DISCOURSE BELOW
Imma say a thing that has bugged me for a while now! We all know how some people don’t understand how vore can be non-sexual. I know I’ve gotten harassed about it before. But… for some reason, no-one attacks G/t in the same way? Let me be clear, I LOVE G/t AND WOULD NEVER WANT PEOPLE TO BE HARASSED ABOUT IT EVER AT ALL!! But it does bother me that the people who claim vore is 100% sexual are so hypocritical when it comes to G/t. Not at all that G/t peeps are the perpetrators. Just that non Gt/vore fans see (nonsexual) G/t content and are like AWW cute! I can totally see how that’s innocent. But they see vore, and they’re like THAT’S OBVIOSULY PORN. Despite the fact that BOTH genres 1) have a massive and somewhat notorious fetish base as well as a growing non-sexual base (as in, both COULD be accused of “some people see it as a fetish so all art of it is fap material!!” silliness), 2) involve body parts that have NO sexual purpose whatsoever (hands/mouths/stomachs/etc. And ANY part of the body can be a subject of someone’s fetish. That doesn’t mean it’s a sexual body part), 3) both have the potential for wonderfully emotionally complex stories and interactions, and 4) both show up regularly as tropes in non-sexual media, MOST often even in kids media!
TLDR;
Both G/t and vore: have both sexual and non-sexual communities, involve non-sexual body part interaction, have complex emotional and storytelling potential, and show up regularly in popular non-sexual media (especially children’s media).
And yet, non-sexual vore is widely attacked, and deemed as purely fetish material no matter the content, intent, or context.
(Also again, as a fellow G/t fan. This is NOT me saying thay G/t has it easy, or that G/t SHOULD be more harassed. Just me wishing that SFW vore could be at least on the level of less-harassment than G/t.)
I’m laughing my ass off imagining G/t versions of State Farm commericals.
Like G is an agent and t sings the jingle
t: Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there–!
G: *BOOMMMCRASHH!!* Uh..
t: :I
G: ..good news! You’re covered for everything! :D
t: 8D
I really love the idea of domesticated tinies that are like pets.
Tinies that climb onto you when you’re in the middle of something important to rub against you and ask for cuddles.
Tinies that whine when they’re hungry for breakfast and you wanna sleep in and keep shouting in your ear and batting at you until you get up.
Tinies that are either really excited or disdainful about bath time.
Domesticated tinies! ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* \(◕ω◕✿)/
Oh oh! And how about:
- tinies that become ecstatic when they see you’ve arrived back home.
- tinies who stand on the palm of your hand and stare at you while crouching slowly before they launch themselves onto your face.
- curious tinies that seem to wanna investigate everything from digging into your bag or just inspecting an object on the ground that’s unfamiliar to them.
- tinies that jump around in excitement when they’re asked if they want to do a thing they wanna do or are offered food.
Imagine…
Imagine a dude who is a metalhead blasting looooud music in his room while he hangs out and stuff. Then, as a song ends and before the next begins, he hears what sounds like quiet crying. He stops the music and the crying continues for just a moment then is stifled. But he feels like someone is in his room.
He looks in all the obvious places for someone to hide: under his bed, in his closet, even in the hallway just outside his door. The crying was too quiet to be from someone in his room, but the further he strays from one specific corner, the fainter it gets. He turns back around, pushing his long black hair out of his eyes, and freezes.There, in the corner, is a trembling, crying, clearly frightened little person. Images flash through his mind of him or one of his roommates accidentally stepping on them, so he rushes over, feet booming steadily closer to the tiny, making them exceedingly more and more terrified with each step. They turn to dart off just as he reaches them, finally free of the paralysis that fear had laid on them.
However, this is just to be cut off by a large, black, leather boot as the man quickly sets a foot down to block them off. He reaches down and grabs them, hearing them scream as his fingers connect with their body and wrap around them.
They’re so small that when he wraps his fingers up, they disappear into his fist. They must be just over an inch tall. He feels their small body trembling in his fist and frowns sadly. He walks over to his bed and sits on the floor in front of it, setting the frightened tiny on the bed. His face is level with their shivering body.
He asks if they’re okay, voice encompassing them and causing them to cringe and scoot back away from him. He sighs softly and scoots away from the bed, giving them space for a moment. It seems to give the tiny some respite.
After a moment he speaks again, but stops himself as he sees that it’s just upsetting them again. But then he inhales deeply and slowly reaches forward, thinking that if they see how gentle he is that they won’t be afraid of him as much.
Their eyes widen as his finger approaches and they flinch when he touches the top of their head, but then they pause. He gently slides his finger from the top of their head, softly down their back, and then repeats. Although they aren’t fond of the idea of being pet, it’s certainly better than all the awful things they assumed he would do to them. They look up at him and see him smile softly. They begin to calm down a little more, much to his delight.
He begins to speak again though, which causes them to tremble once more, but when he stops talking mid sentence, they gulp and shakily tell him that its okay, and to continue.