#stand and pee

[sergle]

i don't think we as a society think enough about how WEIRD men's restrooms are. why are urinals?????

[beaft]

every time i see that post chiding trans men for using women's restrooms i want to chew on somebody's head. you think i LIKE using the women's restroom? you think i LIKE having to make a grim hobson's choice of "which bathroom is least likely to get me yelled at" every time i need to pee? i'm fucking flabbergasted that this is seen as "men invading female spaces" or "AFABs flexing their privilege" as opposed to, oh idk, a vulnerable group of people doing their level best to avoid being harassed and assaulted. like we are not the ones in the wrong here

[crybaby-bkg]

tw: piss, public stuff, alcohol, drunk reader

Shidou is a freak.

it’s nothing new to you, something you’d known basically since the moment you met him. but you at least thought that there would be…limits. certain things that even he didn’t care for. but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

there was a party going in one of his teammates hotel rooms, in some foreign country that you’re too drunk to remember the name of. and that’s the problem right there—you’re drunk off your ass, unusual for when you’re with Shidou. you don’t need liquor to have a good time with him, but the celebration of tonight damn near demanded it. so you drank and you drank, downing one shot after the other.

he pulls you into his lap at one point in the night, cupping your jaw as he tilts something white and strong against your pouting lips. he presses his mouth to your ear, his voice low under the other partygoers cheers and the thumping music they’ll surely get a complaint for in the morning.

“what?” Shidou purrs against your ear, licking softly at the shell of it, shameless. “you tapping out for the night on me?”

“no,” you drawl out in a whine, shifting in his lap, trying to bury your face into his warm neck. “I just gotta pee. drinking this much always makes my bladder feel fuller than it really is.”

“so go, then.” Shidou says surely, his voice steady. he sets down the glass, brings one hand to tighten around your waist, the other to start rubbing soothing circles on your lower belly. or, they would be more soothing, if he didn’t ever so slightly press the heel of his palm a little harder with every passing circle. you try to pull away from his grip, but he holds you tighter, nudging your chin up so he can kiss softly at the column of your neck.

“but you won’t let me get up, Shidou.” you hum quietly, shifting in his lap as he presses harder against your bladder. Shidou grins against your skin, pinching the flesh there between sharp canines to hear your hiss, to feel your hole clench against his lap, his hardening cock.

“I never said I was gonna let you up.” he chuckles, hips thrusting up ever so slightly, his bulge pressing right where you need him most. “just said to go ahead and relieve yourself.”

“but, there are people here? what if they see?” you whisper, despite the fact that you can barely hear yourself over the music and the other attendants of the party. Shidou shrugs, pressing more and more, his teeth feeling sharper, his tongue feelings wetter, his kisses feeling hotter against the thin flesh of your throat.

“you’re wearing all black anyway, and so am I. who’s gonna notice?”

Sae, you think to yourself, eyes flitting over to where the teal eyed man watches you with a seemingly knowing gaze. you swallow thickly and avert your eyes, shifting once more, feeling a trickle slide out of you without your control. you whimper, thighs tightening, but Shidou only rubs encouragingly against your thigh, shushing you with a too wide grin against your warm cheek as he kisses his way up.

“it’s okay, baby. go ahead and piss yourself in my lap. make a mess for me, yeah?” Shidou goads, forgoing the rubbing of your belly, insistently pressing on your bladder now, shameless. the only sound that leaves you is a pathetic whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as you can’t fight back anymore, and release yourself with a shudder.

you soak through your panties, the seat of your bottoms, all the way to Shidou’s throbbing cock. he’s not sure if the mess in his boxers is from how much he’s leaking precum, or your piss, but it makes his cock twitch, either way. he placates your whining with little kisses against your pouting lips, rubbing his thumb against your navel as you let yourself go all over him.

and when he pulls you up, you’re both dripping ever so slightly. nobody notices really, only sending you pitying looks when Shidou says he has to take you to his room because you’re not feeling so well. but you catch the way Sae looks from the spot where you two sat, and back to you, his gaze locked on your own and knowing. in your drunken haze, you almost think he smirks at you.

[limesquares]

some style tests of my guys :3

[barmadumet]

I did it. I went.

That’s me all the way in the back center; there was only nine of us, and that was nice. It was what I needed.

Bulleting my thoughts in this post really helped, and I appreciate everyone who offered insight 🥹 That also helped very much 🫂♥️

One thing in particular that really stuck with me was the suggestion to go in with a positive mindset. Yesss. I was worried about all these negative things that had the potential to trigger. So, I thought about what might make the experience more positive, and I remembered I had heard there were some theatres that had seats that vibrated to sound, and I thought that might make it more fun and different - and really put my focus on the movie and not allow for my brain to overwork.

Having that idea on the pros list, I was still thinking a lot about whether or not I wanted company, and when my husband told me he would be out of town for the first half of the week, my first thought was, “I can go see ROTS one night while he’s gone.” and it became apparent to me that this was something I wanted to do on my own.

So, I looked up showtimes, and discovered I would have to take off a couple of hours of work one afternoon in order to get the seat-vibrating experience… SOLD! Ditching work makes for a very positive approach 😂

And overall, it was indeed a positive experience 🥹

I was nervous going in. And I got really overwhelmed once the lights went out, and by the time the 20th Century logo appeared, I was crying lol. But then, I was ok! I was surprised how okay I was! (with the exception of having to go the bathroom twice 😫 I don’t have the same bladder I had 20 years ago)

Over the years, it has not been often that I’ve given this movie my undivided attention from start to finish, despite the DVD playing constantly. It was amazing to do that, and I was sucked in, just so invested in THEM - the characters that I love so dearly. I also thought about all the media I’ve consumed over the last 20 years that tied into this film so beautifully - the gap-filling novels, comics, and even fic! I also thought about some of the profound posts I’ve seen here over the years with exceptional character analyses and thought-provoking theories. All of these things made this theatre watch even more enjoyable than the first one; it was basically the coveted extended cut running through my mind simultaneously with the film. It was incredible, and by the time I got to the end, I was overwhelmed for different reasons from the ones when I had begun.

These weren’t the types of memories I expected to come into play, and when Padmé said, “There’s good in him,” I did think about that epiphany I had back when, but only in the aspect that I was SO unbelievable grateful for where my life is now, even taking all the recent hardships into account. Because I’ll always have this. And this has become something much more precious than I ever imagined, and I sobbed with overwhelmingly positive thoughts all the way until Luke made it to Tatooine.

(contented sigh) I have a new ROTS theatre memory now, and I am so glad I went ❤️‍🩹 I feel as if I’m ready to start playing it on repeat at home again. I believe I needed this reset. Clean slate! 🙌

I brought him, too; he’d never seen ROTS - he did good 🥰

[puppyboyknot]

bladder control scenario where a transmasc who uses a STP device to use urinals has his STP taken away by the bladder controller, and then is taken out to coffee and told he is only allowed to pee using urinals today even though they both know he can’t use a urinal without the STP. the dom/me takes him out for drinks after and keeps him out of the house for hours and hours as he gets more and more desperate, to the point where he is genuinely considering trying to use a urinal without his STP. by the end of the day he has a rock-hard bladder and has to loosen his belt, and is sweating and desperate to not wet himself. when they finally get home he is only allowed to piss standing up and has to straddle the toilet and try not to miss or he knows he’ll get punished

[bamboozled-distress]

replaying bsoup and why is this actually so insanely devastating, please akarsha stand up

[crunchsomebones]

I would like everyone to know that I just received my first ever packers, and I got them (unused) from a man's dead wife (who was a satanist) for free because we met at an emo night at a punk bar and I happen to be trans.

[kolechiart]

* it's easy to outsource security work to robot. what is a robot if it can't protect? and as such ezzy should be more mechanical as a treat. with how seriously they take their role as a protector them being a sentient camera isn't out of the question, always patrolling the hallways in a compulsive, militant march. they don't know much else. the iron curtain may lay shattered yet it still hangs heavy around their neck.

their vision makes them stuck to the night shift, rendered blind by bright lights. maybe that's what kept their presence hidden for so long, their figure always tangled in the darkness of the schools many abandoned corners. it's impressive really. standing at eight feet they aren't someone to miss but at a place like strange hill you learn to ignore shadows that talk back, especially ones that carry your voice.

it's how they earned their name, assigned ezzy from the few that know of them, lifted from the electrical buzzing that hangs off their jaw. their actual name, belwist howler, is only left as a footnote in history that has long since been forgotten. and that's how they prefer it stay.

[faggotpussy]

im looking into metoidoplasty and man. just imagine me with a cute little dick too small to pentrate. i would be so powerful

[lackeyhenchman]

S C E L E R I T A A A A A A A A A A A A A S !

[incorrectagathaallalongquotes]

Definitely not saying I’m stuck in London for a bit, but anyone have any places I should see around Camden?

[violentdick]

-source: Batman(1940) #16-

Weapon of Choice: Look, I understand that they tried to kill you both, but this seems a little excessive. I mean Bruce essentially has broken a ton of that man's bones, and both have made pooping impossible for quite a bit to the other two at this point.

[gay-bee]

Gonna start headcanoning Okarun from Dandadan as a trans man. Him and Turbo Granny just ignore the fact that his dick and balls are made of bundled up socks.

"Oh we saw him shirtless, where are his top surg-" boobs fell off cuz he ran too fast

[odeqaard]

once again i need bathroom sign makers to be less dramatic…… bc what is this supposed to mean

[i-want-it-all-or-nothing-at-all]

Why you should NOT purchase an STP device

This is advice for newly out transmasculine people, particularly ones who plan to use men's public restrooms. I've been out for 10 years, and I want to share my experience with the next generation. Here are some things I wish I knew when I first came out:

1. STPs can be expensive. They were more expensive when I first came out, but still, if you're a broke kid or broke young adult or broke anyone, you have to think carefully about what you spend your money on. When I came out, I was lucky enough to have fairly masculine women's clothes to wear, but some people buy a whole new wardrobe, including chest binders. You may spend money on changing legal documents, and that can cost hundreds or thousands of dollars depending on the document and the government you live under. Medical care may also be hundreds or thousands of dollars for you, depending on your insurance. Many companies who make STPs are also in the U.S., and if international shipping rates apply to you, that's an additional expense. If there's something you can go without, it's definitely an STP.

2. I had to buy half a dozen STPs before I found the right one for me, and this is very common. When you read through reviews, one common thing people say is "This is the best one I've tried so far" or "this is not as good as the one I already own." Also, I'm 5 foot tall, so I struggled to find something small enough to look natural, fit comfortably between my somewhat thick thighs, and hold enough liquid that I could use it without spills. If I had bought the right one the first time, I would have saved close to a thousand dollars. The reality is that you will probably have to buy multiples before you find the right one for you.

3. Plenty of cis guys use the toilet to pee and avoid urinals. The privacy is very nice to have. Having an STP is not likely to meaningfully help you pass if that's your primary reason for wanting one. Everyone's life is different, but I've personally never been in a situation where having something realistic would have helped me pass in front of cis men staring at my naked body, and even the most realistic (and expensive) ones aren't that realistic. Other than at the doctor's, I'm not in situations where I am naked in front of strangers, ever. But more importantly, my preferred STP would never allow me to pass. It's designed to be functional, not realistic, and in my experience, the ones that focus more on being functional are better. You'll be in situations where you want to be able to use it to pee much more often than situations where you want it to look realistic if your life is anything like mine. Get on hormone blockers early if you can, or on T early. It makes a huge difference.

4. On the topic of passing. I thought an STP would help me pass. I was desperate to pass. But the reality is that no one is staring at our crotches most of the time. The truth is that, unless you were genetically blessed, your chances of passing are low if you aren't on T in most circumstances. Even once you're on T, if your genetics aren't in your favor with how T will affect you, you won't pass well. It's a truth I'm still wrestling with, still trying to accept about myself. I hate making phone calls because my voice is too feminine. Building muscle helps, too. I have a chronic pain disorder and a condition where my knees are deteriorating from my use of them, so heavy exercise isn't possible for me. My hips are wide, my voice is high, and that's just how it is.

5. Peeing standing up is not all it's cracked up to be. Not for me, at least. Half the urinals I've peed at have had urine all over the floor. I'm also not very good at convincing my body, which has been trained for years to pee only sitting down, that peeing while standing is fine, actually. Not to mention, I never feel 100% empty when I pee standing up. Having to control your stream is also a pain. It takes me three times as long to pee as the cis men around me. I've learned to just deal with it, but early on, it made me feel like I stood out like a sore thumb. If your dysphoria is bad, the stress of doing something so public may worsen it for you.

Now, for those of you who can afford an STP comfortably and want to know what I use, it's the Flip-N-Tuck. It took some getting used to since the way you wear it is different from anything I had used before. I like that you can wear it with any underwear. I think the shape, size, and length of the urine cup are great. I wish the shaft could be a bit longer, but I think that would interfere with how it packs. Using it has a big learning curve, but not in the way other STP devices do. The positioning of the urine cup was super easy for me, but it might have to do with the fact that I've used so many other STP devices before this one. What is awkward about it is flipping it. It involves a lot of moving things around down there, which is why I prefer to use it when the urinals have a divider. It makes peeing take a bit longer, but it's worth it to me since I feel so confident I won't have any accidents with it. Confidence that I won't pee all over myself goes a long way to getting my muscles to relax so I can actually pee. However, my very favorite thing about the Flip-N-Tuck is that it doesn't go between my thighs. I find that way more comfortable with my thick thighs, though it would be even more comfortable if the balls were smaller or just nonexistent. I find their presence unnecessary.

However, the Flip-N-Tuck is $165 plus shipping on the FTM Essencials website, a very pretty penny for anyone on a budget. For a more budget friendly option that I also had no accidents with and fit between my thighs well enough, I recommend something like the Number One STP, which is $52 plus shipping on the same website. Rigid is always better for peeing if you ask me. The biggest issue with the Number One STP is that it's not at all like a packer. You're going to want it very between your legs because you'll look like you have a weird bulge. The thing is, rigid generally is better for peeing while softness is generally better for packing. That's the genius of the Flip-N-Tuck to me. It's rigid, but the flipping makes it still tuck well. Regardless, you may still not have $52 plus shipping to spare.

The TLDR is that there are so many better things you could spend your money on than an STP device. They are the farthest thing from an essential.