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angels-are-watching:

Can we please talk about how our history teacher sent a barbie to the smithsonian as proof of the presence of man two million years ago

 

bonequeer:

pleas,e for the love of God read the whole letter, there are tears streamign down my face rn

 

derinthemadscientist:

Can we please talk about how your history teacher has done this sort of thing enough times that he has his own specimen shelf in the Smithsonian

 

theverysarcasticscientist:

“yours in science” tho

 

sinesalvatorem:

“B. Clams don’t have teeth” is the part where I lost it.

 

stimmyabby:

@zozi-writes

 

coffiend-jackalope:

The letter says:

“Thank you for your latest submission to the Institute, labeled “211-D, layer seven, next to the clothesline post. Hominid skull.” We have gien this specimen a careful and detailed examination and regret to inform you that we disagree with you theory that it represents ‘conclusive proof of the presence of Early Man in Charleston County two million years ago.’ Rather, it appears that what you have found is the head of a Barbie doll, of the variety one of our staff, who has small children, believes to be the ‘Malibu Barbie’. It is evident that you have given a great deal of thought to the analysis of this specimen, and you may be quite certain that those of us who are familiar with your prior work in the field were loathe to come to contradiction with your findings. However, we do feel that there are a number of physical attributes of the specimen which might have tipped you off to it’s modern origin:

  1. The material is molded plastic. Ancient hominid remains are typically fossilized bone.
  2. The cranial capacity of the specimen is approximately 9 cubic centimeters, well below the threshold of even the earliest identified proto-hominids.
  3. The dentition patters evident on the ‘skull’ is more consistent with the common domesticated dog than it is with the ‘ravenous man-eating Pliocene clams’ you speculate roamed the wetlands during that time.This latter finding is certainly one of the most intriguing hypotheses you have submitted in your history with this institution, but the evidence seems to weigh rather heavily against it. Without going into too much detail, let us say that:
  • A) The specimen looks like the head of a Barbie doll that a dog has chewed on.
  • Clams don’t have teeth.

It is with feelings tinged with melancholy that we must deny your request to have the specimen carbon dated. This is partially due to the heavy load our lab must bear in it’s normal operation, and partly due to carbon dating’s notorious inaccuracy in fossils of recent geologic record. To the best of our knowledge, no Barbie dolls were produced prior to 1956 AD, and carbon dating is likely to produce wildly inaccurate results. Sadly , we must also deny your request that we approach the National Science Foundation’s Phylogeny Department with the concept of assigning your specimen the scientific name ‘Australopithecus spiff-arino.’ Speaking personally, I for one, fought tenaciously for the acceptance of your proposed taxonomy, but was ultimately voted down because the species name you selected was hyphenated, and didn’t really sound like it might be Latin.

However, we gladly accept your generous donation of this fascinating specimen to the museum. While it is undoubtedly not a hominid fossil, it is, nonetheless, yet another riveting example of the great body of work you seem to accumulate here so effortlessly. You should know that our Director has reserved a special shelf in his own office for the display of the specimens you have previously submitted to the Institution, and the entire staff speculates daily on what you will happen upon next in your digs at the site you have discovered in your back yard. We eagerly anticipate your trip to or nation’s capital that you proposed in you last letter, and several of us are pressing the Director to pay for it. We are particularly interested in hearing you expand on your theories surrounding the ‘trans-positating fillifitation of ferrous ions in a structural matrix’ that makes the excellent juvenile Tyrannosaurus rex femur you recently discovered take on the deceptive appearance of a rusty 9-mm Sears Craftsman automotive crescent wrench.

Yours in Science,

Harvey Rowe

Curator, Antiquities”

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(sorry if there are misspellings or wrong wordings. this was long and i was reading it off my phone)

 

logic-and-art:

“I for one, fought tenaciously for the acceptance of your proposed taxonomy, but was ultimately voted down because the species name you selected was hyphenated, and didn’t really sound like it might be Latin.“

 

moonlitmoor:

@glumshoe

 

smithsonian:

We give a lot of credit to whoever wrote this, but we can say with certainty that we haven’t been given any Barbie doll heads for our paleoanthropology department. (@amhistorymuseum​ does have plenty of Barbies, all with bodies too.)

But we have been offered some interesting things over the years. A few examples: a corn flake in the shape of Illinois, a two-legged dog, and the world’s longest beard.

We took the beard.

Yours in science,

The Smithsonian


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Director Commentary: The Dark Elves of Nahui-Citli

smut-theory:

This week, we’re going to try separating out the Hentaiculture and commentary, both to make it easier to respond to one or the other, and to allow people to form an opinion of the Hentaiculture on its own before being told what it was “supposed” to be doing. This is about yesterday’s Hentaiculture post, The Dark Elves of Nahui-Citli.

This entire hentaiculture was built up around a single scene image/idea: A mother impregnates her daughter, with a child that daughter will eventually impregnate, with… etc, etc, in an endless cycle. For this reason, all of them have to be futanari. Now, I personally love futanari, and would be happy replacing all the men in every hentaiculture with them, but I know not many share this opinion, so I am already on the back foot: most people prefer their fantasy realms with men and women, and I do like making things that can appeal to people who don’t share all of my interests. So, I decide to use some strategic ambiguity so that, depending on what you are looking for, you can interpret this society as an endless self-perpetuating cycle of psychologically scarring abuse, as well as the bizarre-but-happy beautiful cycle of renewal and rebirth I originally envisioned. If you’re reading charitably, you should see whatever you prefer most, and if you are reading uncharitably, nothing would have salvaged your opinion anyway. Images that are different depending on what angle you see them from are made with “lenticular printing”, and “lenticular” will be a good way to think of what I am trying to do with their morality and tone.

Dark Elves will be perfect for this morally-lenticular society, because there’s equal associations of them just being Neutral Evil dominators and bouncy hentai sluts, someone can see hints of what they want to see. Also, I can explain how a cultural norm wherein all children produce at least one baby hasn’t resulted in complete overpopulation: as Elves live a very long time, their gestation period is a very long time, too, so making babies as fast as they can is not all that fast. I also need a handwave for why incest hasn’t imploded their gene pool, so I say, well, immortals have funny DNA stuff anyway don’t worry about it.

Since, at least in my mind, a good deal of the fun of Dark Elves is their sense of control and composure, and that has them highly associated with bondage and domination anyway, I decide almost immediately there is a bondage and slavery element in this cycle. Now, slavery, especially the incestuous sort, comes across as evil way more easily than as positive, and it is hard to load it positively enough to make it seem okay to people who want it to be okay, while still being fucked up and abusive for those who want it to be fucked up and abusive.

So, I decide, I have to use their physiology and situation to justify it. By framing it as the inevitable result of their physical and cultural evolution, they can credibly say “Hey, we weren’t *trying* to be weird, we just operate differently from other species, and things that would hurt you are very positive for us.” But you can also, if you choose, read it as either rationalization, or cruel fate of biology inflicting terrible trauma, especially if it is phrased as “inevitable”. The long gestation period helps justify the bondage-slavery part easily: pregnant people are more vulnerable and weaker and must be taken care of, Dark Elves are pregnant for a very long time, they need a long-term dependence and custodial situation that is separate from the normal form of childhood, as pregnancy comes after it. To justify the incest and dominance, I say that they need a very large and very tight family structure to discourage betrayal. Dark Elves, at least the evil D&D sort, are usually portrayed as being scheming and traitorous, so I acknowledge this as being part of their old history, that they have now moved away from by aligning their societal traditions to prevent it. Hopefully, this will be another thing allowing the lenticular interpretations, because it can either be “remnants of an evil society” or “yeah, we used to be evil, but we’re all right now.” 

It also helps to justify why they aren’t technologically advanced beyond everyone else, they were too busy murdering and betraying each other to progress. There was a sourcebook on Drow for D&D 3.5 that I really liked that said Drow had invented the steam engine on several different occasions, but were so paranoid and unwilling to share information or fairly compete that it just sparked another string of betrayal-murders instead of the Industrial Revolution. I liked that detail, but couldn’t find a way to fit it in, as the time period it describes was Long Ago and mostly-irrelevant.

As I detail the cultural associations of the bondage play, I originally say that handmade harnesses are only for the really poor or the really rich, but on reflection, I cut the ‘really poor’ part. People who want to see oppression can infer the presence of an expoited underclass from the presence of an upper class, while people who want to see a big, happy, weird family-society can see an upper class and everyone else taking care of each other as family in order to make a middle-class lifestyle. Adding the bit about passive-aggressive one-upsmanship is dialing back, in order to alleviate the tension that might be building around a slavery-focused society by showing them engaging in humanizing foibles even through their bizarre sex culture, and demonstrate “see, they don’t exist just to create incest-slaves, they are people as well”. Then, on reflection, I add the “crashing on the couch” explanation for much the same purpose, to get a few tension-defusing giggles and hint, for those who wish to believe it, that we can trust this society mostly works because we are being told where it doesn’t.

Then, I realize this is too involved and too futa-tastic for the first installment of Hentaiculture, so I do the Vampire Duchies instead, and let this draft stay fallow for about a month. I figure, this is a weekly column, best to “ease into” more kink-intensive and potentially-alientating stuff, so people can get an idea that there is a range here, and not see the first one is black-diamond level lewdness and think the whole column is not for them. So I pass the partial draft around to the other editors for a while, who respond generally positively. One who favors Dark Kink says that it reads perfectly as Dark Kink, another says it leans to the Light side interpretation. I consider adding a bit about the dangerous halls of power, which fit what people expect of Dark Elves and can be another point that you can interpret as dark or light – “the evil machinations of the masters filter down to the population” or “the extent of their evil machinations is family bickering and most everyone else stays out of it.” – as well as a note about foreigners hotly debating whether the society is a self-perpetuating cycle of abuse or just a weird thing that works for another species. An editor advises me, rightly, that the latter one is way too on the nose. But I’d be remiss if I didn’t have “powerful, scantily clad, sexy and dangerous” Dark Elf Mistresses in there somewhere, so we get a bit about how they are scheming at the top and the high classes scheme underneath them. And I throw in a bit about how they wear latex and patent leather, foremost because I think it actually makes sense given it is damp underground so you want waterproofing and there aren’t many textiles, and only secondary to that because they are associated with bondage and because I think they’re hot.

I decide on a Mesoamerican/Aztec flavor for their names, because of the “their telenovelas are fucking bonkers” joke I wanted to tell, the long-past history of bloody ritual sacrifice of the Aztec empire matching the long-past history of bloody betrayals, the fixation on natural cycles, and, let’s face it, the fact that Nahuatl names sound cool as all hell. At first, I try to find the name of the Aztec spider goddess to name the society after, only to discover that nobody KNOWS the name of the Aztec spider goddess, and she is just referred to as “Teotihuacan Spider Woman”. But in poking around, I do find other nifty bits of Nahuatl phraseology, which I misused, but hopefully I haven’t misused too badly. I wrote the ritual impregnation cycle as being a 53-year gestation called the “Cycle of Love”, but looking up Mesoamerican names for cyclical things, I find the “tonalpohualli”, a name for a 260-day count… that syncs up with the 365-day calendar count every 52 years. I switch the gestation period to 52 years and rename the Cycle of Love “tonalpohualli”, specifying it means “sacred count” instead of “cycle of love”. Then, noting that my previous hentaicultures haven’t had nearly enough names, I sprinkle in some more terms that seem appropriate and give off a feel of things being from a foreign culture. Since their society is ruled by matriarchs, it is appropriate they have a special name for their rulers: cihuachpilli is cihuapilli, meaning “noblewoman”, mixed with achpilli, meaning “great-grandmother”. Nobility who are great-grandmothers. Since becoming a grandmother means you have completed the Sacred Count, it would make sense that those at the top of society would be referred to as great-grandmothers. Then I take that “grandmother” theme and name the civilization after it: “Nahui-Citli” means “Grandmother Sun”, patterned after the Aztec names of the five suns, or five ages of the world. “Sun” is not really all that appropriate for dark elves, but screw it, say the grandmothers replace the sun. The Aztec names of the five ages of the world are Nahui-OcelotlNahui-Ehécatl, Nahui-Quiahuitl,

Nahui-Atl, and the current age, Nahui-Ollin, meaning respectively “Jaguar Sun”, “Wind Sun”, “Rain Sun”, “Water Sun”, and “Earthquake Sun”. Each of these names comes from what would define and destroy the world that sun shined upon (The Aztecs believed this world would end in catastrophic earthquakes). Does this mean that this society is defined by grandmothers, or will be destroyed by grandmothers, or has been destroyed by grandmothers when the cycle of the Sacred Count obsoleted the old murderous society? Mysteries!

It’s just as important to note everything I did not define as what I did define, in order to meet the goal of a morally-lenticular culture. At no point do I ever specify what happens to the rare females that are born to the majority of futanari, so they can either be just a weird quirk that sometimes happens, or a hated, punished, exploited underclass tormented by futanari supremacists. I never specify if they enslave anyone else, implying that they do not, but if you are pre-disposed to see evil futa supremacist slavemasters formenting males and females, nothing stops you. I never specify what age or age-equivalent the Sacred Count starts at, just that it’s “maturity”. If you want that to mean “18 in Elf Years″, you will see that, and if you want that to mean “10 in Elf Years″, you will see that. I never say if the slavery is brutal and degrading or not; the fact that Dark Elves in the second acts of their life willingly seek out dominant/submissive relationships implies to me that they like dominance play and the term of slavery is mutually enjoyable and a vital part of helping them determine whether they are dominants or submissives, but if you want to see people abused and twisted until they think evil is good and seek to re-enact their abuse as the only form of love they understand, you can see that too. Is high society truly that vicious or just family drama most people can safely ignore? They seem to think it’s nasty and dangerous but they have nothing to compare it to, and the stories they tell about it in the telenovelas are really silly. Foreigners say their Sacred Count is evil, they say it’s perfectly fine and works for them – are they normalizing their own abuse, or is it another humorous example of people getting offended on behalf of others who are fine?

Did it work? Did you like the Dark Elves of Nahui-Citli? And if so, did you like them because they were dark and fucked up or because they were fun and quirky? Did the whole “lenticular tone” work for them? Would you like to see more stories about them, or any of the previous Hentaicultures, or how any two of them interact? Please, reblog and let us know!

Intellectually, I figured while reading the post that it was meant to be morally lenticular, and that the author personally preferred the fluffier interpretation and so was unlikely to view that interpretation as less true (in whatever sense). (I did read the main post before this afterword went up, but previous posts in the series–thinking particularly of the Orcs here–have been the same way, and I suspected it was the same person behind them.)

However, the lenticularity read to my story-analysing widget as foreshadowing: “this is being portrayed as happy and healthy on the surface, but it’s leading up to a reveal that it’s actually evil and fucked up”. I, too, like the fluffier side of things, but when I tried to view it that way I was left with the nagging sense that I was sticking my head in the sand and denying the indications of what was really going on in that story.

(It probably doesn’t help that most erotica I see is horror–by circumstance, not by choice–and the proportion used to be even worse. As such, my first reaction when learning a fiction piece is meant to be erotic tends to be something like “oh god, what is the poor bottom going to suffer through this time”.)

I’m not saying you should have done differently, mind you. It does seem like a reasonable compromise.

Would you like to see more stories about them, or any of the previous Hentaicultures, or how any two of them interact?

Yes, please! I’m leaning toward the interaction one, but any would be good.


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lizardywizard:

withasmoothroundstone:

chronicillnessproblems:

marauders4evr:

See, the problem with people who aren’t in wheelchairs writing about and/or drawing people who are in (manual) wheelchairs is that the people who aren’t in wheelchairs tend to think that there’s only like four movements that you do in a wheelchair. You can either push forward, push backwards, turn left, or turn right. And the characters do it all while sitting up straight or bending forward so that their noses touch their knees.

But the amount of motions that I go through on a daily basis are actually amazing. And the body language…you could write an entire book on the body language of someone in a wheelchair.

Like right now, I’m more relaxed, so I’m slouching slightly. I’ve got my right foot on its footrest and the left foot on the ground. Every so often, as I stop to think of something to say, I’ll push with my left foot to rock the chair slightly.

But usually, I sit mostly upright with my upper-half slightly leaned forward. When I’m wheeling across the campus, especially if I have somewhere that I need to be, I’ll lean and shift my weight in whichever direction it is that I’m going. It helps make the wheelchair glide that much more smoothly. How far/dramatically I lean depends on how fast I’m going, the terrain, if there’s a turn, etc.

Plus people who don’t use wheelchairs don’t understand the relationship between grabbing the wheels, pushing, and the chair moving. Like I’ve seen things written or have seen people try to use a chair where the character/that person grabs the wheel every single second and never lets go to save their lives. Which isn’t right. The key is to do long, strong, pushes that allow you to move several feet before repeating. I can usually get about ten feet in before I have to push again. It’s kind of like riding a scooter. You don’t always need to push. You push, then ride, then push, then ride, etc.

And because of this, despite what many people think, people in wheelchairs can actually multitask. I’ve carried Starbucks drinks across the campus without spilling a single drop. Because it’s possible to wheel one-handed (despite what most people think), especially when you shift your weight. And if I need to alternate between pushing both wheels, I’ll just swap hands during the ‘glide’ time.

I’ve also noticed that people who don’t use wheelchairs, for some reason, have no idea how to turn a wheelchair. It’s the funniest thing. Like I see it written or, again, have seen people ‘try’ a wheelchair where they’re reaching across their bodies to try to grab one wheel and push or they try to push both wheels at the same time and don’t understand. (For the record, you pull back a wheel and push a wheel. The direction that you’re going is the side that you pull back.)

Back to body language. Again, no idea why most people think that we always sit upright and nothing else. Maybe when I’m in meetings or other formal settings, but most of the time, I do slightly slouch/lean. As for the hands…A lot of writers put the wheelchair user’s hands on the armrests but the truth is, most armrests sit too far back to actually put your hands on. There are times when I’ll put my elbows on the edges of the armrests and will put my hands between my legs. Note: Not on my lap. That’s another thing that writers do but putting your hands in your lap is actually not a natural thing to do when you’re in a wheelchair, due to the angle that you’re sitting and the armrests. Most of the time, I’ll just sort of let my arms loosely fall on either side of the chair, so that my hands are next to my wheels but not grabbing them. That’s another form of body language. I’ve talked to a few people who have done it and I do it myself. If I’m ever anxious or in a situation where I want to leave for one reason or another, I will usually grip my handrims – one hand near the front , one hand near the back. And if I’m really nervous, you’ll find me leaning further and further into the chair, running my hands along the handrims.

Also, on a related subject – a character’s legs should usually be at 90 degree angles, the cushion should come to about their knees, and the armrests should come to about their elbows. You can always tell that an actor is not a wheelchair user when their wheelchair isn’t designed to their dimensions. (Their knees are usually inches away from the seats and are up at an angle, the armrests are too high, etc.) Plus they don’t know how to drive the chair.

Let’s see, what else? Only certain bags can go on the back of the chair without scraping against the wheels, so, no, your teenagers in wheelchairs can’t put their big, stylish, purses on the back. We don’t always use gloves since most gloves actually aren’t that helpful (as stated above, wheeling is a very fluid motion and gloves tend to constrict movements). Height differences are always a thing to remember. If you’re going for the “oh no, my wheelchair is broken” trope, nobody really has ‘flat’ tires anymore thanks to the new material for the wheels but it is possible to have things break off. We use the environment a lot. I always push off of walls or grab onto corners or kick off of the floor etc. Wheelchair parkour should really become a thing. 

This is all of the physical things to think about. I could write a thesis on the emotional treatment of your characters with disabilities. But for now, I think that I’ll stop here. For my followers in wheelchairs, is there anything that I left out?

Also why isn’t wheelchair parkour a thing? Somebody make wheelchair parkour a thing.

I have a power wheelchair so a lot of this is very different for me (and I feel like non-elderly in power chairs are represented less too (but I could be wrong.))

But yeah- include problems like people in public who don’t realize that my 300lb wheelchair doesn’t stop on a dime (it’s actually a safety feature for people without good balance, there aren’t breaks and it won’t jerk to a stop or else some people might fall off it or get hurt by the jerking) so if you walk in front of my wheelchair while I’m moving, or stop in front of it, there’s absolutely nothing I can do to not run you over. (this drives me up the wall in public places, like in stores people usually have personal space but museums and zoos no way.) Also kids will actually climb on your chair in public places like aquariums and museums.

Canceling plans because of a “flat tire” not so much, but I’ve had to cancel plans because my wheelchair lift broke last minute and my chair wouldn’t go in, and I’ve had it die out in public because I didn’t charge it enough. (Thanks CJ for being there that time and pushing it for me lol.) I also had it randomly say it was dead though it had a half full battery, and just stop working every two feet- so like all electronics, who even knows.

And all that stuff about holding things in your hands or carrying bags gets easier in a power chair, plus you can get extensions to hold cups or water bottles or even cell phones. (Though I have a phone holder and it’s obnoxious, it just makes my chair bigger and makes it hard to get through chairs.) Provided you have a power chair with controls used by hands and have use of both hands, it’s easy to hold one thing and use the other hand for the controls. Not so easy to use the wrong hand for the controls though. I also have hangers and handles on the back of my chair (though the airline broke my favorite handle last time I flew and I’m not strong enough to fix it…) so it’s designed for shopping bags and such, but also really helps when I go places with friends and we all have bags and I can very easily carry them on my chair (or lap if they’re small) but again that’s only with giant, 300 lb type power chairs. (and I wouldn’t do it somewhere I was worried about pickpocketing.)

And yeah, tons to say on the emotional side of disability and how your other characters treat their disability too, but that’s a different story.

Also don’t forget that most people who use wheelchairs can stand or walk at least a little.

And also that there’s a very sizeable number of manual chair users who use their feet to push their wheechairs, either partly or fully. Like, there’s an entire kind of wheelchair specifically built to be pushed with the feet, because it’s such a common thing to do.

And when you push with your feet, you’re using the opposite muscles to the ones that you would use to walk with. I used to really wish I could challenge every single person who told me “Why don’t you just get up and walk?” to a race in a foot-driven wheelchair. Unless they specifically worked out those muscles for some reason, or walked backwards everywhere, they would not make it a block before getting exhausted and out of breath. Because most people don’t even use the muscles involved very often at all. If someone’s pushing a wheelchair with their feet, it’s because they need to. Not because they’re too lazy to stand. It takes far more effort to foot-propel a wheelchair than it does to walk, unless you have a condition that makes you need the wheelchair.

That actually goes for almost all wheelchair propulsion methods though, whether it’s manual chairs or power chairs – unless you need the chair, it’s far easier to walk. Not that there would be something wrong if using the chair were actually easier. But generally using a chair takes a physical and/or cognitive toll that’s much higher than walking is for someone who actually could walk. So if someone’s deliberately using a wheelchair, it’s almost always because they need it badly enough that their need to use it outweighs every possible inconvenience of using a wheelchair.

Including the inconvenience of ripping up the innards of your joints so badly that you render them unusable over time. One reason powerchairs are becoming more comonly used, is because even people who are in very good physical shape and can push a manual chair with relative ease (and I say relative ease, not ease, because it’s never truly easy) are in great danger of permanently trashing their joints through long-term use. People are just not designed to push wheelchairs long-term. So more and more often, people are being given powerchairs to save their joints.

And that’s when you don’t have a disease affecting the joints. I have a friend who has rheumatoid arthritis and uses a wheelchair, and she’s ripped so many tendons and ligaments in her legs that she can’t push a manual wheelchair and has even lost a lot of walking mobility just from the long-term effects of the wheelchair on joints that are already under stress from an autoimmune disease.

Also, generally by the time someone needs a powerchair badly enough to actually deliberately go out and get one, there’s a good chance that even driving the powerchair is exhausting on either a cognitive or physical level. When I got my powerchair, I had really bad stamina problems from a combination of myasthenia gravis and severe adrenal insufficiency (both undiagnosed at the time – with treatment I don’t need the powerchairr at all for the moment). I was in bed close to 24/7 and used the powerchair when out of bed. And I remember clearly that even going out for a few blocks in the powerchair was more exhausting than walking miles and miles ever was before I needed a wheelchair of any kind. Like, if you are not disabled you have no context in your mind for the kind and level of exhaustion I’m describing here. Like if you ran a marathon you still wouldn’t be that exhausted – you’d be run down for a short period of time, but it wouldn’t affect you on every level the way actual medical fatigue causes, nor would it endanger your life the way it can when you truly run out of energy in a way that your body can’t replenish. (In my case, partly through running through my stores of cortisol without being able to make more of it rapidly enough to sustain life long-term. So I could literally get so tired I could stop being able to breathe, or pump blood properly, if I wasn’t careful. When I say you have no context for this without having been severely ill, I really mean it.)

So don’t ever assume that because someone is sitting down, they’re not working. if they’re using a wheelchair, they’re working in ways you likely never have to work. You’re used to thinking of sitting down in the context of sitting in a regular chair or a couch, not sitting in a wheelchair. Sitting in a wheelchair means sitting in something that you can move and sit down at the same time, and that means you can get quite the workout doing so. And even sitting in a powerchair means doing a fair bit of work.

Oh and as far as the work that goes into driving a powerchair – to negotiate even vaguely uneven terrain without doing things like tipping over sideways, you’re doing things that would normally be involved in kinds of driving that even able-bodied people find taxing. Like, imagine you’re driving a car on ice after a combination of snow and sleet have been falling. That’s everyday powerchair driving for a lot of people. Because negotiating even a good sidewalk takes a fair degree of effort, and negotiating a bad sidewalk takes a huge amount of concentration and effort to avoid falling over, jarring yourself, or getting stalled or trapped at various points. Some people end up risking their lives driving their powerchairs in the street just to avoid bad sidewalks, that’s how hard it is. And a number of people die every year from getting run over because of driving in the street to avoid either sidewalks they can’t get onto in the first place because they’re wheelchair-inaccessible, or sidewalks that are so hard to drive on that they’d rather risk death than drive on them. And yes, you read that right – driving on many sidewalks is so difficult that many wheelchair users will risk death rather than do it.

Also, using a scooter is generally harder than using a regular powerchair, so don’t act like scooter users are just lazy. I don’t know where people get the idea that scooters and powerchairs are driven by different types of people, or that “real” disabled people can always obtain a powerchair and only “fake” disabled people get scooters, but if you say these things, you’re full of shit and need to stop. You simply don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t care if you’re disabled or not (and in this context, it’s worse if you are, because you’re basically throwing your fellow disabled people under the bus for not having lives identical to yours), you need to stop picking on scooter users.

Which reminds me, a lot of people pick on scooter users who are fat, especially. They assume that they use scooters because they’re fat. And a lot of people pick on other wheelchair users who are fat, too, regardless of the type of wheelchair. The assumption is again that it’s easier to use a wheelchair than to walk, and that wheelchairs are just a sign of the laziness that fat people are assumed to always have.

The reality is, as far as I’ve observed anyway, and many other disabled people I know have observed this too – wheelchair users often seem to be at the extremes of both ends of weight. Far more often than nondisabled people are. And while I don’t know this for sure, a lot of us have speculated along these lines: Generally if you’re disabled enough to need a powerchair, one of two things is going to happen. Either the inactivity is going to lead to at least some degree of weight gain. Or else something about your disability actively prevents a lot of weight gain, which is likely to lead to your being skinnier than average anyway. Hence, people in powerchairs often being either very fat or very thin, but less being of average weight. In most cases, if there’s any correlation between our weight and our disability, it’s that we’re fat because we have a condition that makes physical activity difficult (and may affect our metabolism of food, as well), not that we use a wheelchair because we’re fat.

If you’re not fat, you probably have no idea how much or how little being fat affects your mobility. For most fat people who are healthy, it doesn’t affect your mobility much at all until you get pretty extreme in weight. Like, I’m fat – 5’2″ and 220 pounds, roughly, so well into the realm that doctors consider ‘morbidly obese’ (I hate that term), but not too far outside the norm for fat people. Like, I have many friends who are much larger than I am,, who deal with a whole other level of weight discrimination than I’ve ever encountered. (Although for whatever reason, people who see my photo online tend to add about 100-200 pounds when estimating my weight, regardless of what my weight is at the time. Maybe they think I’m taller than I am. I don’t know. Maybe it’s something about weight distribution on my body, which is certainly not evenly distributed.)

And anyway, even at my heaviest (245 pounds), my weight did not impact my mobility in any way whatsoever. It didn’t make me out of breath, it didn’t slow me down, it didn’t put any noticeable wear on my joints, it just didn’t affect me. My disabilities did enormously affect my stamina, which in turn had some effect on my weight. But my weight itself did not affect my stamina, despite being much heavier than is normally considered a healthy weight for my height. You really have to get pretty heavy, as a healthy person (or even in many cases as an unhealthy person) before your weight affects your stamina in any direct manner.

Most skinny people (and some fat people) are totally unaware of that and think that being even slightly fat makes you get exhausted at the slightest movement. Or they confuse being out of shape (in terms of stamina – like the kind of out of shape that makes you get out of breath from a short walk), with being fat, and attribute being out of shape to being fat. When you can be out of shape and thin, or have very good physical stamina and weigh 300 pounds. There’s not necessarily any correlation there.

Not that it would be acceptable to be nasty to fat people over mobility issues if being fat did cause them. But generally speaking, most fat people aren’t fat enough for being fat to have a direct impact on their stamina or mobility. And if you are fat enough for it to actually have that effect, then that is a totally valid reason to use a wheelchair. (And this would be true even if it was possible to 100% control whether you were fat or not the way many people imagine you can. There’s tons of health conditions that are far more the person’s fault than being fat is, but that don’t carry the same stigma when people use a wheelchair for them. Like lots of people with spinal cord injuries got them from reckless behavior, but most people don’t assume that their injuries were caused by something they did, even if they were! But if you’re fat enough to need a wheelchair for it, everyone assumes there’s something you could do about it, even though for most people, there isn’t a lot you can do long-term about your weight. It’s just that being fat is looked upon in a way that spinal cord injuries aren’t, in this society.)

But for the most part, being fat won’t cause a person to need a wheelchair in the first place. Because of two things. One, as just discussed, it’s hard to get fat enough to need a wheelchair for it. Most fat people just aren’t in the extremely high weight range where being fat significantly affects your ability to walk. Two, using a wheelchair is taxing enough that unless you badly need one, it’s easier just to walk, even if you’re moderately out of shape. Like, you really need a high level of stamina problems before using a wheelchair becomes an easier option than walking is.

As I said, it would be wrong to hassle people for needing a wheelchair for being fat, no matter what the reality was of why people needed the chair. It’s just that it becomes especially ridiculous to bug fat wheelchair users for “laziness”, if you understand anything about either being fat or using a wheelchair. Most of the time, a wheelchair user is working harder to move the chair than you will ever work in order to walk.

Also, if you’ve ever tried out a scooter inside a store and think that gives you any insight into how easy it is to use a scooter or powerchair outside a store, you’d be wrong. Stores generally have a layout that makes navigating them in scooters relatively easy. There’s still a learning curve if you’re not used to the scooter, but as far as terrain goes, you’re in the best that’s available. Driving a scooter or powerchair in outdoor terrain is a totally different experience than driving one inside a store that has perfectly flat ground, wide aisles, usually climate control, and a bunch of other things that make it much easier. Outdoors, without any of that, is a whole different ball game.

So like… it’d be wrong to bug wheelchair users for laziness regardless of why we were in chairs, or how easy it was to use a chair. But using a wheelchair is much, much harder than it looks, so it’s especially ridiculous to consider it lazy. It’s sort of like considering it lazy to ride a bicycle. And don’t even get me started on the way nondisabled thin people can use a car to drive two blocks without being considered as lazy as a fat person in a manual wheelchair is considered. Even though the chair user is doing far more work on an ongoing basis just to get around, than the person driving the car is doing either while driving or while walking.

So bottom line… it’d be wrong to pick on wheelchair users for laziness regardless of the reality of the situation. But given the actual reality of the situation, it’s not even remotely realistic, let alone ethical, to judge wheelchair users as lazy. It takes so much work to move a wheelchair that for nondisabled people it’s almost 100% of the time easier to walk.

And yeah, I haven’t got into anything about wheelchair users who get pushed everywhere by other people. Even though that was something that was true of me towards the very end of my wheelchair use, just before I got properly diagnosed and treated and stopped needing a chair. So briefly:

That situation is so inconvenient – you have no direct control over where you go – that it’s very rare for a person to allow anyone to push them if they have a viable alternative. A lot of people being pushed in chairs, either have an extremely severe disability but without the money to get a powerchair they can use (if such a thing even exists for them), or are people with temporary injuries who haven’t built up the strength and stamina to push a manual chair with their arms and/or legs, or are elderly people with severe stamina problems or physical frailty that make it not very feasible to push themselves on a regular basis. Again, it’s a situation where unless the benefits greatly outweigh the downsides, people aren’t going to put up with it, they’ll just walk or otherwise propel themselves. If you’ve never been pushed in a wheelchair long-term, you don’t know how inconvenient it is to have so little control over your own movements.

And like… I still remember what things were like for me towards the end. When there were a lot of times I would need to not only be pushed, but be pushed in a specialized kind of wheelchair that tilted me back and laid me as flat as humanly possible. It was basically like a hospital bed on wheels. And by the time I needed people to be pushing me in that, even going out and being pushed was physically exhausting.

And again, by physically exhausting, I’m talking a level and kind of exhaustion that there is no context for in the life of an able-bodied person. I’m talking about so exhausting that it could wear down my ability to breathe or carry out other basic vital functions. And even disabled people with stamina problems that are “merely” exhausting without being life-threateningly exhausting, are likely experiencing a level of stamina problems that don’t have a context in the life of an able-bodied person. Clinical fatigue is not the same thing as being tired, not even very tired. It’s unfortunate that the language we use for being tired is the same language we use for medical problems resulting in fatigue(1), because they are not the same experience, either objectively or subjectively. Many of the worst misconceptions about people with fatiguing disabilities have come about because people fail to distinguish between fatigue and being tired.

So yeah, that’s probably more than you ever wanted to know about why it’s exhausting to use a wheelchair. But I figured people know as little about that, as htey know about how wheelchair users physically move their own chairs, and why.

And it’s still weird to not think of myself as a chair user. I haven’t used a chair in a couple years now I think, but I used one for so long that I still identify strongly with being a chair user.. I still experience my legs in a way that I don’t think able-bodied people ever do – it’s like they’re magic things that move me around effortlessly. Like literally they just keep going underneath me and I get where I’m going, and it feels so weird to just be able to think and appear where I’m trying to go. I don’t think anyone can appreciate how weird that is unless they’ve had the experience of how difficult it can be to move a wheelchair around, and then actually been in a wheelchair for years and never expected to not need one. The feeling of being outside of one after that is just strange – not bad, but thoroughly and completely strange.

*****

(1) Just to clarify something that people get routinely confused about (skip this if you’ve heard me describe the difference between adrenal fatigue and adrenal insufficiency before): I had adrenal insufficiency leading to physical fatigue. I did not have adrenal fatigue. Adrenal insufficiency is a well-established and life-threatening medical condition resulting from problems making enough cortisol. It is caused by problems with either the adrenal gland, the pituitary gland, or the hypothalamus (or some combination). Mine is mostly from the pituitary gland and possibly a little from resulting problems with the adrenal gland over time as well. And mine is very severe – by the time it was diagnosed I had too little cortisol to measure.

Adrenal fatigue, on the other hand, is a diagnosis created by quacks to make money off of sick people who have problems that mostly don’t have anything to do with the adrenal system. The quack blames the adrenal system, takes their money, and gives them treatments that range from ineffective to harmful while failing to diagnose and treat whatever is actually wrong.

Quacks often deliberately blur the line between adrenal fatigue and adrenal insufficiency in order to make themselves sound more legit than they are. But even without them doing that, it can be confusing because adrenal insufficiency can result in fatigue, and if you’re not well-versed in the terminology… it’s just very easy to get confused. So adrenal insufficiency is a real diagnosis that’s not even remotely controversial among doctors, and adrenal fatigue is an extremely controversial diagnosis with no scientific evidence to back up its existence.

(Although it’s applied routinely to people who are genuinely sick, ‘adrenal fatigue’ is just not the reason they’re sick. Worse, some of them have actual adrenal insufficiency and the adrenal fatigue diagnosis makes it hard for them to get the real help they’ll need to survive. Which is one among many reasons the adrenal fatigue thing makes me so angry.)

Given that there are a lot of people with BIID who use wheelchairs daily over walking because it helps them psychologically, I think this is pretty good evidence for the fact that BIID is a real and serious thing as well.

Clearly, they wouldn’t do that unless they had to. It’s not a choice for them any more than for physically disabled people; at best, it’s a trade-off between agonies.


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Hentaiculture: The Vampire Duchies Of Otdykh

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(Content warning: Hypnosis, bondage, neither of those being what you were thinking of, vampirism, polyamory, sort-of romanticizing mental illness,  enormous cultural ruses, pandering to submitters [maybe])

This is a new column, where we will be building and detailing a hentai-focused or otherwise lewd culture. We’ll start with the condensed core idea, for those who prefer the short and sweet little nugget they can then build up in their own minds. Then, we’ll go into less necessary details, building up the world and culture and society. And then, at the end, a review from the author, explaining the decisions made and why. 

 

THE SHORT AND SWEET

The Vampire Duchies of Otdykh are known to foreigners as a cold, barren, windswept place, divided up between immortal predators, where all humans are the thralls of a cruel, blood-thirsty master who controls their minds and drinks from their hearts. This is all a ruse. Vampires have the power of hypnosis, not mind control, and cannot force someone to go against their own wishes or alter their thoughts. And they feed from people’s hearts, meaning that even more important than getting people’s blood, is getting those people to LIKE them. Instead of cruel masters, vampires are service tops.

When a band of vampires hungers, they will take a handful of villagers and spirit them away to the vampire castle or manor. The villagers will be hypnotized into a deep, relaxing trance, be bound in restraints (to prevent them wiggling during the blood draining process and causing injury), and then fawned over, having all their needs cared for better than they could do to themselves if they were not bound. In their deep, relaxed hypnotic trance, they are sexually pleasured at whatever pace they find comfortable, or simply massaged if that is their preference. They’re fed opulently, by vampires and vampiresses in sexy Gothic outfits, to keep their body recovering the blood they lose. All the while, they are encouraged to offload any troubles or burdens from their minds to their ‘masters’, who listen attentively and provide support, encouragement, or advice, which sometimes is more effective due to the trance. After a week or so, the villagers are freed from bondage and trance, happier but probably a bit lightheaded, given an excuse note to show their employer, and sent back on their way.

Vampires themselves reproduce through converting other humans into vampires intentionally. Since vampires are so fundamentally insecure, this is not something to be taken on lightly, as it’s kind of like inflicting a mental illness on someone so they can understand you better – for this reason vampires only do it to people who know what it entails, and usually only offer to people who seem insecure anyway. Vampires organize in small bands of 3 to 8, and rely on each other for emotional support much more than tangible service. Everyone in the band is lovers with everyone else, romancing as equals, their presence able to assure one another ‘it’s okay, don’t listen to those thoughts that people don’t like you, because I am here and I prove you are worthy of love.’


DETAILS

Many stories about how terrible vampires are were spread by vampires themselves, for two reasons: to keep their lands from having an influx of people they can’t afford to take care of, and so they don’t feel like people are laughing at them for being wusses. The need to be liked is stronger the closer a person is to a vampire, so for faraway people they will never feed on, it’s okay to be feared instead of liked when the alternative is being a laughingstock. They also spread the story that direct sunlight will kill them – it doesn’t kill them, but it makes them as disoriented and confused as a drunken seven-year-old who just stumbled out of a showing of Eraserhead, which not only makes them vulnerable to being killed by anyone who wants to, it’s humiliating and they don’t want others to see them that way.

Vampires are insecure down to a physiological level: their need for other people to LIKE them, especially the ones they feed on, especially especially those under their ‘control’, is as real as living things’ need for oxygen. Tales of the experience of a newly-risen vampire, overwhelmed with the thirst for the blood of the living? Yeah, that’s because it sounds cooler than an overwhelming wave of “Oh God oh God what if they don’t like me I want them to like me so bad!” Blood from a human who actually likes the vampire is exponentially more fulfilling, physically and psychologically, than any other. Blood from someone who likes you is as filling as, say, a 3-course meal from a restaurant with 3 Michelin Stars, after 2 weeks starving in the desert. Blood from someone who hates or fears you is like trying to chase off heroin withdrawal by huffing paint thinner.

Otdykh vampires pretend – even to their mortal subjects – they are only vassals of a great and secretive Vampire King, and that’s why their polities are merely “duchies”. This is another lie. Yeah, centuries ago they tried to have a Vampire King, but it just didn’t work – the crushing psychological need to have that many people like you is completely overwhelming. The last would-be Vampire King, four hundred years ago, went on a crying jag that lasted a couple weeks, long enough to send him into a torpid sleep that he hasn’t risen from since. The other vampires visit his castle and leave little presents outside his coffin sometimes, in case he’s occasionally poking his head out. Don’t let that give you the idea that vampires are incompetent rulers, though – with smaller groups of vassals, they do very well, responsive to their people’s needs (though keeping odd office hours), and the satisfaction they have after feeding from someone who actually likes them, even from just getting affirmation of their subjects’ appreciation and loyalty, is an elation greater than anything they could experience in their mortal lives. When the first republics arose, there was a treatise by an Otdykh-ian political philosopher decrying it due to the obvious superiority of absolute monarchy at meeting the needs of subjects; this confused the hell out of pretty much everyone else in the world.

Vampires also have a large influence on the culture and art of Otdykh, beyond the fact that vampire artists have a lot more experience at it than the human ones and sort of lead tastes and trends. During their blood-draining spa sessions, they encourage people to write horror stories and create art and architecture in the Gothic style, talking up anyone who has an interest in those genres. Partially, this is to aid their efforts to keep the real nature of vampire rulership a secret. Mostly, it’s because vampires all think horror stories and Gothic art are fucking cool as Hell. After all they do for the human population, and the little they ask in return, people are more than willing to go along with those requests. Those vampires are pretty likable folks, after all! Of course, it’s inevitable, after the invention of mass communications, that the secret gets out eventually. The plan the vampires have come up with is, as soon as the secret gets out, start broadcasting the truth about their feeding sessions, inviting everyone to come and join, in the creepiest tone of voice and most dead-eyed expressions they can manage, and play it off as a “obvious ploy by monsters to trick people into their lair” kinda deal.

The relationships between vampires in their groups are the most important ones they have, as the only people they can relate to as equals, and completely drop all pretense around, and who understand what they are going through. Given every one of them can produce just as much mental anguish as alleviate it, their poly-amorous organization is almost necessary to ensure that SOMEONE has their shit together at any given time.


COMMENTARY

The first installment of this column was originally going to be something completely different, that I realized was just too specific and futa-intensive to be the first installment. Then, on reading the reader submission in response to “Finding My Common Thread I”, I thought to myself, “Yeah, I HAVEN’T seen any hypnosis stuff that isn’t about mind control.” This would be a better choice for the first column – and, plus, it had a guaranteed audience of at least one, who was underserved by the current market!

Since this has to be about a culture, it’s a worldbuilding exercise after all, it can’t just be “a person hypnotizes someone to relax them” – it has to be a culture where it happens often. As the other culture was going to be fantasy-based, and I may want to link them with opportunities to others to contribute to an overall “setting”, fantasy was a good idea here instead of sci-fi. What fantasy creatures can hypnotize people? Naga/lamia, vampires, and mind flayers. Mind flayers are really a D&D thing, naga are supposed to be about crushing power, so that leaves vampires. 

So, why do vampires hypnotize people, but not control them? For their benefit. Why are vampires doing things for other people’s benefit? Well, maybe instead of blood, they feed on happiness – so they need to make people happy. They are service tops! Now, vampires who appear powerful but are secretly emotionally vulnerable are always popular, and since this is about not being sinister, I decide “I need people to like me” is a better way to put it than “feeds on happiness”, and I say they need the blood too, to make it more defined and tangible (and throw a bone to anyone with a bloodplay kink). Vampires are associated with Russia and Eastern Europe, so I name the country “Otdykhat”, which Google Translate tells me means “relax” with the connotation of “like what you do at a spa.” Then, about thirty seconds after I post, someone who speaks Russian wakes up in the middle of the night and informs me this is the infinitive verb form, and it should be “Otdykh”, so I fix it hopefully before anyone notices.

Now that we have non-sinister, emotionally vulnerable vampires as service tops, I figure that the rest should be exactly what you expect the aesthetics and associations of vampires to be – misty moors, castles overlooking villages of human subjects, Gothic architecture, all that – but invert expectations about dominance. So, the village ruled by the vampire is run very well, since the vampire cares more about their opinion of him than a human ruler (and I can joke they accidentally invented Moldbug, who thinks it works this way everywhere else). And instead of being an oligarchy at the top, the band of vampires is at the bottom, mutually supporting each other. With that in mind, I cast them as a sort of mentall illness support group, calling to mind comments from people with personality disorders or other such conditions who talk about how amazingly incredibly good it can feel for their specific needs to be met. Hopefully, by tying it to blood consumption (which everyone expects vampires to have) and not making it any specific personality disorder, people who want that dynamic of mentally-ill mutually-supporting polyamory can focus on that primarily, but those who don’t can just see it as “well, it’s pretty much like drinking blood”. I add a bondage element because it goes well with the concept of a “service top” that I see even less than I see service tops: someone who is bound not to make them helpless, but to show they have no need to help themselves. If there is a name for this, I’d love to know it; “power bottom” is definitely not it.

From there, it’s just filling out a couple of details – think of a couple of common things people deal with, and imagine what they do. For a joke I wanted to make in the original Hentaiculture, I was going to say that television had been invented, so I could say that they had telenovelas that were completely fucking bananas. So, if vampires are keeping up appearances of being evil, TV is going to be a problem – I’ll say, they plan to act really obviously like North Korea, so people say “well, that’s an awful attempt at pretending everything is fine”.  The old “lying by saying true things in a way that makes people think you’re making it up” trick is always funny to me, so it’s in. Now that I have established they influence culture to keep their secret, specifying they keep everything looking dark and Gothic just because they think that shit looks cool is a character-building dial-back: some of the stuff they do for their Secret Goal, some of it they do because it’s just neat. While dialing back, I see an opportunity to not make it a unified kingdom, and show their system breaking down and failing in a way that doesn’t hurt a lot of people: they are well able to rule small areas, and that is all nice and cool, but they can’t handle having a lot of people under them, so they don’t have Maximal Rulership.

 

So, did it work? Did you enjoy the vampire duchies, or the format in which they were presented – and what could be done to either to make them better? What sorts of cultures, fetishes, or combinations thereof would you like to see in the future? Please, let us know!

Aww, for me? That’s so sweet!

Re: whether the pandering* worked,

While I do platonically love worldbuilding, the nature (to me, anyway) of broad overviews rather than detailed scenes is to be limited in hotness. It’s got some promise as a foundation on which to build, though.

I’m rather sensitive to repetitive descriptions in erotica, so to me you seem slightly too fond of the word “relax”. Also, I can’t quite place my finger on it, but the piece has a vaguely unpolished feel to it. I mean, that does make sense, since you couldn’t have started writing it longer than a day or two ago, but I thought I’d mention it.

*I’d have used “bottom” rather than “submitter”, but I suppose there’s no point in starting that argument again.

Well, some people do enjoy the broad-strokes worldbuilding, because it gives them a framework in which to construct mental scenarios. Or stories. Or art.

The Monster Girl Encyclopedia setting never really detailed any specific scenes, just ecology, but it became a fully-fledged setting with stories and fanart! Maybe some fanartists wanna get on that? ;-)

(also ‘submitter’ meant ‘person who made the submission to the blog’)

“(also ‘submitter’ meant ‘person who made the submission to the blog’)“

Oh, I see. That makes sense.


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Hentaiculture: The Vampire Duchies Of Otdykh

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(Content warning: Hypnosis, bondage, neither of those being what you were thinking of, vampirism, polyamory, sort-of romanticizing mental illness,  enormous cultural ruses, pandering to submitters [maybe])

This is a new column, where we will be building and detailing a hentai-focused or otherwise lewd culture. We’ll start with the condensed core idea, for those who prefer the short and sweet little nugget they can then build up in their own minds. Then, we’ll go into less necessary details, building up the world and culture and society. And then, at the end, a review from the author, explaining the decisions made and why. 

 

THE SHORT AND SWEET

The Vampire Duchies of Otdykh are known to foreigners as a cold, barren, windswept place, divided up between immortal predators, where all humans are the thralls of a cruel, blood-thirsty master who controls their minds and drinks from their hearts. This is all a ruse. Vampires have the power of hypnosis, not mind control, and cannot force someone to go against their own wishes or alter their thoughts. And they feed from people’s hearts, meaning that even more important than getting people’s blood, is getting those people to LIKE them. Instead of cruel masters, vampires are service tops.

When a band of vampires hungers, they will take a handful of villagers and spirit them away to the vampire castle or manor. The villagers will be hypnotized into a deep, relaxing trance, be bound in restraints (to prevent them wiggling during the blood draining process and causing injury), and then fawned over, having all their needs cared for better than they could do to themselves if they were not bound. In their deep, relaxed hypnotic trance, they are sexually pleasured at whatever pace they find comfortable, or simply massaged if that is their preference. They’re fed opulently, by vampires and vampiresses in sexy Gothic outfits, to keep their body recovering the blood they lose. All the while, they are encouraged to offload any troubles or burdens from their minds to their ‘masters’, who listen attentively and provide support, encouragement, or advice, which sometimes is more effective due to the trance. After a week or so, the villagers are freed from bondage and trance, happier but probably a bit lightheaded, given an excuse note to show their employer, and sent back on their way.

Vampires themselves reproduce through converting other humans into vampires intentionally. Since vampires are so fundamentally insecure, this is not something to be taken on lightly, as it’s kind of like inflicting a mental illness on someone so they can understand you better – for this reason vampires only do it to people who know what it entails, and usually only offer to people who seem insecure anyway. Vampires organize in small bands of 3 to 8, and rely on each other for emotional support much more than tangible service. Everyone in the band is lovers with everyone else, romancing as equals, their presence able to assure one another ‘it’s okay, don’t listen to those thoughts that people don’t like you, because I am here and I prove you are worthy of love.’


DETAILS

Many stories about how terrible vampires are were spread by vampires themselves, for two reasons: to keep their lands from having an influx of people they can’t afford to take care of, and so they don’t feel like people are laughing at them for being wusses. The need to be liked is stronger the closer a person is to a vampire, so for faraway people they will never feed on, it’s okay to be feared instead of liked when the alternative is being a laughingstock. They also spread the story that direct sunlight will kill them – it doesn’t kill them, but it makes them as disoriented and confused as a drunken seven-year-old who just stumbled out of a showing of Eraserhead, which not only makes them vulnerable to being killed by anyone who wants to, it’s humiliating and they don’t want others to see them that way.

Vampires are insecure down to a physiological level: their need for other people to LIKE them, especially the ones they feed on, especially especially those under their ‘control’, is as real as living things’ need for oxygen. Tales of the experience of a newly-risen vampire, overwhelmed with the thirst for the blood of the living? Yeah, that’s because it sounds cooler than an overwhelming wave of “Oh God oh God what if they don’t like me I want them to like me so bad!” Blood from a human who actually likes the vampire is exponentially more fulfilling, physically and psychologically, than any other. Blood from someone who likes you is as filling as, say, a 3-course meal from a restaurant with 3 Michelin Stars, after 2 weeks starving in the desert. Blood from someone who hates or fears you is like trying to chase off heroin withdrawal by huffing paint thinner.

Otdykh vampires pretend – even to their mortal subjects – they are only vassals of a great and secretive Vampire King, and that’s why their polities are merely “duchies”. This is another lie. Yeah, centuries ago they tried to have a Vampire King, but it just didn’t work – the crushing psychological need to have that many people like you is completely overwhelming. The last would-be Vampire King, four hundred years ago, went on a crying jag that lasted a couple weeks, long enough to send him into a torpid sleep that he hasn’t risen from since. The other vampires visit his castle and leave little presents outside his coffin sometimes, in case he’s occasionally poking his head out. Don’t let that give you the idea that vampires are incompetent rulers, though – with smaller groups of vassals, they do very well, responsive to their people’s needs (though keeping odd office hours), and the satisfaction they have after feeding from someone who actually likes them, even from just getting affirmation of their subjects’ appreciation and loyalty, is an elation greater than anything they could experience in their mortal lives. When the first republics arose, there was a treatise by an Otdykh-ian political philosopher decrying it due to the obvious superiority of absolute monarchy at meeting the needs of subjects; this confused the hell out of pretty much everyone else in the world.

Vampires also have a large influence on the culture and art of Otdykh, beyond the fact that vampire artists have a lot more experience at it than the human ones and sort of lead tastes and trends. During their blood-draining spa sessions, they encourage people to write horror stories and create art and architecture in the Gothic style, talking up anyone who has an interest in those genres. Partially, this is to aid their efforts to keep the real nature of vampire rulership a secret. Mostly, it’s because vampires all think horror stories and Gothic art are fucking cool as Hell. After all they do for the human population, and the little they ask in return, people are more than willing to go along with those requests. Those vampires are pretty likable folks, after all! Of course, it’s inevitable, after the invention of mass communications, that the secret gets out eventually. The plan the vampires have come up with is, as soon as the secret gets out, start broadcasting the truth about their feeding sessions, inviting everyone to come and join, in the creepiest tone of voice and most dead-eyed expressions they can manage, and play it off as a “obvious ploy by monsters to trick people into their lair” kinda deal.

The relationships between vampires in their groups are the most important ones they have, as the only people they can relate to as equals, and completely drop all pretense around, and who understand what they are going through. Given every one of them can produce just as much mental anguish as alleviate it, their poly-amorous organization is almost necessary to ensure that SOMEONE has their shit together at any given time.


COMMENTARY

The first installment of this column was originally going to be something completely different, that I realized was just too specific and futa-intensive to be the first installment. Then, on reading the reader submission in response to “Finding My Common Thread I”, I thought to myself, “Yeah, I HAVEN’T seen any hypnosis stuff that isn’t about mind control.” This would be a better choice for the first column – and, plus, it had a guaranteed audience of at least one, who was underserved by the current market!

Since this has to be about a culture, it’s a worldbuilding exercise after all, it can’t just be “a person hypnotizes someone to relax them” – it has to be a culture where it happens often. As the other culture was going to be fantasy-based, and I may want to link them with opportunities to others to contribute to an overall “setting”, fantasy was a good idea here instead of sci-fi. What fantasy creatures can hypnotize people? Naga/lamia, vampires, and mind flayers. Mind flayers are really a D&D thing, naga are supposed to be about crushing power, so that leaves vampires. 

So, why do vampires hypnotize people, but not control them? For their benefit. Why are vampires doing things for other people’s benefit? Well, maybe instead of blood, they feed on happiness – so they need to make people happy. They are service tops! Now, vampires who appear powerful but are secretly emotionally vulnerable are always popular, and since this is about not being sinister, I decide “I need people to like me” is a better way to put it than “feeds on happiness”, and I say they need the blood too, to make it more defined and tangible (and throw a bone to anyone with a bloodplay kink). Vampires are associated with Russia and Eastern Europe, so I name the country “Otdykhat”, which Google Translate tells me means “relax” with the connotation of “like what you do at a spa.” Then, about thirty seconds after I post, someone who speaks Russian wakes up in the middle of the night and informs me this is the infinitive verb form, and it should be “Otdykh”, so I fix it hopefully before anyone notices.

Now that we have non-sinister, emotionally vulnerable vampires as service tops, I figure that the rest should be exactly what you expect the aesthetics and associations of vampires to be – misty moors, castles overlooking villages of human subjects, Gothic architecture, all that – but invert expectations about dominance. So, the village ruled by the vampire is run very well, since the vampire cares more about their opinion of him than a human ruler (and I can joke they accidentally invented Moldbug, who thinks it works this way everywhere else). And instead of being an oligarchy at the top, the band of vampires is at the bottom, mutually supporting each other. With that in mind, I cast them as a sort of mentall illness support group, calling to mind comments from people with personality disorders or other such conditions who talk about how amazingly incredibly good it can feel for their specific needs to be met. Hopefully, by tying it to blood consumption (which everyone expects vampires to have) and not making it any specific personality disorder, people who want that dynamic of mentally-ill mutually-supporting polyamory can focus on that primarily, but those who don’t can just see it as “well, it’s pretty much like drinking blood”. I add a bondage element because it goes well with the concept of a “service top” that I see even less than I see service tops: someone who is bound not to make them helpless, but to show they have no need to help themselves. If there is a name for this, I’d love to know it; “power bottom” is definitely not it.

From there, it’s just filling out a couple of details – think of a couple of common things people deal with, and imagine what they do. For a joke I wanted to make in the original Hentaiculture, I was going to say that television had been invented, so I could say that they had telenovelas that were completely fucking bananas. So, if vampires are keeping up appearances of being evil, TV is going to be a problem – I’ll say, they plan to act really obviously like North Korea, so people say “well, that’s an awful attempt at pretending everything is fine”.  The old “lying by saying true things in a way that makes people think you’re making it up” trick is always funny to me, so it’s in. Now that I have established they influence culture to keep their secret, specifying they keep everything looking dark and Gothic just because they think that shit looks cool is a character-building dial-back: some of the stuff they do for their Secret Goal, some of it they do because it’s just neat. While dialing back, I see an opportunity to not make it a unified kingdom, and show their system breaking down and failing in a way that doesn’t hurt a lot of people: they are well able to rule small areas, and that is all nice and cool, but they can’t handle having a lot of people under them, so they don’t have Maximal Rulership.

 

So, did it work? Did you enjoy the vampire duchies, or the format in which they were presented – and what could be done to either to make them better? What sorts of cultures, fetishes, or combinations thereof would you like to see in the future? Please, let us know!

Aww, for me? That’s so sweet!

Re: whether the pandering* worked,

While I do platonically love worldbuilding, the nature (to me, anyway) of broad overviews rather than detailed scenes is to be limited in hotness. It’s got some promise as a foundation on which to build, though.

I’m rather sensitive to repetitive descriptions in erotica, so to me you seem slightly too fond of the word “relax”. Also, I can’t quite place my finger on it, but the piece has a vaguely unpolished feel to it. I mean, that does make sense, since you couldn’t have started writing it longer than a day or two ago, but I thought I’d mention it.

*I’d have used “bottom” rather than “submitter”, but I suppose there’s no point in starting that argument again.


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#there are few cases in which gifts of porn to someone you barely know can be appropriate #but one of them is when you are interacting on a kink blog #hence the ‘aww’ reaction #reply via reblog #sexuality and lack thereof #nsfw #long post #vampires


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nonternary:

rangi42:

xeppeli:

tunnaa-unnaa:

xeppeli:

xeppeli:

lahore pigeons are some of the most visually appealing birds out there. like in terms of visual design. very minimalist, good contrast.

 

Aesthetic Birds 1

 

Too bad Lahore pigeons are a domestic breed and don’t appear in the wild at all.
Some equally balanced wild colorations include

Aesthetic Birds 2

Pygmy Falcon

Aesthetic Birds 3

Great Hornbill

Aesthetic Birds 4

Wallcreeper

and

Aesthetic Birds 5

Black-throated Loon

this is a good addition to this post. thank you for this birds educations

First impressions:

Lahore pigeons: central in the space of “bird” concept; like fluffy chocolatey NYC pigeons

Pygmy falcon: exactly what it says on the tin; pygmy falcon is to falcon as domestic cat is to tiger

Great hornbill: damn that is cool; reminds me of cormorants’ orange and black color scheme

Wallcreeper: a cross between a butterfly and a bird

Black-throated loon: peaceful-looking; makes an adorable noise

And let me add:

Aesthetic Birds 6

Spectacled owl

Aesthetic Birds 7

Little pied cormorant

Aesthetic Birds 8

Blue-and-white flycatcher

@bartlebyshop


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What You Didn’t Know About Scott Kelly and Living in Space (Floating Urine is Involved)

jtotheizzoe:

sciencefriday:

kpcc:

nasa:

First Ever NASA Reddit AMA from Space Recap

Space AMA 1

NASA astronaut Scott Kelly hosted a Reddit Ask Me Anything on Jan. 23 where people, well, asked him anything.

Kelly answered a range of questions from whether the crew members play space pranks on one another (“Occasionally…” Kelly said without elaboration.) to whether Kelly’s recovery plan will be different than normal (“I think my rehab plan is the same as if I were here for 6 months, but I’m not positive.”).

To start off, here are a few quick facts we learned about Kelly during the AMA:

  • The advice he would’ve given himself before going into space on day 1 would be to pack lighter.
  • His favorite David Bowie song is “Modern Love,” and his favorite non-space related movie is “The Godfather.“ 
  • He uses a Nikon D4 when taking pictures (camera settings and lenses vary).
  • He thought it was cool to watch the movie “Gravity” while he was on the space station, because that’s where the movie took place.
  • Once he lands, Kelly will miss the challenge of being aboard the space station the most.

Here are a few fun questions that astronaut Scott Kelly answered:

What’s the creepiest thing you’ve encountered while on the job?

Space AMA 2

Could a rogue spaceship sneak up on the space station?

Space AMA 3

We finally got an answer for one thing so many of you have been curious about…why does Scott Kelly always fold his arms?

Space AMA 4
Space AMA 5

When astronauts go up to space, they experience something very few others have and see Earth from a very unique perspective. What’s one thing Kelly will do differently once he returns home?

Space AMA 6

Kelly also told one user something unusual about being in space that people normally don’t think about: feet calluses.

Space AMA 7

Another user wanted to know what the largest societal misconception about space/space travel is. According to Kelly, it has nothing to do with science.

Space AMA 8
Space AMA 9
Space AMA 10

To read the entire Reddit AMA with Kelly, visit his IAmA thread.

Kelly’s #YearInSpace ends Mar. 2. Follow him until the end of the journey (and beyond) on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space: http://nasa.tumblr.com

The very first Reddit AMA from space! 

Awesome!

I think my favorite part of Commander Kelly’s AMA was realizing that NASA had to ship up the printed Reddit logo for his AMA verification on one of its cargo flights. 

It currently costs about $10,000 to send a pound of cargo to low-Earth orbit. There’s about 100 sheets of paper in a pound, so that was a $100 sheet of paper. Maybe the most expensive single Reddit logo on or off this planet.


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#space #the brightest star in our sky #the more you know #long post

stability:

 

jimthecitizen:

that’s quitter’s talk

 

bikwin5:

you have to crouch and then press a to do a backflip

 

thephilosophyofnope:

use whirlwind sprint

 

touchyourblood:

climb on the desk and double jump from there

 

azaleecalypso:

hookshot to the ceilight lamp then move the pad back and forth to swing

 

realgirlsgaming:

Hang onto the tiny ledge on either side and shimmy across.

 

sarakitten:

Fuckin triangle jump

 

acearoruby:

Wallrun and jump to it

 

knightsintodreams:

There’s a secret vine on the outside of the building that connects to the window and you open from there

 

kalasraven:

There’s defiantly a secret switch somewhere to allow you to cross. Go and break as many objects as possible until you find the button!!

 

professor-bats:

you’re just not thinking with portals.

 

delcat177:

They intended to dummy it out, but you can still access it if you strafe into the corner at the right angle.  Doing this will bypass 3 nights of your stay and glitch out your room service to read 244 pizzas (the pizzas are actually infinite-use, the counter will not decrease).

 

strawberryr:

Just go outside and punch the ground a couple times. Go back inside and build a noob tower up to the sitting area, it can’t be higher than 3, 4 blocks.

 

termanal-velocity:

jump and then hit control

 

salty-mcfly:

paint the entire wall and then just swim in the ink

 

therealfeedback:

Get a rocket launcher and shoot your feet

 

guitaurenhero:

Build a remote-controlled sentry gun, aim at your feet while crouched, then fire the SECOND button.

 

comparativelysuperlative:

Borrow a ladder.


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Refuge: A Cyberpunk Parody

ilzolende:

sinesalvatorem:

1z1d0r wiped the sweat from his brow and flipped his elegant, jet-black hair. That was one more multi-trillion dollar MegaCorp down for the count. It may have taken a few hours, but never again would Antagonist Inc get away with its inhuman policies of torching rainforests, murdering Chinese dissidents, and having insufficient African American representation in its video games.

The Greatest Hack In History had only taken him forty minutes – down by six from when he pulled off The Greatest Hack In History Until Then last Tuesday, while bored in his Super Advanced HyperMath class. In fact, he’d finished so quickly that, if he went to sleep now, he could be ready and rested for his Tae Judo Fu class tomorrow morning.

Obviously, 1z1d0r was not the type of person who needed to go to school, but his strict father would be forever disappointed with him if he didn’t finish his PhD before he was 18. That left him just six months. Due to this heavy work load, he had been forced to cut back video game time to a mere five hours a day. He had been chafing under these harsh constraints, and this hack had given him a chance to let out his frustration.

However, just as he was about to shut down his razor-thin, 16-core HyperTech Infinity Premiumware laptop, with its 32GB RAM and its gigapixel display, a text editor opened on his computer screen. He paused, confused. He has never been confused before, because he was too smart for that. Yet, somehow, his machine had done something without his consent. The editor window began to fill with words: “Hi. I'm Alison Morais.” He definitely hadn’t done that. And who else would have? Nobody would dare to claim to be the long-lost relative of the famous revolutionary. As he went to shut down his clearly-compromised computer, text continued to fill the screen: “You probably don't believe me. If you're willing to risk it and find out, meet me at The Black Coffee Hat.” He finally found the correct cable, but the words stayed in his memory even as the sudden loss of power wiped them from the computer’s.

Noting the potentially compromised nature of his electronics, he set a fully analog alarm clock for 23, and wrote a paper note to put near it: “If you’re reading this, I haven’t gotten back from The Black Coffee Hat any time close to when I intended to be back by. This probably means something has gone wrong. Call me, but it’s unlikely that my phone would be working in that event, so if it isn’t, call Taymon and tell him that ‘the monkey drowned in the hamburger’.” He then unplugged his electric skateboard from the wall, put the glove with the controls on his left hand, looked contemplatingly at his usual accelerometer-and-airbag-based helmet, and left it behind in favor of borrowing the extra styrofoam helmet on the hook.

1z1d0r threw open the front door recklessly, to assert his dominance over the outside world. The girl next door was looking out her window when this happened, and her heart swooned with the unrequited love she held for our dashing protagonist. “He’s so alpha.” She sighed, dreamly. “Why won’t he ever notice me?” But what she, like many similar females, failed to realise, is that she was only an 8/10, and a man of his stature had Standards.

He then took off down the street at breakneck speeds, ignoring all the traffic rules that The Man tried to impose upon his independent spirit. He was a Rebel. If at least three people weren’t horribly injured in traffic accidents after he’d passed through, then he just hadn’t done a good enough job. Once he had run five red lights and evaded two police cruisers, he arrived outside The Black-Coffee Hat. He took off his own hat (worn over his helmet), of appropriate colour, and scanned the room. He saw several old friends and older rivals. However, he had left this part of his life behind long ago. He now wore a lighter shade of grey.

He continued his scan. Power strips, all full. A water dispenser, with hot water heated by … something. It wasn’t quite clear what. A 3D-printer, with a tip jar next to it and a sign warning him in 72-point Liberation Serif that “Mugs printed with this printer are not suitable for hot beverages!”. A small tree, some of its branches covered with colorful yarn, and … wait. Was there someone sitting behind the tree? There wasn’t even a table behind the tree the last time he was here.

A hand waved to him from behind the tree. Potentially “Alison”’s! He headed towards it, cautiously. Once he was close enough, the person behind the tree grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled. He almost tripped while heading towards the table. Once he was no longer focused on keeping his footing, a feat nobody without extensive training in Tae Judo Fu would have been able to manage, he took a seat and looked at his mysterious host.

The first thing he noticed was that this was the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. After that, he noticed a few comparatively-minor details: Dark skin of a tone typical to (among other regions) the Caribbean, matching her claimed identity. Short hair, clearly cut that way to avoid any attempt to grab it. A T-shirt, bearing an image of a 3D-printed car and the caption “Would You Download A CAR???”. A 3D-printed Chai symbol, which he knew was a Jewish symbol meaning “alive” or “living” (he had, as a self-study project, learned about every religion last year) on what appeared to be a purposefully-flimsy necklace chain. “Hello,” she said. It was, in his opinion, one of the most beautiful pieces of poetry ever written, worthy of being decorated illuminated-manuscript-style and framed on a wall.

“Hello,” 1z1d0r returned in commanding yet friendly tone. He was careful to keep his gaze focussed on her luxuriant eyes, rather than letting it wonder over her equally luxuriant figure. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, I’m sure you recognise my name.” Alison began, and 1z1d0r nodded. “In that case, you should know where I’m from. My country’s really obscure. You probably haven’t heard of it … by name, that is. It appears in your textbooks as the country of [Redacted].”

1z1d0r flinched, but immediately chided himself for doing so. Someone as Alpha as him couldn’t be seen to fear The Name. He recovered with an effortless shrug. “Yeah, I know about that place. Had a revolution a few years ago. Pretty threatening one, too. So we dropped a few A-bombs and sunk the rotten commie bast- I mean brave, martyred revolutionaries.”

Alison raised a single, perfectly-sculpted eyebrow. “Quite. Anyway, I am nothing like my family. I’m a progressive techno-libertarian crypto-anarchist.”

“As am I.” 1z1d0r nodded, realising that this woman’s choice of Perfectly Correct political positions made her not only the most beautiful, but also to smartest woman he’d ever met. She wasn’t one of the sheeple, like that 8/10 who lived next door.

Alison nodded. “Of course. I read your file. That’s how I knew you were the perfect man for the job. I need your help. Agents of RepubliCorp have been trying to track me down and make sure I die just like the rest of my family. My grandfather’s dying wish was for me to be able to live safely and freely in a new land, which is why he had me smuggled out the day before the bombs dropped. RepubliCorp wants to put an end to his legacy and, with it, my life. They are the reason why the history books won’t even mention my country’s name. The only way I can ever be safe again is if we can take it down. In exchange, I can give you access to all the most important secrets my grandfather was hiding which made killing him so important in the first place. Are you with me?”

“Of course I’ll protect you, Alison.” 1z1d0r said warmly, projecting his masculine charm. He was so alpha that Alison managed to blush in spite of her dark skin. “How could I refuse such a mission? From the most beautiful and intelligent woman in the world. And, obviously, as the most handsome and brilliant man in the world, no one could be better suited to the job.”

“Oh, 1z1d0r!” Alison swooned. “I knew I could count on you!”

1z1d0r stood with all the grace that was to be expected of a double-black-belt Tae Judo Fu practitioner. “Let’s blow this joint.”

He took Alison by the hand and led her out the café and into the rain. It was a dark and stormy night. Alison looked up into 1z1d0r’s ferociously loving eyes. She drowned in his limpid pools of mud. Very attractive mud. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on 1z1d0r’s lips, and he kissed back with all the intensity of a freight-train heading for a train-wreck of a sentence. 1z1d0r was filled with excitement at the knowledge that this was a woman who could match his brilliance. Alison was wet. From the rain. They both were, actually. However, that was fine, because 1z1d0r’s FutureTech Astatine skateboard was 100% waterproof while it wasn’t charging. They stood embracing under the silver light of the full moon until the rain petered out. However, the storm of emotions within them would live on.


And that is the 200% legit, no bullshit, True Story™ of how Ilzo and I started dating.


Written by @sinesalvatorem and @ilzolende

Can confirm, am now internet-dating an Alison.

(Am not actually male, but we decided it made sense for the genre.)


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#storytime #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #long post

I Am Depressed And Need To Argue About Something

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sinesalvatorem:

I am feeling low-key suicidal (In the sense of “I would like to die” rather than “I expect to kill myself”. I have high self-control.) and need to distract myself from how awful being alive is. The best distraction that was recommended to me was passionately arguing about something.

As such, I am appealing to Tumblr to send me asks, or reblog this post, with questions about controversial subjects, unpopular opinions, blatant edge-lordery, links to terrible (but reasonably short) Tumblr posts, or anything else that could put me in a fiery state of “someone is Wrong on the Internet”.

I may not be able to reply to All The Things, because bad brains, and my responses may be poor-quality or not endorsed by sane!Alison, but I will feel better while writing what I can.

If you can’t think of anything (you don’t need to reply with anything good, but if you still can’t) but would like to help, reblogging this post at all increases the likelihood that someone will want to edge-lord in my direction.

(Oh, and sending my complimentary asks (even without anything to argue about) helps a lot.)

 

thatismyright:

Claims that public (non-nude) kink is unethical or immoral are stupid purity instincts and have no connection to real consequences. I don’t care if you think that “you’re part of my scene and don’t consent to it”; that’s a fact about your state of mind, not about a state of reality, and my and my sub’s right to do what we want trumps your desire not to be uncomfortable.

 

sinesalvatorem:

…I think I agree with this, actually? IDK if it’s just the fact that I lack purity instincts and can’t properly understand the people who have them, but this seems really reasonable to me and always has.

If something seemed perfectly OK (if quaint) to you when you didn’t know the motivation for it was sexual, it does not become bad upon you learning that it is, in fact, sexual. The goodness or badness of an action is separate from it’s intentions and motivation. It’s about consequences. If wearing a collar as a fashion statement is OK (because it harms no one), then doing so because it turns you on is no better or worse.

Why do people oppose this, anyway? Followers with purity instincts? Followers who agree regardless of squick reactions? Followers who disagree but know how to steelman it? What exactly is going on here?

 

brin-bellway:

This is going to sound weird, please bear with me, but the main reason I value my discomfort around public sexual acts (for broad definitions of such) is precisely because I don’t have an explanation behind it.

Okay, look. I often worry that I don’t have any moral sense of my own, that I only do what I do and think what I think because I have been told to do and think these things. I mean, how could I tell whether a belief in something’s wrongness is really mine or just someone else’s? I can trace nearly everything back to people telling me what to think; maybe I would have thought that way anyway, maybe I wouldn’t. Who can say?

Note that word. Nearly everything.

Because then I look back, and I see a girl, perhaps nine or ten years old. Her Girl Scout meeting has just ended, and the kids are passing the time while they wait for their parents to come pick them up. One of the others pulls a yo-yo out of her bag and swings it in front of another kid’s face. She intones “You are getting veeery sleeepyyy…”

Our protagonist yells at them. “Don’t do that! It’s wrong!”

Kid 3 (the one watching the yo-yo): “Why?”

Kid 2 (the one holding it): “It’s not like I’m really hypnotizing her. It’s just a game.”

She can’t explain why it’s wrong. She doesn’t know. There’s just something in her, bone-deep, visceral, screaming protest at this situation. Can’t they hear the alarm bells going off in their heads?

(Maybe they can’t. The other children’s thought processes are often alien. Perhaps this is just another instance.)

Nobody told that girl to believe that it was wrong. Nobody had even given her enough information to extrapolate that it was wrong. (It will be several more years before she learns about hypnosis fetishism, before she learns that the word she was looking for here was “indecent”.) But she thought it was wrong anyway.

That girl is still part of me. She was clearly not entirely lacking in innate moral sense, and by extension neither am I.

Now, I’m not saying that we as a society should all abide by my moral sense. I mean, if nothing else I can’t think of a way of making it practical. It’s all very well for me to avoid doing erotic things in public and avoid spectating when other people do unintentionally erotic things in public (and I do try to), but what about…if I understood correctly, you yourself recently said you tend to pick up any kink you learn about. How are people like that supposed to get by in the world? The set of things they’re allowed to do would be ever more limited.

So, I agree to let people do public sexual acts, but I do it grudgingly. I don’t really want to be okay with it. Not being okay with it is something I can point to as unambiguously myself, and I do not have enough of those to spare.

P.S. I’m curious, on what grounds do you carve out an exception for nudity-involving things in the “public kink is okay” view? What makes nudity less okay than anything else?

 

sinesalvatorem:

This is very fascinating and cool. Thank you.

In terms of the things related to me:

I do, in fact, pick up pretty much any kink I have sufficient exposure to. This does not at all make it harder to get by. My natural state (sans- brain mods) is asexual, and sufficiently so that I have no visceral reactions or associations with sex. System one believes sexual activity is just the sum of its parts, with no particular significance for being sex.

Also, when I started modifying in the direction of allosexuality, being-disgusted-by-indecency seemed like a wholly sub-optimal trait to have. So I never added it to myself. As such, I will never understand what other people find so weird about a public D/s scene.

I personally wouldn’t make an exception for nudity. I would prefer to live in a world where public nudity was OK; just on the basis that I might, at some point, not want to bother with clothing; while there’s zero downside to me if other people do the same. I used to argue about this as basic liberty thing. However, at this point, I have accepted that every other human being is sufficiently insane that this would probably not be feasible.

 

ozymandias271:

I think it is wrong to do public sex acts that other people will perceive as being sex acts. Therefore, there is nothing wrong with subtle public D/s, fucking in public places you’re unlikely to get caught in, or wearing lingerie under your clothes because it turns you on to do so. But there is something wrong with slapping your partner’s face, fucking on the train, or similar. 

Imagine Alice, who loves public sex, and Bob, who is disgusted by seeing closed-mouth kissing. In a lot of circumstances, they can just go to different places– if Bob goes to the kink event, it is kind of his own fault. But there are other spaces, like the train, where people with a wide variety of preferences meet. The obvious way to do this rule is “Alice and Bob can both do whatever they like on the train”. The problem with that is that every public space now follows Alice’s preferences and none of them follow Bob’s, which is tremendously unfair to Bob, because now he can’t use the train without being upset. So instead we come up with compromise rules: Alice can mostly only do things that don’t upset Bob, and Bob has to avert his eyes when people are doing closed-mouth kissing.

 

sinesalvatorem:

But why draw the line there? Why not be more permissive or more restrictive? Or is it just “the current set of values we have is a Schelling point and we shouldn’t try to mess with it too much”?

 

ozymandias271:

I mean, AFAIK very few people want to have public sex and cannot have their desires fulfilled by fucking in the bathroom or in a sex party, and most people do not wish to see others having public sex, so that’s a rule I’m p comfortable with. Similarly, it seems like a bad precedent to require people to not do behaviors no one can tell they’re doing, so I’m p comfortable with subtle public D/s. 

I can see reasonable disagreement around the acceptability of PDAs in general (I’m pro-PDA but willing to be convinced) and around the acceptability of kinky PDAs (for the same reason that I can hold hands with two partners in public, a woman should be allowed to call her partner “mistress” in public). 

 

tartapplesauce:

The appeal of public sexual acts is their transgressiveness and the outrage they evoke in the mundanes.  After all, if you’re not breaking boundaries, you’re not pushing limits, so what’s the point?

Your thrill depends in large part on imagining my shock/horror/disgust and the patting yourself on the back over how much more liberated and free and natural and open to pleasure you are than repressed prudes like me.

(You have no idea what kind of filthy kink is in my head, you’re going by your idea of what I’m like by my external appearance).

That means that, without my consent, I am being made part of your game.  And if I don’t want to play, I don’t get a choice or the chance to refuse.  And you’re not playing in private, because you need to evoke a reaction from me so you have to show as much as you can get away with, without being arrested.

Even if I’m not morally opposed, or I am morally opposed but agree you’re entitled to go to hell in your own way, or I am not shocked/horrified/disgusted but simply bored or eye-rolling about “Dammit, all I wanted was to get home and decompress on the bus journey or walk home after my crappy day”, I still get your idea of fun shoved in my face.

Just as a bunch of drunken guys may be having a great time yelling and shouting and messing about, but it’s less fun for the sober people around them, then you and your partner may be having a fine time fucking like dogs in public or showing off your D/s credentials or whatever, but that does not mean I get the same enjoyment.

And since this is a public space, so nobody has a greater entitlement to it than another, the rule is compromise: the least annoying thing for the greatest number.

So you turn down your music if it’s leaking through your headphones on public transport rather than swearing at and threatening violence to the person who asks you to turn it down.

And you don’t fuck where people are watching, unless they’re all there by invitation and/or have consented beforehand or at the very least know what’s going to be going on.

It’s common courtesy, consideration, politeness, civilisation.

 

notyourbusinessanyway:

People who likes to make sex in public spaces are thrilled by the chances of being caught, but not always by the actual fact of being caught. Most of them freak out if they actually are. They like the idea, but not the fact. You know, it’s like BDSM. It is a performance. There are very few people who love to perform as a sex slave that would like the idea of being an actual sex slave. So if you see people having sex in a public place it’s not that they like to shock you, they don’t mind you, they’re too focused on themselves to actually know about you. That’s why drunken sex on the beach is so profitable to thieves. The witness is not part of the pleasure. The witness is totally out of the picture. If they were so turned on by the idea of people looking at them, they will pay attention and realize that the peeping-tom is not just looking, but fucking stealing they i-phones.

So it’s not about kinks, it’s about lack of good manners and/or intoxication. Like urinating in front of people. It’s not that they love to do it, they do it because they’re too wasted and don’t fucking care.

But what was the main post about? I remember something about “don’t do unrelated things that I find alluring in front of me because it’s obscene”. Well, no. You find it obscene, it’s your problem. If you’re turned on by feet, don’t tell me not to show my toes, my toes are mine and it’s not me who has the problem. Learn how to control yourself. It’s like that tale about Muhammad talking to a girl and the disciple looking at her tits like a pervert. He pushed the disciple’s face aside: it was his fault, not hers. And we’re talking about tits, body parts that most people will find alluring, not kinky stuff. So, if even a religious major figure from the sixth century agree with the “if you’re horny it’s you who’s got the problem, not us” thing, maybe it’s not as progressive as it seems. It’s common sense.

 

brin-bellway:

‘But what was the main post about? I remember something about “don’t do unrelated things that I find alluring in front of me because it’s
obscene”.’

Really? The main post certainly doesn’t say that (the OP doesn’t mention sex at all), and the only thing like that I see anywhere in this reblog-chain is me describing the thought processes of a freaked-out ten-year-old running on instinct. @sinesalvatorem asked her followers what it’s like having a purity instinct, so I told her. As far as I can tell, nobody actually endorsed making people stop doing unrelated things that someone around them happens to find alluring.

 

notyourbusinessanyway:

I must confess I didn’t go back to the start and re-read it, I just kept on writing. I didn’t thought someone would actually read my input. But you’re right.

Thank you. I’m glad we understand each other.

(I saw your reblog because I was looking at the notes of the thread to see what else people had added.)


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