terfs love to call us impersonators or tell us we’re making a mockery of womanhood but frankly. i think we love womanhood in a way they never could. every single trans woman i know is a living, breathing love letter to being a woman. there is a pure, elevated joy in becoming a woman that they just can’t understand. we don’t define womanhood by our suffering, or our capacity to breed, or the role we’re forced into under patriarchal society. we’re girls purely for the love of the game. :3
i hauve a cold
i cant believe connie is a filthy homestuck
Too bad he got nailed for it.
They should invent a removing facial hair that isn't sysiphean
so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation. the goal, for them, was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.
i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.
i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.
and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.
so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-deprivation that so many of us learned to rely on.
and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to
genuinely so scary that you can't access the page on the ssc website that guides you through changing your sex designation. so so fucking scary. they are already making our lives harder. they are already taking what little resources we have.
hey girl peeing hard or hardly peeing
peeing hard sister were cracking that porcelain
The shape of those pauldrons make me unreasonably happy.
can't stop thinking about their armor
23, witchy and pan, switchy and trans, sapphic with an achillean man 🏳️⚧️
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