yeah. yeah. I kink hard on trad marriage, relationship as employment contract. that shit is so fucked up and hot. wife as maid + prostitute + bReEdEr, husband as bank account. ooooh yeah baby I want to be mutually dehumanized by the gears of capital with you.
part of what’s so hot about it is that there’s a clear dom role and sub role for whatever suits your preference, but also the power dynamics are kind of mixed. like yeah the husband is in charge, he has all the “hard power” by virtue of being a petty bourgeois employer. but also the wife has various types of leverage she can use, she has sexual and emotional soft power because of the intimacy of the relationship, and she’s incentivized to use it because of the adversarial economic nature of the thing. I mean it’s so fucked up but it’s so fucking hot. and then it’s all confusedly mingled with genuine affection for one another because, at least in a fantasy, you probably got into this marriage because you did actually love each other, and maybe still do.
holy shit.
@iridescentknife is this what you meant by “some people’s /d/ worldbuilding scenario got to be real life”?
in addition to being super hot if you’re weird like me, this is also like… one of the primary things that is wrong with society. so.
A lot of aspects of normie heterosexuality sound like an insane kink premise (because they are), when you just… Explain them. This is why I have no respect for the “heterosexuality is boring” position. No it’s not! It might be morally reprehensible (as commonly practiced), but it’s far from boring!
Going back in time to the 2010s to tell the people tearing society down that we follow up by reassembling it from first principles
twitter is like. DNI with me unless you are a perfect clone of me. and tumblr is like. hi. you share exactly one interest with me. would you like to subliminally influence each other’s thought patterns through funny text posts until we develop a hive mind? yeah? cool.
My biggest fantasy is to start shit with Daft Punk at a bar. They’ll be minding their own business and I’ll roll up and start singing “around the world around the world around the world around the world” derisively until one of them glasses me. I’ll be completely unprepared for a fight and they easily win, throwing me on the ground, stomping all over my midsection with their stupid robot boots, breaking my ribs and nose and collarbone. I pass out bleeding and broken on the floor. When I come to in the hospital and the gendarmerie ask who did this to me I tell them it was Justice
