Author: D.F.T

I created Disabled Fables & Things because people with disabilities are perpetually desexualized. Because of this there is never any accurate mainstream representation of people with disabilities leading sexually fulfilling lives. Lack of representation leads to lack of education and more chances for abuse. This is a small step toward changing the cycle. This is my body. These are my experiences. You can have better ones. And while you are waiting for the better, look for the humor in the darkness.

Wheelchair Sex Will Blow Your Mind (and everyone should try it)

Content Warning: trauma, fetishization, graphic sex It’s been a whole ass year since I posted anything and I’m sorry! It was a doozy of a year professionally and personally. I ended a ten year relationship with my best male friend…

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Newsflash: Sex Does not Equate Ownership

And an introduction S.T. Joe Content Warning: Possessive behavior I’m a lot like a dude in that sex means nothing to me. It doesn’t have to mean nothing. And it doesn’t always mean nothing to me, but my first reaction to…

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How Wheelchair on Wheelchair Sex Works

And Why I Won’t do it Content Warning: semi-graphic sexual description, internalized ableism(?) TL;DR Dating someone with a disability like mine is not for me for multiple reasons. For as long as I can remember, whenever I talk about the issues I…

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Cute & Disabled: When You’re Lovers in Private & Strangers in Public

Content warning: secret relationships TL;DR guys want to do me, but only in secret. They have not gotten better with age. Back in the days when I was a virgin, I promised myself that I’d never sleep with someone who was…

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How I (a Super Disabled Woman) had Sex the First Time

And an intro to the Drug Lord Content warning: Graphic sexual descriptions TL;DR I was 24 the first time I had full on penetrative penis in vagina sex. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t amazing. It was just nice. Skip to…

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How to Date and Have Sex When You Hate Your Body: a Convo on Confidence & Consent Pt. 2

Content warning: Having consent disregarded, stories that may be triggering to abuse survivors A few days ago, in another post I started talking about self-esteem and consent and how they affect the sex life of a person with a disability….

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How to Date and Have Sex When You Hate Your Body: a Convo on Confidence & Consent Pt. 1

Content warning: Unhealthy eating habits, self-esteem issues [When I created this blog, I used pictures of my body, but I cut out my face and any super identifying markings. This was intentional because I didn’t necessarily want this to be…

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The Night I Gave Away 2/3 of my Virginity

Content warning: Graphic sexual details TL;DR My almost first time was nothing special, in fact it hurt, it was rushed, and left me with some more insecurities. However, it was necessary and while the guy was kind of a douche,…

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“Birds Do It, Bees Do It”…but Why Would I Have Sex?

TL;DR I have sex because…I’m only human. And I love it. I lost my virginity at the age of 24. I was pretty late in the game because I was waiting for a guy that checked the right boxes: relatively…

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Nothing Says Romance like a Little Murder

Content warning: death, threats, sexual assault TL;DR Sexy talk and thinly veiled death threats rarely ever go hand in hand. Picture it: Two lovers, limbs entangled, breaths synced, and nothing between them but a light post-coital sheen of sweat. One…

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