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Flashback
I have an astonishingly clear memory of one of the days where I went to help him rebuild the basement. I stood at the top of the stairs much longer than usual. I was willing myself to go down.
I did so by telling myself I was okay with the prospect of never coming back up.
He used to put his hands around my waist and tell me “you’re so small!”
My broken brain was thrilled by this ‘compliment.’ In hindsight, it was a threat: “I could break you so easily.”
Bewilderment
I saw a musical recently; a tongue in cheek comedy based on a cult classic.
One of the characters was a real unsavory person - a liar, a pusher, a rapist and abuser. At the same time, he also facilitates some of the comedy, so it was not uncommon to laugh at one of his lines. One, however, really threw me off.
“I could kill you, you know!” he says to his lady companion who was pushing his buttons.
The audience laughed. I held my breath.
Or what?!
On rare occasions, I would take the tiniest step toward defending myself.
“Please don’t talk to me like that.”
The response was always the same.
“Or what?!”
“Or nothing? Just don’t.”
He did not know how to navigate a world without threats. I didn’t use a threat to establish a boundary and he interpreted that as a green light to continue the behaviour. He thought I offered nothing of value if I didn’t see it as something to withhold.
Don’t get me wrong here. There are consequences for your actions, and repeated disrespect in a relationship probably should end in its termination. But a constant tit for tat situation is petty at best, and that’s not the type of partner I am.
So I never took that bait and I think I disappointed him with my response. He had probably rehearsed a nasty retort to “Or I’ll leave you” that he never got to use. Pity.
A clearer example of this user's toxic behavior. Seriously, do not interact with this person if at all possible.
In case anyone was sleptical about DJM Rexim stalking and harassing people. This is only a FRACTION of what they have done to me. They admitted to harassing two other people, but there have been dozens more, and it's been going on for years. Then they accused me of stalking, for...knowing that they abuse people. OH, AND THIS TIME, it started because somebody called them out for making a tweet using the n-slur, hard R and all, even though they're white. They accused this person of being me on an alt account even though I have ZERO PROBLEMS calling them out on main, and have done so many times. This person is a POC, and they threatened her for daring to speak up against them. As shown below.
I later found out that this was a friend of mine. Rexim asked for proof that we are seperate people, and when presented with it, they accused me of making it up and then ignored it.
And here they are avoiding critisism. DJM Rexim is an awful, abusive person, and I am TIRED of them getting away with this shit and having their abusive bullshit swept under the rug, just because they have been in fandom for a long time. Stop supporting this person, report them, and don't defend them. This is why Rexim has been getting away with it for over a decade.
fucking hell i forget that some people violently hate polyamory and are way too proud of admitting it :/
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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
This post is old, but you are STILL ABLE TO GET AHOLD OF TUMBLR STAFF in an emergency: this just happened to me recently. All you have to do is email SUPPORT@TUMBLR.COM and they will handle the situation for you. Thanks for passing this along, guys!! xo Kate
Having a mean dom obsessed with me that stalks and controls me. I think we’re friends at first, until they tell me what they plan to do to me, and I pull away from them in disgust - but they aren’t worried. They never intended for it to be up to me.
They drug me and take me home, stripping me and laying me in bed while I’m helpless. Taking their time inspecting me, shaving my soft little cunt bare and edging me while I can’t fight back. Promising me you’re going to help me do what’s right, and lovingly locking on a cutesy pink chastity belt with a heart lock. They take the keys home with them, as well as my house keys.
I wake up the next morning horny as fuck from being edged all night, but when I go to touch myself, I immediately discover the belt.
Fuck. So it wasn’t a dream…
They left me a little note telling me that they’ll be taking care of me from now on, and their number…with a reminder that this decision is not up to me anymore.
I call them, furious, demanding to be let out at once. They scold me like a child for being disrespectful and ~throwing a tantrum~ and tell me to call them back once I’ve calmed down and am ready to be mature about this. I have more than a few choice words for them, but they hang up.
I call them back.
“Are you done being a brat now?”
“You motherfuck-“
They hang up.
I fight the belt for hours, but it won’t budge. I try to fit fingers in to touch myself, but they made sure the fit was perfect, and I can’t get any stimulation at all.
I finally call them, mortified enough to be subdued, and ask them what they want.
“You need help being a good boy, and I’m going to help you. I’ll start off easy, and help you ease in to your new life, but I won’t tolerate any back talk or attitude. First, every time I call you, you need to answer immediately or call me back within five minutes, no excuses. If I text you, you have three minutes. Right away, you need to give up your boxers. All of them. I’ll take you panty shopping and help you pick out ones I approve of. You need to schedule that with me within three days.”
I’m immediately infuriated again, but as soon as I start to protest, they hang up. Straight to voicemail when I try to call back.
I fight the belt some more. The frustration and the panic of being trapped is already so intense.
Two follow up texts.
-I can see you fighting with your belt. I understand it will take some time to adjust, but I expect you to accept my conditions soon.
-If you try to contact the police or anyone else to investigate me or get the belt removed, you will lose the privilege of living outside of my home. No need to reply this time, until you’re ready to go shopping for your panties.
I panic, I cry, I swear I’ll never give in.
They aren’t worried. They already know the denial will wear me down.
It quickly does, and after just a couple of days, the constant frustration forces me to submit to your rules. I’m embarrassed and ashamed when I call them on the third day.
“Are you ready to behave now?”
“Okay,” I answer, hating how meek i sound, but I can’t take it anymore.
Panty shopping is incredibly humiliating. They want everything to be cutesy, frilly, pink. Even plain colored ones I think I might be able to stomach are shot down - at minimum, it has to have a bow.
When they take me home, they make me change into the panties immediately and confiscate all my men’s underwear while I weakly protest.
For having an attitude at the store and objecting to their wishes, they cuff my hands behind my back and lay me over their lap, tugging the panties down just under my ass, and spank me until I cry and promise to be good. They pull the panties back up, giving me an extra pat on the ass for good measure, and leave me with my ass stinging and my cunt dripping without relief under my belt.
I’m terrified for what their next requirement of me will be.
I thought you were supposed to improve with time not get worse. The page is even more sketchy than my last one.
Well, at least the format is getting better.
Also, enters Vivi with all her grace she’s known for.
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