Extrasexual, Supersexual Or Megasexual Pride Post

Extrasexual, Supersexual or Megasexual Pride Post

As a person who has always had an unusual interest in sex and sexuality, and a high sex drive to match…I’ve often felt othered by my peers and culturally pressured to suppress that aspect of myself. In fact, the stigmatization is so bad it took me almost 30 years to notice that all the words we have to talk about highly sexual people are exclusively for disordered sexuality. This led me to work on creating an identity and flag for people like me, who are highly sexual, but not in a way that negatively impacts life. Flag Meaning Green represents consent, communication and respect. It takes up the most space, and is in the center because consent is the foundation of healthy sexuality. Purple represents sensuality, intimacy and vulnerability Warm pink represents physicality, carnality and play Black represents support for risk-aware consensual kink exploration FAQ

What is extrasexual and what is supersexual? Megasexual?? The terms can be used interchangeably. A supersexual, extrasexual or megasexual person is someone who is highly sexual, but not in a way that is causing them distress or damaging their life. This is contrasted with hypersexuality, which is a medical term meant for people who have a disordered relationship with their high sex drive. Extrasexual people can be slutty, or desire to be slutty, or they may just hold sex and sexuality as a hyper-fixation. If sex is such an important part of your life that demonization of sex negatively impacts you: this identity may be for you. Isn’t that just ‘horny’? While it’s true that extrasexual, supersexual or megasexual people are often horny, the word horny is not an identity, it’s a feeling. As such, people of all identities, (even some ace people) can feel horny. Extrasexuality, megasexuality and supersexuality are terms exclusively for people with a much higher than average sex drive or interest in sex/sexuality.

Why do these identities need to exist? First, to combat stigma. The stigmatization of sex and the people who are passionate about sex in our culture is often so pervasive that it’s invisible. It’s easier to bring attention and respect to these issues if we have terms that people can take seriously. Second, to create community. It’s useful to have terms and a flag to rally under, so people who have suffered in similar ways can connect and offer each other the kind of support you can only get from people who understand your experience directly.

Are extrasexual, supersexual and/or megasexual 'queer’? Are we doing LGBTQIAES+ now??? No. Though many queer people are also extrasexual/supersexual, having a high sex drive alone is not enough to warrant inclusion under those labels. While extrasexual, megasexual and supersexual people experience stigma and shame for who they are, that shame is not rooted in homophobia. The communities can support one another effectively as allies.

What ways are extrasexual/supersexual/megasexual people stigmatized? To begin with, many of the world’s largest religions mandate modesty, chastity and sexual purity. Women in particular are considered heathens or sinners for engaging in perfectly consensual and safe sex, especially outside of marriage. All throughout human history women have been stoned to death, burned alive and otherwise killed in the name of sexual purity. Even today, many women feel extreme shame about their own bodies, and guilt for enjoying sex.

Men are often expected to be extrasexual, even when they are not. They’re pressure to pursue sex in unhealthy and coersive ways in order to establish social standing. As a result, men who are extrasexual may be rewarded if they are considered conventionally attractive and socially intelligent in their social circles. For extrasexual men who are not considered conventionally attractive, or live with nuerodivergency like autism however, are likely to be considered inherently predatory if they even mention sex. Sexuality has also been legally controlled in a myriad of ways, from the criminalization of sex work, to decency laws controlling what types of bodies can even appear in porn. 

Aren’t overly sexual people dangerous? Anyone, regardless of their personal relationship with sex can violate consent. Consent is especially important when it comes to the topic of sex and sexuality because bodies are highly personal to us. While sex has the potential to be a very intimate and bonding experience, it’s that same vulnerability that can create risk. Many people have had experiences where their bodies were not respected, and as a result have been hurt or now live with trauma. Being extrasexual/supersexual/megasexual is NEVER an excuse not to respect consent. That’s why the color green, representing consent, is in the center of the extrasexual/supersexual/megasexual pride flag, and also takes up the most space. It’s the absolute foundation of a strong community that prioritizes reducing harm.

Sadly, it’s the stigmatization of sex that has led people to feel afraid to have the open dialogues that are required for creating a strong consent culture. It’s led people to feel ashamed to seek help when something has happened to them.  https://www.consent.academy/book.html is an invaluable resource on how we can work together to build a consent culture that works for everyone, supersexual/extrasexual/megasexual or otherwise.

Content: A compilation of desperate ramblings, tweaked (as best as I could) for consumption: Part 2

Content Warnings: Autosexuality (I think it's called), degradation, honorifics, spanking, choking, biting.

Context: The last of my pre-written scenarios to cope with my hypersexuality.

If Satyric Nymph had a dick, it would jack off in front of a mirror so it could see all the faces it would make and watch itself cum.

Imagine being so self-obsessed that you use your own reflection as material to do something as shameless as getting off to watching yourself get off.

Ix would record it too. So ix could play it back and listen to all the slutty sounds ix made. Needy and desperate as ix fucked ixs hand and shot white ropes onto the mirror.

Satyric Nymph couldn't stop squirming. Trying not to touch itself at the thought.

Satyric Nymph wanted to squeeze ixs throbbing cock into ixs clone's tight pussy. Feel its hole tighten around ix as it squirmed. Ix wanted to pound ixs clone stupid. Ixs clone begging for mercy.

Satyric Nymph wanted to choke ixself with ixs dick. The clone sucking the soul out of ix. It wanted to watch ixs eyes roll back into ixs head. Ix wanted to make a mess.

"Fuck daddy. Master. Master. Sir." Satyric Nymph liked the sound of that. Ixs clone would call ixself sir while ix fucked itself stupid.

Fuck. It felt all weird and fuzzy inside. Ix wanted to pull ixs hand back and send ixs palm into its ass cheek. Spanking isn't enough. Ix wanted ixs dental imprint in that thing.

Content: A little misunderstanding regarding Lucas's feelings about his boyfie in a skirt: Part 1

Content Warnings: N/A

Context: I ran out of steam near the end and lost the motivation to finish. I'll make a part 2 at some point.

Lucas had been distant for the past few days. Ever since Jude asked him how he'd look in a skirt, it's been as if there was a sort of bubble around him that he was determined to stay out of. Jude knew skirts were usually a “girl thing” but he was curious. Especially since Lucas seemed to really enjoy seeing them. He'd never admit it but Jude could tell. Whenever Lucas saw a woman in a skirt, it was like how an animal's ears perked up when something caught their attention. The only difference would be that it was Jude wearing the piece of fabric instead of a woman. A difference Jude didn't think Lucas would care too much about but apparently he was wrong. Lucas responded with a “You'd look nice.” and hadn't looked at him longer than a second since.

“Lucas, would you rather be with a woman?” Jude suddenly asked while accompanying his partner on one of his smokes on the back porch. “... What?” Lucas asked, glancing at Jude before quickly shifting his gaze to look just over the atra's shoulder. “Would you rather be with a woman?” Jude repeated himself. “N-no?” Lucas answered, confused. “Do you wish I was a woman?” Jude asked. “No?” Lucas answered, now looking directly at Jude for what felt like the first time in months. Jude felt heat rise up into his face as the roles were reversed and it was him who couldn't bring himself to look at Lucas. “Have you… lost interest in me?” He asked, suddenly uncomfortable under the gaze he had missed so badly. “Of course not. Where's this coming from?” Lucas's cold shoulder melted almost instantly with a warmth that caught Jude off guard. “Do you dislike the idea of me wearing a skirt?” Jude asked. Face hot with embarrassment. “No, I just-” Lucas took a step back. “I think you'd look nice in a skirt.” He murmured, turning his face away. “Then why haven't you been able to look at me since I asked about it?” Jude's shyness gave way to frustration. Lucas bit at the butt of his cigarette before letting out a sigh. “Jude, is it ok if I show you something?” He asked. Turning just enough to catch Jude out of the corner of his eye, holding the cigarette in a way that covered the lower half of his face with his hand. Jude didn't say anything verbally but he would've made it clear if his answer had been a no. Lucas took a drag before letting out the smoke in a breath of anxious irritation. “You have to close your eyes first. I'm gonna have you feel something.” He pussyfooted. Jude shot him a look before doing as Lucas said. He felt the man gently grab his wrist and lightly guide it. He heard some shifting before Lucas's voice. “You ready?” The man asked. Jude nodded, heart pounding in anticipation. He trusted Lucas but couldn't dull his senses down. Like a cat with its fur sticking upright. He didn't know what he expected but almost jumped when the almost of his hand made contact with something solid. An outline of something protruding from what felt like denim. “You feel that?” Lucas's breath was raspy as he guided the atra's hand up its length. Jude nodded. Is this his- “You can open your eyes now.” Lucas breathed. Jude's suspicion was confirmed as he opened his eyes to see the palm of his hand cupping Lucas's crotch. “I didn't wanna make you feel like- you had to wear something you didn't wanna wear just to please me.” Lucas struggled to keep his composure as he spoke. “But I think you'd look really, really nice in a skirt.” He shuddered. The light brush of Jude's hand making his cock twitch visibly in his pants as every fiber of his being begged for more.

Jude swallowed the drool that had started to collect in his mouth as he held Lucas's member. He had never wanted anything down his throat more. Lucas let go of Jude's wrist once he felt the atra pull away. “S-sorry.” He apologized, assuming it was out of discomfort. “I shouldn't've done that without telling you first. ‘M sorry. I wasn't thinking. You just make me so-” Lucas started to ramble as Jude pushed him back enough to stand. “Lucas.” He interrupted. “Sit down.” He said.

Content: AFAB reader with clitoromegaly fingered against their will.

Content Warnings: Degrading insults, slight sadism, slight exhibitionism, non-consensual.

Context: Just a quick vent.

Extra Context: Clitoromegaly, aka macroclitoris, is when the clit of an AFAB individual is abnormally large. For example, a clit that is 2 inches in length. More info here.

They pinned you to the wall with their body while grabbing your crotch. Causing you to squirm as their warm palm rubbed over your cunt, brushing against your bulging clit. "Shameless bitch. Making a mess like this in public." They growled amorously, feeling the result of your body's betrayal leaking through your panties. You turned your face away, not wanting to look at them as they pushed your underwear to the side, feeling just how wet you had gotten. “Your pussy’s fucking drooling.” They said before pressing their fingers against your entrance. You panicked. "N-no!" You tried to push them away, earning yourself a pinch. "Don't even try. Your pussy's practically begging for it." They hissed, squeezing the shaft of your clit between their thumb and index finger with one hand before pushing their fingers into you with the other.

Suggestively sucking Dorito dust off my fingers (with rizz)

Content: Humping someone's leg knowing full well how much they despise you.

Content Warnings: Non-consensual, slight degradation, slight exhibitionism, somewhat obsessive, one-sided "love".

Oh God they were perfect. So fucking perfect. You loved them. You didn't need them to love you back. Not with the way they were looking down at you. Such a strong reaction of utter disgust that made you shudder as you grinded against their leg like a bitch in heat. Your crotch left a wet spot on their shoe as you memorized the contempt on their face. You were drunk off their attention.

The friction of them trying to shake you off their leg unintentionally brought you closer to your climax. Fuck. They were so fucking perfect. They were making you feel so fucking good. You wanted to show them what they were doing to you. How good they were making you feel. Your love was building up inside of you and, with one more kick, it all came spilling out. On their leg, their shoe, the floor. You couldn't stop it. You didn't want to stop it. You confessed your love to them over and over again as your body shook.

You reached down to rub the rest of it out of you. To show them what you did to yourself when you thought of them. God you loved them. You loved them. You couldn't stop repeating it as you fucked yourself with your fingers.