Dom & Sub is a body of illustrative work in digital media that attempts to humanize practitioners of BDSM and offer a representation of kinky sex that not only refutes negative stereotypes but informs the audience that sadomasochistic play is done best between happy, healthy, and consenting adults. I portrayed the couple in the work not only engaging in S&M play but also building a “scene” together and nurturing one another after the play has concluded; these are moments often left unconsidered or completely ignored in visual representations of S&M. I believe it’s important to see how kinky scenes are crafted with care, commitment to safety and enthusiastic consent in order to limit those times when sadomasochistic play is used to abuse or dehumanize other human beings. It is my hope that my audience will learn from the illustrations that sadomasochistic play is not always dark or scary, and that fellow ‘kinksters’ can enjoy tender representations of S&M that do not ridicule or pathologize them. I’ve designed the work to engage sadomasochistic imagery, material and theory with an ethical conscience.
YES YES YES
cute cute cute! <3
Yes good.
I like it.
And I know the artist knows what they’re talking about, because of that glass of water. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it depicted in BDSM art before! But the post-scene glass of water is A Thing. You get thirsty!
The only thing that could make me happier is if this series goes on to depict a bowl of M&Ms.
“They say I have a sweet ass, nice tits, a real pretty dress. They say I’m their future wife, or I’d look good with their dick in my mouth. They try (and probably succeed at times) to take pictures down my shirt. They ask if they can get my number, they ask where I live, why I’m not smiling, why my boyfriend lets me walk around by myself. Then they ask why I’m such a bitch, if my pussy is made of ice. They say that they never do this, as though I’ve somehow driven them to inappropriate behavior and deserve it. They say they’re just having fun, trying to pay me a compliment. Pretty frequently they get mean, slipping into a loud tourettes-like chant of bitch-whore-cunt-slut.
Before you try to tell me that it’s because I take my clothes off for a living, let me tell you that this started way before I was 18. Let me tell you that every single woman I know has at least one truly terrifying story of street harassment and a whole bunch of other stories that are merely insulting or annoying. Let me remind you that in a room of pornography fans, who have actually seen me with a dick in my mouth and who can buy a replica of my vagina in a can or box, I am treated with far more respect than I am walking down the street.”
— Stoya
“Wow, those fish are super dead. I still like you, though.”
hyperbole is back. and when i say “back”, i mean “still so fucking awesome”.
Kid’s still too stupid to figure out how to reblog from himself, so this time he’s getting me to reblog something for him so that he can reblog it back again, because it’s not like he has sideblogs of his own he could use, is it? No, he can’t do that, because it would upset the delicate balance of nature in the unspoilt land of his fucking tumblr account. The delicate balance of my spare account can apparently go fuck itself.
What are friends for? (The answer to that had better involve whisky.)
For the record, all the boring morbid shit the kid wants to write that he needs me to reblog this for is morbid and boring.
