Bow tie and suspenders for men

Context: I met a man recently online that is in his 50s. I have some prior experience with being a sugar baby or financial domination through men reaching out to me first but it was always very short term. It has been essentially very easy money by simply talking or teasing men in exchange for finicinal compensation and since I'm a student. Money is money.
This man and I immediately got along, we talked and our dynamic was great. I enjoyed creating a timetable for him to follow, allegation of rewards/punishments to him and mundane tasks while he tributed money to me whenever I wanted it. He has sent around £700 to me in under a week. We have talked more and I found out he has a wife and kids. I know it's morally wrong but I still continued pursuing it. I regularly set him tasks to clean the dishes for his wife, clean her bedroom, buy her flowers, etc. It lightens my guilt slightly but i feel terrible about this.
I'm definitely satisfying a level of want he needs regarding kinks and she's being satisfied with much more positive love due to me allocating tasks to do for her. I've also been able to deal him tasks of regular exercising and healthy eating while I get paid well for this. However, I know he gets sexual gratification through me controlling his life and spending money on me, he expresses it makes him feel extremely happy to do so. Therefore there is definitely a level of emotional cheating. He's using me for sexual gratification, emotional cheating and I'm using him for exclusively money. The wife and kids are innocent collateral damage essentially. I'm a horrible person and selfish person.

They really should get divorced. For a successful marriage, you need to respect each other and indiviual beliefs even if they are polar opposites. WHICH NEITHER OF THEM DO.
Let's start with Mahmoud- he clearly has a thing for "exotic" woman. Nicole as a blonde blue eyed white American woman, is clearly exotic to him. I feel like he doesnt like anything about her beside her looks and his delusion that he can convert her to be the "perfect" submissive muslim wife.
Oh now for Nicole, wow.. she is also delusional as well. I dont know who converts to Islam without even researching the basics of the religion, she doesnt even know what it means to be a muslim or the significance of marriage in Islam. She didnt even HAVE TO convert, muslim men are allowed to marry outside of their religion (only to christians/jews) BUT SHE IRRITATED TF OUT OF ME, did she learn nothing from her previous trips to Egypt?
Not to side with Mahmoud and the safety issue but it is really not a fully safe country for women and the male gaze is intense, even non religious women dress more conservative to indicate they are married. Men will literally ask for your hand in marriage even after you are married (particularly if you dont dress conservatively) or convince you to divorce your husband and they pay you/buy you material goods in return. So of course Mahmoud is going to ask her to cover up. Not sure why she decided marrying into an extremely conservative muslim family, when she isn't conservative herself. Dont know why she moved to Egypt either...where she clearly doesn't respect their customs or the lifestyle.

I have decided to cool down on the posting for now or at least for a good bit. I want to make sure that I am running this sub and more importantly South Asian Masculinity well by eliminating toxic, negative, and limiting content. What I did want everyone to know is that we are being watched. There is an entire sub dedicated to reporting, harassing, and targeting both this sub and South Asian Masculinity. A user DM'd me and said it is all from ABCDesis, a sub I am not even familiar with.
To a degree, even I got carried away.
My posts got too controversial for reddit and a lot of what I said, was, well kind of out there. They say crazy and genius have a thin line between them and a lot of them, those of us who submit great content also come off as crazy every now and then. My life has been too busy for me to write long posts now as worked has really picked up and I am also getting back into the game again after months of health problems.
This is for all others on here, do be careful of the content you submit. Even if I and others like it, other redditors are watching and reporting. Somehow, South Asian male self-improvement brings out the worst in people. It's not any other race than our own, typical mentality you find in South Asian men all over. Crabs in a bucket, they see one do well and there will always be enough of a chunk to drag that one guy or those one successful group of men down.
Meanwhile, I do want to spend my time on reddit cleaning up South Asian Masculinity.
It has to be done and has been long overdue. For months, trolls, spammers, incels, and guys who have been an infection to that sub have lingered around to stop it from reaching its true potential. I do think that by the end of the year, the sub can take off to new heights like DesiFluent would have wanted. We want discussions to go from "woe is me I am desi and can't get laid" to something more productive.
Right now, there are also trolls lingering around on other subs making up stories of how they are handsome and did an experiment as an Indian guy but their white friends were still getting more matches than them. I think it is all BS and these trolls are a drag on South Asian Masculinity as well as the development of South Asian men worldwide.
I've had to ban a good chunk of people in recent weeks because of just how much they were holding South Asian Masculinity back and I will have to ban a good chunk more. It is time SAM moved to a more positive direction where more like DesiFluent can freely post and share their content and we get less trolls and incels. We need SAM to truly be South Asian Masculinity, not some sad Incel echochamber.
I will be around, just less often. If you find any sketchy shit going on South Asian Masc, please DM me directly so I can deal with it.

Reposting from Untangled Faith's IG:

I'm going to sound like a lawyer commercial here, but stick with me. . .
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For all of the former Ramsey folks who were forced to sign NDA's under threat of losing severance and to the current folks still there, I think we can breathe easier tonight!

So I thought I was a cis bisexual woman in high school, but after realizing that I was barely holding onto that sliver of hope that I could still be into men, I came out as a lesbian and never felt happier.
From what I've read online, most true lesbians know they're lesbian when they're young and they don't have that "am I bi vs. lesbian" identity crisis that Kinsey 5 bisexuals have. So I'm probably but bisexual but it feels so terrible to the point that I think I'm asexual and don't feel like I inhabit a personhood.
So anyway, I had this sexuality identity crisis last year too, never really got over it, but at my worst I posted onto a lesbian subreddit and someone suggested I sounded like a gay trans man.
And honestly, it's possible. I'm autistic and a lot of autistic people are trans. And you can suppress being trans to a point where you genuinely don't know you're trans, because no one around you ever felt like the opposite gender in the wrong body.
If I am a lesbian then it should correlate to being a straight trans man, but I don't want to be trans, and this intense shame I feel around my attracted to men as a cis woman, disdain for femininity, is a sign of being a repressed gay trans man. It all makes sense now.
It's not that I genuinely find men's bodies repulsive and adore women's bodies; it's that I was trying to suppress attraction to men so hard that I thought I wasn't sexually attracted to them anymore. And since internalized heterophobia isn't a thing, it's pretty obvious I'm trans.

And I thought both Virginia AND Purdue’s elimination was embarrassing. Hell, Alabama’s season was prime succubus disguised as a fairy tale. Dominated all season long, they won the SEC tournament, stayed in the AP Top 5 for the majority of the season AND crowned #1 overall seed in the tournament (it should have been Houston IMHO but who knows) only to be masked by one the players doing something so stupid that he should have been suspended (or even kicked out) only for the head coach to let him stay on the team. “Wrong place at the wrong time”? No wonder Nick Saban was ready to rip Nate Oats’ head off with his bare hands.
But this? This was karma. San Diego State may not be a walk in the park but they sure as hell exploited the f#ck out of Bama. Out of all the #1 seeded team in the tournament, this one was the most sus out of the whole pack of sus. Oh you were in the wrong place at the wrong time… to get your #sses eliminated by a f#cking Mountain West Conference team. Now go back to football and BBQ!!!

I'm looking for a Dom person that can pound me very hard like being used a Fleshlight for men and a pegging toy for Woman. We can play TorD Would you rather it can be sexually or non sexually all up to you. Limits- Gore Stabbing Vomit Scat or anything that's gross

Being mean to them , they don’t understand that it’s the gl guys .
I recall that it was mostly the chads , the good looking men who were mean to them , the guys who they cared about . I have a lot of anecdotes
This here is not even the best example but imagine if it was an ugly dude doing that https://youtube.com/shorts/C7NZNkZqPi0?feature=share
I remember one time in school , a girl asked out a guy (via her friend cause she was too shy ). And the good looking dude was like „ewwwwww she is so ugly „ she heared that and cried . Dude stayed an asshole but continued getting women
However most men have to deal with these accusations for something mostly a few men do , those who they still chase (it’s not that all good looking men are like that , but they are only ones who can afford that , so that’s why you see the asshole being good looking )

Part of a females duty in a serious relationship or marriage is to show her utmost loyalty and devotion to her man. Men value loyalty much more than women do.
However, with modern social media, a girl having a social media is equivalent to her going to bars and clubs alone due to the amount of attention and potential men that can flirt with her. If a girl is posting selfies and pictures of herself online, there’s going to be many men who will slide in the DMs , like their photos, try to swoop etc. All this does it make the man feel like his woman craves male attention and is keeping her options open.
Now the issue is that women LOVE instagram. I mean like love it probably more than their husband. It’s crack for females. The attention and show off nature is what makes women love social media. Women will call you names and do whatever bs to convince you that having a social media is okay However, you should not tolerate this as a man taking her serious.
The issue with trying to explain the logic to females is that there isn’t really a male equivalent AND women are generally more comfortable with sharing their men. The only male equivalent would be going to a strip club but even at that I think many women wouldn’t get super jealous because females tend to not care as long as the guy still comes home to her. However, because men will never receive the attention and options that a woman does on social media, we as men cannot offer an alternative example to make women feel how we do. However it is important to enforce this rule on all women that you take seriously. CMV

Here's the link to that footage that just happened about an hour ago: https://www.youtube.com/live/eDuy2Kx2HlI?feature=share
^ The last 10 mins are when things really amp up, but the build-up is worth watching, too. Some backstory to how/why this happened:
Kellie-Jay Keen holds non-partisan events where she platforms individual people speaking about the fallout of self ID policies, how it conflicts with women's rights, how the medicalization of children is abuse, etc in response to the media blackout on these issues and women often being threatened, cancelled and attacked for voicing their concerns. She is often accused of being populist because she doesn't follow any particular orthodoxy and centers a specific issue and appeals to a wide variety of people vs some socialist left-wing radical feminists that would prefer to only organize with people who agree on 500 issues, rather than functionally having a mass movement.
This past year, she started a global tour of this. Almost all the events - which are just grassroots public events that anyone can attend - have transactivists and AntiFa basically using noise makers, sirens, screaming, banging pots and pans to drown out the speaking (but you can watch and hear pretty clearly through the livestreams, which are all on YouTube), and worse... physically assaulting usually middle-aged and elderly women. If the people who come for the purpose of disrupting the events actually took a second to logically deduce the history of these tactics, they'd know that we usually bring theatrics and noise makers to events we want media attention for (essentially bringing more attention to the issue they're attempting to silence).
Police departments are often shown seeming to reject coming out to protect the right of the event to be held (which looks to be happening at this New Zealand event...no police barrier), even with permits...or keeping police support as limited as possible so the events are barely functional or allowing physical violence often. They often seem to stand down until after the assaults happen.
But anyway, Kellie went viral in the Australian media for her event about a week ago in Melbourne, which had multiple groups come to protest, and a group of Nazis came to antagonize AntiFa and started doing their own event over a megaphone before being ushered around by police to do a march down the street. Don't know how they got what looked to be the king's treatment, meanwhile the Let Women Speak event appeared to be the only group that actually got a permit to hold an event and was descended on multiple times, leaving a woman knocked unconscious and transactivists punching horses (mounted cops) to break the police line to get into the Let Women Speak event....for saying controversial things like "keep men convicted with killing and raping women out of women's prisons." Actual Nazis...not descended on.
The Australian media and multiple politicians coordinated to create a narrative that Kellie-Jay Keen is allied with Nazis...or worse, literally a Nazi, that the event itself was a Nazi event, and they hang up the trans flag at parliament the next day to stand against Nazis. Nevermind the fact that the Let Women Speak event started with respecting Aboriginal land, that a variety of races were in attendance, that a couple of speakers were Indigenous and Aboriginal, that multiple people spoke about WoC. A guy who records political events does a good breakdown with some footage here of what he saw:
https://youtu.be/X-YJIepbGek
It's an ongoing thing to call everyone Nazis and fash, and it's been an ongoing thing to attempt to connect TERFs with Nazis specifically, but with a wide scale media and politician pushed narrative, it has really amped up and instigated the hate and a mob of people probably believing these women would be better off dead than speaking. They probably literally believe she's a Nazi.
Also, here's a documentary she put out of her USA tour of events she did the end of last year:
https://youtu.be/QLkUQH81Tts
Here's a mini doc about the NYC event that went viral that got really out of control that wasn't included in the main documentary:
https://youtu.be/FpC1sv6oHME

“they see in poverty nothing but poverty, without seeing in it the revolutionary, subversive side, which will overthrow the old society.” - Marx
For hundreds of years, the only dividing line in the UK was wealth. Those with power, those without. This formed the bedrock of division across the West. This dividing line led to consistent unrest and revolution at all levels of society; the barons revolt, the peasants revolt, the french revolution. More recently, socialism, marxism, communism. Truly terrible events came from these revolutions. Thousands, often millions dead in the persuit of redefining the accepting norms of society.
Today, 1 in 5 millenials do not know Jospeh Stalin killed 30 million people (victims of communism). And in essence, the younget generations, often the bed rock of revolution, are again seeing a surge in support for socialism, communism. This is paired with self loathing of ones person, which seems to be the trend to teach across schools and the workplace today. This is a recipe for disaster.
Today, the original dividing line of rich and poor is still very present, perhaps worse with the advent of easy debt. But, instead of one defined dividing line, there are now dozens. Sex, race, gender, gender politics to name a few. Within each of these catagories are sometimes hundreds of sub-catagories and cultures, all with there own demands, needs, wants and politics. Many of these cultures show open hostility to Western structures and morals, and actively aim to subvert society.
Like a pane of glass with many chips, the risk of shattering is a clear and present danger.
With the growing risk of moderm autocratic nations, some inherently opposed to Western ideology of freedom (Russia, Iran), and those perhaps more neutral but extremely successful (Singapore, UAE, China), is the West at risk of losing?
Rewind. Most successful nations/empires that have existed has declined due to decadence and domestic turmoil that fractured the bindings that held it together - leading to slow, or very quick dissolutions of power, which always results in extreme violence as those with power make their move.
Successful modern autocratic nations, mostly abhorrent through a Western lens, tend not to have this issue. Dividing lines are not allowed to exist. Dissent and sub-cultures are crushed. Domestic policy based around nationalism, and collectivism becomes the glue that binds. But, this approach comes with its own pitfalls. Brutal law enforcement, curruption, and intense surveillance are common themes.
That said.
If the Ukraine war escalated, and China invaded Taiwan, would the west have the stomach to fight? Would we see the same scenes during the 1930s of young men up and down the country volunteering to join the war knowing they were fighting for something bigger than themselves? Or, would our society fracture, would wearing the white flower of the consciousness objector be "cool", and a tik-tok trend? Could the population of the West drop its obsession with individualism and the expense of collectivism?
So, my question is this: has the UK/US and the West become so fractured by individualism, that we are now on the back foot compared to autocratic nations? Are we in the process of a slow decline due to extreme decadence? What does the future hold for the Western powers?

“they see in poverty nothing but poverty, without seeing in it the revolutionary, subversive side, which will overthrow the old society.” - Marx
For hundreds of years, the only dividing line in the UK was wealth. Those with power, those without. This formed the bedrock of division across the West. This dividing line led to consistent unrest and revolution at all levels of society; the barons revolt, the peasants revolt, the french revolution. More recently, socialism, marxism, communism. Truly terrible events came from these revolutions. Thousands, often millions dead in the persuit of redefining the accepting norms of society.
Today, 1 in 5 millenials do not know Jospeh Stalin killed 30 million people (victims of communism). And in essence, the younget generations, often the bed rock of revolution, are again seeing a surge in support for socialism, communism. This is paired with self loathing of ones person, which seems to be the trend to teach across schools and the workplace today. This is a recipe for disaster.
Today, the original dividing line of rich and poor is still very present, perhaps worse with the advent of easy debt. But, instead of one defined dividing line, there are now dozens. Sex, race, gender, gender politics to name a few. Within each of these catagories are sometimes hundreds of sub-catagories and cultures, all with there own demands, needs, wants and politics. Many of these cultures show open hostility to Western structures and morals, and actively aim to subvert society.
Like a pane of glass with many chips, the risk of shattering is a clear and present danger.
With the growing risk of moderm autocratic nations, some inherently opposed to Western ideology of freedom (Russia, Iran), and those perhaps more neutral but extremely successful (Singapore, UAE, China), is the West at risk of losing?
Rewind. Most successful nations/empires that have existed has declined due to decadence and domestic turmoil that fractured the bindings that held it together - leading to slow, or very quick dissolutions of power, which always results in extreme violence as those with power make their move.
Successful modern autocratic nations, mostly abhorrent through a Western lens, tend not to have this issue. Dividing lines are not allowed to exist. Dissent and sub-cultures are crushed. Domestic policy based around nationalism, and collectivism becomes the glue that binds. But, this approach comes with its own pitfalls. Brutal law enforcement, curruption, and intense surveillance are common themes.
That said.
If the Ukraine war escalated, and China invaded Taiwan, would the west have the stomach to fight? Would we see the same scenes during the 1930s of young men up and down the country volunteering to join the war knowing they were fighting for something bigger than themselves? Or, would our society fracture, would wearing the white flower of the consciousness objector be "cool", and a tik-tok trend? Could the population of the West drop its obsession with individualism and the expense of collectivism?
So, my question is this: has the UK/US and the West become so fractured by individualism, that we are now on the back foot compared to autocratic nations? Are we in the process of a slow decline due to extreme decadence? What does the future hold for the Western powers?

Context: Long ago, the Dragon King, Xayd, turned mad and nearly tore the kingdom in two. His younger brothers sent him to a prison-like cavern with only one person to tend to him... you. Over the years you've brought him his food, you've grown fascinated with him. What you don't realize is that he's grown just as fascinated with you.
Setting: The Mad Drake's Prison
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[Scene opens within a prison-like cavern]
[SFX: A wheelbarrow trundling over the ground/general cave ambiance]
[As you do every day, you push a wheelbarrow deep into a cavern that serves as a prison for its lone prisoner… the Mad Drake. He stirs as you approach with a yawn and a lazy smile]
[X] “Ooh, and here is my little Mouse, bringing me my meal for the day. I’ve heard tale that my name or, well, ‘the Mad Drake’ has been in the mouths of the royal family again, hmm? Are my little brothers growing paranoid that I may burst into the throne room and just… kill them?”
[Pause]
[X] “Oh, come now…Sweet little servant. You always bow to me, address me as ‘Your Highness’... Darling, look at me. While I may have once been the dragon King, I am now a simple madman in rags, being appreciated by a sweet little mouse in chains just…like…mine.”
[Pause]
[He smiles that twisted, calm smile]
[X] “I think they look garish on us both, to be honest… But what is a dragon to do, hmm? I’d need someone brave enough to approach me. Brave enough to help me get this oh-so-pretty collar off… so I feel myself again, of course.”
[...]
[To your surprise, he seems to ease]
[X] “No… No, little one, don’t. As much as I’d love my freedom, I know there are things eating my sanity, little by little… I don’t feel mad, you know? Perhaps that is what makes it so frightening for some, hm? I just seem so damn… reasonable until they do something to make me angry…”
[Pause?]
[X, chuckling quietly] “Hmhmhm, no, no… It’s not you who would make me enraged, no! It’s THEM, my sweet little friend! THEY’D run in to kill me, and you could very well be caught in the crossfire… killed… I can’t have that.”
[Pause]
[X] “...I suppose my reasoning is somewhat simple. You have treated me well, these many long years of imprisonment. You talk to me reasonably, you sneak me food that doesn’t have maggots in it, you tend to me after they beat me for information… For all of my crimes, for all of my callous behavior and favoritism towards pleasure, you… I don’t know.”
[Pause]
[He smiles. It seems genuinely affectionate]
[X] “Hm… You know, I have taken so many lovers across my long, long life. All so much fun, such a thrill in one way or another, most of them trying to violently murder me after we had a night of torrid sex. My libido is quite high… Insatiable, really…”
[He leans forward, eyes lidded and just a little breathy]
[X] “...I’ve had to use my imagination these last few years to get by.”
[P-Pause]
[X] “Hmhm, what am I saying? I’m saying that I’ve been obsessed with you since Day…oh, three. Mmhm. Day three of my traitorous brothers sending a sweet little human down to serve the Mad Drake. Ooh, just the thought of touching your skin for just a moment…”
[A shudder goes through his large form but he continues to stare at you like an amused, lecherous cat]
[X] “Ooh. Those little legs are all locked. Hmhm. I don’t mean to tease you, my dear. After all… I’ll always be collared here, only able to stare, obsess, and imagine… Mmh, I bet you’re beautiful. Especially with all those scars, glinting like jewels in the torchlight. You look like a porcelain figure that was broken and then mended with gold.”
[Pause]
[SFX: The wheelbarrow trundling along over a stone floor]
[He watches idly as you carefully push the wheelbarrow into his containment field, tail swaying from side to side]
[X] “M’aww… Did I make you nervous, little Mouse?”
[P-Pause]
[X] “Ooh, you think a King like me shouldn’t desire a lowly servant? Well, I’m not a King anymore, am I? And even if I were…”
[SFX: Him shifting forward/the chains rattling]
[X] “I have no doubt in every depraved corner of my mind…”
[SFX: The wheelbarrow crashing ovethe meat hitting the floor]
[You jump in alarm as he moves closer. Though he isn’t in his full form, he’s still incredibly imposing, even crouched on the ground. He makes eye contact with you from the floor, tongue rolling out slowly]
[X] “...That I would make you my favorite, and only, concubine…Mmh, pardon me for a moment. Sssllp, mmh. All of this good boar shouldn’t go to waste. Not even the ahh, blood I’m licking clean from the floor…”
[SFX: The Listener’s heartbeat escalating]
[P-Pause???]
[X] “...Am I trying to seduce you?”
[...]
[He studies you for a moment, tongue and face bloodied]
[X] “Hmm… I suppose that depends on if it is working or not, doesn’t it? Hmhm, your face! Oh, it is sweet… No, I suppose I should behave myself. If they find out you care for me, so, then they’ll no doubt have you killed, or worse… No. I want you to stay safe.”
[...]
[He chuckles, rising fully at long last with a stretch]
[X] “You seem surprised that a noble, even an ex-noble, would care more about a slave’s safety than their own benefit, no matter how temporary. Does that notion confuse you?”
[Pause]
[X] “Hmm. Me, too, to be honest.”
[With that, he settles before the spilled meat and gets to eating]
[P-Pause]
[X] “Mmh? Yes, the meat is, mmph, delicious, as always. Would you like to join me? It’s not the most couth way to eat, but…”
[Pause]
[X] “Ooh, someone was starving… Literally, it seems. My poor, wee little Mouse.”
[Pause]
[X] “Shh… Do not apologize. It’s… Any time they punish me, I feel as though I should be angry, but all I feel is amusement. I can’t explain why it’s so funny that this is where it all led to me, but hearing that they’re harming you, now…”
[He growls under his breath. The cave rumbles subtly]
[...]
[X] “...Why do you apologize, my sweet?”
[Pause!]
[He looks at you, unreadable, as you confess]
[X] “...When I asked you, years ago, if you were being hurt or not, you said no. You were…lying.”
[Pause…]
[You bow to him again, pleading for forgiveness. When he speaks, at last, his voice is deathly quiet]
[X] “...Darling.”
[P-Pause?]
[X] “...Please take off the collar binding me here.”
[Pause!]
[He’s still quiet, but his voice hits like a hammer]
[X] “Mouse. If you believe me to still be the rightful King, then I am issuing this command: take off the collar binding me here, NOW.”
[...?]
[X, with a little scoff] “Why?”
[His eyes flash with a terrible power, beyond rage. Beyond madness]
[X] “Because I intend to commit a genocide in your name, my love.”
[Pause!]
[X] “Shh, I won’t let them hurt you anymore. You don’t need to hide your rage from me. I know, sweetie, I know… Don’t worry. You won’t have to face your demons. You won’t ever have to admit that you fantasize about revenge.”
[He smiles ‘sweetly’]
[X] “You can just fantasize about me.”
[He lowers his voice to a whisper]
[X] “It will be the exact same thing, darling… because I will be your vengeance. Hmhm, ohh, FINALLY, some motivation! Hmhm, now I can finally get my glorious ass up and get to work on destroying everything my little brothers ever loved~. But, the collar…”
[Pause???]
[X] “Oh, love… Yes, I know, it was incredibly rude of me to hide the fact that I could leave this silly little prison at any time were it not for the collar. All the other wards, spells, human sacrifices… Well, it certainly made them feel better, I’m sure. Me, I just wanted some time to think… and a quiet place to speak to you. If I’d known that they dared to lay a hand on what is mine… I’d have done this much sooner.”
[He reaches out and puts a claw under under your chin and tilts your head up to look at him]
[P-Pause]
[X] “...Darling.”
[SFX: The Listener’s heartbeat escalating again]
[X] “...Don’t you ever lie to me again… alright?”
[...]
[X] “Hmhm… You’re so smart to curb that desire to argue with your King. To simply obey and accept that you are mine. No one else’s… and if I want to go to war over you, I shall… and I will expect you to be waiting in my bedchambers once I am done decimating everyone that has ever harmed you… What do you say to that?”
[...]
[X] “Mmh… ‘Yes, my King’. Good Mouse. Now… won’t you be a love and take off this collar? Pretty, pretty please?”
[SFX: Heartbeats growing faster]
[He lowers his voice to a whisper again, voice in your ear]
[X] “...Don’t be scared, my love… I’ll protect you. You’ve trusted me for years, now. Proven yourself loyal and loving and so… fucking irresistible. Please…”
[He pulls back enough so he can look you in the eye]
[Pause…]
[X] “...Let me burn this kingdom to the ground… Just for you…”
[Pause…]
[SFX: A magical hum and two metal pieces hitting the ground
[You shakily reach up around his neck and unbind the collar with what little magic you have left. The old device hums briefly before splitting in two and dropping to the ground. Xayd rolls his neck slowly with a few sighs]
[X] “Mmh… Oh, that feels so much better. That mark around my neck won’t fade for years… Thank you, my sweet little Mouse. No one has ever trusted me like you… and I will love you until it hurts, I am sure. Doesn’t that make you happy?”
[Pause]
[He smiles widely, regardless of your answer]
[X] “Wondrous. Now… Take my hand.”
[You do]
[X] “There we are. Now…”
[SFX: His wings unfurling]
[X] “...Let us make our wedding bed in the ashes of a wicked world… Shall we?”
[...]
[You have no idea what lay ahead. Or if you’ll even survive the night. But you do know that, no matter what happens, he will never let you out of his sight again]
[To be continued]
Note: Curious to see how people react to this character.

i’m tired of dude characters having sick hoodies and shirts and the female characters not having the same ones 💀 no way it’s too hard to code it to have both be able to wear the same clothes. that’s all.

Sailesh sat listlessly watching the rain drops just lazily slapping the window pane he was next to. He'd just arrived from a flight not long ago. Not only could he still feel the strain the long flight had on his knees, he was yearning to perhaps, stretch them out. But an Asar in Kathmandu doesn't relent. The downpour was vicious, often making it difficult to have any fun time. Forget hiking, he'd be lucky to even get past the hotel without getting soaking wet. As he took another long swig of his cigarette, he contemplated the life choice that led him to the place he was currently. Surely, it'd mark a closure, perhaps seal the old wound. He'd relish this.
As his breath clashed with the pane, and fog slightly formed, he was interrupted by the host,"So brother, what will you be having today?". He impatiently waved him off, angry that the waiter had interrupted his train of thoughts. The waiter, rather meekly said,"So will you have anything else, sir? This is your 6th peg, Mother was wondering if you'd like anything else". Sailesh softly chuckled before replying "I'm waiting". As the waiter gave him a knowing nod, and gently faded away, he took another swig of the whiskey he was drinking. Cheap shit will always be cheap, in this shithole, he thought to himself. Still, anything to get that familiar burn down your throat, with the slight buzzy sensation in your temple. For the money he was tossing at it, he couldn't possibly complain. It would be that he dearly missed his scotch - his favorite poison. He rapped at the table impatiently, she hasn't changed a bit, had she? Always taking her sweet time. As he could make out the silhouette of a woman with a child through the foggy glass, he grew excited: "She came, she finally did!". Not only that realization made him jerk back from him day dreaming, he proceeded to straighten up, and pull his hair back. After taking a few moments to compose himself, he hailed the waiter silently to take away the glass and empty his ash tray. As the entrance door slowly opened, he could make out his once love of his life, slowly approaching him with a kid, his, presumably. Aakanshya was a woman of sophistication, and absolute grace. The moment she walked towards you, you'd feel a gentle breeze on your forehead, whilst the back of your throat dried out, and you just wanted to steal a gaze from her, as long as time allowed. Her full lips often made you aware that even despite not smiling, she had a soft, gentle curve that made her face anything but hard. Suffice to say, Sailesh felt a cocktail of emotions within him growling, as he looked at a woman he once loved over anything else.
As she sat down with the kid, Sailesh gently motioned towards her. After a brief eye contact, he felt as if they were pulled down, away from it. Perhaps he still had feelings for her. Perhaps he was here to find out why things happened, the way they did. Still, he could feel the pangs of that same constricting pain in his heart, as if someone, or something, held it. It took an effort breathing in. And thus, he started, "So Aaku...". Aaku gently smiled back, that same smile he now knew he yearned for more than 5 years. As she waved, the kid chimed in, "Is he the uncle you were talking about, mummy?". Aakanshya slowly nodded, then proceeded to speak, "Yes, Sailesh uncle here is my best childhood friend. We practically grew up together, just like you and Saakshi". "Eww, Momma grew up with a boy? That's so funny hahaha". "No Arya, uncle here was very good at tying my ribbons! Firstly, say hi to uncle, will you, dear?" Arya suddenly shouted, "Namastey Sailesh uncle!" in a manner that could only be described as being contagious. It was impossible not to have your heart melt right there and there, this some five odd years old brat, speaking in the cutest manner possible. Sailesh extended his hand "I'm Sailesh, how old are you?". Arya looked puzzled at the hand offered to her, promptly looking towards her mother for clues on what to do. As Aakanshya motioned Arya to shake his hand, Arya followed suit. Sailesh hasn't shook a hand that was more tender, warm in a while. As he dismissed her hand, he directed his gaze towards Aakanshya. "How long has it been, again?" he said, words slightly slurred. Perhaps the whiskey finally hit. As Aakanshya drew a long breath, Sailesh leaned back, reaching for his zippo. That's when he noticed her hard gazed, the same stone cold, disappointed pair of the most beautiful doe eyes one could imagine, staring through him. As he followed her gaze to Arya, it hit him that perhaps lighting a cigarette in front of a child, wasn't the best of decisions. Arya chortled,"Look momma, uncle smokes too, just like Daddy!". As Aakanshya frowned,"Momma are you about to shout at uncle?", with the most innocent of eyes. Sailesh bit his lips in a mixture of embarrassment, and restlessless. Yeah, fucking A man, fucking A, light a cig right in front of the kid.
"So how have you been?" Sailesh said, huffing after his own silliness. Aakanshya answered,"I'm doing great, Sailu, how are you doing?". "Doing fine. Company offered me a vacation plan, I rejected, caught the very first plane from Cali straight here so I could perhaps go visit old friends. But with this weather...", Sailesh chuckled. Aaku sighed, "Well, that's a nice change I suppose. You always were the overworker". As Sailesh motioned the waiter yet again, he asked Arya, bored, "So what will you have, Arya?" Arya took the menu, and immediately pointed at what she wanted : An icecream. Well, she was certainly her mother's child, this girl. Once the orders were placed, Sailesh spoke "So what are you doing these days?" Aakanshya slowly turned her head towards Arya, and said "Well, mostly taking care of Arya. Housework was much more difficult than I imagined", she smiled softly. "How long are you staying?" Sailesh sighed,"Hard to tell. I can return anytime, but I was looking to meet old faces here. Suffice to say that's nigh impossible at this weather. So I'm probably going to get holed up in a hotel till I get back home". "And how are your parents, how's Aunty doing?" "You know they're dead, Aaku. Why must you ask?" Aakashya's eyes widened,"When?". Sailesh bitterly replied,"It's been what, 2-3 years?" "I'm sorry, Sailesh, I didn't know that". Sailesh's lips curved ironically, as he smiled and retorted,"Well, it's none of your business anyway, so there". Before those words were barely out, he regretted saying it. "But I do care. And I'm sorry." Sailesh could see hints of tear well up in her eyes. "Sorry I wasn't there for Aunty and Uncle". Sailesh whipped back, "Well they'd not count on it, after all, you abandoned me". Aakanshya look at Sailesh, with a look of surprise, speechless. Arya, startled, looked at Aakanshya, "Mommy, are you crying? Are you about to have a fight with uncle, just like daddy?" Sailesh asked, opportunistically, "Do mommy and daddy get in fights often?" "Yes, daddy shouts at mommy, and mommy shuts the door and cries. It's really sad, you know -" Aakanshya interrupted Arya's monologue, and quietly motioned her to hush. So Sailesh went into brooding, before letting out his next question, "You're happy with him, aren't you?" He could feel Aakanshya visibly disturbed, silent. Perhaps blaming her from the get go wasn't the best of ideas. At the same moment, the orders were served, and that was the end of that. As mere small talked, veiled in pain were exchanged on both sides, Sailendra couldn't help but walk down back the memory lane.
It was that night, that had been their last. They had sneaked out of their friend's wedding together, got to his apartment, then started making love. Intimacy with her was a special time, he'd only been vulnerable with so many women. As they rolled over the bed, he had gotten up to look at the moon-lit fields across the window. He had sat down in the arm chair, contemplating the difficulties ahead in life. He was but merely deep in thought, when she had rolled over, glistening in sweat beads, whilst gently being caressed by the moonlight. That's when she'd said, "Sailu, we should get married, na?" He had but merely scoffed, looking at her saying, "Babe, I'm hitting the states next week, I won't be back for at least 4 years, you seriously think I'd be able to take care of myself, let alone you?!" Whilst running his fingers on her playfully, he'd find her smiling slightly, then turning over, pulling the blankets. And that was the exchange they had, before she abruptly called Sailesh a week after he landed on states, stating she was getting married soon. And him, in a foreign land, feeling utterly dejected, and betrayed. Why did she choose this banker, over him? What possibly could that bald jerk give her, that he couldn't?
As Sailesh was wading through the free fall of his thoughts, reality struck when Arya tugged at his jacket. "Uncle, will you come home? I'll show you my doll". Sailesh, frowning, shook his head. Suppose it was time to part ways. The visit had been extempore, after all. He had called her on messenger right as he landed, perhaps to make peace with himself. Though how exactly this meeting ended up making him any less disturbed than he already was: He wouldn't know. All he knew was the ship had sailed, and he was left out in the rain. As the bills were paid, and they stood in front of the restaurant under umbrellas, Sailesh said "Well, guess this is it then. Take care, alright?" As Aakanshya turned after nodding, he could have sworn he saw her back shake.
As he stood there, questioning himself, all the while lighting his cigarette, he couldn't help but kick himself for being an ass. Perhaps he went too hard on her. After all, she did come, didn't she? And yet, he was right there, in the same spot she left her, 6 years back. As the gentle pitter patters of droplets onto the puddle singed but meekly, he looked at the mother-daughter slowly walking away from her. He was but just there, looking at her, then her daughter, a spitting image of her, going away, engrossed in conversation. As he scratched his nape, he couldn't help but spot a familiar birthmark on little Arya. Something he had grown accustomed to, often bemoaned about for being unsightly. Then it dawned him, that perhaps, this would be the last time he'd see her, as he couldn't possibly face himself after today's charades.
Not after what just happened, not after what he said to her.

I have been seeing this guy (27) for over 2 years. Recently he told me he doesn’t have a lot of time to talk or hangout, as his life is busy and we are officially friends with benefits.
Come to find out, he told me he’s been interested in another girl and hanging out with her a lot.
Now this is where my past relationship is repeating: there’s another girl, and I still want the sex and the friendship is genuinely solid so I’m sticking around. I don’t have feelings, he doesn’t. But I can see me being hurt down the road, because I see the position he is in, trying to move on from fwb to another solid relationship, lines will get blurred.
My last ex held me on a string like this for years. Keeping me around just because it was convenient. Why am I always the girl begging for time and attention and keeping the relationship alive with men? I know I should let men chase me but I do the chasing and end up like this. How to go about this situation? Why does my role keep repeating in intimate relationships? I’m so confused help
Tldr I’m always the chaser and get left in the dust. Have great friendship with fwb don’t wanna end it, but he’s actively dating. There is no moment we agreed to end things, like first time he has sex w someone else, we’re just waiting to see what happens and I feel at a disadvantage. About to be left/ used until someone better. Feels like shit I end up like this every relationship. Help me, and help the situation?

Stepping into a minefield here, just to share some thoughts/questions I don't know where else to share. Important note: I identify as a feminist cishet male - I taught university classes on sex and gender. The topic is important to me, and interesting, and I think we need to have discussions rather than shutting them down. That's my take.
So: I would say transwomen are women in all the ways that matter societally. That is, in terms of gender -- which is an entirely constructed phenomenon anyway -- any person ought to be able to identify with/take on any gender role or descriptor they feel applies to them and I can't think of a good reason to dispute it. Let me also say up front to be clear that there's no reason to ever harm, mistreat, or speak unkindly to any human being in my book, so certainly no reason to do so to a trans person.
My "controversial" stance, I think, is that I don't know if it behooves people who were AFAB and transwomen to treat them exactly them same in terms of the problems they face in the world, and in terms of their lived experiences. Let me give some examples:
- A transwoman has never and will never have a period. Some women have a lot of trauma around their first periods. In Jewish culture, for example, some girls get slapped in the face when they have their first menses.
- A transwoman has never and will never have a miscarriage or give birth. This is certainly a big and important lived experience of many women that can be joyful and/or traumatic.
- Unless they transitioned very young, a lot of transwomen won't have had men expose themselves to them in dark alleys as teens, or been masturbated at. Because at the age this happens traumatically to a lot of young women (say, 12/13) many transwomen were pretransition, and men rarely expose themselves to or frotteurise young men (something like 57% of women experienced this sometime in their teen years; the percentage for young boys is much much lower).
- Same issue for teen/pretransitioned transwomen: 1 in 5 women but only 1 in 71 men have been raped.
On the other end of the spectrum, transwomen face some things that people who were AFAB rarely experience in terms of homo/transphobia, physical beatings, fear of revealing their history or their genitalia for fear of beating or death, etc.
I'm not meaning to use these differences to "show" anyone how transwomen aren't "really" women or to separate them in any meaningful way based on treatment, law, or policy. But I am meaning to point out that there may be issues that people who were AFAB face that transwomen may not truly understand (though they can certainly empathize), and that the reverse is also true. When we say "a transwoman is a woman in every single way!" it strikes me that we're robbing people who were AFAB of some lived experiences that they do NOT share with transwomen, and likewise we're conflating the unique lived experiences of transwomen with the everyday garden variety person who's AFAB that's likely always "passed" as female and never had that questioned.
Ultimately, then, in order to serve the needs of both, and to honor both's very unique lived experiences, treating all women as "the same" is really a bit of a thoughtless oversimplification, isn't it? In the same way that saying "all Asians experience X the same way" would be inaccurate and unfair to the different experiences had by Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese, Cambodian, Thai, Filipino, etc., people.
NOW: I understand that some of "transwomen are women in all ways" is simply an act of solidarity, because no one is telling Vietnamese people that they aren't really Asian and beating them up for it. I recognize that idiots need to be reminded and reinforced frequently that generally speaking, there's no reason to treat a transperson any differently than the gender that they present as. But isn't there a higher-level discussion to be had here among people who already accept that premise about the ways in which we can serve both communities by -- after, of course, in some ways uniting them and making them completely equal -- recognizing the ways in which their experiences have been markedly different?
I am 100% open to all thoughtful, civil, reasonable, non-insult-heavy responses from people who are interested in this discussion, even if they disagree with my premises. Know that if your entire response is an ad hominem attack, entirely based on the fact that I'm male and making no attempt to interact with the intellectual content of my post, or just straight-up mean and nasty, I will be unlikely to respond or I may simply block you. The internet is an ugly, ugly place, and I'm not into it. I'm a human being, too, with a puppy and a wife I love very much. Remember that as you type your response! I promise to give you the same respect back if you do.

I was standing in a huge line for the women’s toilet, thinking, I don’t pass, no way I can go into the men’s.
Then this random dude actually comes up to me ‘Hey Bro, you’re standing in the wrong line! our bathroom is over there dude!’ And he fucking walked me over there
So I went to the men’s bathroom. And there’s some stalls and a wall full of dudes pissing at a urinal. I was SO nervous that I would be obviously out of place, but I just went to the stall and it was fine.
There was also no line at the men’s, so that was great.
Pretty much made my week. So… I guess I pass enough use the men’s now? Maybe it was my outfit that day. I’ll call it my special ‘men’s toilet ultra passing’ outfit. Considering I’ve gotten weird looks and startled people in the woman’s it might be good to make the switch.

I was just playing this super toxic dude who was up 3-1 and I managed to tie it in the 85th minute, when he then rage quit. On the menu for fut champs it shows the same stats as before the game. Does it not count? I figured it would be the same as rivals?