The Dark Lord (Voldemort)

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Anyway, I agree trans activism has a lot of issues. My issue with radical feminism is about the basic ideas, where radical feminists treat the only difference between men and women to be genitals. I'm not really being accusatory because of course radfems aren't stupid and they understand that there are other differences too, but I do think there's a lack of focus on that because they might make them understandably uncomfortable. Not mental, I don't believe in that, but the physical differences themselves can have tremendous impacts practically because the whole world is physical in the end. Personality is, when push comes to shove, secondary. That's my main problem with the idea of gender abolition. Biology itself just has so much effects practically that while gender abolition can work individually, whole societies being structured without acknowledging those sex differences just doesn't make any sense to me.

Respectfully, it sounds like you never fully grasped the idea that sex and gender are completely different.

Radfems acknowledge the differences between the sexes, and the importance of recognising these differences. We absolutely don’t treat the only difference as being genitals. For example, we acknowledge that men and women have different physical strengths (men have more brute strength, women have more survival strength). We also acknowledge that the current society is built around men’s strengths to make it look like men are the physically strong ones (sports being catered to the male body). We also obviously acknowledge the way that men use their strength against women to hurt us.

The biggest problem with making identity central to activism, especially in social media (doubly so on blogging platforms like tumblr), is that it's lead a lot of people both inside and outside of radical feminism to attach the identity of "radfem" to themselves or others who simply don't align with it based on only one (if even understood correctly to begin with) of several principles. People have forgotten that feminism is, first and foremost, an activist movement. It's not something you inherently are, it's something you actively engage with. It involves learning and action.

So when people write things like this insinuating they can be convinced to become a radical feminist, as though it's a club they're waiting to be sold on and put in their bio, especially when it always comes down to the issue of gender abolition and nothing else, it already exposes a fundamental misunderstanding of what radical feminism is at it's core. Which is being an activist in the fight for the liberation of women from under, and the dismantling of, patriarchy.

Anon, what are your opinions on the nuclear family? Have you thought much about women as the primary victims in war? Have you thought about how socioeconomic disadvantage impacts women uniquely? Do you maybe support the sex industry? Or the beauty industry still? Do you know why radical feminists want to dismantle these industries? If I were to ask you if you were PIV sex critical, would you have opinion on it? Do you know the fundamental differences between radical feminism and other branches of feminism? Are you a part of any feminist groups in your local area? Do you centre women in your daily life?

If you are struggling with the concept of gender abolition, then have you considered doing any feminist reading outside of tumblr to get a full grasp of these ideas and what they mean in the wider context of female liberation?

As for the questions you've raised, I do have opinions on all of those and they're not simple ones, but the conversation I'm actually trying to have is about mechanism and whether this framework actually solve the problem it identifies. My issue isn't with gender abolition as an aspiration in the abstract but that the physical power differences between the sexes (which predates human culture entirely) cannot be neutralised by dismantling social constructs and a framework that cannot account for that gap between theory and mechanism isn't something I can fully commit to, regardless of how much of the rest I agree with.

I already sent an ask to @vintage-bentley , who's very intelligent and I'd love to hear her thoughts on it, but I'll just copy and paste it here for you as well:

'Moo,' Moola mooed coquettishly.

'Moo,' Moola mooed coquettishly.

Also, my dear Melissa, have you ever used these as sex toys?

Three steps brought him close to Bellatrix. He fisted his hand in her hair, her dark curls wrapping round his fingers as he yanked her head back and kissed her hard. When he released her she was panting, lips already swollen and wet, her breasts heaving beneath the silk of her robes.

'Speaking of toys...'

He withdrew the dildo from his robes and held it up between them, watching Bella's heavily-lidded eyes widen as she recognised the exact replica of his cock: eight inches of pale silicone that he'd spent hours perfecting with spell work, copying every vein that ran along the shaft, the slight leftward curve, the foreskin, even the texture of skin. He'd reproduced every detail precisely because if she was going to have a substitute when he was occupied elsewhere, it would be perfect.

'I crafted this specifically for you, Bella.'

She she'd her robes immediately. Her undergarments too were unlaced and discarded until she stood naked before him. He looked at her and his cock hardened fully in his robes, because Bellatrix naked was a sight that never failed to please him. Those ample, delectable breasts with their dark nipples, nipples already stiffening in the cool air, the narrow dip of her waist flaring into wide hips, the curve of her arse, the dark thatch of curls between thighs that were already trembling with anticipation, the Dark Mark stark and black on her pale forearm.

She was exquisite, by far the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and he'd seen plenty of witches throw themselves at him over the decades. None of them compared to this, to her.

'Get on the bed.'

She scrambled to obey, climbing onto the crimson silk sheets and lying back without needing to be told. Her legs fell open automatically. He activated the toy, watching her hips jerk at the sound alone. Her cunt clenched around nothing, already wet and ready for him even though he hadn't touched her yet..

'You want this?' He pressed the silicone head against her inner thigh, dragging it slowly through the wetness coating her folds, circling her clit just to watch her thighs shake, just to hear the whimper that escaped her.

'Yes, my Lord,' she gasped, e

Her hands were fisting in the silk sheets. He pushed the phallus inside her, her back arching off the bed as he worked it deeper. Her cunt stretches around the shape and size of him, taking it the way she'd taken his actual cock countless times before. He held it there, buried to the base, whilst free hand moved to her breast.

He cupped it, squeezing gently at first, feeling the soft flesh yield beneath his fingers, and then he kneaded it harder, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He released one breast to grab the other, giving it the same attention, the same exploration.

'My Lord,' she moaned, and her hips were trying to move so she could fuck herself on the toy, but he held it still inside her.

'Patience,' he said mildly, and he began to move the dildo inlong slow strokes that had her moaning with each thrust. His other hand continued to massage her breasts, alternating between them, squeezing and kneading and pinching her nipples until they were red and swollen.

'Does this please you?' he asked, increasing the speed slightly, watching her face contort.

'Yes — yes, my Lord —'

'this is a gift for you, for when I'm occupied elsewhere,' he said.

He leant down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard whilst the toy continued to fuck her. Her fingers flew up to tangle in his robes and pull him closer. He released her nipple with a wet pop and moved to the other one, laving it with his tongue, grazing it gently with his teeth. All the while the dildo kept fucking her.

'You're quite responsive tonight,' he murmured against her breast. He could feel her heartbeat beneath his lips.

'More,' she begged, and tears were gathering at the corners of her eyes. 'Faster, harder, please —'

He obliged, increasing the speed of his thrusts. His eyes were fixed intently on her lovely, flushed face, watching the way her mouth had fallen open and her eyes had rolled back into her head. Her thighs were trembling now. Her breathing had gone ragged and desperate, little gasps and moans escaping despite his hand on her throat, and he knew she was close. He always knew when she was close because he'd spent years learning every tell, every sign, every minute shift in her expression that signalled her approaching orgasm.

She cried out, her hips bucking off the bed. He had to pin her down with his forearm across her hips to keep her still whilst he worked her towards her peak, fucking her hard with the silicone replica of his cock.

'My Lord — my Lord —'

She was sobbing now, her whole body shaking, and then she shattered, her cunt clenching round the toy as she screamed. Wetness gushed out around the silicone and soaked the sheets beneath her.

He deactivated the toy with a flick of his wand and withdrew it slowly, setting it aside on the bedside table, and then he unfastened his own robes because watching her come had made his cock leak with the need to fuck her himself.

He shrugged out of his robes and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her spread thighs.

Also, my dear Melissa, have you ever used these as sex toys?

Also, my dear Melissa, have you ever used these as sex toys?

On the flipside a child of Voldemort is an interesting concept for me, if the child is a good person and has to wrestle with the weight of having an evil parent.