Mad Leviathan Arts

"I wish to propose to you a new term, one that has been missing for a long time: “circlusion,” or, if you prefer a purer latinate, “circumclusion.” It denotes the antonym of penetration. It refers to the same physical process, but from the opposite perspective. Penetration means pushing something––a shaft or a nipple––into something else––a ring or a tube. Circlusion means pushing something––a ring or a tube––onto something else––a nipple or a shaft. The ring and the tube are rendered active. That’s all there is to it.

Penetration isn’t power. Receiving isn’t surrender. What we’re reacting to is the social script of the penetrator: this body takes, that body is taken. This is most visible in how the female body is read. Femininity is culturally positioned as receptive, penetrable, acted upon—less a mode of agency than a surface something happens to.

As a femme dom, my domination often involves penetration—but it isn’t located there. It lives in the dynamic: authority, framing, guidance, the shaping of desire. There is no situation in which I become submissive simply because I’m being fucked. I’m not yielding control. I’m exercising it.

Queer people tend to get this. We have history in language: dom/sub for dynamic, top/bottom for preference. We’re less invested in pretending presentation predicts desire. That separation matters.

In many cis/het femdom spaces, the fantasy is doing something specific: it’s negotiating power that already exists outside the scene. For some cis male subs, the erotic charge is bound up in taboo or transgression; for some cis women, dominance carries the thrill of stepping into authority that isn’t culturally assumed.

Lesbian dynamics don’t always start from the same baseline. Two women may still carry differences—race, class, history, trauma, anatomy—but we aren’t entering the scene with dominance already assigned by gender alone. We begin with a closer approximation of shared social power. The pleasure isn’t in stealing authority; it’s in choosing, together, to redistribute it.

Is the body ever free of social scripting? Maybe not entirely. But it can be freer—when we separate mechanics from meaning, anatomy from intention, and inherited power from chosen dynamic.

Nudity, Shame, and the Hypocrisy of Society

It is one of the great paradoxes of our time: confident naked bodies are censored, while a female nipple is seen as more dangerous than hate speech or fake news freely circulating under the guise of freedom of expression. Words and images that divide and harm are allowed, yet the most natural thing in the world – the human body – is still treated as scandalous.

This taboo is deeply rooted in our culture and has been shaped for centuries, particularly by religion. The body has long been framed as a source of guilt, sexuality reduced solely to reproduction. Pleasure, lust, and sensuality were branded as sinful – something to control, discipline, and suppress. This mindset alienated us: from our own bodies, from our natural sexuality, and from ourselves.

We see the results everywhere. Nudity is considered indecent, obscene, or even dangerous, while pornography and hypersexualized images dominate the media. But these depictions bear little resemblance to reality. Instead, they create false ideals, impossible standards, and a distorted sense of sexuality. Young people grow up internalizing shame and insecurity, learning that their bodies are not enough. The consequences are anxiety, self-hatred, and a fractured relationship with intimacy.

Yet the body is nothing but human. Penises, breasts, labia, bellies, scars, and wrinkles – they come in infinite variations, and it is precisely this diversity that makes them normal. Instead of embracing this, society hides it, edits it, or surgically reshapes it to fit narrow ideals. Religion, morality, and media together have taught us to be ashamed of what should be most natural.

A healthier approach would mean reclaiming the naked body as normal, free of shame. Nudity is not pornography, nor is it a threat. It is a simple fact of human existence, an expression of freedom and self-acceptance. To reconnect sexuality with lust, joy, and authenticity – rather than reducing it to reproduction or consumption – would free us from centuries of misplaced guilt.

I know this from my own life. I only learned to accept and even love my body after the age of 30. As a teenager, I often felt dirty and guilty after masturbation, carrying the heavy burden of shame that religion and society had instilled. It was only through self-confrontation and the decision to show myself publicly – through self-portraits on my Tumblr blog – that I began to let go of this shame. Sharing my body was a form of self-therapy, a way of learning to see myself as natural and enough.

I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

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It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

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