the air around Fergus’ hopelessly swimming head. Just as the dark blot of her erotic depths opened up, her vulva came within tongue’s length.

The seconds were agonising. Her prize moved inch after inch towards him. Finally, the pearl of his dreams gently touched the bridge of his nose, and the flower below it began to engulf his mouth in feminine bliss. It was everything he imagined and more! The taste and scent were like nothing he’d ever experienced in his sexless life.

Her parts were slightly wet, but only in anticipation of what was to come next. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Everything was sex, lust, and indulgent splendor… until it ended. In reality, Viola had only been on him for about ten seconds, but it seemed like an hour, and that still wasn’t enough.

“Stand up and drop your drawers.” The girl stared at him expectantly. Fergus hastily grabbed his belt buckle, and clumsily removed the strap, tossing it onto the floor. He didn’t want to make her angry.

He then wasted no time fumbling to undo his button. When he finally managed to pull it through, he yanked his pants and boxers down at the same time, and stood up straight.

Viola quite simply couldn’t help herself. She burst out laughing.

“THAT’S it!? What is that? Four inches? It’s so skinny!” As she giggled to herself, the Latina reached down and pulled something from her bag.

“I changed my mind. You can keep that… clit thing. I can’t think of a use for it, but when I do, I’m taking it, too, capisce?”

Fergus nodded pathetically.

“Good. Spread ‘em and hold still.”

The boy obeyed, and shifted his legs apart to allow her better access.

“Hope you had fun tonight, clit boy,” she teased as she fitted a green rubber band to her elastrator with practiced hands. After it was all set in place, she brought it down between her toy’s legs and grabbed his decent-sized balls.

She pushed, poked, prodded and jammed the boy’s eggs roughly and carelessly, forcing both of his sensitive orbs in at once. As she moved it up to the neck of his scrotum, and moved the band off of the pegs, the boy let out a pitiful yelp.

“That’s one,” She muttered. Ducking down briefly, Viola retrieved and began attaching another band to the jaws of the vicious device. Once more, when it was secure, she unceremoniously forced Fergus’ gonads into the open mouth of the device. This time, she put the band a little further down, leaving an exposed place between the two rings.

“Now, normally, this is done with patience, surgical tools and care.” Viola rose up, and got right in Fergus’ face.

“Unfortunately for you, I have none of those things.” With a devious grin, the cheerleader got down onto her knees, and took the boy’s sac in her right hand. The gorgeous minx tilted her head, and brought it down towards his vulnerable testicles. She decided to comfort him slightly, and planted a soft kiss upon them.

Following that, Viola opened her pretty, red lips, and put them against her plaything’s weakness. She then sucked them slowly into her mouth, not caring to keep her teeth from scraping his soft skin. She moved down the boy’s scrotum, until her bottom teeth found the spot between the two bands.

Her jaw, cold and apathetic, closed around it steadily. All Fergus could do was watch in terror. Viola’s teeth began to apply pressure to the cords that connected her payment to her debtor. They started to crush them painfully.

The first drop of blood bloomed across the girl’s sharp canine, and was soon met with more. Much more. She didn’t hear the boy’s screams. She didn’t care about his pain. Only the thrill of taking away something precious to all men, while losing nothing in return, mattered to her.

A pinched cut formed in the right cord, when her front teeth sawed to the left. Viola’s technique was slow and effective. Perhaps it was a bit messy, though.

Her pearly incisors bit through the last of the right spermatic cord. It was done for, now and forever. The whelp’s useless organs now only held on by a tortured shred of skin, and a bleeding tendril of hope.

There was hope, indeed, that Fergus may come out of this with one working vestige of manhood. Not for very long, though. The gorgeous vixen, with one last ferocious gnash, tore what was rightfully hers from its undeserving previous owner. Blood coated her chin, and ran down in droplets. She stood up slowly, and looked down.

Viola held out her right hand beneath her mouth, and opened wide. From it came the fruits of her efforts: a nice new pair of…

“Thanks for the earrings, cute stuff! I heard you’d been talking about getting a sex change. I’ll keep your sac for skin grafting, in case you want some nice new cunt lips.”

Fergus fell to his knees, a blank sheet of shock smoothed over his eyes.

“I guess you’ll need that little excuse for a dick to be used for nerve endings and stuff, so you can keep it for real. Can’t say I’m not generous.” Viola turned on her heel, and started towards the door, but stopped, when she reached the handle.