Category: Conversations

Talking, teasing, manipulating, debating, and delighting

It looked like you were just pushing water out of your vagina. I know where the urethra is and it certainly didn’t look like the liquid was coming out of it 😂 When I piss my lips don’t push open like that, because it’s a totally different area… I guess the dinguses are the ones really believing that was you pissing!

brat-grrl2:

yes u got me! i went 2 the store, bought a douche (can u even buy them in uk stores??) filled it up w/ water, inserted it in2 my pussy & then i filmed myself pushing the water out of my pussy 2 defraud my clients & dupe the tumblr community. i definitely didn’t just lay on my back & relax my bladder bc boy would that be 2 easy! consider: my vag prbly doesn’t look the same as urs & the ~pushing open~ was just me clenching my muscles 2 stop the flow & then relaxing them again. i’m sorry this has distressed u so much would u like a free clip bundle as compensation 4 being so stupid & pointlessly argumentative like every1 who ever enters my inbox. idk why i even logged back on 2 tumblr ur all so irritating lmao 

You people need to quit gratuitously annoying the naked girls. When you annoy the naked girls, they go away and then all we’re left with are old porn clips and men explaining feminism to themselves.

With that said, I love this conversation. If you’d told me thirty years ago that I’d be using my hand-held computer to watch women argue over how they look when they pee on themselves… well, honestly, I probably would have been a little grossed out. But then I would have been amazed.

kinkeryandgeekery:

Everytime i use nair i realize i should have left the door open. What do i forget every time? Any ventilation what so ever.

A woman’s bathroom counter is a fucking minefield for my nostrils. Half of everything there is borderline toxic, while the other half just makes me sneeze.

And yet somehow, I can still go to Best Buy to pick up an HDMI cable and end up olfactorily Pied Piper’d around the store by some delicate angel who smells like she just made love to a bed full of Care Bears and then cleaned up in a bath of unicorn spunk.

It’s in those moments that I realize witchcraft is real.

My love language is tender dehumanization

flashytitle:

I’m not the kinda girl that wants to be hit or abused. I’m not a painslut. Like not at all. Husband loves me but doesn’t fully respect me as a person. He knows I’m too stupid to make my own decisions and we’ve had conversations where I’ve done something dumb and he’d start to get upset and then he’d like stop himself, like ‘oh right, you’re just dumb, of course you didn’t think this through.’ I once compared it to kinda like how you’d regard a puppy that it’s head stuck in a fence. Like ‘aw you’re so stupid and adorable. I need to take care of you’ and it just melts my heart

That’s sweet.

Despite the whips, chains, piss, and cum that fly around here, I think a lot of girls in this corner of Tumblr probably have relationship goals that simply boil down to: “he loves me, but just can’t take me seriously as an adult, autonomous human.”

do you like rape foreplay

waywardfawnn:

…… there is foreplay involved?

Sure! Like, say, when I’m distracting you by playfully touching you with my right hand while the left is pouring something in your drink. Or when I’m running a dictionary attack against one of your accounts, so I can open it up wide and scroll through all the things you’ve prayed I’d never see. Or when I’m discreetly following you home late at night, and thinking about how your bed is going to feel when I’m in it… and you.

Of course, if I’m doing it right, you won’t actually feel the foreplay until much later. And by then, hell, you’ll have already felt much worse.

Fair warning:

dumbbigtittedslut:

I do sometimes promote or reblog pornography from (seemingly?) genuine misogynists.

•On the one hand, I feel bad about promoting these people.

•On the other hand, I don’t feel like I should ever be ashamed of what really gets me off.

To the ladies treading that fine line between sexual condemnation and social morality: I hope you consider me a filter of sorts. I do care about you as a person. As a sexual being, I know you’re garbage. I understand that you need to be both.

Love,
Dbts

I like this, for a number of reasons.

  1. That “(seemingly?)”… well, that’s just spectacular. Look at you, bending over backwards to give men the benefit of the doubt! They’re explicitly telling you that they view you as a subhuman fluid receptacle, and you dig deeper for the fly-speck of a possibility that they might just be kidding. Nice syndrome… did you get it in Stockholm?
  2. You really should.
  3. But you really do.
  4. To the ladies, you’re a filter; to the men, a target. Either way, you’re made of paper and easily disposable. Garbage knows garbage.