LGBTQIA+ Daily Vibe II

[stickygirl]

Bang goes another thread overrun by cum- swilling donkey dicks . Jeez fc as if there weren’t enough of those threads already

 

[liqueur]

Mood: suicidal
Listening to: blood pressure pounding in my head
Wearing: grey pajama set with white stars

Hang on. (hugs as needed)

 

[liqueur]

Bang goes another thread overrun by cum- swilling donkey dicks . Jeez fc as if there weren’t enough of those threads already

As I mentioned earlier in another thread, on Literotica LGBTQIA seems to mean bi-Male (with a very capital “M”) or bicurious

 

[liqueur]

As I mentioned earlier in another thread, on Literotica LGBTQIA seems to mean bi-Male (with a very capital “M”) or bicurious

Apropos: This might be the right place to talk about sometime that angsts me a bit (tell me if it doesn't belong here). Increasingly, I witness a dichotomy in my personally.

One part is the queer part, which is why I'm here on this thread. That part has been with me since my earliest memories. She's on the femme side, as gender goes. She's gentle, quiet, and sensitive, but also quite political. Sexually, she longs for penetration, but of the most gentle and tender sort. She was never allowed to express herself in my early years, and I've spent most of my adult years first coming to terms with her within me, and then trying to understand how she can authentically express herself.

The other part is mālesque. He is very kinky, and his primary kink is humiliation. The reasons for this might be obvious if you imagine a male-bodied person with an inconcealably tender and sensitive aspect of his personality growing up and coming of age in the 50s and 60s in Rural Marlboro America. His ostensible Maleness was pounded into to him from the moment those earliest vague symptoms of queerness began to be sensed by his parents and siblings.

Humiliation was a steady diet, and early on— like any other form of masochism— a craving for it developed, and became cathected as an indelible persistent aspect of his personality. @stickygirl, it is to this mālesque persona that those “cum-swilling donkey dick” threads you refer to appeal. They find so many ways to tease his humiliation kink.

At this stage in my life it would be neither realistic nor even fair to say that one of these two aspects is “real" and the other should be rooted out and done away with. They are both part of who I am, and for the most part I'm more or less at peace with both of them. But occasionally, the tension between them becomes too much, and I long to find some way to more effectively integrate them.

 

[stickygirl]

Apropos: This might be the right place to talk about sometime that angsts me a bit (tell me if it doesn't belong here). Increasingly, I witness a dichotomy in my personally.

One part is the queer part, which is why I'm here on this thread. That part has been with me since my earliest memories. She's on the femme side, as gender goes. She's gentle, quiet, and sensitive, but also quite political. Sexually, she longs for penetration, but of the most gentle and tender sort. She was never allowed to express herself in my early years, and I've spent most of my adult years first coming to terms with her within me, and then trying to understand how she can authentically express herself.

The other part is mālesque. He is very kinky, and his primary kink is humiliation. The reasons for this might be obvious if you imagine a male-bodied person with an inconcealably tender and sensitive aspect of his personality growing up and coming of age in the 50s and 60s in Rural Marlboro America. His ostensible Maleness was pounded into to him from the moment those earliest vague symptoms of queerness began to be sensed by his parents and siblings.

Humiliation was a steady diet, and early on— like any other form of masochism— a craving for it developed, and became cathected as an indelible persistent aspect of his personality. @stickygirl, it is to this mālesque persona that those “cum-swilling donkey dick” threads you refer to appeal. They find so many ways to tease his humiliation kink.

At this stage in my life it would be neither realistic nor even fair to say that one of these two aspects is “real" and the other should be rooted out and done away with. They are both part of who I am, and for the most part I'm more or less at peace with both of them. But occasionally, the tension between them becomes too much, and I long to find some way to effectively integrate them.

There’s quite a lot to unpack there but if you needed a badge I’d say you were genderfluid but on the sub side.

I can’t begin to imagine how fucked up life was growing up in the 50/60s so well done for figuring yourself out. I’ve noticed that a lot of guys find themselves questioning their sexuality later in life - maybe when the social expectations on a younger man have abated. You can do your own thing now without people judging you so much.

My frustrated rantlette was over a lgbtqia thread that is actually titled to encourage non- sexual discussion that has been taken over with posts ….about sex

No wonder that trans people don’t stay on lit for long when they are constantly objectified.

 

[liqueur]

if you needed a badge I’d say you were genderfluid but on the sub side.

Actually, I don't need a badge. But some people don't know how to relate to you without one, and for them I identify as genderqueer. And yes, most definitely a sub.

I can’t begin to imagine how fucked up life was growing up in the 50/60s so well done for figuring yourself out.

Thank you

No wonder trans people don’t stay on lit for long when they are constantly objectified.

I surely hear you

 

[Zrosey]

No wonder that trans people don’t stay on lit for long when they are constantly objectified.

I'm glad you stayed around long enough for me to be able to read lots of your posts!
Honestly surprised you have been here this long.....

 

[liqueur]

No wonder that trans people don’t stay on lit for long

Or women, in general. Take as an example the thread posted by a woman, asking other women if they are able to climax through PIV sex. The thread is only one month old, four pages and growing— almost entirely MEN, pontificating on the subject.

 

[stickygirl]

I’ve asked myself that question and have had a few breaks. I think it’s more to do with my autism and feeling it’s familiar. I’ve tried other sites but meh … not always good experiences. Plus my writing- there are some useful convos

I'm glad you stayed around long enough for me to be able to read lots of your posts!
Honestly surprised you have been here this long.....

 

[stickygirl]

Or women, in general. Take as an example the thread posted by a woman, asking other women if they are able to climax through PIV sex. The thread is only one month old, four pages and growing— almost entirely MEN, pontificating on the subject.

Yeah agreed, I’ve said before that Lit is like the sparring program in the matrix. A good place to discover how people can be in the real world, especially when I was transitioning

 

[liqueur]

I’ve asked myself that questio

I do hope you stay. I came back here after a couple year's absence. I'd been spending most of my online time on FetLife— but feeling increasingly alienated there... Came here again, hoping to find some community.

 

[ClockworkCourtesan]

Got a bit of waxing done, brows and butt. Was looking unkempt. Few more appointments and grocery shopping to go, then my day is done. Anyone have any good skin care tips and routines? I feel mine might be getting too aggressive.

 

[coati]

I'm glad you stayed around long enough for me to be able to read lots of your posts!
Honestly surprised you have been here this long.....

Stickygirl is one of the bright spots on Lit. She speaks her mind in a straightforward and civil way, and sets a great example for the rest of us to follow.

Simple honesty can be so refreshing.

 

[ClockworkCourtesan]

Electrolysis today. Waxing yesterday. I am a glutton for punishment. Even broke out the leather corset top. Can't be to comfortable. Went heavy on the make-up, feeling a touchy slutty.

Mood: *maniacal laughter* attention seeking
Wearing: leather corset top, black tang junior techwear cargo pants, mid calf motorcycle boots.
Listening to: Lizzy Wizzy (Grimes) - Delicate Weapon

 

[liqueur]

Got a bit of waxing done, brows and butt.

I'd like to know more about waxing one's butt. Is that something you can do solo? (I've always presented as male, for reasons i won't go into now, and am so terribly ignorant about femme-ish grooming)

 

[ClockworkCourtesan]

I'd like to know more about waxing one's butt. Is that something you can do solo? (I've always presented as male, for reasons i won't go into now, and am so terribly ignorant about femme-ish grooming)

You can try. But I would not recommend it. I'd avoid "chain" locations, find a salon/spa and inquire about waxing. Hardest part is getting over having some random person play around with your, equipment, the first couple times. After that, well, ain't shy 'bout nothing. As far presenting and all that, they've seen it all, and at the end of the day, it's just money in their pockets.

 

[Wag_that_tail86]

Apropos: This might be the right place to talk about sometime that angsts me a bit (tell me if it doesn't belong here). Increasingly, I witness a dichotomy in my personally.

One part is the queer part, which is why I'm here on this thread. That part has been with me since my earliest memories. She's on the femme side, as gender goes. She's gentle, quiet, and sensitive, but also quite political. Sexually, she longs for penetration, but of the most gentle and tender sort. She was never allowed to express herself in my early years, and I've spent most of my adult years first coming to terms with her within me, and then trying to understand how she can authentically express herself.

The other part is mālesque. He is very kinky, and his primary kink is humiliation. The reasons for this might be obvious if you imagine a male-bodied person with an inconcealably tender and sensitive aspect of his personality growing up and coming of age in the 50s and 60s in Rural Marlboro America. His ostensible Maleness was pounded into to him from the moment those earliest vague symptoms of queerness began to be sensed by his parents and siblings.

Humiliation was a steady diet, and early on— like any other form of masochism— a craving for it developed, and became cathected as an indelible persistent aspect of his personality. @stickygirl, it is to this mālesque persona that those “cum-swilling donkey dick” threads you refer to appeal. They find so many ways to tease his humiliation kink.

At this stage in my life it would be neither realistic nor even fair to say that one of these two aspects is “real" and the other should be rooted out and done away with. They are both part of who I am, and for the most part I'm more or less at peace with both of them. But occasionally, the tension between them becomes too much, and I long to find some way to more effectively integrate them.

You beautifully describe the tension that I suspect many of us feel. Less so about humiliation for me, but at times strong feminine and submissive feelings. The challenging is finding a way for our masculine and feminine selves, or straight and non-straight identities, to exist in harmony. I applaud those who have found that balance.

 

[liqueur]

You beautifully describe the tension that I suspect many of us feel.

Thank you. I'm glad this resonates.

 

[liqueur]

find a salon/spa and inquire about waxing.

Thank you. No, nothing like that in the rural area where i live. And given the current climate, I'm pretty sure even if I found a place, male-resembling folks would be profoundly unwelcome.

 

[AlexBailey]

A bit sappy and spiritual here….

My dad passed a few years ago. He was a bit of an enigma for several reasons. On one hand he was conservative and judgmental. On the other hand he could be compassionate and could change his stubborn mind after enough reflection. I’m also pretty sure he had a secret kinky side that he enjoyed partly vicariously through me as I experimented with gender expression and sexuality.

My parents divorced when I was young and soon after my mother remarried, on a whim my dad took me to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show at a place where the audience acted it out every Saturday night, years before I’d even had my first kiss. It caused a fight between him and my very religious Mother and Stepfather - they were scared for my soul and were terrified that I might be gay until I started dating girls, never mind that many of them were lesbians.

Anyway, I stepped into a mostly cis male presentation while raising my kids and had just started coming out again shortly before he died. I never had the conversation with him about my identity, there wasn’t really a need, but ever since he died I’ve felt his presence from time to time and wondered how he would have reacted if he knew my truth.

My dad was an avid musician and played with many other artists over the years. This morning I came across a new tranche of YouTube videos an old friend of his posted. When I cued them up and hit play I could ‘feel’ his presence in a spooky way. The first two songs were ones I remember him playing from when I was a kid - both were written as kind of sappy love songs but they both had strong messages of acceptance - all of the words were basically about seeing beyond the surface and loving the real person hidden within.

Whatever it was it left me with a new feeling of mutual respect and closure with my father.

 

[Zrosey]

Today was a sweet day of aimless wanders out on the tundra. Much time was spent watching inconsequential things like clouds, lovely wildflowers bowing to the wind, bugs going about their mysterious lives and thru it all I had my hot pot of tea to keep me focused.

Listening to: the occasional breeze
Wearing: shorts an sport bra
Mood: oh so relaxed and feeling sleepy

 

[Wag_that_tail86]

Today was a sweet day of aimless wanders out on the tundra. Much time was spent watching inconsequential things like clouds, lovely wildflowers bowing to the wind, bugs going about their mysterious lives and thru it all I had my hot pot of tea to keep me focused.

Listening to: the occasional breeze
Wearing: shorts an sport bra
Mood: oh so relaxed and feeling sleepy

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Wildflowers remind us that beauty exists everywhere, if we take the time to be aware.

 

[stickygirl]

Wildflowers remind us that beauty exists everywhere, if we take the time to be aware.

... but as a gardener they can be a nuisance too
I've just picked my first sugar snaps and we'll have them in supper

 

[Wag_that_tail86]

... but as a gardener they can be a nuisance too
I've just picked my first sugar snaps and we'll have them in supper

Enjoy, must be nice to go right from the garden to your table.

 

[liqueur]

I've just picked my first sugar snaps and we'll have them in supper

Oh, lovely! I'm jealous. Well, no, but envious...

... as a gardener they can be a nuisance too

You know, i gardened all my life (until my new place— I just haven't had the wherewithal to start a new one here). I learned from my father, and in my early years, I was like him. Every weed must be dealt with, everything must be in perfect order (to banish the disorder from our respective lives). But slowly, over the years I began to learn about beneficial “weeds,” and harmless ones, and joyful ones. In my last garden before I moved, there were wild daisies and black-eyed susans in every little unplanted spot, there was comfrey everywhere, and the peas and beans were full of wood sorrel and bachelors buttons