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My love language is touch
Being touched
Touching you
Its a language i know
Its real
I know when you grab me its real
When you hug me its real
When you fuck my throat its real
When you finger me my response is real
My squirt is physical
My moans are real
You fucking me deep and hard is real
You holding me as we cum is real
Again and again
Use your words to affirm it
But your touch is it
Well that award goes to Acco
I was going to upload a picture but it violates the rules
Basically a gym in said town ran an advert in the local press and it featured a muscly bloke in chains
Where do i sign up
If you think your town is should win the title let me know which town is the kinkiest
Im musing on my inability to express myself in hebrew
tongue/ language
If you know...you know
And you know my tongue has a language of its own.
I express my desire with my tongue
Deep passionate kisses
It swirls and glides
Carressing deep
Worshipping in a most intimate way
You are all right. We should be celebrated every day
Why I hear you ask?
On one level you desire us and we offer you a certain magic you crave, a something you cant articulate. That is, worth celebrating.
Ill tell you once and once again
But I dont have to
Its im my touch
Its the way i look at you
My quirky smile
My dirty laugh
The care i give
My careless reackless hedonistic ways
My quiet introverted days
Its that certain something you cannot be without
However..how did half the global population end up with this one day. Take it away my Russian aunties. I do believe women were recognised my Lenin for the role the played in the revolution. Bread and communism. To be celebrated on March 8th in the gergorian calendar
Its definatley political in its origins and women
In my opinion its a day that needs to be kept and honoured.
Its for all the sisters who have their rights stripped away. From Iran to Afgahnistan they cant show hair or face
Its,for those giants of the movements thst have granted us civil rights and equality.
I dont take you for granted
Im proud to stand on the shoulders of
Emeline Pankhurst
Mary Wollstonecraft
Ada Lovelace
Wi Yu
Rosalind Franklin
Anne Wojcicki
Frida Khalo
Our very own Golda
Mary Seacole
Kate Bush
George Eliot
Marie Stopes
Lilly Parr
Elizabeth Fry
Boudica
Margret Beaufort
Jane Goodall
Grace Hopper
The list goes on. Trailblazers all of them
Yet. Today womens voices are silenced
Rights eroded
Safe spaces taken away
Rapes denied
Not by you or me
But its there
So International Womens day remains a cause of celebration
A reminder that we matter. Not just to the man who makes you quiver but to the world we in habit
If you talk with your cock
I answer with my pussy
If you talk with your brain
I answer with my mind.
If you talk with your soul
I answer with my whole
If you talk with your heart
I answer
Winds howl when they rage. Rain lashes when emotions break through restraint. The weather is not background. It is part of me and my system.
I feel that now. I am in a storm of my own. The noise passes, the sky eventually clears, but the feelings remain, charged in the air, lingering like damp in the walls. Just because the thunder stops does not mean the heart is suddenly calm. Some storms move through us. Others leave debris behind.
Sometimes I am
Blank
Devoid of thought
Blank
Emotions removed
Blank
Empty of soul
Blank
Bring me back to life
Breathe into me
Find a place
Where the space is full
Men
Dont get so excited that you lose control
Is it that exciting
I mean yes it is
Take your time
Maybe I am controlling
The thought of my sexuality
My kinks
My innocence
Born of experience
And it excites you
I’ve always known there was something powerful in submission. It’s not about weakness, but about trust and the freedom that comes with letting go. For a long time, it felt like this. I acted on this but I was unsure of how to express my needs and desires. I was unsure if it was normal. I was unsure if anyone else felt this way. I mean I am not special, unique or diferent.
But then I read Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, he was the guy from who the term masochist evolved.
I’d already encountered the works of de Sade, which focused on dominance and control, but Sacher-Masoch’s writing spoke to me in a different way. In Venus in Furs, he showed me something I hadn’t quite realised. I realised that submission can be an active choice, a way of finding strength through surrender. His characters weren’t just enduring pain for its own sake. They were choosing it because, in doing so, they were able to experience a deeper emotional release and connection.
What really struck me is that masochism, at least in Sacher-Masoch’s world, isn’t about being passive. It’s about finding freedom in vulnerability, about giving up control while still holding on to your sense of self. For the first time, I felt like someone had written what was in my head, something real and human. Submission, for me, has always been about choosing to surrender, not because you have to, but because you want to. And Sacher-Masoch gave me the words to understand that.
I was listening to a podcast about the Marquis de Sade
If your English is good I recommend the Rest is History with Tom Holland ( not spiderman) and Domanic Sandbrook
I did try reading the 120 days of Sodom and never got far
I tried Justine and Juliette. Same
What these historians gave was an sight to the historical times and De Sades beliefs
Facinating
Did not realise he was a masocist
Did not realise his philosophy was so deep and globally influencial
Did not realise he was imprisoned without trial
He escaped execution
Truly remarkable considering he spent much of his life in prison
He was a real genius
