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No, you're not weird. I sleep naked as often as I can now that I have gender euphoria. It feels wayyyy better.

Contributing to @lycans-art-kingdom 's trans mornings collection!

Seriously why do so many folks sleep with clothes on? YOU'RE IN BED, THERE'S SHEETS AND BLANKETS AND STUFF.

Adding clothes is only necessary if it's like, so cold that your blankets and quilts and whatever aren't getting the job done.

Is that weird? Am I weird?

My wife wears full pajamas to bed and it blows my mind. I'm like, boiling when I go to sleep, how do people have extra layers?

Are they really that cool then?

actually maybe i shouldnt openly post in such a way that reveals that im thinking about yuri clone boob docking

I HAVE MICROSOFT POWERPOINT AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT

Post-op? No, I am recently bepussied.

verb / to bepussy - to bestow on a trans woman her long-awaited pussy

Usage: By the grace of a Thai surgeon I was bepussied, in December of the year of our lord 2023. noun / bepussification - the act of giving a trans woman her long-awaited pussy

Usage: Her bepussification couldn't have gone any better, and the young transbian was elated and ready to be railed by fair maidens in 6 months. // not to be confused with: bussy

i'm still going strong!

it's genuinely crazy that free the nipple died

I'm honestly just fascinated with having an elf-like lifespan. But I think even a 100 year life extension would be good for the human race. I feel like people make so many rash decisions because 70-80 years is a short time.

It seems like people only become wise when they are 60+, by which time you have only 10-20 years left. Imagine if you were wise and still had most of your life ahead of you.

Thoughts on Life Extension

I think the human race needs an additional 100 years of (healthy) lifespan. I honestly think it'd solve some of our problems and probably make us chill out in general.

The pressure to have children by 20 to 30 in most places would no longer exist. That is something you don't have to worry about until you're 50 or 60, by the time you are more wise to the ways of the world and you can avoid being trapped in a terrible relationship for the sake of the children.

The young would be much more reluctant to take part in wars, as there is far more life ahead of them. Artists and writers would have more time to create closer to their true potential. There'd be less reason to have a midlife crisis and the mad drive to accumulate enough savings for retirement would not be as pressing.

The memory of historical failures would stay around for far longer. Those who lived through the horrors of industrialisation, slavery and totalitarian movements would not let the young make the same mistakes. People would be harder to fool. Imagine if a politician tried to slag off unions in front of voters who were child labourers in 1900. Politicians will take long-term threats more seriously, because there's a good chance they'll be seeing the consequences.

At the same time, accidental death would be more frightening. We'd probably be a more cautious species - the effects of this would flow into many areas. Technological progress would slow from a furious boil to a reasonable simmer as society would have more time to think about the New Things critically and test them with greater rigour. Think of how many lives have been lost over the decades because we were blazé about Asbestos.

At the same time, there might be greater hierachy related to age. The young might have less of a say in society, as they are encouraged to gain more knowledge and experience first. Those who are close to the end of their lifespan might be treated worse, because this is a more distant prospect to most people. Though it might not necessarily turn out that way; since people live longer they are more likely to become disabled by accidents, so society puts more resources toward ensuring the disabled and eldrely can live full lives.

I am unashamedly a little bit sinister. Think, knight lesbians who would perhaps step a little bit over the line of conventional morality for their belle. Think, sunglasses and cheap suits and dates at faded restaurants. Think, underhand glances and thinly-veiled euphemisms that you just happen to catch across the room.

this is me

We fuck with academic butches? The butches with bookshelves filled with books on their degree or interest? The butches with notebooks filled of lessons from their university classes? The butches with binders of printed articles and writing you could only find online nowadays? The butches who have folders covering the desktop on their open laptop in their office filled with reports they've written? The butches who leave tabs on their internet browser that are rarely ever closed or bookmarks covering their search bar? The butches with collectibles or even artifacts? Do we fuck with academic butches?

I’d be 100% a necromancer if possible. But I wouldn’t be the type that brings back mindless hordes of zombies. There are plenty of other ways to be…ethically ambiguous.

Goddamn it! I had been following her. There is not even a fig-leaf covering their prejudices.

Edit: Huzzah! She is restored.

can u see me? just checking,,