Dear Men On Tumblr,

Dear Men on Tumblr,

Many of you run porn blogs, message women, and when they eventually realize your intentions are purely sexual, suddenly it’s: “I just wanted to talk.”

Really? What exactly did you expect? That people would trust you blindly? That they’d believe you’re here to build a real friendship, to have deep conversations, to form a genuine connection?

Here’s the truth:

Many of you are willing to invest time. Days, weeks, sometimes even months. You build trust. You ask harmless questions. You listen. You pretend to care. All just to reach that one day: when she finally lets her guard down, and you use that trust as your weapon.

You tell the same story every time:

Single. Looking for something long-term. Not into one-night stands. Just haven’t met the right one yet. Meanwhile, your wife and three kids are sitting in the other room.

You charm. You ask questions. Then the chat gets more intimate. Photos start to get exchanged. And then suddenly, you want more. Always more.

And let’s make one thing very clear:

No one wants your unsolicited dick pic. No one. You’re horny. You’re desperate. And somehow you think sending a piece of meat is going to spark connection? How stupid can you be? That’s not flirtation. That’s sexual coercion.

You’re forcing someone to look at your (often hideous) genitals without consent. Do you really believe someone’s going to say:

“Wow, what a beautiful dick. I should reply immediately.”

You think that’s how this works? It’s not about the dick. It never was. It’s about connection. About chemistry. About actually knowing someone and building something real. A dick without depth is just skin. And no one is here for that.

And another warning:

Be cautious with blogs that have no pictures at all. So many young, naive girls are following faceless blogs (blogs like mine, and they get obsessed).

Ask yourself this:

Why doesn’t the blog owner post a photo of himself?Is it because he’s sweet and attractive, just like you imagine?

Or maybe…

because he’s not who you want him to be. Maybe he’s older. Much older. Maybe he’s underage. Maybe he’s someone whose face wouldn’t match the voice in your fantasies. There are endless ways to steal pictures of men online.

Don’t be stupid.

If it’s the sun-kissed, six-pack, jawline-heavy dream guy, why is he spending hours on a blogging platform, writing to strangers, every single night? Watch for the signs. Ask for proof if you’re unsure. Three fingers, a handwritten word. If that’s “not possible right now,” there’s your answer.

True intention shows in the small things: Does he remember your favorite color? Or has he already forgotten what you told him yesterday? Does he respect your limits? Or does he try to talk you out of them? Does he pressure you? Twist your words?

Set clear boundaries.

Put them in your bio. Pin a post. Call it: “Things to know before you message me.” You’re not an object. Not a toy for someone’s anonymous fantasy. You’re a person, with limits that deserve respect, not manipulation.

Protect yourself.

Because Tumblr isn’t a safe place.

But you can navigate it more safely.