~Allergic to capitalism~

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Being attracted to any kind of body is normal. Fat bodies. Trans bodies. Disabled bodies. All normal. Being extra attracted to a specific kind of body is normal too. Totally normal to have a type.

Not unlearning the societal stigma attached to those kinds of bodies, the people who inhabit those bodies, and the people who fuck them, to the point where you do any of the following:

Only want to date/fuck the person in secret.

Reduce the person to the feature that you desire and ignore the rest of who they are as a person.

Expect the person to be a walking porn fantasy instead of a real person with their own sexual preferences and boundaries.

Would no longer love the person if the stigmatized aspect of their body changed.

Consider yourself superior to the person, think the person should be 'grateful' that you love their body, etc.

See the person as a temporary adventure while planning to eventually settle down with someone whose body isn't stigmatized.

Is bad and harmful and you shouldn't be dating anyone until you've worked on your shit, because this makes you a very terrible partner. This doesn't mean you are a bad person with bad-fetishist-desires who can only desire people badly, it means you need to unlearn societal stigma so you can be a better partner to the people you desire.

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond. 

Like, if right now you don't make any noises in response to sexual stimuli or pain or whatever, that's fine. I imagine you might even have some trauma to work through. An environment you needed to be quiet in, a belief the sounds you did make were inappropriate, or some other taboo against noise.

But, you can change yourself. Rather easily, too. Just start making the noises you wish you made. It'll feel silly at first. Well, maybe it'll feel hot at first, too. I highly recommend perceiving it as hot. But it'll feel performative in any case.

And if you keep going, it'll become automatic. You'll shortcut the process. You'll forget to notice the intent. Learn to use it and use it without thinking. And eventually you'll have to stop yourself from not using it.

Plenty of the time it's actively beneficial too. Helps with pain tolerance, and I'd expect other kinds of sensitivity too. You're a social animal, it's comfortable to perform a social component. It's useful to do so for just your own mind.

stop acting as if someone can’t enjoy both erotica and literary fiction or classics. it’s not some dichotomy.

stop acting as if erotic art can’t be poignant and meaningful. and that includes all erotic art - not just fine art.

stop insisting that sex scenes or erotic material ruin movies and shows just because you, personally, get icked out watching it.

Tarantino’s “favorite editor” was Sally JoAnne Menke who edited all of Tarantino’s films until she died.

Because naming and credit is important, especially when you’re talking about women not getting credit and recognition of their work as named individuals.

If you want to know more about women in early filmmaking (emphasis American) and the sociology of how different roles were divided, gendered, and re-gendered in the first decades, I highly recommend Women Filmmakers in Early Hollywood by Karen Ward Mahar.  

The combat doll is shaking slightly under the domestic doll's touch. Its head is facing away from the domestic doll, but it knows that if it could see the combat doll's cheeks, they would be wet with tears.

The domestic doll does not know what to do for the combat doll, nor does it even know precisely what the combat doll is feeling. But, the combat doll was initially in a near panic, and the other doll's touch seems to be soothing for it. The domestic doll starts humming a tune under its breath.

It carefully threads its way through the combat doll's long strands of hair. The combat doll started growing it out shortly after it started to live with the domestic doll. The domestic doll thought it looks very nice, and it was very soft under its hands.

The combat doll is growing stiller and cooler in the domestic doll's lap. The other doll keeps gently massaging the combat doll's head. After a long while, it starts to hear a very light snoring from the doll in its lap, and it smiles to itself.

The domestic doll keeps one hand on the combat doll's head, and with its other hand, it grabs a blanket sitting next to the sofa both dolls are seated or laying on.

It needs to remove its hand from the combat doll's head in order to fully spread the blanket out over the sleeping doll, which elicits a sleepy groan from it. But as soon as the blanket is settled and the domestic doll's hands return to the combat doll's head, it stills again and makes a contented little noise.