#selfownership

They don't know how many times you cried yourself to sleep.

They don't know how many times you had to pick yourself up.

They don't know your true desires and dreams.

They don't know what you're capable of.

They don't know what your soul is made of.

They don't know you. They only know their perception of you.

Don't let a mere perception control you.

— Kink-shaming is state propaganda. This corner of Tumblr? Diplomatic immunity.

This blog is for adults.

Not the sanitized, HR-friendly version of adulthood where we pretend arousal is some glitch in the software. I mean real adults. Ones who’ve seen some shit. Felt some shit. And maybe got turned on by some shit they weren’t “supposed” to.

Yeah. Those adults.

Let me make this real clear:

This is a no shame zone. This is a no “am I normal?” zone. This is a “you felt it, so now what?” zone.

I. Big Brother Can Spy On My Blog, But He Can't Control Your Pussy

You ever notice how the most sexually repressed people also seem to have the strongest opinions about your kinks?

Like, how did Karen from HR suddenly become a federal agent monitoring your clit?

Why is Uncle Sam pretending your wetness threatens national security?

Why does “Big Brother” care if you read a Tumblr post and suddenly need to close your thighs in public?

Because arousal is dangerous. Because pleasure is power. Because a body that knows what it wants is hard to govern.

II. This Blog is Your Quiet Room. Your War Room. Your Orgasming-in-the-Bathroom-After-Scrolling Room.

I don’t care what makes you blush. I care that you finally stopped apologizing for it.

That’s what this space is. A psychosexual embassy, off-limits to the shame police.

Whether you're:

A femdom switch with God issues

A Christian boy who gets hard when girls talk down to him

A full-grown woman with a praise kink and trauma response

A sapphic soul who flinches when told she shouldn’t crave domination

Or a dude who reads these posts and accidentally stands at attention like he just saw the flag raise at boot camp...

You’re welcome here. No explanation required. No penance demanded.

III. Your Body Is Not on Trial Here

Listen:

Big Brother doesn’t decide what makes your vagina drool like a British bulldog watching a roast. Uncle Sam doesn’t get a vote on what makes your dick salute like it’s Veterans Day.

Your arousal is not subject to congressional oversight. And if your pelvic floor responded to one of my sentences? That’s not a crime. That’s alignment.

This blog didn’t violate you. It reminded you. Of something ancient. Of something true.

IV. I’m Not Stopping Until They Rip This Blog Off the Server with Digital Pliers

And even then?

I’ll still be pulsing in your feed memory. Still bookmarked under “Private Tab, Do Not Open in Public.” Still looped in your body like a dream you pretend you didn’t finish to.

I will not go down quiet. I will not go down clean. And I will not go down alone.

Because this blog is more than erotic writing.

It’s a psychological liberation chamber. It’s the room where your shame dies screaming and your pleasure learns to walk upright.

V. So Read. React. Reblog. Or Just Stare at the Screen and Clench.

You don’t owe me anything.

Except maybe that twitch between your legs you didn’t mean to have.

This isn’t a kink blog.

This is a mirror.

And some of you… Are finally brave enough to look at yourselves without flinching.

[Reblog if you've ever had to bite your lip while reading]

[Reblog if shame isn't welcome in your orgasm]

[Reblog if you're ready to fight for the space that made you feel again]

⚖️ Disclaimer:

The world has been trained to love the soft servant. The one who never interrupts the banquet of others, even while starving inside. They call it kindness. I call it spiritual suicide.

Some of us were forged in houses where “No” was forbidden. Boundaries were currency we were never allowed to earn. The price for asserting the Self was exile, ridicule, withdrawal of affection. So we learned the black art of pleasing. We became the Cooper archetype— predictable, agreeable, a constant source of supply for other people’s comfort.

But every archetype has its shadow. The shadow whispers:

“To be whole, you must be willing to be hated.”

Boundaries are not knives; they are shields. The false guilt you feel is not moral truth—it is the ghost of your conditioning. It’s the parasite that feeds on your compliance, whispering:

“If you protect yourself, you are cruel.”

No. The cruelest act is to amputate yourself for the convenience of others. The most violent thing you can do in a world addicted to consumption is to say: “This is mine. You do not cross.”

The moment you enforce a boundary, you are committing an act of sacred rebellion. It is the reclamation of your name, your energy, your life. And those who protest are not defending love— They are defending their entitlement to your erosion.

Stop playing the role they wrote for you. Your “No” is not rejection. It is the sound of chains breaking in the astral.

Don't waste your time focusing on others.

Increase your value.

Educate yourself on psychology and cognitive science, macroeconomics and microeconomics, investing and business.

Crawl until you can stand up.

Whisper until you can scream.

Hide until the dark no longer fits your shadow.

Eyes on target until you can shoot.

You know what I'm talking about. He is not looking to impress you. He is looking to impress his boys by being with you.

You are just another stroke for his ego.

Only 5%-10% of men do not care about their peer's approval. Let that sink in. You are less important to them than some of their friends are. This is why if a guy's friend makes fun of his gf he would drop her.

Now, women. We don't go around building strong relationships. Sadly, we stay competing with eachother for men's attention!! We should all create a girl circle with a couple good, strong ladies who are TRUE friends. Even if you can find just one good girlfriend or a gay friend, DO IT!

Why do you think he got you that Range Rover ? Why did he buy you the Cartier Bracelet that absolutely does not hold its own worth ?

He just wants other men to see you and feel jealous. Then they will consider him the ALphA.

When you are a high value woman you automatically raise the value of ANY MAN YOU LOOK AT.

That's why wealthy but low value men marry superficial but gorgeous women. They can play "arm-candy". Can you even imagine being with a man who does not consider you a person with their own identity, thoughts and ideas? Is the money worth it? How much does your dignity cost?

Don't get discouraged if the vast majority of men don't approach you. There are guys out there who have escaped this mindset or don't really care about the opinions of others. Sometimes I wonder if it is much better to find a "nerdy" guy rather than a boastful man. Maybe we should stop attaching value to superficial things like cars and a big attitude. Many high value men are super humble and reserved, cause they don't want anything to do with this "fast and shiny" culture.

I'm against approaching men first but I've noticed that many successful relationships start by a guy who is interested yet reserved and a girl that seduces him slowly and lets him explore her slowly.

They are only a handful of them, but look around you... How many women do you see who are truly high value in the way you're trying to be?

How many women do you see boosting men's egos and getting nothing in return?

I'll telle you a little secret...

Everything starts with self respect. I started posting on Tumblr for those women who want to evolve, seek their highest potential and actualise it (and obviously it's 2023, anyone who feels comfortable here woman or not is welcome to stay).

If you are reading this I know that you are serious about leaving your cocoon and finally experiencing life in your highest form. Abundant, authentic and free from beliefs that hinder your success and journey towards POWER.

Romantic relationships are a favourite topic of mine because in a "relationship" environment no stone stays unturned. Your deepest fears and shadows resurface and you come face to face with all the work you didn't do. Let's face it. Most of women long for a partnership with a loyal and masculine individual. The truth is that before someone can have a healthy loving relationship, they have to focus on themselves first. This will let you "know thyself".

If we don't know ourselves how can we be sure the other person loves us for who we truly are.

But, on this post I will be covering the importance of self respect in order to cultivate the right environment IN yourself. Self respect will assist you in evolving within the boundaries of EVERY facet of your life. It's foundational.

Begging stems from not having any self respect. Begging for a man, a woman, a raise, basic kindness? No, we don't do that here.

The first step in order for you to start respecting yourself is to respect the Universe/God. If you were brought here in this world by a higher power with infinite abilities why would you have lower value? Respect the fact that you are here now and you got to make the best out of it.

Secondly, as you work on enhancing your skills, working out, helping others and working on your dreams, you realise: "Hey! I'm actually valuable!" This seeps through into other areas of your life.

How can you disrespect yourself and walk on paths that do not serve you when you know that you are valuable? You can not. Say it to yourself: I'm valuable! I matter! I deserve respect!

Lastly, for now, set boundaries and drift away from people who do not serve your highest good. Your dad and sister make fun of you? Bye guys, see you in a couple weeks for a quick cup of coffee and that's it. You can not start respecting yourself if you spend a lot of time with people who already disrespect you. This will turn into a cycle of self loathing

I've noticed that people value you more when there is distance. Try to create that distance even if it is a boundary. Take a close trip without your partner to the mall. Make your time valuable. Say no to random requests at work. This is not about "looking like a bitch" and more like voicing yourself.