Efah Was Feeling A Bit Left Out

got my hands on a field guide of californian bugs and i found that there's this one bee species in southern california that looks like this

(Actual bugs under the cut, CW for insects)

that "OKAY SO" before someone u love starts infodumping........ most blessed feeling in the world

reading the source code of a videogame and playing it perfectly in my head

Finally got a clear shot of noonoo carrying her spring, it's her favourite toy

letterpress postcards by Pottering Cat, Japan

no one talks abt it but domspace is so real. yes of course sometimes when you pet your sub's head or kiss them in the right spot they'll whine and open up and get so pliant, but have you ever thought about how you flip a switch with your dom? have you ever noticed how sometimes you say something suggestive or bend over or do something that pushes their buttons and their eyes gloss over and their upper lip starts to lift into a snarl? how their voice drops five octaves and suddenly every sentence ends with some condescending pet name? how their hand forms a fist and that sweet goofy person they usually are just isn't home anymore? how when you call them sir or daddy or master they grip your legs a little tighter, how they start to lose their mind in the pain in their hand from spanking you so many times? how quickly the pet names become bitch and whore and slut and fleshlight as you scratch down their back and moan for them? i just think it's an understudied phenomenon is all. unrelated does anyone want to do research

men, minors, and inc3st/dd1g/cn€ kink blogs dni

yurimaxxing 😭

So this is great and all, but gatekeeping allyship with transfems? More people should read theory, great thesis. Posting at a broad swath of "fake" allies about how it's fucked up to say good things without being fully informed? Not really helping. We can in fact get TME allies to understand without calling them bullshit. Fuck anyone telling transfems to talk less about this or be quieter, I know how that goes, and I refuse to let that be the critique here. But there are so many better ways to advocate for our rights and needs. If you feel like most of the people posting nice things directed at transfems are a threat or somehow impeding progress, consider how helpful this rhetoric is. Alienation is how we get our solidarity fucked, not everyone that should or wants to will read theory, consider whether you knew that when you talk about this, if a large chunk of your target audience *will not* do it, are you not just giving yourself an excuse to paint them as the villain? I'm begging: redirect your energy, you can write posts that demand genuine understanding, that make the case for how transmisogyny is killing us, and what people on this site can do to help, but it's so much more effective to provide the education yourself. Yes that's work, but so is this. Stop biting people coming to try and understand, this theory is uncomfortable enough on its own. We can and should be pushing people to understand us, but do it effectively, for fucks sake. Be loud, demand understanding, accept empathy when it arrives.

hey, TME people: cut the bullshit. you’re only allowed to post shit like “we love & support trans women on this blog” if you’re willing to actually do some transfeminist reading. general kindness & good vibes isn’t enough any more — you have to pay attention to our political struggles, you have to follow up that general kindness with actual honest to god theory. start with Whipping Girl by Julia Serano, which is the origin of the word “transmisogyny”

gabv1el sketches..

As someone who grew up in a city there's something about all the bustle that I find so comforting.

You'll never see every inch of this place, there's simply too much, too many people. So you find the few stores you frequent, the few places you like going, the few people whose faces you recognize. You find your locations and people of interest, and those map onto your brain like the few interactable things in a videogame.

I have no earthly idea what goes on in the buildings between my favorite book store and my favorite cafe, but those places are mine, they're my little parts of this impossibly big place. A hundred faces will pass by on the street, but when I recognize that one guy who's always hanging out in that one place, then I feel like I'm home.