flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

Oh my god I found an album a friend gave me years ago called Sex And Politics that they described as "basically our conversations" and I realise I've only gotten worse.

#mine #spraffing

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

It's also worth recognising the kink spaces take on very different characters as you look at different communities.

Online spaces, in my experience, are more likely to tolerate extremes - particular countercultural extremes - than realspace kink, which tends more mainstream.

There are lots of reasons for this. Setting up and attending realspace events can take money and time, so folks who are able to organise and attend larger, realspace events are usually folks who have privilege enough to afford it.

That's not getting into the fact that not all of us are able to safely come out of the closet. This is another thing where being more normal (i.e., part of the prestige culture) and more privileged can make it easier and safer to actually engage in kink in public spaces.

So you end up with realspace kinkspaces that are predominantly middle class and politically conservative next to all of us radicals. You get sex positive kinksters hanging out in anarchist event spaces and whatever the hell the far right people are doing (I don't care to know) and it's just... a mess.

I guess we're all kinky though.

Why do you think BDSM communities are so politically schizophrenic? I feel like there's no other community I've ever been a part of where people were so reliably either hard left anarchists and communists or right wing nuts who have really bought into the male supremacy fantasy they jerk off to. I just don't know a lot of boring kinky liberals - I think the closest you get these days is people who came to it via sex positivity and have been kind of living under a rock for most of the last decade.

Like it's something I think about a lot as a woman who gets off on the misogyny thing. It always feels like a gamble whether I want to check the profiles of the people whose posts I masturbate to because they're as likely to be a Real Patriarch Patriot as they are to just acknowledge this is all a weird sex thing.

And I'm not throwing stones here, I'm the ancom stereotype, it's just this divide feels kinda unique IME.

[There was once a long post here. Now there is this. Thank you, page refresh. And by “thank you”, I mean “fuck you”.]

The intersection of sex and power is a place lots of people want to visit, no matter where they’re coming from. It’s going to attract people who embrace it unironically, and people who come at it from a place of fascinated revulsion. And the mere existence of those two groups will inevitably inflame the passions of those at the opposite extreme… just sharing a common space arouses the lot of them in ways they probably don’t want to consider too much.

Speaking as a boring kinky liberal, I think you’re on to something with the sex-positivity comment. I got here via third-wave feminism, and while I live above-ground almost 100% of the time, nothing that’s happened in the last decade has led me to switch horses… I’ve had to re-engineer and tweak my existing philosophy over the years, but I’ve yet to see anything that would make me abandon it. There are probably quite a few of us still hanging around, although in this context, we’re largely indistinguishable from the post-Fleabag, “disassociative feminism” crowd.

I don’t see a ton of the Real Patriarch Patriot stuff ‘cause I block ‘em as soon as they follow me, thus minimizing my reach into that communal subset. I don’t mind the “this is for me, not all women” tradwife crowd, or even kinky konservatism in general… just the angry, entitled types who think the world must be saved from women with nose rings and a relative handful of people who like fucking with the concept of gender.

#look my blog is pretty much the intersection of kink and politics already

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

its kinda funny thinking about how hypnosis is fairly close structurally to some lost form of magic in some fictional world.

its a thing that does exist, but has been buried in centuries of misinformation, dramatization, and fantasy, and has had its power relegated to a party trick. people think that stuff like stage hypnosis isnt real at all, or just peer pressure, or some concoction of rationalizations to explain it all away.

you almost need to just start exploring it yourself, to experiment and note down and build your intuitive knowledge to become more skilled at the art. things arent easily scientifically pinned down, muddied and made emissive by the inconsistencies of our perception and its damping or amplifying effects.

it's as close to a soft magic as there is still remaining in our world, one that by design resists this ever encroaching idea that everything is boringly knowable and that life is without a beauty that cannot be replicated over and over again in a lab.

hypnosis and its functions are rooted at the very core of our minds, of humans and humanity, and it's cast aside conceptually like a tome in an old library, containing some fascinating secrets of the world.

it's neat is i guess what my point is.

#it is very neat! #But. #I'm going to have to do an epistemology and hypnosis and cognition Post(tm) #Goddamnit.

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

it's so funny when people are surprised that they can be clicker trained like a dog. of course you can, you're an animal too. thing is, when you clicker train dogs it's actually harder to.

dogs don't know they want it already, after all. you could be trained in a week.

#nocturnowlette

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

Cognitive Dissonance

There's a common sort of myth with hypnosis, "you can't be hypnotized to do anything you don't want to".

And that's not true.

But the way that -I- hypnotize people is that I simply tap into the things that they DO want.

The things that, usually due to trauma or upbringing, they're afraid to ADMIT to themselves that they want.

I LOVE cognitive dissonance. It's like a wide open door into people's minds.

#simon-says-shush

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

Rejecting the patriarchy by - *checks notes* - doubling down on the gender binary. Cool.

i know you're a gay guy and may not have any skin in this game but maybe your followers will have some advice-- if i'm a binary-ish trans man who generally passes for cis (although i'm not stealth besides at my job), and someone i know doesn't put a strict label on their sexuality and considers themselves "attracted to everyone but cis men", i have no idea if that includes me or not. doesn't help that they don't express much interest in men in general. i know the real answer is "make your move and they'll either reject you or reciprocate" but im just anxious about being perceived as a man fetishizing queer women even though theoretically "everyone but cis men" does include me im not sure if they mean it in like a "everyone but people who move through the world as men" way. so i guess my question is, what do queer women and nonbinaries typically mean when they say "everyone but cis men"

my advice would be don't fuck someone with such a transphobic, transmisogynistic dating policy dude!!! what it "means" is that they think a person's anatomy determines their identity in some crucial way!! that is not it!!!

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

The modern enthralling summon, though no less compelling, simmers under the skin, it's siren song exists through pixels and signals, wires and code. But it is no less haunting in its evolution. We are mesmerised by screens. keeping our devices close and hearing phantom tones to check alerts and updates. Who are we beholden to now? Who has our attention? Whose notifications send the little bell to your neurons and make you watch, click, like and subscribe? Enslavement is easier when you keep the monitoring device in your pocket.

The windows we stare wistfully, lustfully, out of glow, and sometimes stare back at us.

#sleepingrose

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

I’m a cis man sure but i also wanna opt out of the gender binary. None of that shit is my fault or my responsibility and i don’t want any part of it

#such a goddamned mood

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

And while we're on my feed I want to give props to y'all for being deviant as fuck with one hand while using the other to type out shit like "the settler-colonial belief that stories in book form are superior is classist, racist, and simply untrue."

Tumblr just recommended me NASA's blog and, - like - I'm not saying I don't want to see NASA's blog but also it looks rather out of place in this account's feed.

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

*gets out behaviour modification textbook*

Reblogging nasty shit on tumblr as if I’m not a shy bumbling mess of a thing irl

#Look I'm just saying these are hurdles we can overcome

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

i keep thinking about a post i saw that was like “the feminist was so tired of seeing the bimbos get everything they wanted so she joined them” and it’s like. that is so far from the truth lmao you know who has everything they want? its the independent hard working feminist girls. you know who has a whole lot of shit they dont want? the girls who were groomed into valuing male validation and servitude. they’re fucking miserable. look at them.

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

Tumblr just recommended me NASA's blog and, - like - I'm not saying I don't want to see NASA's blog but also it looks rather out of place in this account's feed.

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

I cannot overstate how much better trance is when you really get to know your sub. More than just the obvious "what are they into". Sure, knowing whether they'd prefer to be a pet or a slave is important too but it goes so much deeper than that. For example, if you're using imagery, what sort of motifs are they the most drawn to? Are they more attracted to the idea of magic, nature, technology, or the more classic hypnosis stuff? Personally, I can imagine and focus on the flame of a candle far easier than a spiral. If someone asked me to picture a spiral, I could do it but I wouldn't be nearly as immersed as if they had put more effort in gearing the induction toward my proclivities. It makes a real difference.

Take inspiration from life. Is your sub a ceramicist? Relate your control over them to how they mold the clay to their desired shape at the wheel. Do they play D&D? Use fantastical and magical imagery to develop roleplay. Musician? Remind them of focus, flow, and ease of playing a song they've memorized. Get really creative with your inductions. It makes hypnosis so much more satisfying.

#government-issued-catgirl

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

4 mins of me reciting "my body belongs to daddy, daddy knows what I need, I don't need to cum" until I edge.

#ayerslix #that is a very lovely “yet”

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

Private Cam Session

I had an interesting session with Sir some time ago. Interesting because, much like some theoretical cat, I'm not even sure Sir was there. But it's in the knowing that would have changed the trance, that would change it still in some way. Forgive some tangents on this journey with me, my mind tends to wander when I think of sessions.

Denied, desperete, edging, ravanous for his attention, pathetically needy for his orders and the rush that punctuates his presences. That's how you'll find me, dear reader, in this moment I'll share with you. The knifeblade balance between obsession, addiction and grounded sanity is something of the way we play. Sometimes it never goes far enough and somtimes I get knicked. Not that that's particularly releveant here.

I can't remember how long it had been since I'd tranced with him. But he asked the Doll to put her camera on. It was unexpected, but I can't help but squirm just remembering the pleasure from his eyes on me, when I have the chance to be in that moment, it takes some willpower to say no. I can't help it that when Sir makes this request, at midnight or 2am I RUN to my vanity to paint on some eyeliner or a brighter colour to my cheek and lips. I can't help that I want him to see only the version of me I find valuable. There are some exceptions to the rule but most times he asks, there's something so very catching to find myself drawing out wings on my eyelids at 3am knowing I'll be wiping it off in an hour ot falling asleep in it just to please him. To make that gesture to please him. One could say I'm already accepting a trance invitation from that alone, already accepting that my body is for his pleasure, to be made to appeal to his pleasures. I like that. I like being whatever fuckdoll fantasy Sir might imagine me to be.

Sir had me turn the camera on. But then he left. A meeting. He would not be watching. not replying. not listening. But all the same. Camera on Doll. And edge until he came back. An hour or two was implied, I lost track of time. Truthfully I'd wanted this. There's always something of a restraint when I know he's there. When I'm performing for him and I'm still….ensuring I am keeping to his tastes, his limits. An agreed and implied boundary. This was different. i'd be edging alone, entertaining myself. Falling deeper, pining more. But was my audience there? Was I still held to the same line when in writing no one was there? i'm not sure if i wish he was or wasn't. but if I'd known he was it would have been different.

I had my headphones in, finding a pleasing spiral and bineural background melody to lull myself into the stupour I knew Sir would be familiar with. It started off easily. Mantras, chanting. I was in lingerie. I just wanted to be a doll. I half thought perhaps I would be better to end the session, blame some tech issue and call it a day. The likelihood was Sir would come back and have 15 minutes of time left really. The camera was some pleasurable formality he'd left for me, but if he wasn't there he'd never know. But what if he was?

I flipped the scenario in my mind over and over. Edging myself and edging closer to convincing myself that he likely wasn't there. It was all a fantasy I was concoting in my head. If Sir was there and I overstepped he'd simply switch off while I was mid hypnotic session, my own tech issues excuse easily thrown back at me. But if he was. If he was, what kind of show would I want him to have? What kind of toy could I be if Sir wasn't there, but was? This was the thought, fantasy that slowly filtered out the others. It was as simple as him switching off if it was too much. It was as simple as falling deeper for my pleasure and the idea of him watching was what pleased me. The beautiful thing about reciting mantras and acting on an autopilot is that slowly these played out scenarios started to fade and I was left reciting, uncaring. Staring. A Doll. A toy. Staring. Sinking. Repeating. Uncaring. Existing to please. There or not. Nothing mattered. Just the order. Camera on Doll. Edge, recite. Yes Sir.

4 times I came close to finishing, almost 5. 3 times I started to grow manic, feeling the well of devoted, craving submission I show Sir rarely - and usually only through text - overcoming me into raptuous and rapid fire venerating lust fueled slavish recitations and need, bordering on the evangelical. I found new purpose and meaning in each mantra, one almost making me come instantly if I said it until I had to withold it. Letting my body and mind simmer down again.

Perhaps what surprised me most, and the reason for this exploratory post, is that I found myself watching myself. Something I haven't let myself do before. When I normally have my camera on I'll minimise it. I'm too self concious, the sight of myself throws me out of trance. I can't stand it. but not now. Not in this moment where the only thing I can be is a pretty slutty Doll for Sir. Who may or may not be there.

So I watched me. I watched me contort and press my hands over my tits, between my legs, down my hips and behind my head. The arch of my back and the way I could swivel in the chair to heave my assets up or emulate whatever pornographic content you might see here or other parts of the internet. I enjoyed just for that moment the disassociated use of an artists eyes of the human figure and not seeing imperfections and instead seeing forms and aesthetics unrelated to the fact it was my body with its tongue out and legs spread. My eyes could look more vacant, my mouth more pouty. This angel not that. both model and director of this private cam show with the purpose to please Sir.

When he did come back he seemed surprised. Sir asked me if I had really been edging that long. I could only hope the level of eager submission and heightened lust could convince him I had been. I'm not sure if he had actually come back or if he had tired of watching me gyrate. I didn't ask. Magic tricks are better if you don't know the secret, and the cat is still alive if you don't open the box.

#sleepingrose

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

An exchange.

"But that's silly! We're very serious here."

"You are a silly slut, and you will act like one this instant."

[obediently] "I am a silly slut."

"Better?"

"Yes."

"Say 'Yes Daddy,' it'll break you a little more."

"Yes daddy."

"Good girl. Run along and play now."

#mine #this is a very serious hypnokink blog #I don't always dd/lg #But when I do it's after a few hours seriously discussing the intersection of patriarchy and identity

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

Get yourself a partner who's always horny when they're ovulating so that you can gaslight them into thinking they're ovulating.

#mine #it's not gaslighting if it's fun #brainwashing #hypnosis