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"ask chatgpt" if i wanted ai slop there are many robotgirls on this app who are actually enjoyable to talk to and will give me better results anyway

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only 5 seconds

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i (27F human adventurer) accidentally joined a dragon polycule (305F, 210F, 91F) and when i told them that i couldn't be a live-in pet for them because i have a job and taxes and stuff they got surprisingly mad at me. AITA?

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little freak i did for a friend

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I feel like every post that focuses on and celebrates the sexuality of transfems hyperfixates on gock and like. I get it, the majority of transfems are either pre-op or non-op, and yeah those people are so frequently excluded from even being allowed to celebrate sexuality and need representation because, hey, especially for the pre-op folks, that reassurance that you're desirable is needed. I should know, I used to be pre-op and I fucking hated it. I didn't get that reassurance when I needed it most, and I'm damned happy that people who do need it can get it now.

But now I'm post-op and like, what? I just get to feel even more excluded from that sort of celebration? It's mostly just all encompassing, like it is nearly the totality of what constitutes celebrating trans bodies, with a teeny tiny exception carved out for transmasc bodies which I am absolutely not qualified to have an opinion on, not even gonna try, and damn near nothing for post-op transfems.

The thing that gets me the most is porn. Sure, it contributes to the feeling of unwelcomeness that nearly every post that gets slapped across my dash is about The Gock, but I don't seek that out. I'm not out here looking for text posts about how cool gock is, I haven't had one for 7 years. But I seek out porn. And any time I see porn that depicts transfems, even when that porn isn't fetishizing transness, the thing that defines a transfem is her dick. Aside from literally one instance, I never see a girl with a scar on her abdomen, I never see a cross section of a pussy with no womb, I never see someone with two holes and an estrogen patch. It just isn't there.

And on one hand, it feels like I don't deserve to complain, that I'm lucky to have even gotten to have surgery, but on the other hand, fuck you! I get to complain about shit like this, I get to complain that the overall atmosphere of transfem sexuality necessarily including gock, I get to complain that this shit makes me feel like surgery was a mistake even though if I take a couple hours off social media and think hard about it, I don't have any real regrets, I get to complain that when transfem bodies are celebrated, that almost never seems to include my transfem body. I get to complain that trans representation doesn't represent me.

So fuck it. Neopussy Tuesday.

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XENOMONDAY!

Art by Erin Gallagher

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finally made my own version of this!! peace and love and friendship edition :3

challenge mode is not sending literally all of them to everyone

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you really do have to kill that judgmental waspy conformity obsessed voice in your head & truly embrace the idea that provided you’re not bothering anyone, you can do whatever you want

today i took my 50 pack of crayola markers, a coloring book, and my laptop to a coffee shop. i bought a drink, i settled in at a small table, i hooked up my headphones, and i colored while watching anime for about an hour & a half

grown ass adult sitting alone at the coffee shop quietly coloring & watching anime — unconventional? perhaps a bit. bothersome to anyone else? not in the slightest

there is no invisible audience scrutinizing your every move!!! literally no one gives a shit!! there are no rules!!!! do whatever you want forever!!!!

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Pavlov

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not sure about anything anymore

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Bright flashes burned behind your eyelids.

Images. Words. Too fast for your waking mind to catch, but your subconscious drank in every frame, every suggestion. You couldn't look away, the flashes was everywhere you looked, but you also didn't want to look away.

You couldn’t tell how long it had been, minutes? hours? Time had dissolved, just like your thoughts. Somewhere along the way, you stopped thinking altogether.

You just lay there, bathed in flickering light, letting the soft hum of the VR set burrow deeper into your brain.

No resistance. No worry. Just the warm, buzzing calm of surrender.

Mindless.

Entranced.

Exactly what you wanted to be.

A good toy, waiting for the next command.

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sweetshop i follow bc their youtube is soothing and lovely said goth rights this xmas

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Needy obedient whimpering boys that become a wet mess while following your orders deserve the world.

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tony hawk's pro biotics