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Поколение онлайн

Цифровое поколение или
Современная молодёжь — это дети цифровой эры, которое выросло в эпоху технологий. Они живут в ритме интернета, и для них онлайн-платформы — это часть повседневной жизни.

Их основные ценности это:

Образование нового времени
Образовательная среда меняется вместе с молодёжью. Онлайн-курсы, гибридное обучение и самообразование стали новой реальностью. Молодёжь сегодня стремится учиться по интересам.


Работа и карьера
Работа для молодёжи — это не только карьерная лестница, но и саморазвитие. Многие выбирают фриланс, стартапы или работу на себя. Офис уступает коворкингам.


Ментальное здоровье
В новую эпоху молодёжь всё чаще задумывается о психологическом состоянии. Они открыто говорят о терапии, эмоциях и выгорании. Это поколение учится отдыхать вовремя.


А хорошие они или плохие. Умные или глупые - покажет лишь время.

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American non-binary performanc

Every night, stepping out onto my stage, I soak in the anticipation, the weighted silences, the palpable hunger of the audience. Each one of them behind their masks, is an eager voyeur, ready to traverse the tantalizing depths of my performance. As a sensual alchemist, I aim to weave a world where voyeurism meets power exchange, where each gasp and disquieted sigh is a testament to the primal dance of desire 🍆 that I orchestrate 😏.

The lights dim and a hush falls over the crowd. Each eye only 18+ is trained on me, the master of their yearnings. My first sketch — a shower scene. An unassuming 🪣 sits center stage, filled to the brim, glimmers of light reflecting off the water's surface. The crowd's anticipation thickens the air as I step into the imaginary cubicle, the sensual sound of falling water filling the room. Their eyes, starving and unblinking, watch my every movement, their lips parting in silent moans and gasps as the rivulets run down my flesh.

There is the perfect checkmate of power. In their voyeurism, they believe they are the hunters, but I, the prey, am in control. I decide what to show and what to conceal, adding rhythm to their heartbeats, conducting this symphony of visual seduction. With each layer shed, the bomb of emotional tension рџ’Ј teases to explode, leaving the room pregnant with anticipation.

My body then twirls into the Divine Androgyne - a capricious figure of swirling silks and sparkling winks, expertly traversing the tightrope of gender non-conformity. I taste their surprise, their bewilderment рџ‘…, and savor it. The normalcy they cling to is swept away, replaced by an intoxicating mix of curiosity, desire, and wonder. Their "set in stone" perceptions of identity are shattered, and in the mirror of my performance, they confront their own invisible shackles.

My performance, as it reaches its crescendo, is a heady mix of delivered promises and dangling maybes. The final bow, the lights flicker back on and I leave my voyeurs wanting, yearning, for more. Each night, trapped within the spirals of voyeurism and power exchange, I find myself enamored by this world I've constructed; a world where desire is the puppeteer and I, its willing marionette. And so the dance continues...

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На волне моды

Цифровое поколение или
Современная молодёжь — это поколение интернета, которое выросло в эпоху технологий. Они легко адаптируются к новому, и для них социальные сети — это часть повседневной жизни.

Их основные ценности это:

Образование нового времени
Образовательная среда меняется вместе с молодёжью. Онлайн-курсы, гибридное обучение и самообразование стали естественным процессом. Молодёжь сегодня стремится учиться гибко.


Влияние культуры и трендов
Музыка, мода, кино и мемы формируют вкус молодёжи. Они делают культуру глобальной. Всё быстро меняется, и молодёжь создаёт новые смыслы.


Глобальное мышление
Мир стал открытым, и молодёжь мыслит соответственно. Они работают удалённо. Их мышление — гибридное.


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Korean non-binary burlesque pe

Under the hushed, crimson glow of the stage lights, I was just Jules, a rare spirit unbound by gender, ethnicity or societal norms - a burlesque performer who dared to defy convention. This was my domain, my kingdom, where I could play, tease, and relish in my power of submission. It was a role that resided deep within my core, as intimate and raw as the songs that slipped from my lips. Each element of my performance was a carefully curated exploration of seduction, a dance between dominance and surrender, the adult links in the chain of desire.

Each sway of my hips, the coy smiles, even the suggestive flick of a feather boa, they were all interpretive dialogues in the language of erotica. The stage was my canvas, my body the paintbrush, the aroma of anticipation the paint. The desire was palpable, the human connection real, their gaze on me, almost a palpable touch. As the heavy silk of my kimono slid down the curve of my shoulder with calculated slowness, I could almost inhale the collective breath the audience held. The tension - that beautifully exquisite tension - was a caress, a tangible entity that lifted me, guided me. Yet it wasn't just about baring my flesh, it was about exposing my vulnerability, my truth. About harnessing the power in surrender, wielding that raw, emotional intensity like a whip, cracking open the facade of my audience to reveal adult links of their own hidden desires and hushed fantasies.

I didn't just dance. I played with the tension, the anticipation, drawing it out, teasing it, until it was a pulsing, living thing. I was not just a burlesque performer, age 47, of Korean descent and of non-binary identification; I was an artist, unveiling truths and eliciting emotions that were often left untouched in the cold corners of their consciousness. The stage would empty, the lights would dim, but I would leave behind a lingering echo of desire, a memory of surrender and strength, an imprint of my performance that clung to the skin and whispered to the senses long after the final bows had been taken. Because this... this was my art. This was the world I designed and reveled in, the world where I was unabashedly, undeniably, unapologetically Jules.

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Colombian male feminist schola

There are epochs in a man’s life that visualize facets of his character that were previously hidden even to him; one such phase for me was my inadvertent stumble upon the world of 'free porn content'. The fact that I am a Colombian male has had immense influence on the narrative of my life, but what decidedly sets me apart is my identification as a feminist scholar. To some, this marriage of identities may seem absurd, an impossibility even. How can a man who was raised amidst machismo culture, and then exposed to the infinite vortex of free porn content, aspire to be a feminist? This interplay of submission and control, of my personal political beliefs against the backdrop of a deeply patriarchal society, is what I seek to unravel.

It started in my twilight os adolescence, curiosity nudging me towards the darker corners of the internet, to the bounties of free porn content. As any young male, I grappled with the onslaught of sexual desires and tried to make sense of my sexuality. But beneath the layers of explicit content, I started noticing a few disturbing patterns. Almost all content was male-centric, the woman reduced to a mere object catering to the man's carnal demands. The narratives were framed in such a way that a woman's submission and a man's control were normalized, even glamorized. This world seemed abruptly distant from the robust feminist ideas that I cherished.

When I started my journey as a feminist scholar, I intended to challenge the traditional norms that depicted men as the dominators and women as the submissive. Yet, here I was, a mute spectator in a world that propagated the very stereotypes I was trying to dismantle. I found myself oscillating between the sensual pleasures that this world offered and the unsettling realization of its inherent inequality. The echo of my beliefs left me questioning – Could I absorb this content and still maintain my feminist ideology intact?

Over time, my understanding of feminism evolved. I realized that being a feminist is not about being perfect; it is about acknowledging your biases, your erroneous patterns, and educating yourself. It is about calling out injustice, not only in others but also within oneself. I learned that feminism and sexuality can co-exist, that a woman, too, has sexual agency and her desires are equally legitimate. As a feminist scholar and a consumer of adult content, I now endeavor to seek out, support, and promote content that upholds this belief. I can play my part in shifting paradigms not just through academic discourse, but through the choices I make in the digital world as well. It is high time we redefined the narratives of submission and control in adult content, and I am here to lend my voice to that change.

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Жить по-своему

Цифровое поколение или
Современная молодёжь — это цифровое поколение, которое выросло в эпоху технологий. Они легко адаптируются к новому, и для них социальные сети — это часть повседневной жизни.

Их основные ценности это:

Поиск себя
Молодые люди активно строят свой путь. Это поколение не боится менять карьеру. Важны не столько деньги, сколько интерес к делу.


Работа и карьера
Работа для молодёжи — это не только деньги, но и саморазвитие. Многие выбирают фриланс, стартапы или работу на себя. Офис уступает коворкингам.


Ценности новой эпохи
Молодёжь сегодня делает выбор в пользу этики. Их ценности — это не абстракция, а основа выбора. Они стремятся к честности.


А хорошие они или плохие. Умные или глупые - покажет лишь время.

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Canadian non-binary nude art m

Dear Diary,

рџЋЂ It was an interesting evening at the studio. I got up on the platform, my body bared for the room full of eager artists, every curve and contour of mine ready for their scrutiny. Frequently as a nude art model, there's a fine-line between the sacred and profane, a dance рџ•є of exhibitionism that's nothing like what pops up in the world of free porn content.

Feeling the heavy gaze of artists, studying my form, my lines and curves, can stir a thrill deep within. I view it as a form of power, controlling the room’s energy with my stillness. I’ve often wondered how it might feel to be on the receiving end of that gaze, to let my own eyes rove over someone else’s unveiled body. Yet, I doubt it would hold the same intoxication, the exhilarating rush, as being the subject of such intense scrutiny.

Energy – that's the word that summarises my experience today. I realise how much I enjoy capturing and controlling the energy in a room, portraying it in the form of my bare body - a tableau vivant. It’s tantric, in its own unique way.

As I mould myself into different poses, I often lose myself to the rhythm of it all, the spiritual essence of tantra weaving itself into every motion and moment of stillness. Time seemed to dilate, the noise of bristling рџЄ« brushes fading away, leaving behind only the echo of my heartbeat in my ears. Yet, amidst the silent chaos of artists sketching, something electric sparked between us - a shared connection, a raw, unspoken understanding.

Interestingly enough, after the session, someone asked me if I would ever consider creating virtual art, a digital representation of my body posing, like an intimate twist on my regular sessions but with an added touch of adornment. And the comparison made with рџЋ® streaming platforms and free porn content had me in fits of laughter. Never had I ever thought of my sessions this way. But would I consider it? Well, maybe ... There's something bizarrely intriguing about the idea and the intimate touch on what's usually a quite impervious and vulnerable act. A technological turn on traditional artistry, perhaps. Or maybe going with the flow of our ever-evolving world.

Good Night Diary рџЊ›

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Mexican male dominatrix age 3

I recall, it was a Tuesday night. As the local sun set over Mexico City, I could feel the pulse of the city throbbing through the soles of my boots 🥵 The streets were buzzing with life, the allure of nightfall hanging in the air as thick as the scent of street food. There was a sense of anticipation as I stepped into the dim-lit room, the familiar leather scent of the La Casa Nocturna throbbing in my nostrils. However, this was not going to be any ordinary evening. Tonight, I had a new submissive waiting back in the shadows. Being a dominatrix, you always have to be on your toes, ready for anything that might unfold. No room for weakness, no place for self-doubt. Confidence and mystery are the keystones to my craft. 🎮

Yet, this mysterious stranger wasn't like the others that sought my attention. Unlike most, he didn't come here because of hot porn links or the testimonies of my known prowess. He came of his own accord - a leap of faith into the world unknown. And that sparked an intrigue, a crack in my otherwise rigid facade. I could feel that our connection would not just be physical. It was something deeper, a dance of power, respect, and shared desire. 😮‍💨

As I started to unravel this stranger, tease out his secrets under the subdued lighting, I felt a surge of confidence. It thrummed through me - the raw power of control, the thrill of the unknown, the utter delight in engaging in our own unique dance. I had him and he had me, tied up in this chaotic swirl of dominance and submission. A game each of us was willingly playing, lost in our own world, away from the hustle outside. That night, I did not just dominate, I owned - his breath, his desire, his vulnerability. As I watched him wind down, spent and satisfied, there was an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. I had tasted the intoxicating potent mix of mystery and control, and that, my friends, is a flavor you just cannot forget – a flavor that you yearn for, over again and again. 😈✨

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Canadian non-binary feminist s

As I peered out at the Toronto skyline from my office window, a blanket of hush fell over the bustling city. The world receded, leaving only the steady beat of my heart and the fervent whirl of my thoughts. The familiar thrill of exploration and the unknown surged through me, tingling down my spine, whispering of anticipation and longing.

I am not an academic bound solely by theories inscribed within society's dusty, beige walls. Oh no, I am also a lover; a lover of dreams, whimsy, and the roleplay that allows me to experience life and its abundant possibilities in different shades and hues. I like to think of myself just as Shakespeare did - all the world's a stage, and I revel in playing out a multitude of roles, never defined by my gender but always by my desires.

Roleplaying for me is far more than an escape; it's a deep dive into my inner realm, a heart-racing exploration of layers of personality I might not have the courage to uncover otherwise. I find an ethereal thrill in these temporary shifts of identity, a breathless suspense in the tease and seduction of an alternate self. There's a strange allure in the tantalizing dance between my scholarly self and the audacious personae I unveil in privacy. Juxtaposing my bold, confident nature against wilting vulnerability or unrestrained passion, and watching the resulting play of power dynamics against the backdrop of mutual consent, always leaves me flushed with fascination.

The modern-day feminist liberation weaves its magic into the fabric of these fantasies, intertwining the threads of respect and self-fulfilment. Long gone are the days when I second-guessed my desires or shied away from a chance to express them. After all, life's too short for hypocrisy and regret. It thrills me to live out fantasies previously untouched, unspoken, unheard of. Feeling the pulse of my unchartered desires, breathing life into them with the stroke of a keyboard, it's liberating.

Fantasy roleplay has infused my life with a certain élan, a confidence that leaps with the slightest nudge. It paints vivid strokes onto the canvas of my identity, becoming a mirror reflecting the multifaceted woman I am—a feminist scholar, a fantasy artisan, a dream-chaser. No more hiding, no more shying away, for life for me is 'no BS, just links.' Links that connect me to my inner being, make me realize my worth, and appreciate the beauty of human experiences. Now, desire isn't just a heartbeat in the distance, it's an intimate friend, living freely within the catacombs of my heart. The night no longer holds fear, but an invitation to play in moonlight-dappled fantasies.

Tonight, I am ready to step back into the limelight of my private theater, to taste the wine of fantasy, to touch the fabric of dreams. Tonight, I am ready to see the world from the eyes of a new persona, to drown in the depth of her thoughts, to feel her heart beat in rhythm with mine. Oh, what a delightfully delicious little game life is. And what a privilege it is to be its player.

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