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Demi STOP

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Look at the time!

It’s Start HRT o’ clock!

Every time you drop a huge thread on my dash I recall a memory of your tits from my brain and it convinces me once more that I need to start hrt

Start hrt

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It makes sense.

There are a whole lot of barriers between a transfem and her transition, so the idea that someone could not only want her to transition but also be forcing her forward straight through all the hard parts? Fucking Heaven.

I find it so funny that forcefem started as a degradation kink (because misogyny…) but ended up being THE transfem kink. what a beautiful world we live in. go take estrogen

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Sorry these are still taking too long, I'm trying to not burn myslef out this time :D

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damn im sweaty as hell i'm gonna play my guitar naked hell yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hell yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The damage Borderlands 3 has done to the franchise's rep is insane. The writing in 2, Pre-Sequel and Tales was always really good

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Why do you think he keeps showing up as a crossover character so much?

learning SNK lore

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I wish I woke up tomorrow in a world where I don't have to see a single AI generated image ever again

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God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers and I'm dodging the draft

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The changes to your body can take months or years to be noticeable, but the mental health benefits are noticeable within the first few weeks.

In my case, I started E and a lot of the depression and anxiety that was a constant hum in the back of my mind was just gone after just a couple weeks. I felt like myself for the first time in maybe ever without any changes to my body.

It's nothing that hasn't been said before but now it's my turn to say

if you are a cis boy who is following me and a dozen other transfem blogs and are attracted to us in a weird way that you can't exactly quantify and have a weird everpresent guilt that doesn't seem to go away but also doesn't seem to actually have a source every time you interrogate it

maybe you should try estrogen. Just for a month or two. It doesn't have to be committal. Just see how it feels. Who knows, you might discover that you really enjoy being a girl

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"All monsters must die bloody, and by a hero's hands, and soon," he says over brunch.

He doesn't think it's a rude thing to say in front of a monster. There are no rude things to say to monsters, only rude things monsters say.

"Don't worry," she says between bites, "You're one of the good ones."

"But I am still a monster," I do not say. I do not say that I love my claws and teeth, my prehensile shadow and my glowing eyes. That I cannot imagine giving them up even for survival, that to hide my shadow and trim my claws for them makes me feel diminished. In public I cannot say that I do not wish to be human.

They're progressives, this bunch, even if he carries a hero's banner with its proud history and none of them ask him to put it away. They know there are good monsters, monsters who can speak eloquently and hold the fork right, monsters you can be seen with in public. Some of their best friends are monsters.

They do not know the monster who is invited to brunch knows solidarity with the monster who is not. Believes and understands the monster who is not invited more than the human who does the inviting.

"Isn't that a little harsh?" says a third human, and I have not forgotten I am outnumbered. "We have ways of killing monsters without blood now, painlessly. And, of course, a monster should be allowed to live if it never growls."

He has never seen me growl. Yet how loudly and endlessly I will, when I'm out of earshot. He's talking about killing monsters who cannot stoop to civility, about mother and brother and lover who were never able to mute themselves like me, and does he not know how small a child who can only growl is?

"To growl is not to kill," I say, and all heads turn toward me. It is one of those rude things monsters say.