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from Norintha

Rave Night

Exhibitionism, Drugs, Anonymous Partner

@Norintha@beach.city

You look skeptically at Ashley as she holds an outfit for you. “It's cold out, and you want me to wear that?” The latex top and miniskirt appear far too revealing for your tastes. Loose jeans and a t-shirt and a hoodie over top would be much more your speed. She shakes her head. “No no, you will overheat super fast once we get inside! Fifty people dancing and rubbing and partying all at once makes a building heat up.” “Yeah, about that, I still don't know how you talked me into going to this. Couldn't we start out having like, a game night?”

The young woman sighs, her moderate chest bouncing as she shakes her head. “I want you to get out and meet people, not min max numbers for three hours. Now stop complaining, trust me, and strip. You have to at least try this on before you say no. It's gonna look great on you.” Rising from Ashley's bed you peel off your jeans and the tee you had on. She walks around you twice, then unhooks your bra. “I have a better one you can borrow for tonight. It'll perk up your boobs.” You blush, at hearing her talk about your body like that. “I love you and your tits, you know that. But this is a party. Dressing up and showing off is half the fun! Now dress.” She thrusts a handful of clothes into your hands and crosses her arms expectantly. Giving up, you put on the padded bra Ashley offered.

Slipping into the tight top, you struggle for a moment before getting both arms inside and sliding it down. Ashley straightens the back while you work up the miniskirt. Turning and looking in the mirror you grimace; it covers everything, but only just. You bounce on your toes a few times and see the white of your panties in the mirror. “Okay, I tried it on. How can I dance in something like this? Everyone will see my balls!” Ashley puts her arm around your shoulder. “No one is going to be looking, and no one cares there either.” “Besides, I keep telling you, that's a problem you could solve real easy!” Not dignifying her with a response, you start to look through her closet to see if there is anything in there you do like. The woman jerks you away. “Come on, I don't want to miss the bus.”

Ignoring your protests she thrusts precarious heels and a pair of fishnets into your hands. “Just get them on by the time we get there.” You wad up the fishnets and slip on the shoes to follow her out the door “Damn why won't you let me bring a jacket?” It is beyond brisk. Several minutes of cursing later and the bus finally pulls up. It is mercifully empty, so the two of you make it to the very back. Taking the corner seat, you slip off the shoes and discreetly work on the tights. Leaning on Ashley, you rest, until she tells you the club is next.

The cold air bites as you step off the bus. “Just a couple blocks, follow the lights.” The bright lamps illuminate the street and warehouses all the way to the club in the distance. Blowing on your hands, you keep pace with Ashley. “And you've been here before?” “Stop being a buzzkill, it's a really great place. Plus you really couldn't do this kinda club downtown anyway! Out of the way is good.” Somehow that doesn't really quell your nerves. Freezing, you reach the line at the entrance. You can hear the music from outside.

You look up to the windows, seeing lights strobing through every color of the rainbow pouring out. Ashley pulls on your shoulder; distracted as you are, you didn't realize you were next in line. The bouncer looks you up and down skeptically, while Ashley pleads with her eyes. At last, you're ushered in. The temperature difference smacks you in the face, the club is practically a sauna! The driving bass line of the music thumps as Ashley tries to get your attention. Eventually, you see her waving at you. She points to the bar as she walks away.

Not interested in a drink, you mill over to the railing that separated the walkway from what was now the dance floor. The crowd sure appears to be enjoying themselves, bouncing and rebounding to the songs. Sniffing though, you smell something. It smells floral in nature. Lavender, it smells like lavender. To your left you see a woman wearing a tight black shirt with the word 'staff' in fluorescent letters. You ask her about the smell, you can't really hear her but you make out the words leak and gas. She is holding gas masks and hands you one.

Taking the blue painted mask, you breath deeply. The lavender smell seems to be much stronger inside the mask, much to your surprise. Coughing you almost drop the mask, but as you exhale the world feels suddenly very fuzzy. And the music pulses seem to make the lights brighter. “Oh no honey, that is the leaky one!” The staff member sounds much clearer now. She hands you the green mask that was in her other hand. A little dazed, but suddenly very happy you came, you put on the other mask and breath in deeply. Still lavender, but smokier. You cough and due to the mask, breathe in more when trying to clear your lungs. By the third lungful you manage to get the mask back off. Now you notice that Ashley has returned, sipping a drink. Waving her over you ask if you can have a sip. “Well sure, you can.”

Without waiting for her to say anything else you gulp down a mouthful of the sweet, fiery liquid. Snorting, “What was that Ash?.” “Rum and cola, helps me get ready for the evening.” She downs the rest of drink before taking the green mask from you, and breathing deeply under it. By now you realize that you have been swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. It's actually rather fun, now that you're here, experiencing it. Pulling on Ashley's arm the two of you move out onto the dance floor. She takes hold of you, and squeezes into the crowd.

The hot, throbbing mass of people bounces and pushes along to the music and you push back. Ashley finds someone she knows in the dancing crowd of people. She is a tall, beautiful woman, wearing bright colors and swaying as hard as anyone else. The two embrace and she hugs you. The woman pulls out a little mint tin, and passes something to Ashley, who swallows it. She offers the tin to you, and you take one. It isn't very minty and Ashley smiles as you swallow it too. The woman accepts Ashley's invitation to stay and dance with the two of you for a bit.

The lights pulsate and the music bounces and after an indeterminate amount of time, Ashley and her friend start to walk away. Turning as they pass you, the friend grabs you by the shoulder and points to the far wall. The party is a lot more fun than you expected, but you follow. The two of them walk to one of the doors, and you follow them both inside. A padded floor and bench, with what look like straps. The friend closes the door behind you, shutting out the flashing lights and dulling the thumping music. Somehow the room feels warmer than outside.

Ashley must feel the same way, as she pulls her dress off. You strip off your tight latex top, and a coolness rolls over you. Ashley's friend puts her hands on your shoulders, making you jump at first. She begins to rub them though, and explosions of pleasure fire off in you. She leans around and bites your neck softly, and your girlcock starts to stir under the tiny miniskirt. Ashley approaches, breasts bouncing and cock already hard. She stretches over and kisses you deeply as her friend reaches around and starts to fondle your nipples.

You feel your face flush – you don't even know the woman behind you. Everything feels right and good to you though, especially when Ashley pushes her tongue into your mouth. Running your hands down Ashley's sides, you hold her hips as she sways slowly and pulls your skirt down. She breaks the kiss, and spins you by the shoulder to face her friend. You kiss the woman, who runs her nails up and down your back. The feeling is like zaps of electricity coursing through you. Your knees feel weak and you slowly sink to the floor, eyes on the woman's bulge.

The other two women start to kiss, while Ashley's friend works her panties down. Her girlcock dangles in front of you, tantalizingly. Excitedly, you take it in hand and guide her member into your mouth. You run your tongue along the sides and under the head, and she moans loudly. As you bob and suck, the girldick expands. Your nails run between her legs and she wobbles. Ashley pins you into place with her hips, sucking the girldick of her friend while they make out. You suck on the end of her member, and stroke down the rest of the shaft to her ass.

She pushes Ashley a step back, and the two of them help you stand. They lead you to the bench, where the woman sits. Ashley turns you to face her and kisses you. As you make out with Ashley, somehow your panties go missing, freeing your own hard girlcock from it's cotton bondage. The other woman grabs your hips and gently lowers you onto her cock. You bite your lip, the new sensation intense. She bounces you gently, working her member deep into you. As you settle onto the feeling of her cock in you, Ashley reclines, moaning, onto your own girldick.

The woman behind you starts to buck her hips, the stiff girldick in your ass filling you satisfyingly. Ashley seems to enjoy riding on your girlshaft, as she digs her fingers into your legs to steady herself. The cock in you pounds harder and harder, riding Ashley through you. Faster and faster the woman bounces both of you. Warm feelings of ecstasy flow between the cock in you and Ashley on your own. The breath is yanked from your lungs as you feel the woman's cock twitch and spurt her load into you, her hand on Ashley's member as she holds you.

Ashley spills her seed on the padded floor of the playroom, and her orgasm shakes her on your girldick. Behind you, the woman bounces you again prodding you with her parts. The waves of pleasure, warmth, and love wash over you too, and you bite Ashley's shoulder as you fill her. The three of you move to the floor of the room, enjoying the feeling that everything is perfect for now.

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from Bird Droppings

At this point in time, I would say my philosophy aligns with a sort of objective materialist or rational skeptic or IDK what the words are. However, I also think that there's a really weird thing that happens when humans come around with their language and society. Through sheer belief, humans seem to have the ability to get other humans to act as though something is real, even if it has no bearing on the physical substrate of reality.

Humans have this weird ability to “play pretend” about things. But they do it so much that they don't even realize they're doing it half the time.

I'm being reductive of course. It's a lot more complicated than that. The shared reality that humans build is a result of social contracts, agreements, beliefs, and more. In my experience, most of we interact with as humans is part of this shared “pretend” reality that exists only because we collectively will it to be so.

Take money for example. Currency. Numbers in a database or pieces of paper or coins. They have value merely because we will them to have such. Without those beliefs, they have no value. Yet we spend so much of our lives chasing money, struggling to get enough to survive, and so on. Much of our lives centers around it.

Some people confuse our “make believe” world of shared ideas, beliefs, and agreements with the solid substrate of reality. Some people think that how much wealth someone has is a real thing, just as real as a cloud or a tree or a rock.

It's not. If you went to a deserted island or a far away planet, disconnected from the rest of society, your money and wealth would cease to have any meaning.

But within this society that believes in it, it has real power to affect things.

In truth, the things we pretend are real... The things we make believe about... They have so much power, they can literally move mountains, reshape continents, move the planet. They can kill us or bring us joy. These mere ideas and beliefs shape us just as we shape them.

Here's where things get really exciting. The relationship between our identities and the shared fantasy of reality are complex, intricate and oh so interesting.

It's one thing to do psychological analysis or sociology on identity. It's another to realize that you have the power to reshape your identity at will. That the very things that define who we are as people are also stories we tell, fictions we create.

For example, to realize you don't need to participate in static binary gender the way you were told you had to as a child. You can change your gender, abstain from gender, or go deeper in it. You don't have to be heterosexual. You don't have to follow the narrative of finding a single spouse and getting married. You don't have to follow the narratives that exist in this culture.

The rules that you have to be these things and do these things are just like money... shared ideas that exist only because people say they do. They're not real like a cloud or tree is...

Going deeper, the ideas of who and what we are are also fantasies. The idea that you're an individual being with your own single separate and independent thoughts and ideas is a story you tell yourself.

What are you really? You're a collection of cells, some of which have neurons that fire in a complex pattern we have labelled a “neural network.” No part of that is you. You are a story that thing tells.

That's not to say that it's not a useful story. It can be useful to treat yourself as a single independent entity. But you could just as easily model yourself as a collection of independent entities or as part of a network of minds connected via sounds transmitted over the air and electronic signals transmitted over the internet.

You could do all of these at once, or none of them.

When you're free to write the story yourself... To create the model by which you interpret your own experiences... the power there is incredible. Singlet, plural, interconnected multi-body being...

We can even step away from trying to tell a story about what our brains are doing and just envelop ourselves in fictions and stories of our own making, instead of the overall collective story. We can tell a story about being a cat, or a bird, or a robot, or a dragon...

There's a reason that the Matrix was written by two trans women. Their story reflects a lot of these ideas. That when you see that so much of the world we exist in is a shared belief or fiction, you gain the ability to rewrite it and to work with it in a new way.

Sometimes, you need something, perhaps a preference for a different gender narrative, so strongly that it causes you to break the Matrix we live in and realize that we can do and be so much more than the stories that usually get forced on us.

I'm still a materialist. I don't believe that gods or angels or magic really exist in some of the ways people say they do. I don't think spells or prayers work.

But I think that shared human beliefs are incredibly powerful. I've seen the way that ideas can reshape people and landscapes. I've been a part of that.

It is there, in the space of what humans believe, and the powerful affects of those beliefs, that I do recognize the reality of magic.

 
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from Bird Droppings

I recently had the opportunity to “pitch” Mastodon to a couple wonderful friends of mine, and in doing so, got them excited about Mastodon and the fediverse. It caused me to reflect on what really excites me about Mastodon and the fediverse at large. There's a few things that specifically jump out at me.

  • Your service provider is a person or small group, not a corporation seeking to exploit you.
  • You own your relationships and can pick up and move anywhere in the fediverse without losing your relationships
  • There are many different services in the fediverse. You're not tied to one paradigm or social network. It's really many social networks working together.
  • Mastodon has locality. It has neighborhoods and spaces.

Let's look at each one in more detail!

Your service provider is not a corporation seeking to exploit you

Mastodon is a piece of software that enables anyone to create a social network. While a corporation could create such a network, most of the social networks that have been created within the fediverse have been created by individuals or small groups of people dedicated to serving a small community. Instead of a source of income, mastodon serers are typically paid for by their community or by the generosity of their administrators.

Corporate social networks and messengers like Twitter, Facebook, Discord, Instagram, etc. are designed to provide users with a free service in exchange for using their personal information to make money. Whether this is through advertising, selling products, or whatever, the intention is to make money. Frequently, these services wind up modifying the content users consume in order to increase their interactions with that service. This can lead to emphasizing emotionally arousing content, such as descriptions of people being awful to one another, etc. inadvertently skewing user's perception of the world and the people in it.

Mastodon based social networks typically don't engage in this behavior. While there's nothing stopping them from doing so, leaving a mastodon social network that is misbehaving is super easy, which leads us to our next benefit.

You own your relationships

One of the biggest problems I have with Facebook in particular is the fact that it holds your relationships hostage. If you don't have a Facebook account and follow their rules, you cannot interact with the people on there. If Facebook begins to engage in behavior you don't approve of, leaving Facebook involves leaving those relationships behind. Given the degree to which Facebook inserts itself into the social interactions people have with one another, this can result in such extremes as entirely losing contact with friends outside of Facebook, if social events and communication were predominantly done on Facebook.

(Twitter and some of the other social networks aren't as bad, allowing people without accounts to read public posts from users of their social network. But the problem still exists.)

This isn't the case when using Mastodon. As a decentralized collection of interoperating but independent social networks, for the most part if you don't like the policies or choices of the individuals that run your local server, you can move and bring all of your relationships with you. As long as you are using a social network that is compatible with Mastodon, you can talk to anyone that is using Mastodon anywhere in the fediverse.

For example, If you make a lot of friends on coolkids.chat, you could move to radfolks.city and still follow and chat with all of the friends you made on coolkids.chat. For the most part, there are no restrictions on who you can talk to. There are even tools for exporting and importing the lists of people you follow so that you can easily migrate to a new server.

Your relationships and friendships are never limited. You don't have to choose between your friends and your values if you don't like the values of the people running your social network. You can just leave and keep chatting like nothing ever happened.

(It is true that some servers fully block other servers in the fediverse. However, nothing stops folks from having multiple accounts with different server wide block lists, or finding servers that don't block the servers you want to interact with.)

The Fediverse is diverse

Sometimes when I first describe Mastodon to someone, they complain about the confusing nature of decentralization, asking “Why do they have to make it like that?” Lately, I've been wanting to turn that around and say “Why does the fediverse have to be Mastodon?”

Mastodon is NOT the whole of the fediverse. It's one piece of software for running a twitter like social network. There are many other free social network platforms out there that folks can get and use to run their own social networks. And the best part about those platforms is that they interoperate with Mastodon and every other piece of software that uses the common “ActivityPub” language.

Here are a few examples of other pieces of software, and the social media networks you can create with them.

  • Pleroma: Another twitter-like replacement
  • PixelFed: An instagram replacement
  • NextCloud: A Google Drive/Office/Talk/Etc. replacement with twitter-like functionality
  • WriteFreely: A minimalist long-form blogging platform like Blogger or Medium
  • Plume: A more fully featured blogging platform closer to Wordpress or Blogger or similar
  • PeerTube: A self-hosted replacement for Youtube

Even better, if you start on one platform and migrate to another, you can still follow and read all of the content being published by the users to used to follow on the previous platform. They're all (more or less) completely interoperable. If you prefer an instagram style interface, join a Pixelfed network. But you can still see videos posted by folks using PeerTube and “toots” by Mastodon users and long blog articles written by Plume users... All from within your Pixelfed account!

And more platforms are showing up every day!

The fediverse has locality

On many corporate networks, there is a single social network on which all of the users exist. All are subject to the rules and regulations of the single, centralized administration team. Discovery of new users to follow is done by following people you already know and seeing who they follow, through algorithm controlled high level recommendations, or through discovering off site, such as finding the social media accounts of celebrities.

While it's true that within the fediverse, any user can follow any other user anywhere in the fediverse, and could theoretically discover the fediverse addresses of public figures off site and follow them.... The fediverse has something else going on that creates some richer experiences.

Instead of being a single large pool of users, users are all located in smaller social networks that interoperate. This creates various levels of discovery. There is no central algorithm recommending users to people. Instead, you can use the local timeline to see users that are using the same server as you, and you can use the federated timeline to find users that are using servers that your server knows about.

That federated timeline can sometimes be hard to explain, so let me spend an extra paragraph on it. The federated timeline is a composite of all public posts from users follows by people on your local server, as well as all public posts from servers that share any relays your administrators have subscribed to. Put simply, it's all public posts from everyone “nearby” to your server.

This means that one server in the fediverse might have one kind of perspective on the larger fediverse, while a different server has a completely different perspective. In a sense, there are real “neighborhoods,” that you “live” in, and each neighborhood might look and feel entirely different.

Most importantly, each individual server in the fediverse is independently moderated. What kinds of speech, behavior, and content are acceptable on each server is completely determined by that server. There is no central authority to make decisions about what kinds of content are permitted overall.

Moderators on large corporate social networks apply a broad brush towards everyone, frequently disenfranchising marginalized groups of people or indirectly influencing political situations by banning certain kinds of speech. In the mastodon compatible fediverse, you can always find a server that will permit the kinds of content you want to talk about. At worst, you could theoretically create your own with your own rules.

The fediverse having locality means that different social network “neighborhoods” within the fediverse have different kinds of content. In one “neighborhood”, you might see radical folks arguing for violent revolution, but not allowing erotic content. Another “neighborhood” might encourage erotic content but not ban highly charged political content. Another “neighborhood” might be dedicated to free unfettered speech, while another might ban anyone that even remotely engages in bigotry or hate speech.

What's probably the most amazing about this is that servers can exist “in between” these neighborhoods. Even when two servers refuse to talk to one another, you can talk to them both so long as you don't run afoul of their rules of who they will and won't talk to. Perhaps you're a server dedicated to open source conversation and don't want to get involved in political arguments. Your users could theoretically follow users from servers dedicated to leftist dialogue as well as conservative dialogue, despite those two servers perhaps blocking one another.

Locality allows every server in the fediverse to make its own decisions about who it wants to interact with, instead of requiring everyone to adhere to a single arbitrary set of rules provided from on high.

Note

I've used the term server and social network interchangeable above. Outside of this post, people sometimes refer to these as instances. I am referring to the independent social networks that are created when a user runs their own social network software. In other words, a single mastodon server is its own independent social network interoperable with other social networks that run compatible software.

 
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from Bird Droppings

Seeing Jack on twitter talking to Trump about how to improve the degree of civil discourse on their platform strikes me as utterly absurd. Asking the person who is one of the least civil members of your platform for advice on how to improve civility is like asking the wolf that keeps eating your sheep how to do a better job protecting the sheep.

That said, I think I understand what Jack is trying to do, and to some degree I do applaud him for trying. But he's going about it all wrong.

My feelings on civility

I'm a huge fan of civility, respect, and mutual discussion. I myself have talked to conservatives to have difficult conversations about how to respect their beliefs better. I think it's really important to be able to have those kinds of conversations with people with whom you disagree.

However

I think one of the things that's missing from the conversation about civility is the conversation about ground rules FOR those civil conversations. Basically, a conversation can only be civil if all participants in that conversation agree to rules on how that conversation is going to go. And I think it is here that we are seeing problems in the state of modern discourse online and elsewhere.

Well, Actually and other forms of “rational debate”

In the atheism/skeptic communities I sometimes associated with, I sometimes see this attitude of “I am always open for rational debate” with folks. The idea seems to be that they are open to discuss any subject at any time. I think the reality of this is that they are not actually open to any subject at any time, but any reasonable subject at any reasonable time, where “reasonable” is an unspoken set of expectations they have of the ground rules for the conversation.

If I woke you up at 3 in the morning to debate whether or not the concept of ownership extends to the house you're living in and how I think I should have it instead of you, you might have a problem with that discussion. This is uncivil because it wildly breaks the ground rules of civil conversation you generally expect.

Where civility actually comes from

Real civility, in my opinion, comes from a place of mutual respect for one another's boundaries and limitations. It arises from establishing explicit ground rules for a conversation, and editing those ground rules as the conversation continues and new boundaries and limits are realized.

Ground rules change between different people and different contexts, as well as different days. When I've gone to schools and taught my “Trans 101” discussion, I'm perfectly willing to entertain and discuss really sensitive parts of my identity and even to some degree the validity of my experiences and the experiences of other trans people. That's something specific to that context, though, and outside of that context, those discussions are off limits. I get to choose when I'm open to those conversations, not others.

Ground rules enables everyone to have control in the conversation. Everyone gets to consent to it. If any party doesn't agree to those ground rules, then we don't have that conversation. THAT is a lack of respect and civility, when we don't permit others to set the terms of conversations that we would like to have with them.

This is why jumping into someone's mentions to “well, actually” them or start debating them is absurd. When the discussion is CLEARLY violating the ground rules of the people you're trying to talk to, continuing to push that conversation is a violation of civility. Not wanting to have a conversation on a particular subject at a particular time is not unreasonable or “irrational” of a person. It's good and healthy boundaries. It's good ground rules for conversations.

To this end, that's why a person wanting to have a “civil debate” about whether or not trans people are legitimate is going to find themselves yelled at and shouted at. It's not because of a “difference of opinion.” It's because they are not agreeing to a set of ground rules with the trans people they are trying to communicate with.

When civility is inappropriate

There's another layer to this. Civility is nice and all, and I very strongly appreciate it and hope to foster it in more and more of my interactions. But sometimes, civility is completely inappropriate.

When someone with power uses that power to harm you or others, it is reasonable to break the rules of civility to resist or fight back. I would even go so far as to say it is more than reasonable, but frequently necessary and vital for fighting back against that harm.

Civility pushed for by people already in power, using the ground rules they alone have established, is not a call for civility but a call for subjugation and a refusal to respect their own ground rules for conversation. It is precisely the opposite of civil discourse to engage in discussion that others do not wish to have.

Conversely, when those that are not in power fight back against power, they are not beholden to the rules of civil discourse, because civility has already been removed from the table. You have no obligation to be polite to a person that is threatening to harm you.

 
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