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tilphil · 8 months
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Sleeping shackled and chained is a bit of an acquired taste but it is also a very amazing feeling of total surrender and obedience.
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theevilqueen69 · 5 months
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“Wait. When I was here yesterday…”
“Yes. It will stay just like this most of the time.”
“Day and night?”
“24/7”
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bfpnola · 2 months
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linecrosser · 6 months
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Whumptober 2023 - Day 20 - Dehumanization
Not born into a certain class, maybe even belonging to another species, crossing paths with the wrong people... and just like that your autonomy gets taken away and you get treated like things, like goods to be bartered with, like property without free will.
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Phillis Wheatley
Phillis Wheatley's journey began when she was seized from Senegal/Gambia at the age of seven and brought to Boston as a domestic servant. Despite her circumstances, she displayed exceptional intelligence and was taught to read and write by her owners, the Wheatley family. Her talent for poetry emerged early, and she gained recognition with her published elegy for English evangelist George Whitefield.
Facing obstacles in America, Phillis and the Wheatleys sought a publisher in London, where her collection "Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral" was published in 1773, making her the first African American to publish a book of poetry. Despite her literary success, Phillis faced personal challenges, including the deaths of her benefactors and financial struggles. She married John Peters, a free Black man, but their life together was marked by economic hardship and tragedy.
Throughout her life, Phillis continued to write and express her views on freedom and equality, addressing themes of slavery and injustice in her poetry. Despite facing increasing hardship and poverty, she remained committed to advocating for social justice until her death at the age of 31.
Phillis Wheatley's legacy as a celebrated poet and voice for the oppressed continues to inspire generations, reminding us of the power of literature to illuminate the human experience and advocate for change.
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mysuperiors · 2 months
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Stay down on your knees where you belong.
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misstranci · 5 months
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They should be so lucky... 😈
They never think it's real, until it is.
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tilphil · 6 months
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No steps, but long strides.
Using crutches is a wonderful way of restraining your slave at home. I can get around but not for a second do I forget that I am owned, that I am property, treasured, looked after, safe and secure. It is a nice feeling. At the same time my feet are securely locked yet I can get around with ease and comfort. A pair of handcuffs and I am grounded.
If the feet are to be secured all day, it is useful to use padding. Classic slave shackles with two d-shackles and a bolt allow me to crutch around and to stand but with my feet secured rigid like this there is not even baby steps for me.
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theevilqueen69 · 6 months
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“You can leave it here.”
“?”
“This way yours doesn’t distract you from the auction.”
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wiirocku · 6 months
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1 Corinthians 7:23 (NLT) - God paid a high price for you, so don’t be enslaved by the world.
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Enslaved
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euronymous-files · 4 months
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"Euronymous was the guy who showed me prog. He gave me Klaus Schulze’s Time Winds, Tangerine Dream, all this stuff I liked. It blew my mind, every second listening to those albums. I was 14 or 15 when we would go to his record shop Helvete in Oslo with a packed lunch on the bus. He was a mentor musically and as a guitarist. The single most important thing as a guitarist was his masterclass. He stopped by our house, he had his guitar, I kept asking him all the time how do you get that sound. We were listening to the demos and he decided to take the guitar and show me. Everything good shaped from that."
source: Louder
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“I was lucky to get to know Euronymous, because I was such a small kid. Whatever esoteric, Satanic beliefs he had, he didn’t discuss them with me. All that we had in common was music and guitars. I remember going into his record shop and trying to impress him: ‘Do you have anything extreme?’ He was like, ‘Shut the fuck up! Listen to this!’ and gave me some Norwegian prog.” […] “I found out that Euronymous had been murdered by watching the morning news. It was horrible, but I’m glad that me and Grutle have been through this entire journey together. He had an even closer relationship with Euronymous; since they were [closer to] the same age, they could discuss vinyl collections and women and more grownup stuff. It would’ve been pretty bad if it weren’t for us being a duo and talking about it quite a lot. It was just a couple of years ago that Varg stopped bad-mouthing the people that were ‘on his side’, but there’s no side to be on in his case. It’s devastating because what he created was so unique and now it’s impossible to enjoy it."
source: Metal Hammer
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Marduk on tour with Enslaved
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