Wrestling With My Body by Inam
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Inam discovers Play Flighting in their explorations with their disability and desires.
A lovely piece of auto bio, exploring fast intimate moments of playful fighting that help us reconsider our own limitations.
I didn’t know that Play Fighting was a thing, and it truly delights me. This is Inam’s third comic for us! You should go peek at the other two if you enjoyed todays, she’s the bee’s knees!
– A Night At The Atlantic Sex Show by Inam
– New Kink Unlocked by Inam & Mon
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↓ Comic Transcript
Inam draws in an angular, scribbly cartoony style with off-set blocky coloring. She draws herself as a bug-eyed girl in a bat-eared hood. The color palette of the comic are muted mustard yellows, dull oranges, and dusty teals.
Page 1
Narration: Getting a hypermobility diagnosis really put a lot of things in context for me.
In a physical therapist office's office, the practitioner lifts Inam's arms, which twist into curly-Qs, over her head.
"Whoa." He states at the improbably bent arms while Inam looks forward blankly, not reacting.
Narration: The times my body felt strangely weak...
On a crowded bus, Inam struggles to hold on to a vertical support pole, sweating and trembling with the effort.
Narration: Unpredictable...
Lunging at a ball with her racket on the tennis court, Inam's arm bends at multiple impossible sharp angles. She looks at this oddity with confusion but no pain.
In another setting, a person points downwards and asks Inam, "What are your feet doing?"
The panel pans down to reveal that Inam's feet are pointing in unnatural directions and their left leg is twisted into a spiral.
"I don't know" Inam cries.
Narration: And confusing.
Several objects are scattered across the page: a tube of cream, a packet of pills, a hot water bottle, a roll of sports tape, a set of mini dumbbells, and a teddy bear with a bandage on its ear and holding a big heart that also has a criss-cross of bandaids on it.
Narration: It's been a complicated road figuring out how best to manage it.
Page 2
Narration: And finding out that my accomomdations are not very sexy to able-bodied people.
Inam enters a bedroom wearing cute, fancy underwear, stockings, a leather collar with an O-ring on it, and sexy librarian glasses. In her hands she carries a first aid kit, a rolled up towel, and her hot water bottle. She looks in surprise at the woman sitting on her bed.
"Oh," The woman says with a little wave. "we don't have to do anything tonight..."
All her sexy accoutrements removed, Inam thinks to herself with a tear, "But... I wanted to...!"
Narration: My relationship with my physicality is fraught to say the least.
Wearing a backpack, Inam walks up an angularly twisting staircase.
Narration: I've begun looking for ways to move that don't carry so much shame for me.
At the top of the stars, she rummages in her bag.
Narration: I've begun looking for ways to move that don't carry so much shame for me.
On the floor, the panel reveals a Welcome mat and two shelves on the ground filled with shoes.
Inside the room, two people are wrestling in comfortable clothing before an enthusiastic audience who sits on the ground around them.
Narration: That's how I discovered play fighting.
Page 3
Narration: In the warm-ups, people welcome me.
An athletic man smiles while effortlessly balancing on all fours, asking "Isn't this fun?"
"Y-yeah! Totally!" Agrees Inam through clenched teeth and trying, with all her might, to pull him backwards by his t-shirt.
Narration: But I soon feel a familiar insecurity.
A different fighting partner casually asks, "Is that all you got?" while Inam hangs off of his shoulders.
"Help..." She thinks, sweating and grimacing with effort.
Narration: I worried about my strength, my ability... I worried I wouldn't be a real challenge to anyone.
Inam is pinned flat on her stomach while her sturdy partner sits on her back, easily pulling off her socks.
"I lost..." Inam thinks with big, watery eyes.
Narration: I go for fun fights and keep it light, but a thought nags at me.
From beneath her partner's butt, Inam looks worried and little squiggles swirl around her head.
Narration: Every participant has their limits.
"Please don't grab this hand." States a man, holding up his wrist.
"Don't give up, there's still 30 seconds left!" Encourages a viewer from the sideline.
"I'm not good to wrestle, but I'd like a cuddle." Admits another person with a friendly smile.
Narration: What would it look like to meet mine, instead of cowering from them?
Page 4
Narration: So I made a decision to come back stronger.
Inam perches on the floor, adjusting their ankle brace-type device.
Narration: Um, not physically, of course. But mentally.
"Pair up and stretch!" Booms a voice from off-panel.
"So I don't need to stretch but I'd love a massage." Inam informs her partner, gesturing with her back.
"Ooh, I love giving massages!" The partner enthuses.
Narration: To ask for what I need.
Inam raises her hand while stating, "I'd like to have a competitive fight with someone stronger than me!
Narration: To push myself.
A friendly big, muscle-y, bearded guy approaches Inam in the center of the ring. She sweats in nervousness.
Narration: To make my own decisions.
Inam: Clenches her hand into a fist against her thigh.
Narration: Inspired by the techniques of the people around me, I find a way to move that's not about strength.
The competitor, on his knees, looks confused as Inam curls into the fetal position on the floor.
Narration: Trickier.
The two tumble over backwards, with Inam on top.
Narration: More slippery!
"Is that all you got?" Demands Inam with machismo at her startled opponent.
Narration: More stubborn.
Page 5
Narration: By the time the two minutes are up, I can feel a change in how I see myself.
Inam smiles as she is pulled backwards and then the panel fades into a swirling mass of stars and clouds.
Narration: We shake hands to the applause of the room.
"That was beautiful to watch!" Declares one of the onlookers.
"You two were flowing into each other!" Exclaims another.
Narration: For once, my aches and pains feel a bit less like a burden and more like something I had agency in. My limitations looked like walls to me.
Blissed out, Inam sits on the floor with an exhausted, happy smile while little stars dance around her head.
Narration: But under the challenges I chose, they responded, showed me they are living and breathing. They may be harder today, or softer tomorrow, and harder against the next day. They will never go away. But they are always changing. And so am I.
Transcribed by Erika Moen on February 15, 2026 for ohjoysextoy.com
Page 1
Narration: Getting a hypermobility diagnosis really put a lot of things in context for me.
In a physical therapist office's office, the practitioner lifts Inam's arms, which twist into curly-Qs, over her head.
"Whoa." He states at the improbably bent arms while Inam looks forward blankly, not reacting.
Narration: The times my body felt strangely weak...
On a crowded bus, Inam struggles to hold on to a vertical support pole, sweating and trembling with the effort.
Narration: Unpredictable...
Lunging at a ball with her racket on the tennis court, Inam's arm bends at multiple impossible sharp angles. She looks at this oddity with confusion but no pain.
In another setting, a person points downwards and asks Inam, "What are your feet doing?"
The panel pans down to reveal that Inam's feet are pointing in unnatural directions and their left leg is twisted into a spiral.
"I don't know" Inam cries.
Narration: And confusing.
Several objects are scattered across the page: a tube of cream, a packet of pills, a hot water bottle, a roll of sports tape, a set of mini dumbbells, and a teddy bear with a bandage on its ear and holding a big heart that also has a criss-cross of bandaids on it.
Narration: It's been a complicated road figuring out how best to manage it.
Page 2
Narration: And finding out that my accomomdations are not very sexy to able-bodied people.
Inam enters a bedroom wearing cute, fancy underwear, stockings, a leather collar with an O-ring on it, and sexy librarian glasses. In her hands she carries a first aid kit, a rolled up towel, and her hot water bottle. She looks in surprise at the woman sitting on her bed.
"Oh," The woman says with a little wave. "we don't have to do anything tonight..."
All her sexy accoutrements removed, Inam thinks to herself with a tear, "But... I wanted to...!"
Narration: My relationship with my physicality is fraught to say the least.
Wearing a backpack, Inam walks up an angularly twisting staircase.
Narration: I've begun looking for ways to move that don't carry so much shame for me.
At the top of the stars, she rummages in her bag.
Narration: I've begun looking for ways to move that don't carry so much shame for me.
On the floor, the panel reveals a Welcome mat and two shelves on the ground filled with shoes.
Inside the room, two people are wrestling in comfortable clothing before an enthusiastic audience who sits on the ground around them.
Narration: That's how I discovered play fighting.
Page 3
Narration: In the warm-ups, people welcome me.
An athletic man smiles while effortlessly balancing on all fours, asking "Isn't this fun?"
"Y-yeah! Totally!" Agrees Inam through clenched teeth and trying, with all her might, to pull him backwards by his t-shirt.
Narration: But I soon feel a familiar insecurity.
A different fighting partner casually asks, "Is that all you got?" while Inam hangs off of his shoulders.
"Help..." She thinks, sweating and grimacing with effort.
Narration: I worried about my strength, my ability... I worried I wouldn't be a real challenge to anyone.
Inam is pinned flat on her stomach while her sturdy partner sits on her back, easily pulling off her socks.
"I lost..." Inam thinks with big, watery eyes.
Narration: I go for fun fights and keep it light, but a thought nags at me.
From beneath her partner's butt, Inam looks worried and little squiggles swirl around her head.
Narration: Every participant has their limits.
"Please don't grab this hand." States a man, holding up his wrist.
"Don't give up, there's still 30 seconds left!" Encourages a viewer from the sideline.
"I'm not good to wrestle, but I'd like a cuddle." Admits another person with a friendly smile.
Narration: What would it look like to meet mine, instead of cowering from them?
Page 4
Narration: So I made a decision to come back stronger.
Inam perches on the floor, adjusting their ankle brace-type device.
Narration: Um, not physically, of course. But mentally.
"Pair up and stretch!" Booms a voice from off-panel.
"So I don't need to stretch but I'd love a massage." Inam informs her partner, gesturing with her back.
"Ooh, I love giving massages!" The partner enthuses.
Narration: To ask for what I need.
Inam raises her hand while stating, "I'd like to have a competitive fight with someone stronger than me!
Narration: To push myself.
A friendly big, muscle-y, bearded guy approaches Inam in the center of the ring. She sweats in nervousness.
Narration: To make my own decisions.
Inam: Clenches her hand into a fist against her thigh.
Narration: Inspired by the techniques of the people around me, I find a way to move that's not about strength.
The competitor, on his knees, looks confused as Inam curls into the fetal position on the floor.
Narration: Trickier.
The two tumble over backwards, with Inam on top.
Narration: More slippery!
"Is that all you got?" Demands Inam with machismo at her startled opponent.
Narration: More stubborn.
Page 5
Narration: By the time the two minutes are up, I can feel a change in how I see myself.
Inam smiles as she is pulled backwards and then the panel fades into a swirling mass of stars and clouds.
Narration: We shake hands to the applause of the room.
"That was beautiful to watch!" Declares one of the onlookers.
"You two were flowing into each other!" Exclaims another.
Narration: For once, my aches and pains feel a bit less like a burden and more like something I had agency in. My limitations looked like walls to me.
Blissed out, Inam sits on the floor with an exhausted, happy smile while little stars dance around her head.
Narration: But under the challenges I chose, they responded, showed me they are living and breathing. They may be harder today, or softer tomorrow, and harder against the next day. They will never go away. But they are always changing. And so am I.
Transcribed by Erika Moen on February 15, 2026 for ohjoysextoy.com