✨⚪🔥 VERSE returns as a webcomic! versecomic.com 🔥⚪✨
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Book 1 is available to read in its entirety, and Book 2 will be updated weekly starting today!
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And in even more exciting news, Verse Book 3 will be coming out this summer, on August 20th!
Hurting your Dom just a little bit. Digging your nails into his thighs while you choke on his cock or scratching to his back while he uses you. Giving him hickies when you know he'll choke you once you're done. Nibbling on him a little for fun. Pulling on his hair while he sinks his teeth into your thighs.
Theodor von Holst (1810-1844) - Hero and Leander, 1833
"She went up to the tower, and straining out
To search the seas, downwards, and round about,
She saw, at last,—she saw her lord indeed
Floating, and washed about, like a vile weed;
On which such strength of passion and dismay
Seized her, and such an impotence to stay.
That from the turret, like a stricken dove.
With fluttering arms she leaped,
and joined her drowned love" - Leigh Hunt
A friend is studying for their master’s in political theory and they recently asked a couple of us:
In a perfect democracy, would the right to civil disobedience exist?
Case studies we made up included:
1) That one asshole who doesn’t want the town to build the carnival it voted on.
Is he a weird puritan? Does he have legitimate safety concerns?
Who knows!
All we know is: he chained himself to the rollercoaster
And now he’s going to prison.
2) Gang, we all agreed we weren’t going to just feed the bears
that live in the woods
whenever they asked.
Why is this one person still leaving bowls of meat/blood/milk out for the bears,
like they’re a 1000lb fae.
This is how you get bears on main street.
…we have bears on main street.
But also … maybe we should stop and ask ourselves why the bears are so hungry??
I keep coming back to the idea that a *perfect* democracy should have a long memory
It should remember the bad times and the dark days
The “yeah, y’all don’t really need a dry place of your own to sleep” days
The “oh shit is that King Arthur returning in our hour of greatest need
Oh fudge is that a predator drone” days.
It should stick civil disobedience on the high shelf
With the first aid kit.
It should erect a giant stone in the middle of the town square
Inscribed with the words:
Whosoever pulls this placard, bike chain, and molotov cocktail from the stone - should they be worthy - will be the rightwise pain in your ass.
Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry. Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.