I'm just confused why people running accounts which DEMAND MONEY FOR SEXUAL DOMINATION are all just free to go.
I mean, this has been a problem on Tumblr for so long. I've had 3 or 4 separate stints/accounts on here over 5 years, and all of them have been subject to the 'hello, sissy' or 'Hey slut' message opener. Then they ask if you're into BDSM and say 'I need a slave. Oh BTW, it's $200.'
I'm not kink-shaming - you do you. But why the f*ck is it OK for people to send us unsolicited d*ck pics, demands for cash and unwanted raunchy messages, but a seemingly innocent selfie gets someone banned for life? We aren't using our brains here, people.
Thousands of accounts dubbed 'mistress' this, 'lady' that, 'sub' the other if they're advertising what they do to you. I'm not here for that, but these random people get away with sending me the sort of sh*t that would make me punch someone if I heard it in public (or at least, want to punch someone. I'm too weak to try)
And hey, I get it. We all act irrationally when upset. I play Fortnite with other people on a live mic. When I'm annoyed, I hang up. I shouldn't. It makes me look silly and immature. I do it because, in the moment, I'm not thinking straight. And what's happened here might be an example of people doing that.
Where can transwomen share their progress and speak to other transwomen? X is a right-wing hellhole - I imagine we all have our stories about lovely interactions on there - I certainly do. Facebook is too personal and invasive, Instagram's a quasi-p*rn site, Snapchat doesn't save anything, Tiktok's full of abusive 12-year-olds who haven't been educated (the abuse I see on transTok accounts is way more vile than a cartoonish death scenario, just FYI.)
We don't need fake mistresses. We don't need TERFs. We're not calling for them not to exist - they have the same rights as we do. We just want to be safe from them, and for us to be treated as equals when it comes to safety.
If trans people are the tigers, TERFs and false 'dommes' are the poachers. We don't want poachers to have nowhere to talk - it's a hobby, and their ideas are as valid to them as ours are to us. We just don't need to be placed in the same zone so we can be easier hunted down and killed off. Keep the tigers away from the poachers, like any sensible place would.
I'm hoping the staff will use this train they are on ATM to turn their attention towards things that have been long-term problems on the site. If you're really about keeping Tumblr safe, you'll make sure these mistresses can't message us anymore. I'm not even calling for a ban on their accounts, really. Just block their messaging so they can't attempt to mass-recruit trans women, some of whom are really transgirls and have their age in their profile as '13'. You want more teen girls approached by 'mistresses' as I was approached years ago, pre-transition? Is a trans selfie really the greatest evil?
If it is, let's really see it. I'm attaching to this post some of my best selfies of 2023. If Tumblr want to take my complaints seriously, the images won't be the thing they look at. And if not, and I do get banned, please remember to find me on DeviantArt - PrincessEils.
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Only you (and a certain lieutenant) know that Jing Yuan has a tattoo.
The reason you know is because you were the one who gave it to him in the first place. You hadn’t ever planned on giving him one- but somehow, someday, he comes into your shop. You’re used to seeing war veterans come in, but the esteemed general of the Luofu? No, you wouldn’t ever even think to expect that. Especially not paired with his lieutenant that’s smug and giggling beside him.
You can’t help but ask. While he may be a man of high status, he’s in your turf. “Well well well, the Divine Foresight… has lost a bet, I assume?” You look at Jing Yuan- to be honest, you’re a little awed that he’s actually this close, but you don’t want to let that show- and then to his lieutenant, who you know is named Yanqing. You were on the Luofu when the general first put him in the ranks- oh, that was so long ago- and you remembered the controversy about the subject.
Yet Jing Yuan had always had this air to him. He was steadfast in his decision and unwavering even when it came to public opinion, as if he knew something that no one else did.
Perhaps his uncaring attitude toward PR helps with the decision to get a tattoo. Must be a nightmare for the others working for him that are trying to uphold his reputation, but that’s none of your business. Tattoos are your business.
“Ah, how did you know?” Jing Yuan answers your query moments later, a relaxed slant in his shoulders despite the situation. You give him an amused look as you lean on your counter.
“I’ve been doing this a long time. If you were the type to get tattoos, I most likely would have had you as a customer much sooner than this.” That being said, you look to Yanqing. “I’ll bite. What’s the tattoo?”
And Yanqing, the adorable little spirit that he is, shakes his head. Jing Yuan shakes his head as well.
“I’m not supposed to know,” the general says, and you let out a sound of understanding, quirking your brow at the boy.
“Well, let’s hear it. But I don’t know how comfortable I am becoming an enemy of the general, so keep it civil, okay?”
You lean over the counter, and Yanqing comes closer with his hand cupped over his mouth, and he whispers the tattoo idea in your ear. Your eyebrows raise and you hum, looking over at him and the general with a thoughtful click of your tongue.
“Well?” Yanqing looks at you. “Will you do it?”
You smile, all teeth and squinty eyes, crinkled nose, unaware of the twitch in Jing Yuan’s composure. “Where am I inking?” You ask, confirming the deal.
There’s a lot of good ideas and what they present. Maybe on his back, around the shoulder blade area. Getting to see all that muscle and have your hands on him, and at least he can’t see you. You’re a professional, but yeah, he’s hot.
Or it could be a tattoo on his arm. Having to sit face to face with him and his strong arm completely pliant in your hold… his eyes always on you.
“Maybe on his chest. No one will see that, right?” Yanqing proposes when you’re pitching ideas back and forth, only the two of you really able to since Jing Yuan doesn’t know the design. You hum loudly, pretending to think it over before shaking your head.
“Mm… I don’t think I’m gonna do that. What about his shoulder?”
You don’t think you’d be able to handle it. You’re a professional, you remind yourself again, but the idea of tattooing and touching the general’s admittedly pillowy chest isn’t something you think you can handle. Jing Yuan chuffs as you get Yanqing to move on from the idea and you side eye him, wondering if he knows. From the way he smiles, he probably does.
And then there’s the actual tattooing part. How the small talk fluctuates- Jing Yuan is clearly a good conversationalist, but you notice how he keeps the topic on yourself instead of him. To be expected, you suppose; but at some point you tell him as you focus on the line of your pen that you don’t really think it’ll do him any harm to enjoy himself. So, what’s your favorite snack?
Little do you know how charming you are. Perhaps you do know, but not in the ways that catches Jing Yuan’s eye. The way you snort when you laugh. That crinkle in your nose. It was endearing how cute you were in this kind of element with the rap music vibrating off the walls and your ripped up jeans and tattooed arms. It’s all very different than what he’s used to but it’s very apparent that it suits you. All this.
So he gives in. The two of you bounce off one another as he doesn’t seem affected in the slightest about the needle digging in his skin (another non-surprise). He tells you his favorite snack and other harmless things. You’re good company.
And when the tattoo is revealed- ha, it’s almost funny! No, not the tattoo. It’s actually quite tasteful, and it suits him- though he never doubted Yanqing, he acknowledges that he gave the boy the opportunity to do anything and he didn’t break his general’s trust. “You’re quite the artist,” he compliments you, looking at the design in the mirror. He just can’t believe that it’s on him. His skin. And it looks good.
“You look great,” you reaffirm, nodding in self satisfaction as you grin down at him from where he’s seated. “Yanqing did a good job picking it out. You think you’re going to keep it?”
Said-boy had wandered off several hours ago, after he realized how long and slightly boring the process was.
Jing Yuan hums, looking back at the design. “I make good on my promises. It isn’t only a tattoo, but now a fond memory,” he starts to put his clothes back on- reminding you how he’s half naked and you look away to give him some privacy.
“Smooth talker,” you quip, and he laughs.
“Old habit. But my words are true.” Then he tilts his head. “How much do I owe you?”
You nearly hesitate. It was a privilege in and of itself to get this opportunity. But before you can even try to say anything about not getting paid, Jing Yuan is already tutting and shaking his head.
“I will be paying you. You worked hard and your time is valuable. I don’t want to do anything to imply that it’s not worth the money.”
Of course. You relent with an easy going sigh and give him the price. When you recommend he buy some materials to help keep the tattoo clean and healthy, he does so without even blinking, adding up to the amount he owes. It’s strange to take money from his hand, but business is business.
More can happen from here but the end result is that a part of you, your penmanship, is on the general’s body for the rest of his long life. He may even come in to get it touched up a few times when it begins to fade.
You couldn’t be more different, as he is an esteemed general and you’re a grunge tattoo artist, but that’s what makes it interesting.
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