By Thomas Oldenough | September 7, 2019 | Comments Off on Fantasies don’t exist in a vacuum.
“Fantasies dont exist in a vacuum. if you enjoy sex with adults “pretending to be chilren”, you want to have sex with children, whether you actually do it or not. And that’s called a pedophile.” — Anonymous Ask
Unless you can convince me that Marilyn Monroe was still a child at age 25 I’m gonna have to call your bluff on that, champ.
Chances are pretty good you don’t have any children yourself, and if you genuinely can’t tell the difference between children and adults who act playful it’s a good thing you don’t – you’ll patronize and insult your parenting partner and you’ll expose your children to developmentally inappropriate and damaging behavior!
However if you were a parent you’d quickly understand the difference is unfathomably vast, and equally quickly understand that telling the difference between a dad and a D/Lg Daddy is… well… childishly simple.
As it is you’re just stereotyping the owl shit out of a niche kink. (Tip: it may similarly disappoint your prejudices to learn that most gay men don’t wish they were a girlie just like their dear ma-mah.)
Nothing personal, and it might seem funny for an older, experienced gentleman whose kinks are D/Lg and age play, but…
Go play with someone your own age.
Seriously!
You have no idea how much benefit you get from negotiating boundaries with your peers, of exploring your feelings and (when you’re ready) your bodies together with your peers.
Kink relationships, even fleeting ones, even hookups, are still relationships! And even when your bodies feel more than ready to try things on the big hill your negotiation, boundary, cooperation, and other relationship skills take between five to eight years to develop after puberty. Trying to short circuit developing those skills with people who’ve already developed theirs (or imagine they have) leaves you with a lifetime of catching up.
In other words, adults and minors should not interact because it’s the law, or because of morality, or “what will your friends and family say” but because in practice it causes workability problems for connection, relationships, and adult sexuality.
The years from 14-18 might seem like forever when you’re a minor. But to any adult they’re a drop in the bucket. An adult who’s unwilling to give you room to develop and grow isn’t “experienced and wiser” because someone actually experienced and wiser wouldn’t put your lifelong sexual, emotional, and relational happiness at risk for a little bit of slap and tickle.
With all my heart, go find someone your own age.
If you’re really still interested we’ll all still be here. And if you’re really still interested you’ll be worth the wait.
But for now go find someone your own age.
And same, duh, for goddamn grownups, m’kay? You want to be a “minor supporter” then support goddamn minors and let them grow up on their own!
By Thomas Oldenough | June 22, 2019 | Comments Off on For the first 18 years age is *more* than just a number
Just a reminder for folks who’s age isn’t listed in their blog header and where it’s not at all clear that everybody people in your posts are adults.
I’m glad you enjoy my blog but if someone is underage and trying to interact with adults they’re not “Littles” and they’re not being “kinky.”
And for cognitive reasons related to the development of sexuality they shouldn’t be visiting adult blogs. It’s not simply about “age of consent” or morality or legality. Those are factors, sure, but it’s more that there are too many adults who, looking back, realize they got really fucked over and fucked up before their sexuality was fully developed, and because of this they find their ability to express themselves sexually or enjoy sex or form trusting relationships with partners is diminished or extinguished.
For this and other reasons please add your age to your sites so I’ll know it’s ok not to block and/or report you. I’m not singling anyone, but I do ask this of anyone who isn’t clearly an adult.
Yes. Age is just a number. And yes 18 can seem like a particularly arbitrary number. But statistically and demographically it’s a perfectly reasonable arbitrary number.
Incidentally, this message isn’t just for minors: everybody needs to play only with others on their own side of that number.
Are you only into age play or do you like littles and age regressors
I love age play but I’m perfectly happy with Littles and age regressors. Though I think maybe there’s not as much difference as gets made out to be.
First of all because everybody has that little “inner child” inside them – a whole cascade of them actually. As a parent of grown children told me just before I became a father, “children grow like dipped candles, everything they were is still there even if they’re buried under layers of older experience and growth.”
Sometimes age play is just roles you take on, like any other kind of sex play. And that’s wonderful. And sometimes regression or “Little space” is a manifestation of Submissive’s subspace. And that’s wonderful too.
So if we’re all the sum of all our experiences, and if some people regress to very early ages and call that “being Little,” others still regress but not as far back. We don’t have a word for “Littles who regress to that first year away at college or marriage or work where they’re proud of their new, independent life but still nothing’s better than that feeling of ‘coming home to Daddy.’” But that feeling? Of being able to let go and be held and cared for and supported unconditionally and not judged, knowing you’ll be able to return to your life restored and refreshed and always welcome back? That’s a kind of regression too, isn’t it? Just regression for big girls.
And want to know something? Even big girls sometimes like to fall back into things they did when they were Little. Like wearing pink, and holding a stuffie. And being scooped up and whirled around and then bounced on the bed.
And when it’s their Daddy and not their father? When they’re a grown woman and not an actual small child? Then there can be elements that really, seriously shouldn’t happen to real children or real relatives.
Where being bounced on the bed might include Daddy bouncing with you. Or on you. Or in you! Where when you put on your big girl clothes and put your overnight bag over your shoulder and your Daddy stands in the door and says “go get ‘em tiger” with a wistful but impossibly happy-that-you’re-you smile? When you’re a Little and he’s your Daddy you can go take on the world feeling restored, and refreshed, and also thoroughly and contentedly well-fucked.
By Thomas Oldenough | June 11, 2019 | Comments Off on Pretty fucked up of Tumblr that I can post topless selfies but you can’t…
Pretty fucked up of Tumblr that I can post topless selfies.
Funny how I was basically crippled with asthma till nearly age 30. 6’4” and about 140 pounds. Horizontal stretch marks on my hips from growing just short of 12 inches in just over 12 months. Sunken chested and so skinny my tummy was concave under my ribs!
Thank goodness for albuterol inhalers though! Started exercising in earnest in my late 30’s. Hit my peak fitness maybe 10 years ago.
I’m older now -old enough to be the father of far more than half the worlds population. (And boy is my dick tired… no, wait! 😂)
But it still feels good to have been getting back to the gym.
Cause Now I’m a D/Lg Daddy I ought to be able to put around half the worlds population over my shoulder and carry them to bed, patting and squeezing their cute little upturned asses as we go up the stairs… don’t you think, tatertot?
