Fairy Tales = Subs = Abuse

[snowy ciara]

Very cool. The PC terms crack me up sometimes. If I wore a PC label I'd be "female bi-sexual submissive masochosistic scottish, but not orange protestant of anglo, moorish and aboriginal descent." and the name would be longer than I am tall. It won't fit on my driver's license either.

 

[Marquis]

That's NOTHING compared to how complex mine would be. I won't even take the time to write it out as a joke.

 

[graceanne]

You can get the African American barbies here, and sometimes brunettes. Try buying the Japanese or Asian ones for under 40 bucks, though. I've heard rumours of a Native American one, but never seen one. The brunettes look kind of sort of like Barbie goes Goth, though. You've still got the fair skinned blond thing going on. Just with a bad dye job. Now if they just had realistic proportions.

Not to be nit-picky, but being nit-picky . . .

some brunettes have very pale skin. It happens.

 

[RisiaSkye]

It's good research, though it's not precisely *news* to anyone, is it?

And a side note regarding Barbie, et al: I agree that unrealistic proportions (though somewhat improved in recent years) and Mattel's tremendously limited range of cultural and phenotypic incarnations for her make Barbie a very confining standard of beauty for young people.

I would add that there is also a flip side--growing up in the near image *of* Barbie tends to beget certain expectations that one be similar to her--plastic, shallow, empty. She has not helped overturn dumb-blonde, gold-digger girl, or other stereotypes, either. And not because she was modeled after a hooker, though perhaps because we think it appropriate to encourage our daughters to aspire to resemble one.

Then again, I hate Barbie.
And I think fairy tales are full of shit.


RS

 

[TaintedB]

Thanks, and I enjoyed your twisted fairy tale. How long ago did you write that? (just curious)

Glad you liked it. I always start out trying to write serious porn and occasionally I even succeed. But usually it degenerates into something like the above.

When did I write it? Billions and billions...

So long ago, actually, that I don't like thinking about it because I thought I was really old back then. So now, therefore...

 

[TaintedB]

Tainted B, I am not an American, and I don't assume everyone is.

Two letters: jk. But it wasn't aimed at you, so I can dig your not getting it.

I'm surprised at all the comments the Barbie issue is getting. Pretty strong topic of discussion! But I'm old and jaded and saw the Barbie thing talked out several decades ago. Um, I suppose this wouldn't be the appropriate place to mention that I have a really strong and enthusiastic bimbo fetish?

 

[arctic-stranger]

Two letters: jk. But it wasn't aimed at you, so I can dig your not getting it.

I'm surprised at all the comments the Barbie issue is getting. Pretty strong topic of discussion! But I'm old and jaded and saw the Barbie thing talked out several decades ago. Um, I suppose this wouldn't be the appropriate place to mention that I have a really strong and enthusiastic bimbo fetish?

Ok, this is what i want to know...if barbie is such an ideal of some weird kind of beauty, why are more guys playing with them....? I was sneaking looks at my dad's playboys, but not at my friends barbies....i knew they were plastic wanna be's....Now Miss December, on the other hand....

 

[Killishandra]

Ok, this is what i want to know...if barbie is such an ideal of some weird kind of beauty, why are more guys playing with them....? I was sneaking looks at my dad's playboys, but not at my friends barbies....i knew they were plastic wanna be's....Now Miss December, on the other hand....

Miss December was also a plastic wannabe!

At least, most of the "Miss Decembers" I've seen.

 

[ShyGuy68]

I for one are a fan of women who haven't had any plastic surgery done, to look "better" in their own opinion. Though I can understand why some women chooses to get their breasts reduced if they are causing back trouble.

Me liking natural women, are also the reason that I like to see amateur pics of women here on lit.

 

[arctic-stranger]

Miss December was also a plastic wannabe!

At least, most of the "Miss Decembers" I've seen.

Well, yeah, but she is plastic under all the good parts.

 

[Netzach]

I had a few Barbies and rather than feeling inadequate because I'm not a shiksa with 38 DD's and blue eyes I just recall tying her up and hanging her from a noose and making her fuck skipper in light of the fact that I never had Ken.

Nature, nurture, whichever.

 

[Marquis]

I don't think my sister will ever forgive me for the torture I put her Barbies through.

 

[bridgeburner]

I had a few Barbies and rather than feeling inadequate because I'm not a shiksa with 38 DD's and blue eyes I just recall tying her up and hanging her from a noose and making her fuck skipper in light of the fact that I never had Ken.

Nature, nurture, whichever.

How do I adore you? Let me count the ways!!

-B

 

[Quint]

I had a few Barbies and rather than feeling inadequate because I'm not a shiksa with 38 DD's and blue eyes I just recall tying her up and hanging her from a noose and making her fuck skipper in light of the fact that I never had Ken.

Nature, nurture, whichever.

I whipped my My Little Ponies.

 

[TaintedB]

I whipped my My Little Ponies.

The poor little My Little Ponies?!? Man, we've got some mean people in here.

An old boyfriend of mine once told me that when he was young he and his friends collected some barbies and burned them. They said they were having a Barbie-Q. They really did it too, I didn't make this up just to get in that punchline.

 

[TaintedB]

And I think fairy tales are full of shit.


RS

Everything essential about life that I know I learned from fairytales and folktales. The sexism stuff is fairly superficial to me, given the astounding treasures these things yeild.

 

[graceanne]

I had a few Barbies and rather than feeling inadequate because I'm not a shiksa with 38 DD's and blue eyes I just recall tying her up and hanging her from a noose and making her fuck skipper in light of the fact that I never had Ken.

Nature, nurture, whichever.

LOL I tied my barbies up and pretended that they were being kidnapped, and all that. And to tell the truth, I wouldn't want to look like Barbie, it's way too . . . normal. I prefer having black hair and pail skin. I also like being on the short side. Not that Iw ouldn't mind being just a couple of inches taller, 5 feet tall is just a pain in the ass. I also wouldn't want to be model thin. And frankly, boob size, I have barbie beat.

 

[Marquis]

The poor little My Little Ponies?!? Man, we've got some mean people in here.

An old boyfriend of mine once told me that when he was young he and his friends collected some barbies and burned them. They said they were having a Barbie-Q. They really did it too, I didn't make this up just to get in that punchline.

How do you know he didn't?

 

[ammre]

But go back, and remember that this was a time when 13 year old girls married. (Juliet was just 14) and that tragedy of this kind was often an essential part of romance tales (Tristan und Isolde, anyone?) and then throw in the language...ahhhhhh.

but tristan and Isolde get to talk to eachother through the fence a ton. Romeo jsut got off a bad breakup with someone he thought he loved and BAM juliet is the love of his life. I think they're melodramatic idiots. And i've read it and seen it acted in a multitude of ways. they get whinier every time.


i like the grimm fairy tales.

 

[ammre]

i chewed on my barbie's feet.. something about the soft rubber and the little hole they had in the bottom of them, i could bite with my front bottom teeth perfectly, and it felt nice.

 

[ammre]

Um, Gracie? You've not read the original Sleeping Beauty. In the original German tale that the Brothers Grim are reputed to have used for their source material, he fucked her. Yup, hacked his way through the thorn bushes and whatnot, climbed the tower, cut off her clothes and raped a senseless female. Just what I want my kiddos to look forward to.

Can you find that original tale, i'd be curious to see it...

the translated grimm fairy tale is located here under "little briar-rose" number 50

 

[TaintedB]

How do you know he didn't?

12 years with that one. And he was an open book anyway.

 

[TaintedB]

but tristan and Isolde get to talk to eachother through the fence a ton. Romeo jsut got off a bad breakup with someone he thought he loved and BAM juliet is the love of his life. I think they're melodramatic idiots. And i've read it and seen it acted in a multitude of ways. they get whinier every time.

We're back on R&J again? Good. Like a lot of themes in "classic or what is generally recognized as great literature, I think that the people this play resounds with are people who have gone through something similar. Not identical, as that particular situation is pretty improbable, but in the same general category. They are the only ones who are going to really get it and be profoundly moved by the play.

I go back sometimes after many years have passed and read old classic stories that I didn't think were very good when I first read them, and suddenly they seem brilliant to me because I've now had the experiences that the novels talk about and I can finally see the sometimes-incredible art of portraying them that the author has exercised. It's fun to do this as years go by, and it's taught me to take the really good authors, like Shakespeare, "at their word" when they describe some emotional or even physical event that I haven't yet experienced and so think is rather unlikely.

 

[graceanne]

Ok, here's my own twisted fairy tale. I wrote it last year.

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Hi, my name is Cinderella. You all might have heard of me. I’m the woman who slaved for her wicked stepmother and her two ugly daughters. Then I married Prince Charming, and we moved to his castle in the sky were we lived Happily Ever After. Some of you might have thought that was the end of the story, but it’s not. Here’s the truth of what happened.
When I first met Prince Charming (his first name is Phil), I found him to be charming (duh), romantic, and well mannered. I figured that we would live together and be extremely happy. I would keep house, and he would go to work. When he came home we’d spend time with our children, and then we would go to bed, and have make sweet love. Hah! Was I wrong.
My first inkling to how deluded I was was on our way to his castle. Phil suddenly became cold and distant. I’d spent enough time as the slave to know that that meant I had done something wrong. So I asked him.
“Phil, are you angry with me?” All I got for my effort was a cold stare. I sat there in the corner of the horse drawn carriage for a few minutes. Finally I could stand it no longer, and I began to plead for him to tell me what I’d done. Finally he turned his cold eyes on me, and reached out to grab my face, his hands punishingly tight on my face.
“Shut up, Cindy.” he ordered. “You got what you wanted, a Prince in a castle, but I haven’t gotten anything in return.” He let out a short sarcastic snort at my look of confusion. “Oh, come on, Cindy. Nothing’s free in this world. You’re going to have to work for the privilege of being married to me.” The next thing I knew, he’d unbuttoned his breeches, and his thingie was waving at me. I blushed at the sight of it. It was ugly! Wrinkly, pink, and it stood up from his body. Phil took me by my face, and brought me down to his crotch.
“Phil?” I asked, confused.
“Suck it, Cindy,” he ordered. Shocked and grossed out, I shook my head and pulled back, yanking my face out his hands. Phil reached out and grabbed my arm, holding me there.
“Phil.” I whimpered. “You’re hurting my arm.” Phil curled his lip, and gave me a little shake.
“I’ll hurt more than your arm, you little tease, if you don’t get down there and blow me now.” I looked in his eyes, and quailed at what I saw there. I knew he wasn’t joking, so tentavily I put my face down, and licked his thingie.
“Put it in your mouth, bitch.” he ordered. Cringing I sucked it in, surprised when it seemed to swell and grow harder under my tongue. I ran my tongue over it, and was rewarded with a groan from Phil. Phil put his hand down, and wrapped a handful of my hair around his fist, and pushed my head down on his thingie, until it was at the back of my throat. I gagged, and coughed, but he ignored me, forcing me to keep my head down. “If you puke on me, bitch, I’ll beat you within an inch of your life.” After a while, I could feel the muscles in the back of my throat relax, and my stomach settled. Phil began moving my head up and down on his thingie, warning me to keep sucking.
“I’m going to cum now. You’ll swallow all of it, or else,” he threatened. I had no idea what he was talking about but then I found out. Slimy, salty cum started squirting out of his thingie, hitting the back of my throat. I forced myself to swallow it, afraid of what he’d do if I made a mess of his breeches. Finally his thingie lay limp in my mouth, and his hand let go of my hair. I sat up, and wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand. Phil just sneered at me, and buttoned up his pants. “You’ve got a lot to learn about sucking a cock, Cindy.” I blushed scarlet, embarrassed at what he’d just forced me to do. I tried to straiten out my hair, but at that moment we pulled up to the castle, and Phil dragged me out of the carriage to meet all his servants. They all stared at me knowingly, and I blushed even redder, knowing that they knew what I’d just done. I hung my head while Phil introduced me.
“This is my new wife, Cinderella,” he said, once again the wonderful man I’d married. Phil slipped a strong arm around my waist, and cruelly pinched my waist. “Smile, Cindy,” he warned me between teeth. “Remember, this is Happily Ever After.”

 

[Marquis]

Ok, here's my own twisted fairy tale. I wrote it last year.

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Hi, my name is Cinderella. You all might have heard of me. I’m the woman who slaved for her wicked stepmother and her two ugly daughters. Then I married Prince Charming, and we moved to his castle in the sky were we lived Happily Ever After. Some of you might have thought that was the end of the story, but it’s not. Here’s the truth of what happened.
When I first met Prince Charming (his first name is Phil), I found him to be charming (duh), romantic, and well mannered. I figured that we would live together and be extremely happy. I would keep house, and he would go to work. When he came home we’d spend time with our children, and then we would go to bed, and have make sweet love. Hah! Was I wrong.
My first inkling to how deluded I was was on our way to his castle. Phil suddenly became cold and distant. I’d spent enough time as the slave to know that that meant I had done something wrong. So I asked him.
“Phil, are you angry with me?” All I got for my effort was a cold stare. I sat there in the corner of the horse drawn carriage for a few minutes. Finally I could stand it no longer, and I began to plead for him to tell me what I’d done. Finally he turned his cold eyes on me, and reached out to grab my face, his hands punishingly tight on my face.
“Shut up, Cindy.” he ordered. “You got what you wanted, a Prince in a castle, but I haven’t gotten anything in return.” He let out a short sarcastic snort at my look of confusion. “Oh, come on, Cindy. Nothing’s free in this world. You’re going to have to work for the privilege of being married to me.” The next thing I knew, he’d unbuttoned his breeches, and his thingie was waving at me. I blushed at the sight of it. It was ugly! Wrinkly, pink, and it stood up from his body. Phil took me by my face, and brought me down to his crotch.
“Phil?” I asked, confused.
“Suck it, Cindy,” he ordered. Shocked and grossed out, I shook my head and pulled back, yanking my face out his hands. Phil reached out and grabbed my arm, holding me there.
“Phil.” I whimpered. “You’re hurting my arm.” Phil curled his lip, and gave me a little shake.
“I’ll hurt more than your arm, you little tease, if you don’t get down there and blow me now.” I looked in his eyes, and quailed at what I saw there. I knew he wasn’t joking, so tentavily I put my face down, and licked his thingie.
“Put it in your mouth, bitch.” he ordered. Cringing I sucked it in, surprised when it seemed to swell and grow harder under my tongue. I ran my tongue over it, and was rewarded with a groan from Phil. Phil put his hand down, and wrapped a handful of my hair around his fist, and pushed my head down on his thingie, until it was at the back of my throat. I gagged, and coughed, but he ignored me, forcing me to keep my head down. “If you puke on me, bitch, I’ll beat you within an inch of your life.” After a while, I could feel the muscles in the back of my throat relax, and my stomach settled. Phil began moving my head up and down on his thingie, warning me to keep sucking.
“I’m going to cum now. You’ll swallow all of it, or else,” he threatened. I had no idea what he was talking about but then I found out. Slimy, salty cum started squirting out of his thingie, hitting the back of my throat. I forced myself to swallow it, afraid of what he’d do if I made a mess of his breeches. Finally his thingie lay limp in my mouth, and his hand let go of my hair. I sat up, and wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand. Phil just sneered at me, and buttoned up his pants. “You’ve got a lot to learn about sucking a cock, Cindy.” I blushed scarlet, embarrassed at what he’d just forced me to do. I tried to straiten out my hair, but at that moment we pulled up to the castle, and Phil dragged me out of the carriage to meet all his servants. They all stared at me knowingly, and I blushed even redder, knowing that they knew what I’d just done. I hung my head while Phil introduced me.
“This is my new wife, Cinderella,” he said, once again the wonderful man I’d married. Phil slipped a strong arm around my waist, and cruelly pinched my waist. “Smile, Cindy,” he warned me between teeth. “Remember, this is Happily Ever After.”

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