Love that dress
Reblog this post and I will actually send you a message and you can become my very own slave!! This is a limited time offer so if you want to serve me this is your time!!!
Liked this post as it is asking the right questions , and gives answers , but especially the good advise to be one self .
I find myself drawn to all kinds of posts. Girly boys encouraged to be dressed in formal gowns, short and revealing clothing, swimsuits, lingerie, uniforms, babyish clothing, androgynous, dom or sub, casual, workout wear, or just about anything else. I’ve seen encouragement for being lesbians, being gay, dating men, being sex toys, and any other various form of objectivity. I’ve seen attitudes encouraged from total humiliation to aggressiveness. And so many more!
So, what are you supposed to do? Who are you supposed to be? What are you supposed to look like? How are you supposed to act? With whom or with what are you supposed to be intimate with? Here’s a piece of advice for you: Be you. Be your own kind of girly. You might be trying to figure that out, but be you as you’re doing so. Sure! Test some things out. Sometimes you have to find that right “spot” for you, especially if it hasn’t been encouraged by others in your life. In the end, however, you have to be you because it’s always better to be you.
I really hope you all have a splendid day. You are my muse.
CandieHart
Yes please
Just hit reblog. And I will contact you...
Yes , of course I think black girls are beautiful
yes when treated right
Those eyes has always made my heart go faster ...
Yes I would
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think your cat ears are really Cute , and hope you told your doctor about what happend so he can prevent it from happening again as it is in his/hers best interest to do so . .
I got very loudly deadnamed and misgendered multiple times at the doctors office today. This new receptionist ignored the preferred name on my profile to deadname and misgender me loudly, louder than she talked about anyone else in the waiting room. My birth certificate says "F" nex to sex, my medical documentation reflects this, and I was still deadnamed and misgendered.
And the saving grace was a woman and her child. I wear cat-ears and the child too young to speak loved them, and kept pointing and looking at me. I'm assuming her mother kept saying "yeah, she's wearing cat-ears", "yeah, that woman has cute cat-ears", and the like. Her child was enamoured with them, and that woman didn't misgender me once. And each time my very obviously masculine deadname name came up, she looked upset at the receptionist, but not once did she give me a bad look.
It doesn't have to be much. You don't need to be a knight in shining armour, or in someones face. Simply a quiet refusal to play along with someone elses bullshit is enough. It was enough to turn a trying and tiring moment into something that put a smile on my face and joy back into my life. It wasn't a lot but it mattered to me.