Hey Nonny–
It’s the last Thursday Hersday, and this message breaks my heart. We deserve ownership of our bodies, and we deserve to see that we’re not alone with whatever quirks our bodies might have. Doing this has made me so happy. It’s pushed me to seek out more content creators and sex workers who are queer and whose values and communities overlap with my own, and it’s helped remind me that I’m truly kinky, even if I don’t get to engage in kink a lot.
I hope that my blog will get to stick around and that I won’t be forced into private mode. I plan on blogging much like I always have, honestly.
And who knows, I might even do a different kind of thursday hersday in the future if @horsegirlharry and the many of you who’ve participated are down with it. Tumblr may have shut down the titty, but HEY GUESS WHAT, FUCKERS–that’s not the only thing we find sexy!
Clothed bodies of all shapes, sizes, colors, and abilities are sexy. Power dynamics are hot, with or without clothes. Confidence and honesty and resistance are gorgeous. And they haven’t limited our words yet, so maybe we can push ourselves to publish smut that prioritizes our desires and throws the male gaze in the fucking trash where it belongs.
IDK what’s next, but it’s not nothing. We’re still fighters.
Tag: lovely
For us to showcase this character who is a core member of the ensemble, who’s not going anywhere, who is happy, who has friends, a chosen family that she loves, and who is successful in her life, is something I never saw growing up on television. I never thought a happy ending could be for me. And now I am playing someone who is out, who is bi, and who is going to succeed. There’s a beautiful line that Captain Holt, played by Andre Braugher, says in the show. He says, “Every time someone says who they are, it makes the world a better, more interesting place.”
Stephanie Beatriz accepts the GLAAD Media Awards for Brooklyn Nine-NineIiii loooove yoooooooouuuu
Waves @zooeyscigar
John/Sherlock [text] …did you just send me a nude?
OK so I wrote basically an entire ficlet before this and then scrapped it and started over because it was getting way too long. I might go finish it though and will tag you if I do!
John’s text alert sounded and he opened up the message as he stepped inside to see his next patient. What he saw nearly made him drop his phone and certainly made him turn around immediately, making his apologies to Mrs.Horton, telling her he’d be back in a few minutes. He scrambled into the men’s room and went inside a stall, locking the door behind him and sitting on the toilet to open the picture again.
It wasn’t quite a dick pic. John had sent a few of those in his past and received a couple as well. This was more of a nude, really.
The photograph was taken in a mirror –the mirror in the bathroom at 221B to be exact– and captured more than just the subject’s (Sherlock’s, it was definitely Sherlock’s, John reminded himself) cock. It also caught Sherlock’s slim abdomen, the jut of his hipbones and the trail of dark hair that led from his navel down into a closely trimmed thatch of pubic hair. It showed his thighs, which were well muscled and lean, and– only just slightly –the curve of his bum. His face was cropped out, but there was no doubt in John’s mind that it was him. John pulled up his texts from Sherlock and began typing.
Did you just send me a nude?
No.
Are you certain?
I think I’d know if I sent you a nude picture, John. Perhaps it’s one of your dates.
No dates right now, git. And none with a cock.John’s phone showed Sherlock typing, then pausing for a long moment, then finally typing again. He sighed and waited, hoping he could have a few more minutes of privacy. Finally Sherlock’s response came.
Please delete!!
It’s ok, Sherlock. I see bodies all the time. I’m a doctor after all.
I didn’t mean to share it. I hit delete. I thought I did.
It’s fine. You’ve nothing to be ashamed of.
I’m not ashamed. I’m embarrassed. There is a difference you know.John nodded to himself. Of course it had to be embarrassing to know your friend had seen you naked. Not only naked, really, but naked in a sexual way. Sherlock had looked as though he were offering himself up to the camera. It wasn’t the same as seeing him traipsing around the flat in a sheet. It did give John an idea, though.
I’ll send you a nude. Tit for tat, as it were.
I don’t mind.Before he could read Sherlock’s response or allow himself to chicken out, John rucked up his shirt and pulled down his trousers and pants. He wasn’t hard, but after a couple of tugs and a quick look at Sherlock’s picture, he was halfway there. He turned so that the stall door was behind him and did his best to pose before clicking several pictures.
He sent the least blurry one quickly, not wanting to chicken out, and tucked himself back in before washing his hands and heading back to his appointment.
Drawing johnlock porn in front of my mom like a boss.
Yeah. That’s how I roll!
Also, I’m rubbish at backgrounds. Obviously.
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