from elaisted.com

Edging is a generally considered to be a masturbation technique used by men to achieve the “ultimate orgasm.” To edge, a man will bring himself close to orgasm, then deny himself over and over again, before finally allowing himself release. This is said to result in a much better orgasm than if a man were to climax the first time he feels able.

Men do not actually corner the market on edging, and edging is not only used during masturbation.

In BDSM, edging is a method of controlling a submissive by driving them into sexual frustration. The top will bring the bottom to the brink of orgasm through intercourse or manual stimulation (with or without a sex toy), then deny the bottom climax.

Some people believe that this form of sexual control increases a bottom’s submissive nature, and it makes sense. Exerting control over a bottom’s orgasm can cause the bottom to exhibit behaviors they know will please the top in order to receive the reward of getting off.

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found here: Profeminist

So yesterday, I had the last part of my cleaning. I was supposed to get some fillings, too, but I rescheduled those because PMS is an ugly monster and I don’t want to go to jail for shoving a drill up my dentist’s ass.

That’s literally the only thing that gets to me about going to the dentist, now that I’ve been going about once a week. The drill. That shit is annoying. It rattles my whole head, and it whines like a bitch in heat, and even when I’m not so enraged about nothing because my hormones are out of control and my uterus is trying to kill me, I want to shout, “Hey, bitch! Could you get on with it, already? That shit’s fucking annoying!”

It’s great motivation for taking damn good care of my teeth, though. I’ll do just about anything to avoid having drills in my mouth again after my final filling appointment.

When we get there, there’s a lady holding her child (biologically female) on her hip, and keeping an eye on her friend’s infant (biologically male). The infant sneezes, and his blue pacifier pops out of his mouth. The child suddenly realizes she doesn’t have her pink pacifier, so she reaches into the stroller to take the infant’s.

Mom takes the infant’s pacifier from the child and says, “No, that’s his pacifier. Blue is for boys. It’s a boy color. Here’s your pacifier. It’s pink. Pink is for girls.”

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I wanted to say something, but it’s not my business. They’re not my children. It’s not my place to school a stranger at the dentist on how she raises her child.

But, man. I really wanted to.

What would you have done?

Edited to add:

And then this happened: This boy with a doll told off a judgemental toy shop customer with just four words.

Isn’t it funny how the gender police are not at all worried about telling people how to care for their children?