some of you are painfully unaware that part of the whole reason many kinksters are like “what happens in my or someone else’s bedroom is no one else’s business”
is because people have been arrested and put in fucking PRISON just for having gay sex in the privacy of their own homes. in the United States. this millennia.
if you think i’m joking, look up Lawrence v. Texas (2003). 14 out of the 50 US States STILL had laws on the books criminalizing sodomy–and yes, you could be imprisoned for multiple years and sometimes even life for repeat offenses.
in the years directly leading up to the landmark case, enforcement even in those 14 states varied, but it was absolutely weaponized against queer people, especially when stacked on top of other offenses to make up a longer sentence.
um so anyway, what happens between two or more consenting adults in the privacy of their own homes is none of my OR YOUR business, and i’m not fucking kidding!
Important additional context:
“Sodomy” does not, in a legal context, mean “anal sex.”
It means “any sexual act the court has decided is deviant.”
BDSM? Sodomy.
Crossdressing for sexual pleasure? Sodomy.
Jacking off to nude photos or video your consenting adult lover sent you of themselves? Sodomy.
Het oral sex? SODOMY!!!
If you’re starting to think “but how could anyone prove that happened without breaking down the door?”
Ha. Haha. Ahaha.
First, I’ll give you one guess how they did prove it.
Two, these were often scapegoat charges–basically they couldn’t actually nail you on anything because you hadn’t done anything actually illegal, only things they didn’t like, and they relied on public disgust against your “degenerate character” (yeah there’s a very big reason we keep saying not to use that word and it’s not to be killjoys) to make sure you knew your place.
Which means that in practice:
Went to a socialist meeting? Sodomy.
Male kindergarten teacher? Sodomy.
Mixing races? Sodomy.
Not Christian (or the right kind of Christian)? Sodomy.
Kink is only the beginning. They’ll come after the kinksters because they’re low-hanging fruit, and you’ll gleefully help them dig a hole, laughing all the way and never consider that it’s way too big for the number of bodies you need to bury.
Next time I’m treating my posts like Wikipedia¹ articles with cited sources² for everything I say and additional bibliography³ so that you all can properly digest the relevant information instead of throwing nonsense up like little white babies⁴
Thinking to myself “they can’t possibly have written this entire 20 000 word fic exclusively in 4chan greentext format”, like a fool.
Give us the fic
> be me > 22 year old baby trans in the Most Serene Republic of Greater Caliphornia, year of our lord 2069 > no talents or skills aside from a mastery of the Hissatsu Ougi > (my parents were transphobic ninjas)
I’m desperately curious about your daily internet navigation routine that takes you these places.
I mostly just look up what’s being referenced when people blorbotag my shitposts.
>and I have to keep walking east because there’s a trail of dead bodies behind me >which is why I’m now in fuxking DENVER >and I’m legit out of estrogen >drowning my sorrows in some shithole bar >”what’s got you down stranger?” >look up >buff cowgirl milf is talking to me
I low-key love this? They’re certainly making use of the format; the chaotic and comedic flow of events would feel lower quality and wordier in standard prose
I don’t know how anyone has found this as the only ao3 tag it has is “original work.” There’s not even a rating or relationship type. The fic summary for anyone intrested is:
“in 2069 AD, the region once known as the United States of America is a world of complex lore and political intrigue that our heroine doesn’t really care about because she’s too busy trying to find estrogen in the post-apocalyptic Midwest.”
Give that roughly two thirds of the comments and kudos appear to post-date the creation of this thread, at least in this particular case the answer to “where do people find this stuff?” is apparently “right here”.
Once I was three margaritas deep to the wind at a beach club in Cozumel on my “day off” (in quotes because I’m always lookin n lurkin), and I saw a Pygmy raccoon grabbing an enchilada or something from an unsecured garbage bin and I was so upset. SO upset. And I’m just sitting there in my beach chair next to him (I deliberately choose to sit near the garbage) like “Hello? Sir? Do you know you’re endangered? Dont eat that!” And there were some other tourists who were now looking at me funny and I was MORTIFIED. So embarrassed. Because, and I quote, “I’m an idiot. He doesn’t speak English.” And then turned back to the raccoon and desperately went “Señor Mapache! Sabe que está en peligro de extinción? No coma!” In my very southern accent a la Peggy Hill.
Anyway, here is a picture of him I drew.
Pygmy Raccoon (Procyon pygmaeus)
Fun fact: starting next week, I’ll be able to get free transport and staff meal discounts for this specific beach club lmao
I will very much not be drunk though, cause I’ll be formally researching the raccoons
This is actually such a crucial part of healing from neglect and abuse and I have to add to this.
Because indeed, people who like you will not roll their eyes and sigh at the idea of accommodating your needs, they will value your voice and be upset with you about injustice done to you, not at you for “being difficult”. They will be happy when you find a way to live a better life, and help you to get there. If you are struggling, someone who loves you wants to see you smile, not tell you to smile because “you have it so good”.
