its rlly funny that the current crop of content for forcemasc is either inspiring but rather erotically void motivational posters, or just saying "be gross and disgusting and violent" like thats what men are supposed to be.
the real sensual appeal of forcemasc, to me, is someone grabbing you by the hair, looking you in the eyes, and saying "I know what you are. And I'm going to drag it out of you. And you're going to love every second of it."
it's having someone not only affirm your internal view of yourself, but demanding it be brought to fruition at their hands. Someone who's completely uninterested in the girl-shaped shell you've been living inside of, and wants to extricate you, raw and wanting, from inside of it. They want to mold you like clay in the image of a strong, confident, beast that knows how to obey.
it's having your body examined and sized up, being praised for how far you've come and getting punished for backsliding. it's getting called a 'good boy' every time you take your shot straight-faced. it's tussling in the backyard and getting that little smile when you stand back up instead of tapping out. it's building your tolerance, your confidence, layer by layer until that shy, scared little girl inside of you that people forced you to be is gone, and all that remains is a very, very good boy.
the original got flagged with no way to appeal it when every contributor is deactivated but I will never let this post die. it's monday and we are getting on it cunts
If I was an Anne Rice vampire I absolutely would not be joining a coven. I am going to Portland or San Francisco or one of those cities full of hot freaks who are into weird shit and I am biting all of my lovers until one of them stays with me forever. Then we're buying a winter home in Tromsø so we can go outside during business hours half the year. Then we're buying a house boat in the Greek islands and another one off the coast of Mexico so we can sleep on the water during the day and spend the night at Mykonos or Cancun. Then we're buying an absurd amount of hard drugs because we can't be killed, and fucking for seven months straight with no breaks. Like screw the brooding and the drama, the second I'm rich and invincible I'm going balls to the wall until Jordan Belfort looks at me with jealousy in his eyes.
“their relationship is too deep to be sexual” what’s deeper than dick in hole. please tell me
need to write a disco elysium fic because last night i had a dream from kim's perspective and vividly remember hearing one of the skills say "you aren't in love, you're in revachol"
"la venida de cristo" (the cumming of christ)
paintings by fabián chairez (mexico, born 1987) also available as a postcard set
his exhibition in mexico city is currently being targeted by extremist religious groups and christian groups are trying to sue him (X) for his work so i thought i would show all of tumblr