Being suicidal doesn't necessarily mean you're holding a gun to your head.

Sometimes, it means smoking a cigarette in the hopes that you’ll get cancer and die. Or jaywalking across the street without looking, because you don’t care if you get hit by a car. Sometimes it means having sex with a stranger, hoping you’ll get an STD and die. Or not sleeping and not eating in the hopes that the exhaustion will kill you. Or even not washing your hands in the hopes that you’ll get sick and die. Sometimes it means being cruel to the people you love or ignoring them, because if they leave you’ll have less reason to go on living. Or not setting your alarm for work, so you’ll get fired and have less of a purpose. Sometimes it means partying hard in the hopes that your liver will fail and you’ll die. Or putting yourself in dangerous and potentially painful situations, so maybe it’ll be the last straw. Being suicidal doesn’t necessarily mean trying to die. A lot of times, it means not putting any effort into living.

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The redhaired man’s ribcage expanded and ebbed in an exhale, and Jeff felt like he was a part of it. Woven in the sinews between the ribs. It didn’t seem to matter to him that an iron-gripped hand lingered near his bound sex. Then he was pulled into the man’s lap, jangly limbs folding to conform on how he was positioned, open trousers slipping lower on his waist. Stocky fingers ran through his mass of dark hair. Appreciative murmurs rumbled from Jeff’s lips as the rough pads rubbed his scalp, soothing some of the ache dealt earlier.

Jeff felt himself lifted up and carried out of the bathroom. Trapped in his regression, he felt… safe in the other’s arms and can’t resist snuggling into the warm hollow generated by his broad, expensively suited chest. The young man’s hands were still bound and his boxers and pants slid lower on his thighs to expose more of him as he was cloistered back to the boss’s office.

In the office, Jeff was placed in the couch. The crimson-headed boss knelt in front of him and Jeff had an uninhibited look at his face. He noticed his ruggedly handsome features, his snake-like green eyes, his trimmed, dark beard, and curtains of sanguine hair framing his face. White scar tissue from multiple abrasions was hidden by his beard and Jeff had a sudden want to touch them. Those were made from repeated occurances, not just a one-time accident. The man stood and walked to his desk and pulled out something. While he was doing that, Jeff realized that his bonds were not painful and were made from a strong, cotton-like material. When the man was in front of him again, Jeff was laid on the couch and held down with one hand. A stab of nervousness entered his conscious but he forced himself to relax. He said he was safe with him, right? He was going to take care of him, right? Jeff’s thighs were parted and the application of fluid gave way to the clenching and unclenching of the small ring of muscle. Jeff whined as those thick fingers chipped away at his resistance and entered him. He cried out as they hit that spot inside that gave him immeasurable bliss. His erection filled until it strained against the ring wrapped around it, tumescent on his porcelain white stomach. His sweet exploration continued. Sky-blue eyes started to cloud over, hitch built upon hitch as he tossed his head from the sensations. Hearing the sound of his name, he managed to look at the man doing this to him. “Who–who are you?” The young man’s legs held open, signifying his partial surrender.

Hearing every sound that came from Jeff sent a joy and pride into King, knowing he was able to please the killer and make him lose his mind, made King feel more powerful- in a weird way. His fingers were moving swiftly up and down and all around, never allowing Jeff to get used to the sensation and always giving him something ‘new’ to experience while doing so. Though King never broke eye contact with Jeff, he was watching as the younger tossed and shivered and trembled underneath him, he wanted to watch and see that he was indeed the one who made Jeff feel like this. 

However, a question occurred about who he was. It was a strange question to ask while all of this was happening, maybe he toyed a bit too much with the youngs mind? Regardless, all King could do was smirk and let out a soft rumbled chuckle. “You should know that” he replied, continuing to move his fingers. Curious to see if Jeff would mention the ring, he looked down at the erection, and then back up to Jeff, as if hinting that he had to ask or else he wouldn’t do anything else. 

“King Massey, founder and owner of this company for 25 years.” he soon replied to the question, there was no denying there was a age gap between the two. With Jeff being in his mid 20′s and King almost being 50.

Squelches and lewd noises drifted up from Jeff’s lower half, making a scattering of colour across the young man’s cheeks. The older man’s eyes never left his body, completely and carefully taking in how he danced to the rhythm of the man’s questing fingers.

Oh, he knew who he was. Knew it before those nicotine-lined lips curled into a smirk and that deep chuckle rumbled into his bones. “Sir…?” Jeff said the address in nary a whisper. Timid, minuscule, but there. He caught the lecherous look at his erection then back up to his gaze, but did not yet get the hint.

Jeff did not say anything nor was he in a position to when the redhair said his name. Thick fingers continued digging inside him until his muscles only gave token clenching. It was better this way. The other one, before, didn’t even say his name. It was all hard hands and pain. Now as his nerves sang for more, Jeff slowly gave his body up to the other’s ministrations.

Keep in mind I’m a cis woman writing this.

So I was debating posting this but I think it needs to be said.

So I’m a student teacher and this week, we started at a new school district. Now I won’t presume to begin to pretend that I know what everyone’s political ideologies are in this school district but keep in mind that it’s in rural New York State and rural New York State tends to run red. Not as red as some other places but definitely not blue and not even really purple. 

Anyway yesterday was my first ever professional development day. So I’m all dressed up, introducing myself to other teachers, and I shake hands with the superintendent who seems like a really nice guy.

And about halfway through the day, he goes up to the front of the theater and he starts talking about the best ways to talk to and help transgender/nonbinary students. It’s the basic things we all learn in our education classes. And you can tell that he’s a bit uncomfortable and so are some of the teachers. And at last, he stops and says, “Folks, I have to be honest. My father is rolling in his grave right now.”

And I’m in the back like, “Oh no.”

And so he pauses again and then he starts implying that he was raised to have a very negative opinion on the transgender community. And he continues to say that he had to unlearn a lot in the past few decades and then he admitted that he still doesn’t get it. He outright admitted that he personally doesn’t understand how someone comes to the conclusion that they’re not their assigned gender. And he admits that of course he doesn’t because he’s never had to go through that.

Another pause.

And then he says, “But I don’t have to get it.”

The theater fills with whispers and then he says [and I’m paraphrasing here], “I don’t have to get it. I don’t even have to agree with it. Because it doesn’t matter what I think or what I feel or what my beliefs are. At the end of the day, the only thing that matters is that I respect that student and I respect their choice.”

And then he reminded the teachers of every single policy that the school district follows from letting any student use their bathroom of choice to changing the students’ names per the students’ requests to not telling the parents anything unless the student gives consent to do so.

And at the end, he brought it back by saying, “My father just rolled in his grave again. But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what you think, it doesn’t matter what you believe, because it’s not about you. It’s about your kids. And you need to love your kids! Love your kids! Love your kids!”

Long story short, this looks like it’s going to be a good placement.

love your kids!! love your kids!!!

‘You don’t have to get it’ is the most important and (apparently) most difficult lesson to learn, alongside ‘this is not about you.’

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Fidgeting:  Healthy Habit or Fad? 

While fidgeting may currently be a fad, it’s serious business for those that suffer with Anxiety, ADD, and ADHD, not to mention some forms of Autism. Occupational therapist, behavioral therapists and teachers are all using fidget devices to improve hand / eye coordination, small muscle development, and concentration for children and adults that need help with fine motor skills.  

My good friend is a therapist that works with children and adults that are dealing with past trauma.  She uses spinners and cubes during therapy sessions to help her clients relax and “play” while talking through difficult memories. The slight distraction allows some of her clients to talk more freely.  

Businesses are allowing employees to “fidget with a purpose” while in meetings and on conference calls. Why?  Because they’ve noticed a difference!  It’s been proven that “mindless fidgeting” occupies a part of your brain that normally disrupts focus.

But wait… that doesn’t make any sense!

Actually, it does.  For those of us that suffer with attention issues, it’s not that we can’t focus, the issue is that we get BORED, so our minds begins to find other ways to amuse itself.  We might make a grocery list or start working on a new design project or planning a birthday party or remember something we should have told our spouse… and these thoughts are much more interesting than the conference call I was supposed to be paying attention to!  Fidget devices are meant to keep that “busy body” part of your brain occupied so that the part that needs to pay attention, can.  

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Hey everyone I just did a search for “Hurt” (which is a song) and Tumblr did it’s ridiculous PSA thing but

something very important I saw was that

they linked to IMAlive as a resource for mental health help, which is based from an anti-LGBT+christian organization that supports conversion therapy

just a PSA to everyone who’s been complaining about Tumblr’s fake ally bullshit this month

@staff @support fucking fix your shit!! this is not okay!!

@feminismandmedia @themixedfeminist @howprolifeofyou @projectqueer and others please signal boost

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