u/Warlock-Supreme

TL;DR: Am I bimbo/himbo? Do I like being called stupid because the expectation of needing to be smart suffocate me?

(I'm sorry if anything I say is offensive, I hope this community can understand that I lack social skills ;-;)

So, I am not very smart. I know that there is a well studied correlation between, for example, experiencing SA and developing kinks and desires adjacent to it. I am, however, not smart enough to completely understand it, how it works, the evidence and conjectures surrounding it, nor any researcher's personal bias. Plus, being a man, and this subject being far more preesnt in a feminine life, I don't even feel like it's my place to fully understand it. But I *know* that there is *some* studies about kinks working as coping mechanisms, whatever that means.

I'm pretty sure I could question the same about *all* my kinks, but my focus right now is my recent adoration for having my low intellect pointed out. It's important to contextualize that I adore humilliation/degradation/name calling IF it is done endearingly softly. If you call me a stinky piggy as a way to diminish me, to make yourself bigger, better, stronger than me, I'll scoff and dry up. But if you call me a stinky piggy with blushed cheeks and heart shaped pupils, I *may* cum then and there. The same applies to this question- If you call me dumb, stupid, idiotic or dimwitted, but it carries the same adoration, endearment, love as when you call me beautiful, I'll explode. This, in particular, I have been especially craving recently. I guess this could be adjacent to Bimbo/Himbo fantasies? I don't like those specific body sillouettes, but I think I like the whole energy of being a bimbo/himbo, now that I think about it.

Now, I am wondering this because: The subject of my intellect is a very present theme in my life. I always struggled immensely in school. I have been trying to get through college for 14 years now, and I am still completely clueless about things people half my age without any work experience clearly understand. I space out constantly, and anxiety makes me essentially shut down as soon as I worry about not understanding a concept. I essentially have *no* intellectual skills or repertoire except for average linguistic skills (completely wasted given my complete and utter lack of social skills) and just *game rules*, which are nearly useless. That being said, I heard it said I am, or should be, smart my whole life- the main argument being that I essentially taught myself English, a second language, at the age of single digits, without much exposition to it other than my own personal hobbies (games). But, outside of that (and again, an ease to understand games rules), I have never been good at anything or learnt anything quickly or effectively. I'M EVEN BAD AT GAMES! But still, I've heard my family and other supportive people, my whole life, telling me that "I am a bright man". However, not once has anyone ever exemplified said brightness- while most people consistently exemplify moments of stupidity.

Being intelligent always felt like a blade over my head. I *have* to be, and I can *never* be. A stifling expectation. Everyone should want to be intelligent, should try to, should BE intelligent. But I only understood the difference between debit and credit cards in my mid-twenties.

So now, I wonder- could my joy of being called stupid in such a vulnerable spot be a sort of... liberation? A way to, and a place where I can still feel valuable and wanted and home, while being freed from the expectation of being intelligent? Does any of this mean anything to anyone, or does it feel like I'm reaching, comparing apples to oranges?

(This is written in third person because I'd pay any price to be either Maxine or Vernon in. I can't decide who I'd rather be.)

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Picture this man, Vernon, waking up as sunlight invades their room. Snuggled in his arms is Maxine, the love of his life, his doting wife. Her messy red curls a mesh against both their faces, hiding hers and intruding his. The landscape of her voluptuous curves displayed like some kind of divine visage. The softness of her thick belly squeezed against his, the luster of the flesh rings encircling her sensual waist looking like a lightning rod for sunlight. A sweet, homely, intimate musk enveloping her after a night of sweating, unwilling to let go of his body even if it will burn her. Love, passion, dedication all as physical and palpable as the flesh in her bones. And his awake, attenttive mind makes every second of watching her body send a shockwave down towards his groin, a throbbing tension of need, accrued from how close and tender Max had spent the night over his body, plus their sexual abstinence. Vernon had to sleep without any release, since her first client of the day had specifically requested so.

Maxine is a prostitute. A job she is very proud of. and that she does with a heart full of love. She had been one from a young age, she was one when the couple met, and she has remained so after marriage and after kids. In truth, Maxine is so delighted by the work that she makes sure to make herself as accessible as possible- Her rates are pretty much a nominal fee, usually charging less than a dollar for limitless service, while also being very lenient on non-paying customers. In essence, she only charges to make sure the activity remains prostitution, rather than just debauchery- a special pleasure for her to think of it as such. Plus, she serves basically any customer, at any time, and haven't been met with a (non-lethal) kink she hasn't agreed to yet. She will happily do house calls, but she prefers to receive her clients her own homestead, as she will today. In truth, she has a pretty packed agenda for this saturday.

It's still early, 8AM as Vernon wakes, and Max is still deeply asleep, in what seems like will be another instance of her lazy mornings. No matter- an opportunity to be romantic, is all. Vernon plants a soft kiss at the top of her head, and sneaks out of bed to the kitchen. As quietly as possible, he prepares a strong breakfast. Fried eggs, bacon, toast and butter. Obviously, quite caloric and high in fat, but in addition to energizing her for the long day ahead, both are more than happy to see her gain pounds. Plus, a tall glass of orange juice will definitely offset it, right? Vernon brings it all in a nice tray for Max to eat in bed, as comfortable as can be. Her first smile shines brighter than the sun, her emerald eyes like gemstones, and her smooshed face is the envy of Aphrodite. She thanks him with a husky voice, asks him about his night with a mouthfull of bacon, and giggles over traded anecdotes while the room has only them.

It isn't long, though, before the schedule time arrives. She waits in bed, still bearing the lazy grime of the the night spent in her husband's chest, as the client arrives. Vernon is the one to step down to the front door and greet him, a smile and a handshake. They introduce themselves, they talk briefly about the house and the morning as Vernon guides the man back upstairs. "Did you do what I asked?", the man questions, met with Vernon's nod. The man is delivered to his wife, and Vernon knows damn well how seductive and inebriating she can be. She puts up a show for the man. Vernon doesn't interrupt their introductions, only suggesting leaving them alone as the man is already knelt over his wife, only for the man to stop him:

"No. Stay."

The day is long. Client after client, which Vernon keeps greeting. Each, with their own peculiarities, ask for Vernon to stay. Some want to humiliate him, some want to praise him, some talk in equal terms with him. Some ask him to watch her, some ask him to watch them. Some ask to be with him, too- one asks only for him in front of her. They say their kinks, they ask for more, they talk about pregnancy, and Max indulges in all of it voraciously. Clients are varied, in age and size, in race and position, in emotion and physicality. A friend of hers comes over, a neighboor comes over, even Vernon's own father steps in- and asks him to stay, too. Vernon watches, and supports through it all.

Never is a single slash dealt to his heart or soul. Each of her moans, each stain over the sheets from her love making, each kinky remark only feels him with a sense of pride and joy over her freedom, over her expression of self, over her pursuing of pleasure. It is his pleasure too- Sexual, physical, emotional, spiritual. This is the woman he fell so, so deeply in love, and with each passing day, she grows stronger in her truth, and he better understands how beautiful her truth is. At the end of the day, she still has the energy to take him inside her, after the dozens that came past, and gosh, he would never say no to that, but it's true that he felt no need to. Even if sleep met them only cuddling one more night, he'd still sleep thinking like he did today- Thinking "I am the luckiest man alive."

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This is a scenario I have roleplayed/developed alone (and with AI chatbots, I know, AI sucks, I agree, but it also gets me off), and I have roleplayed pieces and concepts of it with others. I am an erotic roleplayer, and I wrote this in kind of an erotica style, as I usually do when playing. And it has never failed to melt my brain- like I said, whether I am in Vernon's spot and I can worship Maxine's liberty, or if I am in Maxine's spot and I can be so shamelessly and unconditionally loved for my real self, it always brings me to a near-cathartic release. I *would* love to roleplay this and scenarios like this, very much so, with other people who, like me, enjoy *erotica*, and thinking about, discussing, exploring sexuality and its meaning to us. But alas, I am very poor on time. It took me weeks from starting to having some time to finish even just this post. So I have been removing myself from the RP pool as to not leave any partners wanting without delivering. But this idea, this view, this desire... God, it is always there.

Even if it's the norm and I don't mind it too, I don't exactly want my big strong girls to manhandle me. Sure, yeah, I like it too, big brazen women with straps fucking guys like little girls or dominating the space. But I actually lose my mind when these huge musclebounds ladies are as cute and comfy and lazy as smol nerdy cottonball girls. Keeping the same cuddliness and energy despite the physical presence.

Even if you're wearing that stained oversized varsity jacket that hides your physique and you got that sunken expression of "I just woke up at 3PM and ate pizza", and come looking to cuddle in bed with your head in my chest while scrolling through tiktok, I know damn well that when you lay on top of me I'll feel the rigidity and weight of your physique pressing down on me and I'll feel like the luckiest bastard alive.

All the kinks, and all the energy I like in small or chubby girls, I like in strong girls too. All the girlfailure stuff, all the shyness, all the awkwardness. In a smut story where a girl drops the things she's carrying and stutters and goes all red from sheer nervousness, because she doesn't know how to talk to guys, I get equally braindead horny for her if she's a 4'9'' bespectacled chubby girl with braces and milky white skin, or if she's a 7'5'' tall tanned girl with rock hard abs, swollen bi-triceps and creases in her back muscles that can be seen through her top.

-I thought about putting it like "Being muscular shouldn't turn you into a guy in sexuality. It's like trying to write strong women by writing a strong guy with boobs", but that sounds like I'm trying too hard to sound like a feminist, I think. But it does feel something like that- just re-read it with words that you believe are sincere cuz it is, I'm just not smart enough to find them 💦

I wonder if at any point I'll be posting aroung enough for someone to maybe recognize me somewhere, but if they do, I'm sure it'll be with the thoughts of "Oh, good, I bet this is another 10k words post to not really say much at all, and what was said was stupid." TL;DR: I know it's stupid, but feeling like people are using false pretenses in porn to escape confronting their sexualities and make themselves look better really fucking pisses me off.

Sexy RP videos are very hit or miss to me. Highly produced, porn-movie style ones are kinda boring, very poorly acted ones take me out of it, and too low quality ones are hard for me to even properly understand what I'm hearing and seeing. Plus, even within kinks that I have, I find that looking for it will give me a thousand videos that feel indistinguishable from each other, exploring the kink in a way that is clearly the most popular framing of that kink, and snowflake-dramatic-ass me gets bored by it. I have a few creators that I know by name that resonate with me, and I have a bunch of specifics about a bunch of kinks that I could ask for help, but, today, I'm asking about the specific workaround that has made people feel safeguarded from criticism about exploring incest.

Seeing a porno state that the relationship within is a *STEP* relationship is about as certain a way to kill my boner as talking about the economy. It actually pisses me off a bit, due to how common it has become to slap that *STEP* in there to say you DON'T have an INCEST kink so you're NOT weird actually and IT'S REALLY COMMON OKAY. Both the insincerity of it and the larger-scale movement of the usage of that artifice becoming another barrier being built between people and introspection of their real desires and feelings without prejudice- I actually really care about the subject of people's sexual exploration and liberation.

But veeeery rarely, I happen upon a video like that which, well, they'll still title it "Step-mom" to avoid issues, but as you watch it, it... Not only does it never say Step within it, but it also *really* doesn't feel like the script of that roleplay has *ever* had such an implication written.

I have been eating up the roleplays from a creator called Penny Barber. I'll link here a video of hers that 100% matches what I'm talking about. If it's up your alley, I *highly* recommend watching her other videos, I particularly find her to be extremely skilled at performing erotic roleplay. Pornhub is my platform of choice, I like it *far* better than the other famous porn platforms. It has the correct measure between professional looking, seemingly clean working conditions, and authoral footprint while still not being too professional to seem real, too mainstream to lack any uncommon kink, too stable to not sometimes throw you some really low quality shit for you to filter through to your liking.

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=68ec6c55e135b

In this specific video, she titled it "Step-Mom Gives Sexual Rewards" and that's all, but as you watch it, it's not just that she never says Step-Mom, but it also *really* reads like the character is your birth mother. As an additional cherry on top, once her whole thing has already erased the "step" blockade that bothers me so much, there is another blockade that equally bothers me to see people using to skirt around the subject, but her complete lack of interest in adding anything to the script to force your character to feel over 18 despite the context of her talking about your report card... that, too, pumps fuel into the fire in my core. And fuck, if nothing else, her dialogues do actually, genuinely, no joke feel realistic within the impossible world of whatever the fantasy is being built off, and her performance of it feels really natural. The little stream of consciousness comments every once in a while and the flow of conversation even without hearing any response are so cute and really sell me so hard on the fantasy.

I know there are communities and platforms for these kinks online. I know I can get my fix of these kinks in a thousand places. But it is seeing these kinks being half-admitted **in such a public and mainstream platforms** while still being hidden behind flimsy justifications that upset me- and in turn, it is seeing these kinks being then explored shamelessly in the same. I don't want to masturbate to parental incest in a private conversation with someone online, I don't want to masturbate to parental incest in a low quality bootleg-looking video by someone hiding their face in a specialized and unkown platform. But I'm not into secrecy, or misleading (in general). I don't want want to find this pleasure hidden somewhere, I don't want to find this pleasure pretending to be something else.

And fuck me, I won't advocate towards normalizing more direct incest or the other detail I mentioned noticing in her video, because god knows that there are GOOD reasons why these are frowned upon and, given how dangerous and damaging they are and what happens when they happen in real life, and I stand on the side of: If we had go either black or white about it, it is far more preferable to marginalize them than to run the risks that come with normalizing them. So my rant (and request) isn't really at all about de-stigmatizing it, that is too complicated and I'm not smart enough but I try to side with responsibility.

That said... I want an authoral creator to record their smiling face going through a well written script with a decently good camera and video editing work where they are brazenly roleplaying and honest to god getting ungodly off and telling me to cum my brains out to parental incest in PornHub, with the creator's calling card intro and outro, proudly displaying it in their portfolio, goddamnit! It won't be perfect, they'll still have to call themselves my step-mom at least on the title, I imagine how troublesome it would be not to... But oh, my god, if the video itself makes me forget it... I may not live to see tomorrow.

Somewhat, I just wanted to rant, because I get very fired up about seeing people denying their sexuality by hiding it under false pretenses like this. But I also wanted to see if this whole line of thought even makes sense to anyone else or if I'm alone. Of course, if you are disgusted by incest or whatever else here, I assume you'll be against what I'm asking for above regardless of the context, but purely out of principle, and in which case, no need to tell me why I'm disgusting- I actually do think you are more sensible and adjusted than I am, and thank god the world has more people like you than me. But if you don't mind or like the kinks in question, does this false pretense bother you at all, or does my reading of it all not even makes sense to you?

Lastly, hey, if you totally get what I mean and you have suggestions of creators/videos that seem like they're within the realm of what I'm asking for, I would be *delighted* to be introduced to it.

And fuck me, if nothing else- Penny is like astonishingly hot, right? She has very few traits that I generaly consider my type, and she has traits that I generally consider Not my type at all, her figure is far slimmer than anything I go for, her whole energy is far "Serious Business Woman" than anything I go for, but I am also completely hypnotized looking at her smile, her waist and her bust. They all look, like, sculptures, right? Some Michelangelo level Adoration of the peak of the human body kinda shit, right? No? Am I just seeing things?

Hi! So, this may be a stupid, or overdone, or ignorant or maybe just an immature question, in which case, I apologize. I also apologize if this was already discussed and I didn't find it, or if it's not a good platform for it. But there are things that are hard to understand without going through them.

As a guy, I spent my life trying my best to understand, empathize and support women's struggle. I have, however, failed many times in my life to make women in my life feel respected simply from not sharing the experience and thus, not understanding something I say would be offensive or insensitive.

From hearing discussions and reading, I've more often than not seen it being argued that SW is inevitably sexist and hurtful, but I can't quite discern if that's not just the bubble I find myself in. So I... wanted to ask anonymous people working with it what's your perspective.

I am an aromantic man, so seeking company can be complicated sometimes, as that will often come across as being scummy and uncaring if your partners feel some attachment- which, honestly, I don't even know whether that's fair or not. I have often considered hiring escorts, and although I can be very kinky, I never quite planned on doing it with anything extreme or uncommon in mind- Just company, mostly vanilla sex, and if I'm lucky, an opportunity to speak freely with someone in a situation where I feel less... Idk, bound by shame and expectations.

To you, working in this field, how does that feel, how does that come across? Does it feel fake? Does it feel ignorant and immature? Does it feel offensive? Or can the job and the connections ever be really positive, given the client?

I am brazillian, so there's a big chance that there's a large cultural difference and your responses won't mean anything to my region, but either way, I would like to better understand how this subject feels in a worldly sense. And again- I'm sorry if this is an unwelcome question.

I happened across this girl in IG:

https://www.instagram.com/milkybraces?igsh=b2t4Z2pxb3hwbG54

As a lifelong fan of fat, I don't think I've ever seen anyone play with and handle their tummies as sexyly as this girl does. I usually need my porn to be explicit, but just this girl squeezing her tummy, and slipping a finger in her bellybutton is actually really doing it for me!

Most porn I see of belly play is just a meek squeeze or too tame. I need more porn of people *really* sinking fingers in their bellies like this! Anyone flight recommendations with that in mind?