Some people in my Twitter feed were mocking a load of gender-essentialist TERF nonsense that I didn’t actually pay attention to, but which apparently consisted of elaborate last-humans-alive shipwreck fantasies designed to make some sort of nonsense point about reproductive plumbing being more important than gender identity. I dunno, I wasn’t there, you guys aren’t paying me enough to read that stuff.

What brought me into the conversation was somebody’s observation that women in these castaway fantasies are never allowed any sexual agency; it’s always assumed they are free for the fucking by whatever man washes up on the same beach with them. So I shared this 1950s cartoon recently seen on ErosBlog as a reinforcing example of the trope.

Just now I remembered that Bondage Blog recently published yet another perfect illustration of that notion. In this one, the castaway women are explicitly reduced to bondage fuck-chattel of no agency whatsoever, and the cartoon is about a desperate bluff by the dude currently in possession to avoid sharing “his” island harem:

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