During sex she said “deeper” so I rolled over and started reading her poetry.
this is one of the greatest things i have EVER read, EVER.
CW: consensual kink
One of the best sexual experiences I ever had was when my top made me read poetry while getting caned. It was fucking AWESOME. It was supposed to be a “haha see if you can keep reading this while I inflict delicious pain to your thighs” challenged, but they picked a really great book of poems I’d never read so the adrenaline from the caning amplified my ability to read aloud and connect with the words.
See, my kinky leather identity grew firmly out of my queerness and my feminism. All three of those elements are important, and in some ways inseparable, dependent on one another. It’s important to me to pursue the sort of social justice that ensures that our consensual relationships are someday entered into from a place of roughly equal societal power. Without that aim, we’re simply perpetuating oppression.
Let me be clear: I am not saying that we need to wait until after the revolution to have the kind of sex and/or play that we want. I’m saying that we cannot turn a blind eye to the institutionalized power imbalances that affect our interpersonal relations when we’re negotiating our consensual power exchanges. To do so is venal and corrosive. To do so with a shrug and a nod to the tired catchphrase “your kink is OK” is offensive.
There, I said it."
"i can think critically about why this shitty tv show i enjoy is problematic, but i can’t possibly stop for a second to think a tiny bit about why it might be that i literally get off to violence against women, or sexualization of daddy/little girl relationships, or simulated rape. that’s just going too far."
radical queer rhetoric
thx actually i think about why it is that i get off on daddy/girl and heavy gender play all the time and am pretty selective about which partners i’m comfortable sharing that with, but it’s good to know that ignorant-ass femmes are still up to shit on the critical thinking skills and decision-making power of other femmes! i can’t even count the number of queer femmes i know who are into this kind of play and have spent years and years shitting on themselves over it, taking it apart, wondering why they like it, and worrying about what it means for them as feminists and radicals. i cannot believe how fucking condescending it is to assume that women and femmes have not thought about this shit long and hard.
kink communities can be incredibly awful in all the ways any community can be incredibly awful. for example, my own leatherdyke scene is one of the only places i see many trans women dating, fucking, and playing (i.e. it seems to be a place where the cotton ceiling is fraying), and it’s one of the most disability-conscious scenes i’ve ever been in, but it’s also unnervingly and disturbingly white. radical queers can suck at actually connecting the dots between their sex/relationship practices and truly radical community-building and politics, this is true. but if you wanna criticize a woman or a femme for playing with their own (personal or societal/systemic) trauma on their own terms, you need to sit the fuck down and shut up.
Here is a round-up of the erotic fiction I know that features characters with mental health issues. It is substantively skewed to BDSM erotic fiction, and queer erotica, as I am much more likely to read that. It is not as thorough as I…
- autoroute 20, you are drunk
- high school roleplay: we get stoned, listen to modest mouse, make brilliant observations, and dry hump. we know it’s roleplay because no one even pretends to think isaac brock is a decent human being.
terrifying butch sadist and her femme babygirl liked my message and are interested in discussing the scene with me. i am actually barely refraining from screaming like a fool at work right now. S-C-R-E-A-M-I-N-G.
oh my god we are setting a date for that three-way scene. if the date works for the other femme, that weekend is gonna be nuuuuts: faggity with my favorite dj in mtl on friday, fancy kinky threesome date on saturday, my favorite dj duo in mtl at daomé on sunday. living.the.dream. (even if i still have no idea how that terrifying sadist i approached feels about my request.)
Yes, I am asking you to submit. Submit BDSM stories to me for my brand-new collection for Cleis Press.
Deadline: November 1 (or 2, if you need to recover after Halloween)
Length: 2000-4000 words (I might take a few at 1500 words)
Payment: $75 for non-exclusive rights
What am I looking for?
"Bend over. Grip onto your ankles. Now wait for it."
The muscles tighten, release, tighten. You think you can’t hold on, hold out. You think you’re going to fail. Because you are. This is a game you can’t win.
"Did I say you could move?"
Did you move? You didn’t realize. All of your concentration is on staying still. So when the first blow lands, you forget what you were supposed to do.
"We’ll call that a warm-up."
Count. How could you forget to count? He sat you down ten minutes ago, explained exactly what was going to happen tonight. And still, you managed to fuck up. Already. And you’ve only just begun.
I’m looking for the chill in waiting for the first blow. I’m looking for the feel of the paddle, the sting of a smart remark, the wonder, hope, worry, and release.
Bind me with your words. Make me perch on the edge of my seat. Unveil your devices slowly. Let me finger the leather, feel the weight of the chrome. Thrill me.
Do I want only POV’s from subs? No. I’m open to stories from tops, bottoms, and in betweens. Maybe we call those switches. Do I want second person? Sure. But I’m game for first, third, um, fifth. I accept straight, gay, trans, orgies, dungeon scenes and Sunday afternoon picnics in the park (if they incorporate kink).
All of my standard no-nos apply. No underage. No incest. No beasts. No no-con. Any questions, please drop me a note at msalisontyler at yahoo dot com. Sub by pasting your story and a 50-word bio into an email. I like you a lot, but no attachments, please.
Aha. A potential home for that 750 words thing I wrote a few months ago!