Tag Archives: consent
Guest blog: No sex please, we’re bigots
Last week a transgender woman in Thornaby was sent to prison because someone she had been intimate with reported her, after the fact, for sexual assault, claiming that he would never have consented to what they did if he knew her trans status. In the UK, there are laws about consent and deception, and most often these laws are used to prosecute people who lied about things like STI status. Jenby is here to give her take on this case: did this woman ever actually lie? Is there a legal distinction between failing to disclose something and actively lying about it? And what impact will the judgment have for trans women in the UK?
Anal as punishment
I love receiving sexy threats – we’ve discussed this before. “If you don’t hold that position and I can’t come, I’m gonna beat you so hard.” But there’s one sexy threat that I enjoy above all others: anal as punishment.
Note: I actually don’t think this counts as ‘consensual non-consent’. I think there’s enough thirst from me as the receiver of this to move it out of any hinted ‘non-consent’ territory. However, I appreciate that the tone of it does play into a number of those tropes, so it would probably be irresponsible of me not to label it ‘CNC’ in some way – if that isn’t your thing, you might not want to read this one.
Kissing at the speed of consent
I’ve mentioned this once or twice before, but never really allowed myself the pleasure of diving into it. I have time today, though, and this topic is all about taking your sweet time. Let’s talk about kissing at the speed of consent.
I trust you: Three words to heal my heart
The next chapter of this story happens when I’m probably in the middle of a breakdown. Perhaps it’s the way my life has been lately – an agony of paranoia and mistrust – that’s causing me to make some dodgy decisions. But this particular decision led to something good, I think. As helpful as it can be to hear ‘I love you’ in times of hardship, ‘I trust you’ healed my heart right now.
“What are you gonna do about it?” An ode to bratty subs
Perhaps it’s my age, or I’m experiencing a sudden and temporary burst of self-confidence – maybe my therapy’s working? Whatever the reason, I’ve been feeling a lot more domme lately. As often as I used to yearn for powerful, toppy guys with wickedly menacing grins, now I dream about bratty subs who have a playfully cheeky, ‘what are you gonna do about it?’ energy.