Warning, rant ahead: @instructor144 recently had an anon ask about D/s and make snarky comments about being raised to see women as strong and independent, not weak.
I am a submissive woman. My response to the seemingly unending implications of my being weak because I’m submissive is FUCK YOU!
This is #me in the pic running another 100 miler. And yep, I biffed it at mile 60. A beautiful face plant. So I got the fuck up and ran to the next aid station at “No Hands Bridge.” See the little lump on my hip? That’s an ice pack on the massive contusion from a rock I managed to smack. Turned out I had a bone bruise and two cracked ribs. Did I whine and look for some man to rescue me, pull a damsel in distress? Nope. Got the fuck out of the aid station and ran the next 40 miles with ice shoved down my pants. (Side note – you find out who your real friends are when you need them to shove ice down your shorts after running 60 miles.) The shirt I’m wearing says “RUN LIKE A GIRL” I had just turned 49. (Hey, a girl’s gotta celebrate, right?)
I’m a lot of things, but weak ain’t one of them.
Answering the women who say I contribute to sexism, misogyny, and the degradation of women ….
1.) Equality and freedom means I get to choose for myself.
2.) “My body, my choice” doesn’t mean shit if you decry my choices.
4.) Stop policing other women. We get enough of that shit from religion, etc. Don’t be a fucking lowlife collaborator. I have your back for your choices. If you don’t have mine, at least have the decency to sit down and shut the fuck up.
5.) STOP BLAMING WOMEN FOR THE BAD BEHAVIORS OF MEN!!! You’re just providing aid and comfort to the “She was asking for it"crowd.
And here’s another piece of unsolicited advice:
Never underestimate the strength of a woman and never fuck with one that runs 100 miles in the mountains for fun!
And, yes, I feel much better having had this little rant.
That sound you just heard was a MIC DROP up in here, motherfuckers!! Some of the deepest submissives I’ve known have been have been the strongest, smartest, sharpest, most bad ass women I’ve known. Check your preconceptions and prejudices at the door, or else shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down.
Damn skippy 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Even amazing people can’t live forever. But the lessons they teach us can. Pass this on: Who we are in bed has little relationship to who we are in life.
My beloved Hubby has been given instructions to post (with the date added below) this on the day of my death after personally notifying @instructor144 of my arrival to the next room.
Thank you all for being a part of my journey. I needed you and you delivered beautifully! You added so much joy to my final years. Cancer took so much from my body, but you made sure that weasel-y fuck couldn’t take me away from me while I was still living. Cuz really, who wants a zombie me? No one, least of all me.
So, a few parting thoughts….
@magpie-69 you are so much the best of us. The world needs your subby heart. I loved every minute of you! You just kinda made me feel happy, which is a helluva gift to get when you’re so fucking sick! I’ll be keeping a special eye over you…..
@itsshinycollectordestinyworld you are beyond smart, probably one of the brightest lights the world has today. You have supernatural understanding of the human conduct and kindness.
@crusoesampersand that nagging feeling you’ll have about needing to that epic run will be me haunting you. You walk with grace. Your family is blessed to you. I stand and salute you ma’am.
@cherishedproperty I can never thank you enough for the profound gratitude you provided me by openly sharing your own loss. Your raw courage is a sight behold.
If #pleasurewhore ever makes back to these parts, tell her I adored her and her pen. I’m sorry I missed her.
There’s soooooooo many more to name, but I can’t. My brain is iffy at best now. Please don’t take a lack of a mention as anything other than cancer eating away at my brain. If I loved you then, I love you still, you’d just have to remind who you are first. #FUCKCANCER
Please folks, do a dead girl a solid will ya? Please be kind to one another, starting with yourself. Love one another well.
Don’t you see that we’re all we’ve we got? The world is full a people we have to hide from, including our own families. Can’t we at least have one nice place where we can be all of ourselves? None of us is perfect. But don’t confuse each others hearts and intentions with our attempts at words.
Death is nothing at all, except the great equalizer.
I leave you with this classic bit of wisdom by Henry Holland:
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
09/20/19
She’s always been the best one of us. She still is. Not because we knew her or loved her, or even because we learned everything from her. It’s because she taught us. Set the standard. Showed us by example
A hero. A lover of her beloved man. Wise and sharp and poetic. An athlete and first responder who took risks to bring people back to their families and friends and community. Best proof ever that Submission is no barrier to leadership.
Life isn’t all about sex or philosophy or love. Life is about dying too. And she’s still teaching us about that part of life too.
There are a thousand million trite clichés about dying. Choose none of those. Be you when you live. And still be you when your turn comes to die, as we all must. Take your time if you can.
honestly imagine being mary shelley. its the fucking early 1800s. we’re barely out of the era when people thought women reading novels would lead to like debauchery and premarital sex. the weather is just fucking bonkers in yonkers. everybodys clothes looked like they oughta weigh two hundred pounds. everyones goth but goth isnt a thing yet so they dont even know it. your kids are dying. your husbands dead. your friends are all probably doing coke. your doctor is also both doing and maybe prescribing coke. no electricity. people are out there just staring into the void and having clandestine affairs in graveyards or some shit just because theres nothing else to do. and whats that? youve just written frankenstein. girl what the fuck even–
today is mary shelley’s birthday. honor her legacy by looking at the completely bonkers shit happening all around you and just saying well might as well fuck around and invent an entirely new literary genre
She was 21 when she wrote Frankenstein. She’d be 223 today.
(the gif at the end was her idea, don’t anybody blame me!! ;)
Hey there Tumblr! It’s Mother’s Day – a good time to be a Tumblr mom type with a letter for my little friends and followers about some not so little things. First, I wanna say all you little people are totally awesome and make me giggle. I’ve spent many a happy hour enjoying you messing with 144. And you bring out the “mom” in me while making it easy for me to just roll with it when my own little streak kicks in. We are sisters and brothers of the subby hearts club Okay, on to the stupid boring grownup stuff…. I’m imagining that some of you were upset the day I went away from Tumblr. I was feeling pretty little myself that day. I wasn’t feeling good and my medicine made it hard to be good at being a big girl. My words came out wrong and people started fighting and arguing about them. Some, even said I was a bad person, which made me so very sad that I’d used my words in such a mixed up way. So, I made the very best grownup decision I could for me. I just needed to be okay with me. Okay, onto my being sick….. My kinda sick isn’t going to get better. That makes me really, really, REALLY mad and sad. But the really good news is that all the medicines that made me feel even sicker are all done now. I get to feel better, even though I’m never gonna get better. I don’t know exactly when, but before Christmas for sure, my sick will make me go to sleep forever and ever. Yes, it’s sad. But, no, it doesn’t hurt anymore and it’s not scary. Think of it like bedtime – no one ever really likes bedtime, especially when you feel wide awake and wanna play! But sooner or later everyone goes to sleep. It’s just my turn is all. It’s my forever bedtime. But, just like when you’re asleep, it doesn’t hurt. I’ll be safe and snug in my own bed with my Hubby (like 144 he pretends He’s all scary and not secretly a daddy type) when I finally fall fast asleep. I have some very important things you need to hear: (1) This doesn’t mean everyone will get sick and go away. It does NOT mean you will get sick. (2) It’s okay to be mad, sad, or scared – even all at once! (3) Talk to your Caregiver(s) about your feelings. If you can’t find the right words, draw a picture, or write a story, or sing a song, or, or, or – just make a way to let your Caregiver(s) know. You are perfect just the way you are. I’m so very proud of you all for the biggest bravery of them all – being little in a great big noisy world. We big people have it far easier to go out and do grownup stuff. And, we risk far less when we let ourselves be vulnerable. You littles are the bravest of us all …. I want you to do whatever you need to do to be okay – even if that means never reading or thinking about me and sick stuff ever again. It’s okay with me. I will love you anyways – so there!!!!!! THBBBLLLLLLLLL Okay, time for me to say as Shiny would, TTFN Group Hugs All Around Love,Moi <3 <3 <3
@submissive-seeking will always be a truly amazing human being. This is only a tiny fraction of a fraction why. But it’s more awesome than some people’s entire lifetimes.
Diana Rigg as Emma Peel in The Avengers circa 1960s. Today is her 80th birthday, most of you know her as Olenna Tyrell, the queen of thorns in Game of Thrones
Also, Mrs. James Bond.
Always going to tip my hat to attractive older women…
Turing played a pivotal role in cracking intercepted coded messages that enabled the Allies to defeat the Nazis in many crucial engagements, including the Battle of the Atlantic, and in so doing helped win the war.[10][11]Counterfactual history is difficult with respect to the effect Ultra intelligence had on the length of the war,[12] but at the upper end it has been estimated that this work shortened the war in Europe by more than two years and saved over 14 million lives.[10]
So in other words you can make major contributions to abstract mathematics, foundational computer theory, computer engineering, and chemistry…
And still suck dick.
And the only thing you have to worry about is a bunch of throwback sex-hating, homophobic and/or misogynistic fuckwads who don’t like the idea of you sucking dicks.
Never forget: a “slut” is someone who enjoys sex that other people don’t think they should enjoy, with people other people don’t think they should be having sex with, and having sex more often than other people think they should.
Big hats off to Alan Turing, who among other things would have landed several Nobel Prizes if he hadn’t been hounded literally to death. And whether you’re a man or woman or genderqueer, a giant fuck you to anyone who says you can’t be intelligent, successful, and sexual.
