The "no politics in furry" crowd not beating the allegations that their politics are always derisive and steeped in a mixture of self-loathing, assimilationism, and regressive reactionary stances. Every goddamn time.
I've spent this morning saving all my posts from Cohost and putting them all down in a file and I've think I've amassed a collection of poems that I could consider publishing. Now it's just the "okay, I have this, what now" question in my head.
"You don't really talk about Korius much." Because there are only so many ways to discuss my fractured heart and the empty chairs in this room. There is only so many ways to describe a haunted house I constantly flee from. I can only focus on the quiet longings so long before becoming overwhelmed.
"I don't actually imagine a better world and more free formulations of relationships and power exchanges and equality, I just read something about subjugation and want to utilize kink as another form of reinforcement of patriarchy and traditionalism," they say without irony. Burn your pup hood.
Kink is political. It amazes me sometimes just how many politically regressive people engage in kink space because for a lifestyle that embraces freedom and mutuality and autonomy, they certainly don't practice it in real life. It's all just fantasy roleplay to them.
Giving the alpha a back massage and grabbed out my anatomy and physiology textbook to assist me with muscle groups and positioning and was having doing diagrams. If I don't end up a nurse, I'll do massage therapy. Or maybe just do both and moonlight.
That "day after" feeling you get after getting fucked that just lingers on and on.