#afab nonbinary

[sandwichsugarbong]

Radfems/TERFs always seem to think that whenever someone uses terms like 'a person with a uterus,' that person is almost always exclusively talking about cis women and is trying to erase them somehow. They always seem to think it's about cis women. What they don't realize is that these terms aren't used to try to erase women or reduce them to whatever. Blah, blah. It's used to refer to ANYONE WHO HAS A UTERUS, not just cis women exclusively. That includes trans men who haven't had a hysterectomy or AFAB enbies who also haven't had a hysterectomy. And it excludes any transmasc/AFAB enby/cis women who don't have a uterus due to various reasons. Not every single thing is about cis women; they're not the center of the universe.

On a side note, if you say shit like 'Wombyn' unironically, you have no business claiming that saying 'a person with a uterus' reduces women to their biological organs, because you're doing exactly that; you're putting 'womb' to define women, basically reducing them to their biological organs.

Radical feminists never fail to be hypocritical and contradict themselves.

[shopwitchvamp]

Yeah I'm AFAB, but what's much more important to understanding my Gender is that I was Assigned Older Sister At My Sibling's Birth

[ego-sum-ex-altiora]

As an afab enby person, I’m tired of the reactions I get to growing my hair out. No I’m not detransitioning, and no I’m not “embracing my femininity”. I’m growing my hair out to be more like Jonathan Sims. Nothing else.

[thisonehere]

Kharacters reacting to you opening your eyes after they assumed you died

C/w: Angst, mentions of blood and physical assault, afab reader

Kitana

The battle had finally met its end, Kitana was able to push back the army of Shao to the point of retreat. A smile spread across her face at this victory... but this smile soon faded as she noticed something: she didn't see you anywhere.

"Y/n!" She called, expecting to see among her ranks. But you weren't there.

Kitana's heart began to race as she started to look this way and that for you, but you weren't anywhere to be seen.

With a hard swallow, she turned and started to search among the bodies of the dead soldiers.

She paused and rolled over the dead bodies, hoping that you weren't one of them.

Then she saw it, she saw your mangled body lying broken in the mass of other bodies.

During the battle, you found General Shao, or he had found you, either way, it left you in this condition...and he.... he...did this to you

"No..." Kitana bellowed as she went to her knees beside you.

Kitana has seen a lot of things, done a lot of things, but seeing your brutalized body...it-it just made her sick to her stomach.

She bowed her head and took your hand as she began to make a silent prayer for your soul. As she did, she began to blame her

You had initially wanted to stay in Sun Do, but she convinced you to come and fight. Now you're here, in this shape. If it wasn't for her, you'd be safe at home.

She thinks of the life you could have had if only you never came here. She even begins to question what your life would have been like if you never crossed paths with her.

Before she can finish her revere and her prayer, your eyes snap open.

Kitana lifted her head, and a slight gasp exited her mouth.

You attempt to move but only howl in pain at your injuries. Kitana's grip on your hand tightens "Stay still," she instructs, "We're going to find you help" She assures. This settles you down, her words are surprisingly calm to you.

Though your condition is severe, Kitana can't help but smile to herself at knowing you're alive. She wants to yell at you, scold you for being so reckless in going against Shao without her. But she cannot. She is just so overwhelmed with relief that you are okay.

Bi-Han

As grand-master of the Lin Kuei, Bi-Han had many duties to fulfill. But when evening finally fell and he had completed all his tasks, he had one thing that he was forward to: spending time with you. After the great betrayal that his brother and Tomas did to him, you stood by his side no matter what and for that he was truly grateful for.

He approached your room door and gently knocked it, hoping not to startle you. "Y/n, my beloved, may I come in?" he asked.

Bi-Han waited for a response, but none came. Just silence. Bi-Han was confused, normally you would have responded by now.

He knocked again, once again with no response.

Bi-Han couldn't lie, he was getting slightly concerned, almost afraid. This wasn't like you at all. Were you giving him the silent treatment? What did he do? Is there a way he could fix things?

His patience eventually wears thin and he kicks down the door. And there he sees you lying on the ground, in a pool of your own blood.

Bi-han felt his heart drop and his blood stop as he sees you. His eyes began to dart around the room and he saw the window open, by force by the looks of it. An assassin. Did his brother send them? It doesn't matter, not right now.

He rushes to your bleeding corporeal and picks you up. He doesn't know what to do, how long were you like this? He panics and lays you on the bed. He calls for a guard "Bring a medic, NOW!". With a nod they rush away.

For the next passing moments, all Bi-Han can do is stare at your body. He shakes his head as anger begins to build up within him.

He had so many plans and things he wanted to do with you. He wanted to place a ring on your finger, hold his first-born with you, hold you tight as you slept in his bed. He also knew you yourself had plans for the future, and now it is all gone. Something that will never be.

He sits on the bed and holds you tight in his arms. Your perfume fills his nostrils, a cruel mocking of what could have been.

He looks at you face, you look so beautiful and peaceful even in this state. He wanted to kiss it, but he realized that instead he will have to bury it.

You eyes splinter open all of a sudden.

Bi-Han lets out a sigh, he hadn't even noticed he was holding his breath.

You twist in pain, disoriented by what's happening. A sharp pain shoots through your body. "Don't move." He says, holding you tight. A surprisingly cool and warm sensation springs from his body into yours providing a slight comfort.

Bi-Han was relieved, he felt his heart slow down. He heard the guard and the medic coming this way and they would see him holding you. But he couldn't care less, all that mattered to him now was that you would be okay.

Raiden

Today's training at the Wu Shi Academy was nearly overwhelming, but Raiden couldn't but find it very rewarding. He was not excited for the next part of his day: seeing you.

He quickly gathered together as many flowers as he could find (he couldn't remember what you said your favourite was) and hardly made his way to your personal chambers.

He went to the door and raised his hand to knock. But he hesitated. Was now a good time? He didn't want to bother you. Did you even want to see him.

Finally finding the courage, he knocks lightly on the door. No response.

He knocked again, slightly harder. Once again there was no response. Raiden was starting to feel embarrassed, he turned to leave.

Raiden shook his head and turned back to the door. He was going to leave for Outworld soon, this could be one of the few times he could see you. He knocks on the door much harder this time.

The door slowly creaked open. Raiden then finally noticed that the door looked like it was kicked open, the lockset was knocked out of place.

Raiden felt his heart begin to race, he hesitantly entered your room and found it was a mess. It was filled with shattered glass on the floor, dents in the wall, and some splotches of blood here and there. It looks like a struggle has taken place.

Okay, now he was really concerned.

Raiden rushed in, "Y/n!" he called.

Turning the corner, he finds your body lying there on the floor close to your bedroom. You had a blood trail behind you, you were trying to crawl away. Either from your attacker or to get help. It didn't matter now though.

Raiden felt his heart stop, and he fell to his knees beside you. "By the Elder Gods, who did this to you?" he asked, his voice beginning to shake.

Who would want to do this to you, he thought, what monster would want to hurt such a warm, kind, smart, beautiful creature like you?

He felt his eyes burn, from both tears beginning to form as well as electricity beginning to crackle around his eyes. He didn't even have control over this, all he saw was red. He was usually a gentle person, but he felt something dark come over him here and now.

"I'll find them," He promised "I'll find them, I'll-I'll kill them!" His voice, though calm, had an air of intensity around. Seeing you like this brought the dark out of him that he tried so hard to suppress. But he could care less about it, not right now at least.

Without a warning, your eyes break open. Raiden felt the lightning in his eyes vanish. His anger subsided by surprise and relief.

You wheeze and twist in agony. You feel your broken lungs crunch as you try to speak to him, tell him everything.

Raiden shushes you as he gently takes your hand. "It's okay, Y/n, we'll figure this all out later. Now, we're going to help you."

His finger glimmered with a gentle electricity. he hadn't ever really tried to heal with his amulet before, but for now, for you, he was willing to try.

As he began to work on you, he shivered as he reflected on what happened to him. It felt like he had become a completely different person. A much darker person, a dark Raiden.

[your-queer-dad]

No sir I'm not female. The F on my birth certifcate stands for fuck.

[seraphmeraph]

Cause baby you get me so, so SOAKKEDD

Choso with a breeding kink??

JJK smut with Bbg Choso

TW: sex (+18), mentions of pregnancy, not hardcore breeding, GN with hints of AFAB

A/N: Anyone else been listening to phonk? Idk I’ve been just so obsessed with it lately

It was just an ordinary night, at least that’s what you thought. Choso had been having naughty thoughts about you, all of them consisting of breeding you.

While you were cleaning the dishes, Choso couldn’t help but come up behind you and hug you. His hands wrapped around your waist, and his mouth met your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on it.

“Choso?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the ticklish sensation.

“I’m sorry…” He murmured, trying to hold back. His body was begging for yours. “I need you.”

“Let me finish,” you said, continuing to clean, not paying any mind to the whiney man starting to rub against you.

“Please,” He huffed. “I need you now.”

You sighed. “Okay, okay, fine,” you replied, closing the water and drying your hands. You turned around to face him.

Without giving you any time to kiss him or anything, he grabbed your hand, practically dragging you to your bedroom. He pulled you close to him, his hands desperately exploring your body and quickly working to undress you. You quickly threw your clothes onto the floor. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting you. You moaned into the kiss.

Your hand trailed up his shirt, feeling his body under your skin before helping him take off his clothes. You were curious as to why he was so desperate. You were about to ask him about it, but his lips never left yours. Eventually, he backed you up onto the bed, pinning you underneath him.

He then finally pulled away, only for him to continue his assault on your neck. Kissing and nibbling all the way down to your chest, then further down.

Without warning, he stuck 2 fingers into your entrance. Choso pulled back, watching as your face contorted into one of pleasure. It was satisfying, but what would be more satisfying is when he pumps you pull of his kids.

"You're so wet," Choso whispered. "I can't wait…" He whined, pulling his fingers out and positioning his body in between your legs.

As he entered you, you gasped, feeling his dick fill you. Choso began to thrust deeper and deeper. His hips snapped back and forth fast. Lost in his lust, the thought of filling you consumed him.

"Wanna breed you," He moaned. His words would have made you question or even be surprised if you were in your right mind.

You wrapped your legs tightly around him. Every thrust he gave you felt like heaven to you.

His pace picked up, becoming more brutal yet not rough enough to hurt you. "Please," He whimpered. "Please, need you pregnant."

You arched your back, lost in your pleasure. Your only answer was to beg for it. "Fill me, Cho- Ah~ Choso!~"

Choso's thrusts became more frantic and urgent. "I'm gonna fill you~" He moaned. He shoved his face into the crook of your neck, your nails scraping his back.

Your orgasm was the first to hit. You cried out his name. Your orgasm triggered his, and with one final thrust, he buried himself into you, filling you up with his come.

You might regret this later, but you sure as hell don't care right now.

[jembez]

A lil tease for the tl 😇

[komoboko]

hello! do you think you can write a afab reader x genya comforting her while she endures her period? a short drabble is all I really want if more than it’ll be appreciated! :)

Idk what to title this 🧛

genya shinazugawa x afab!reader

if i had a nickel for the amount of period comfort request i got in the last week it would be two nickels, which isn't alot but its funny it happened twice

In the first two days Genya does not want to bother you during your period.

He heard from some of the older demon slayers that it should be better to give people space during their period. Especially due to their emotions being in a more fragile state. Kym’s best to give them the space they need to reevaluate before reaching back out to them. On the other hand Genya’s words can be blunt without him realizing it and the last thing he wants you to do is be mad at him.

So he gives you his space.. for a little while.

He was primarily raised around males, and when he was in the corps he did not have the strength to even approach somebody about such a private issue. So he only really had the basic knowledge and all the rumors he hears around the corps. He just knows ur feeling bad and in pain during this time of the month and you need space. Shinobu has to be the one to tell him he should check in on you, in person for him to consider it.

He walks up to you doorstep of your room as he can't bring his eyes to look anywhere except his feet. He slowly knocks on the door as he can hear you shuffle around the room before you open it. He turns his head away and shoves a bag in your face with a little note that says, "Kocho told me these would be useful for you during your 'time of the month' i hope they are off some use to you." You can only stare down at the bag for a minute before you invite Genya inside.

He's more surprised you were so willing about letting him in, especially after the rumors and gossip he heard about a couple days before. Nevertheless Genya still believes its right for him to treat you, kocho said you may still be going through cycles of pain so it's the least he can do for you. He starts up some tea, specifically the kind gyomei told him that relaxes the muscles and returns to you who is already back in bed.

he sits on the end of the bed slowly and hands you the tea, making sure you don’t burn your hand near the rim. His hands subconsciously go to rub circles on your back as you sit up, only hesitantly pulling back once you finally lay back down. You both sit in silence for a moment, a comfortable silence but silence none the lesson. Genya looks unnerved as he stares out the window.

“You are positive you are not dying, yes?” Genya blurts out as you turn to stare at him, he does not make eye contact with you out of embarrassment. You almost laugh, almost but you hold it on for his sake. “Yes Genya I promise you I’m fine.” You reply, it soothes you seeing how is shoulders fall down and his body begins to relax. He shifts as you both begin to talk, unsure of the right thing to say about a topic he still doesn’t really know.

He gets up after seeing your nearly finished with your tea, planning to refill yours and to give himself some clarity. Before he can, your voice puts him to a stop, “would you stay with me? Just for a little while” he freezes before turning back to you. You can tell by his facial expression he wants to say ‘really?’ but no words come out of his mouth. You only nod at him before seeing a small smile appear on his face.

He shuffles back over towards your bed as you open up the blanket to let him in. He hesitates but slowly gets into bed with you. Subconsciously his arm wraps around you to bring himself closer to you, as a warm smile appears on your lips. “Ok, I’ll stay.” He mumbles as he watches you slowly drift off to sleep.

[neiveel3llson]

Apple-Tinted Cheeks

Lucifer Magne x Afab! Reader≈ ` °

CW: Smut, use of strap, therefore afab!reader, Sub!Luci, Dom!reader, markings, darcryphilia, blood, use of master, no pronouns used, aftercare, begging, degredation, please inform me if I missed any!♡

Whimpers erupt from underneath your fast-moving frame as his eyeshadow runs down his apple-tinted cheeks, the makeup mixing with his oh so pretty tears, dropping onto the previously while pillow beneath him.

His backside is high in the air, his flushed, wet face stuffed into the soaked pillow beneath him, your strap relentlessly pounding into him. You hold his black wrists, pulling his ass irresistibly close to you, your hips hitting his already red backside while the pink, plastic cock stretches him out in a loving, perhaps, display of dominance and care.

"Oh- Ah! Hurts so- mmng- good, Master!" He keens pathetically, lustfully, his hands clawing into your own wrists while you keep your iron grip on his, refusing to let go even as blood trickles from his claws. You continue your brutal pace of punding into him, his own cock agonisingly hard against his stomach, cum already dripping down it and onto his plush pillow from his previous release, only mere minutes ago despite the fluttering feeling re-entering his stomach.

"Oh, I know, doing so, so well for me~" You slur seductively, leaning down so your bare chest is flush with his sweaty back. You lean down further, licking the bruises and crimson marking left on his porcelain skin. This was perfect. The King of Hell himself whimpering under you in a puddle of pillows and tears, his red ass claimed by your lust and your strap. The only thing that would make this better would be to have a clear view of his face, not having to wonder whether his tears made it look as ruined as his petite body.

"Slo- oh- ow down! Please! Ah!" He calls in a unbridled state of subspace, inching closer to the edge, his finish, with every swift thrist of the plastic cock, but he deserved this. After all, it was him who couldn't help himself from kissing your neck, who couldn't help himself from arching into your touch all day, teasing you while knowing you couldn't do jack shit. He knew what he was doing, ergo, this was a fit punishment.

"Do you not think you deserve this? After all you've done today, filthy slut." You degrade him, pushing his back even further down, getting an impossibility increadable angle to thrust into him, while also getting an increase in whines and gargled pleas. You could see the eyeshadow stains on the pillow, you could see his red ass, the scratches on his back, the bites and bruises on his shoulder and inner thighs. You saw everything, how ruined he was, and the fact that you caused this? Wow.

"No! I've- mmng- I've been go- od, ma- ah- ster!" He croaks out from the pillow, his voice nearly as ruined and used as his small body from copious amounts of moaning and screaming. It was hard to believe he truly thought he was good, by how bad and desperate he was acting lately, but something about the way he oleaded with you, begged you to believe he had no malice behind those pretty words, made you believe him.

You have no reply, simply watching in a state of pay per view as you absentmindedly ram your plastic cock into his gaping ass, his backside desperately trying to arch back and hump the silicone genital. His breath picked up substantially as you release his wrists, watching him immidietly sink his black claws into the sheets of the bed, ripping them in lustful ignorance. A pool of not only tears, but cum soon builds under him from his last release, only preparing him for the next release.

"Do you- do you deserve to cum?" You breathe out finally, your vision becoming hazy with heat and fatigue, the musk and warmth of sex lingering in the master bedroom. The bed rocked with each increasingly lazy thrust, Lucifer beginning to arch into the strap even more to keep the pleasure at it's highest, pushing his face into his pillow before turning to to the side, looking at you from the corner of his eye while you observe one half of his ruined face.

"Mmng! Yes! Plea- ah- se! Let me cum, Master!" He practically screeches, keening at your hips coming into contact with his backside, eyes rolling into the back of his head, despite you hardly doing anything anymore. Oh, how much he loved your approval. He'd rut into your leg, finishing on your boot and licking off his own cum as long as you permitted him to, the high and mighty King of Hell falling once more, now, into your clutch.

You simply nod at him, immidietly hearing him scream out 'master' as he finishes for a final time, his body falling limp.ahainst the leg and yours following soon.

Panting slightly, you get up, pulling out of him and shushing him gently as he let's out a whine over oversrimulation. You take off the strap, throwing it somewhere in the pongy room before leaning down once again, trailing kisses from Luci's cheek all the way down to his stomach, hearing him chuckle weakly.

"So, so good for me, baby.." You murmur against his sweaty chest, rubbing his back while slowly flipping him over.

"Shower?" You ask, to which he meekly shakes his head. Sighing, you reach down to the side of the bed, picking up a random discarded piece of clothing and wiping off his stomach and thighs, kissing the rosy apples of his cheeks gently with each wipe. He quickly falls asleep, mumbling something about 'goodnight, darling' before he does, leaving your grip and falling into the just as gentle arms of sleep, smiling as he dreams of you.

• . . • ° ° • . . • ° ° • . . • ° ° • . . • ° ° • . . • ° ° •

RUFF RUFF, ARRSHDJDJWNF

brain rot♡

[textk4kira]

I've seen a bunch of posts explaining how nonbinary folks shouldn't be perceived as woman-lite and how AMAB nonbinary ppl are never accepted as nonbinary while AFAB nonbinary folks are always being affirmed for their gender identity.

As a demifem/demigirl, I feel like my gender identity is in a way, "woman-lite" or at least fem-aligned. It feels like many well-meaning trans folks and allies unintentionally exclude demigenders from the conversation, and it feels uncomfortable.

Also, the narrative that AFAB enbies are automatically accepted or affirmed, blatantly ignores the transphobia that AFAB enbies face especially if they are not slim, white or androgynous. This post isn't to dismiss or diminish the very real struggles AMAB enbies face, we should all stand together in solidarity.

We're fighting the same fight. To liberate ourselves as trans ppl and to end transphobia.

[thefleshyougoveggie]

to anyone who binds/ wants to bind:

my biggest tip for you is to find a sports bra (or more than one could be good tbh) that you are fairly comfortable wearing. bc if you’re constantly using a binder, even if you take binder break days (which are CRUCIAL!!!) you can still get back pain from wearing binders often:( so having a sports bra that you like and wearing that as much as possible and saving the actual binder/s for “special occasions”/suuuper dysphoric days is something i highly recommend!!!

i used to bind most days of the week with actual binders, and even tho they were good quality (and right size!) it’s gotten to the point where i have back pain most days & i’m wearing a sports bra most days!!

also please please PLEASE do not wear your binder for longer than you should (6/8 hours, absolutely max 12, it varies from person to person-if it hurts, TAKE IT OFF) and remember to stretch!!!

big hugs,

your friendly neighborhood transmasc (who has back pain😔)

[puppayy]

masc posting

[icy-hot-slut]

Dude pockets hit different

[thisonehere]

The Lin Kuei boys reacting to you falling asleep on their lap

Fluff Headcanons

Bi-Han

Bi-Han isn't the type of man who usually shows affection. He never really understood how to show it and you were no different. So when you find yourself slowly falling asleep on his lap, He has no idea what to do.

He notices how vulnerable you are in this situation and is very gentle as a result.

For who knows how long, he just sits there frozen out of fear of disturbing your slumber. You look so peaceful, so beautiful, he doesn't want to wake you and ruin this moment.

He wonders about you, is he too cold for you, he isn't as warm as Kuai so he worries that he cannot provide as much heat as he truly wanted to give you.

He wonders more about you personally. Why were you so comfortable with him. Do... do you actually like him? Love him even.

Bi Han shakes his head. To much to think about for this night.

Finally building up courage, he scoops your sleeping body up in bridal form and carries you to bed.

He gently lays you across the bed and slowly drapes the cover over you.

Before l he leaves, he hesitates before finally deciding to lay a kiss on your forehead.

It's quick yet sweet. He immediately rushes out of the room in slight embarrassment at what he just did. But before he leaves he turns to you to look at you one last time.

"Sleep well, Y/n." He softly says, almost smiling as he leaves.

Kuai Liang

Unlike Bi-Han, Kuai has never shown any signs of struggle when expressing affection. So you being so close to him shouldn't bother him so much, but it surprises him all the same.

He is taken by surprise but far from unprepared.

He smoothly adjusts his legs, making things much more comfortable for you and getting you in a much more relaxed state.

He gradually begins to raise his body heat to the point where you can be warm.

Now, Kuai begins to hum a strange yet soothing melody and you find yourself finally nodding off.

He smiles to himself when he hears your snoring, he can't but find you strangely adorable in this state.

He just sits there some time. He fears moving might ruin the moment.

For this very small moment, all Kuai can think about is you

All the troubles that ailed him vanished as he dawned upon your face.

He can't help but think of you and him...together. He feels stupid and almost embarrassed to think these things.

His thoughts are interrupted as he notices just how much time has past. You should be in bed, not with him.

Easily picking you up, he carries you to your bed.

He takes you to your bed and softly lays you down. He spreads the cover onto you

"Good night, Y/n, my beloved." He softly murmurs under his breath as he leaves.

Tomas Vrbada

Tomas isn't used to showing affection, not to you at least. He doesn't even remember how things led up to this point, all he knew was that you were on his lap and he was terrified.

"What am I supposed to do?" He thinks to himself as he looks at you on his lap.

He doesn't want to wake you so he refuses to move, not even a single muscle. He'd hate to disturb you, you seem so at peace in this moment.

For what seems like an eternity, Tomas just awkwardly sits there as you rest in his lap.

As time passes, Tomas starts to look at you for what feels like the first time. He never noticed how breathtaking you were until now.

He knew you were beautiful but feels like the first time he actually realizes it.

Thinking like this makes him feel very weird inside so he attempts to think about other things.

He finally musters enough courage to pick you up and carry you to your bed.

He wants to think that he is just as smooth as Bi Han or Kuai would be, but he knows isn't. He's a little clumsy actually.

Finally, find a proper position to put yourself in to ensure comfort, Tomas slowly leaves the room.

But not before stealing one more glance at you.

"Sweet dreams, Y/n, I love you." He sighs to himself as he leaves.

[your-queer-dad]

I don't want to be perceived as a man or a woman. I want to walk down the street and have people go "Wtf is that????"

[esor-ogramira]

I've seen a lot of negativity about AMAB nonbinary people, so as an AFAB nonbinary person, here's a familial love letter to all my AMAB nonbinary siblings out there!

I love you AMAB nonbinary people who like having a beard! I love you AMAB nobinary people who prefer to keep your faces clean-shaven! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who have hairy chests! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who have no hair on your chests! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who shave your body hair! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who don't shave your body hair! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who developed breasts during puberty! I love you AMAB nonbinary people with flat chests! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are fat! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are slim-built! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are muscular! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who don't have much muscle tone! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who enjoy wearing dresses! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who enjoy wearing skirts! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who don't like wearing dresses! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who don't like wearing skirts! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who enjoy wearing makeup! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who don't wear makeup! I love you AMAB nonbinary people with long hair! I love you AMAB nonbinary people with short hair! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are balding at a young age! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are over the age of fifty! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are in high school! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are in college! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are trans and no-op and no-HRT! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are trans and no-op and on HRT! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who have gotten the gender-affirming surgeries you want but don't want to/can't go on HRT! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are stealth! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are out and proud! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who can't come out/don't want to come out! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who enjoy presenting as masculine! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who enjoy presenting as feminine! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who enjoy presenting as androgynous! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who enjoy presenting as gender neutral! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who enjoy presenting your genders as something that confuses everyone who looks at you! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who aren't trans! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who don't refer to your previous names as your deadnames! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who don't want to change your names! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who've chosen masculine names for yourselves! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who've chosen feminine names for yourselves! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who've chosen gender neutral names for yourselves! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who love your previous names/deadnames too much to change them! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who use he/him pronouns! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who use she/her pronouns! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who use they/them pronouns! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who use neopronouns! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who use no pronouns! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who use any pronouns! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who use all pronouns! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are in high schools that aren't very accepting of your gender identities! (It will get better, I promise!) I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are autistic! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are ADHD! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are schizophrenic! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who have dissociation disorders! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are systems! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who have personality disorders! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who have mood disorders! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who experience psychosis! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who experience delusions! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who have learning disabilities! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who have intellectual disabilities! I love you AMAB nonbinary people who are neurotypical!