I’m a white tme sadist (and occasional masochist) in her 30s and I’m here to blog about sex and Mike Stoklasa. I like women (all of the time), men (some of the time) and sleaze.

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I’m a white tme sadist (and occasional masochist) in her 30s and I’m here to blog about sex and Mike Stoklasa. I like women (all of the time), men (some of the time) and sleaze.

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The iron hook slid free from his shoulder with a wet metallic shriek. Something black and arterial splashed across the stones between them.
The torturer stepped back instinctively. Not out of mercy. Out of surprise. The prisoner laughed. Not loudly. Worse than loudly. Softly. Like he had just remembered a private joke older than civilization.
“You still think pain is a language,” he said.
Another blow. This time across the mouth. Teeth cracked. Blood sheeted down his chin in long ribbons.
The interrogator hissed through clenched teeth. “Tell me where God went.”
The prisoner turned his head slowly. There was blood in his smile now.
“There are organisms,” he said, “living beneath Antarctic ice that have never seen the sun and have still learned how to eat.”
The room had gone very still. Somewhere in the dark, machinery groaned.
The interrogator grabbed him by the jaw hard enough to bruise bone.
“You think this makes you immortal?”
The prisoner spat a clot of red onto the floor between them.
“No,” he whispered.
“I think it makes you temporary.”
The torches flickered.
For one impossible second, the interrogator became aware of his own pulse. The heat in his veins. The soft wetness of his eyes. The damp animal electricity inside every living thing. The prisoner watched realization bloom across his face and smiled wider, blood running between his teeth.
“You cannot threaten a creature from the dirt,” he said, “with returning to the dirt.”
— excerpt from Shit I Just Made Up To Exemplify How All This Tumblr Prose Sounds
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they need to make a movie about a hannibal-level toxic yaoi relationship between two schlubby middle-aged dudes
AND it’s gotta have the same level of gore and painfully tortured dialogue
what is going on in red letter media
Communication is key
You know, I do continually find it odd how people on this site will associate kinks and sexuality they dont like with whiteness. Like there is absolutely stuff to unpack with how kink interfaces with race as a subset of how the socially constructed category of race influences everything but I dont think that's "no black person would ever like this kink" like I just don't think thats true
I dont think white people have unique claim to perversion. That doesnt make sense
It's a weird repressive fantasy that perversion is a unique "disease" of people who have too much time on their hands, to be unsatisfied with the simple things, which, of course, the oppressed classes of people are unilaterally content with, because in their ignominy they lack desire and their oppression is their emotional identity. Incredibly white exceptionalist take
Who are you and why do i follow you
do i really have to do this every time. you are a mindless ghoul. i own you. you dig my endless pit. BACK TO WORK
There are no perverts on tumblr

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I think he should run through my holes like dysentery

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They should invent a being a sadist that isnt embarassing
You're so cute do you want to come back to my place and get kicked in the head
Hand needs to be over my mouth at all times during sex because if you let me talk I am going to start doing Bits. Unfortunately the better time I'm having the funnier I will start to find my own Bits
Crying during sex and my partner takes their hand away to check on me and I just start guffawing because I have to explain I'm imagining what Donald Duck sounds like when he nuts
People who are into CNC but also cannot physically stop themselves from doing improv comedy are an oppressed class. People think they know what CNC means but what they don't realize is that the negotiation is about me locking my ankles around you and talking to you like Seinfeld and you have to seriously consider how much longer you can stand being in the same room as me, much less fucking me, before whipping out the safeword and hurrying into your clothes. I am the aggressor here make no mistake