Where has the comic been all my life!? Why is it only coming to my attention now!? (According to the archives, it’s been around since Dec 2009.)

If you have an identify that comes under the giant umbrellas of “kink/queer/lgbt/poly/mentally ill/whatever,” this is definitely for you.

I came across the Body Policing Police (I can’t even remember where I saw the original link), and it was love at first sight.  Cativian just confirmed what I instantly knew.

Robot Hugs - Enjoy the cold, emotionless embrace of Robot Hugs.


If you’re reading this anywhere but That Girl, Fae or a feed reader without attribution, it has been STOLEN! Who knew that my stuff was that good? ~ Fae

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“Erotica” to Make You Giggle

You know that banner over to the right that warns you about posts and links that may be Not Safe For Work (NSFW)? This is one of those posts, and has some of those links.

While trawling through the month-long back-log of my Google Reader, I came across this post by Violet Blue which put me on to this little gem: Fifty Shades Generator.

Inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey, which is to erotica and BDSM what Twilight is to vampires (spoiler: not that great), upon clicking Ms Blue’s link, I was greeted with this:

The slamming makes me splurge my clunge gunge all over his skin flute. Within no time, I could feel the shitty steamin’ semen trickling from my mavis fritter and all over my hairy goblet. There was cock custard weeping from his ocean’s 11 inches and I was wetter than a well diggers arse. We were ready for more. My mouth was so full of cheese-crusted cock and Da Vinci load, the creamy load was flowing down my chin and onto my superdroopers. The feeling of his love piss salivating down my throat got my vertical moisture flowing quicker than greased shit off a shiny shovel.

Seriously, splurge my clunge gunge!? That’s brilliant, and some pretty fantastic random generation.

Clicking on “generate more” did not disappoint:

After having my chamber of squelch fucked, he then proceeded to slam my mavis fritter. When he removed his brie baton from my cocoa channel, he was pleasantly surprised to see a Mr. Hanky staring back as him. He knew I couldn’t wait to gobble the Mr. Hanky off his spam dagger. I can’t wait to suck the baby gravy from his stilton sword. Inserting a footlong fudge bullet into my smush mitten got me spouting spaff faster than a greased weasel shit. The unrelenting orgasms from his veiny quim prod hammering my cod crater made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container.

Is it talking about scat play? I’m pretty sure it’s talking about scat play.

And while that makes me a tad uncomfortable (hard limit there), the number of different types of slang used is astounding. Even though the paragraph was generated by a computer, someone still had to enter those terms, had to think up those terms.

So go on, embrace your immaturity, if only for a moment.

When a Scene Goes Wrong

It can happen to anyone.

I highly recommend everyone who has ever partaken in a scene, or plans to in the future, read this account of a public rope suspension that goes wrong.

Midori has 20 years of experience. The fifth comment at the end of the post is Mistress Tokyo‘s account of what happened (she was the bottom in the scene, and has over a decade of experience). They are both professionals, and that is more telling than anything that this could happen to anyone.

We are only human, and this shows no matter how experienced you are, how many workshops you attend, mistake can still be made, and accidents happen. “We do not ever know how we will react to an event until it happens” (seventh comment on post, Gray Dancer, kink educator).

This situation is not only a hypothetical, not an “if it happens”, but a “when it happens”. The more scenes you do, the bigger chance there is that something will go wrong. We need to become more aware of this possibility, so we can be more prepared when something does go wrong. It doesn’t matter how many times you say “That won’t happen to me”, that’s not a vaccine to prevent it from happening.

Frankly, not being able to admit that there’s the possibility of an accident happening would not make you a safe scene partner. That would be like saying you/your bottom doesn’t need a safeword, or that aftercare is not important.

h/t Kitty, PurrVersatility