#this is insane to me i'm the most cis-looking man i know

[bixels]

im gonna be honest sir for the longest time i thought you WERE a beautiful butch lesbian on account of the multitudes of lesbian art and your attire in photos and your lack of pronouns that would suggest otherwise

Sorry to disappoint.

[cedarkiller]

I've been committing self harm by reading news about trans people and our care and riding a wave of dread and anxiety. I seriously just need to vent out.

I'm so tired of the impossible circle of negativity. If I'm non-conforming, that means I'm a man in a dress. If I'm conforming, that means I'm being misogynistic and replicating the patriarchy. If I speak up I'm silencing women. If I stay quiet I'm a groomer and a predator. I'm both stronger than any cis woman while also somehow being a failed weak male. I'm apparently spreading a social contagion while spending most days at home and having no real life friends. I apparently am mentally ill and need help but I'm also dangerous and should be killed off.

This summarizes the soup of negativity I keep seeing. I wish I could control myself from reading this, yet when you see a large crowd of people saying these things, don't you feel terrified? Any action I do is bad. Any action I do is dangerous. Even if I stood still and said nothing, I'd be a threat.

Do you know why I work carefully on my makeup, what I wear, what my figure looks like? Part of it is that I enjoy being feminine and pretty. Part of it is a fear that I'll be beaten up or killed when outside. I've been ganged up on outside before. I'm afraid for my own life. The bathroom thing is insane. I was so afraid of going to the restroom at some point that I held my pee in for 4 to 5 hours until I got home. I tried using a men's restroom and some men started being hostile towards me.

I'm afraid.

I'm scared.

I don't feel safe.

And all I get is conflicting messages of bigotry. Awful laws being passed. Literal Nazi organizations funding anti-trans research and sentiment just so I could stop existing. This is beyond evil. Beyond painful. It's scary! It's wrong!

I'm someone that can't talk to most people! I don't even register that people are around me. The world is less overloading when you have your earphones on and listen to music.

I'm physically weak. I'm an emotional wreck. I deal with anxiety. And I just want to be left alone. I want to spend my money on my pills, wear cute outfits, take nice selfies and share them with my friends. Maybe one day being with my friends and partner. That's my dream life. The life I'm striving towards.

What?

You expected more?

Some grand plan to enslave women?

To tell others how to live their life?

I haven't had much for most of my life. My transition is the first time I've felt accomplished. Felt like I fulfilled my only dream. I don't want money, a house or anything else. I don't even care about the stupid sex that these bigots are so obsessed about! I never asked to have these genitals!! My whole life has been suffering and mental problems, family problems, school problems and abusive employers. I.. I just want my quiet happy life where I get to be a beautiful woman. So.. why do so many people want to have me suffer more?

What did I ever do to these people that they relentlessly bully and harass me and others?

[llynwen]

hey I saw your tags abt reading the MM book too and I desperately need to hear abt it from more ppl that also shoved it up their ass. Thoughts?

oh brother you have no idea just how many thoughts i have about it.

i really didn't wanna read the book because i knew it was going to make me go insane, but then a friend of mine who i'm trying to force to watch the show (i beg of you martyna. it's so good) decided to get it for me for my birthday.

from the very first few fucking pages i was Perplexed, to put it lightly. i was expecting a light and breezy autobiography with some silly childhood anecdotes and maybe behind the scenes tea about the hollywood crowd. Instead i was served almost 300 pages of trauma dumping, philosophical ruminations and some very TMI info that i wish i never read. i rated this book 5/5 on goodreads btw.

the first thing that really knocked me on my ass was this (i'm ignoring the ketchup story i DON'T want to think about that)

this should've given me an idea about that kind of book this was gonna be. yet i continued on, blindly, thinking, okay maybe he just wanted to get that out there. more power to him. whatever. (not really).

then the motherfuckers starts explaining his little philosophy, the titular green lights, right? and i'm like, yeah. i agree. you're correct. but why did it take you 50 years to figure this out? i'm 24 and i've been living by this very logic for years. Anyways. i continue reading.

now, bro spends half the book trying to convince us his parents were NOT abusive. i disagree. i think he has stockholm syndrome. i hope he's in therapy. i don't wanna think about this either.

now, this is where i started catching on that he was lying to me. i know it took me an embarrassingly long time, but i was giving him the benefit of the doubt. the undead parrot and the 13 story tree house, however, was what made me go Wait A Damn Minute.

yeah, turns out this book isn't a memoir, it's a mix between a magical realism novel, a self help handbook and a philosophical treaty. served to you on really nice paper (i mean Really nice. i appreciate that) with important words in bold, italics or even sometimes in green (which i appreciate even more, since i am tragically dyslexic).

after establishing that all men do is, in fact, lie, i gained a different outlook on the whole thing (i swear i need to read it again, this time in full englit major mode, make some notes and dissect this thing like it's shakespeare).

i like how candid he is about kind of getting lucky with the whole famous thing. he really took that slutty slutty waist and peculiar bone structure of his and said I'm Gonna Make A Career Out Of This. good for him.

he is, however, just a man, and at the end of the day, you can really tell he sees the world through his privilege. the white straight cis christian rich and famous thing kinda sways him into obnoxious territory in some parts, and it had me seething with rage. like, i too would love to go hike through south america because it came to me in a dream. i'd looooove to go visit my favorite unknown artist in a country on the other side of the world. i was half hoping to read about a piranha biting his shlong off when he went skinny dipping in the motherfucking amazon. (un)fortunately, no dice.

the david and goliath story made me chuckle out loud. he makes it Just believable enough to make you think about it. i like being made to think.

the philosophics continue in the form of the single most cursed wall of chicken scratches i ever did see. i sat there, straining my eyes, trying to decipher this shit, and i'm pretty sure he was on something when he wrote it because all of this

could be summed up with "you've gotta leave your comfort zone to learn more about yourself and the world." suck my cock dude.

i Really like how he talks about his wife. but then again, when you look at her, there really isn't any other way of talking about her.

i mean. how the Fuck did his stinky ass pull this goddess. lucky bastard.

now, the 3ish pages where he talks about filming the show (which was the whole reason i even started reading) are criminally underwhelming. i was hoping for a sneak peak into that elusive 450 page manuscript (i will Steal your laptop matthew. watch out), but instead i got a one liner of him being like i wanna play rusty because he's the specialest little girl in the whole entire world and the producers going yeah fine. THAT'S IT. still mad about this, especially because after that he hits you with the love letter to new orleans. i mean be serious. he should Not be allowed to write shit like that.

to summarize, i think he might be a genius, or he might be insane. he is probably both. i want to shove this book up his ass for many reasons, for example him making me learn the names of his kids (i hate knowing things about celebrity kids. leave them out of this) or for making me agree with him. because i do. agree. I don't appreciate his continued efforts to convert me to christianity and i think he's disgustingly obnoxious in some places, but the truth is he has a real cool outlook on a lot of things and i'm very mad that i now respect this bastard for more than his acting skills. i would like to buy him a six pack and listen to him talk about it. i'd love to argue with him, too. i can recommend this book to everybody who feels like they need to experience some psychic damage and maybe an existentialist crisis alongside it. on Very Nice Paper.

[highwayorgantrade]

Live A Little

Pairing: (cis)female teacher!reader x Carlisle Cullen

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Smoking, cursing, bad jokes, reader is on that colt 45 (and some very minor sexual situations during that), SO MUCH RECKLESS DRIVING.

Spotify Playlist: Live A Little

Summary: It's common knowledge that one characteristic of the local doctor is his dedication to helping people. When he finds you stranded and inebriated in a parking lot, he helps you to have the night you wanted.

A/N: I'm so happy people liked Art History!! Let's see how long everyone can tolerate Carlisle until I have to write for another character lol. But I will be making a list as to the characters and topics that I'll write for and all that other fun stuff. BUT in the meantime here's this!

A/N pt. 2: GOD I AM SO SORRY IT'S SO LONG. (Also I put links for songs that I thought would fit the moment but they're not necessary for the story :). They're underlined, like this! )

You held your breath as you turned your key one more time, praying the ignition would catch. After a few sputters of your now-dead car, realization began to set in. It was late at night in the parking lot of a grocery store, you had nobody to call, and there was ice cream in the trunk.

Damn it! This was supposed to be night where you actually relaxed! It was a holiday weekend, all your papers were graded, bills were paid, and you had picked up a pre-roll from the dispensary in town. And now, you sat in a broken down car, your hopes for a good night melting away. Time to call a towing service. You shuffled through your bag to find your phone, and your fingers land on something small and plastic. A lighter.

Well? The tow service would take a while, even if you called right now. If you time this right, you can still be in a good mood by the time you get home. And really, who cares? People smoke in parking lots all the time.

You grabbed your zip-up and placed yourself on the hood of your car, facing the road. You know what would make this better? Music. This is all just character development. You lit the end of the roll as the music faded in, and inhaled deeply.

Time seemed to melt away, as you felt yourself begin to get lightheaded. You snubbed out the blunt and put it back into the case, swaying slightly. The face of your phone shined brightly when you picked it up. Damn, only 30 minutes?

"Pardon me?" Holy shit!

You whipped your head around, to see arguably, the most gorgeous man you have ever seen.

"Dr. Cullen." You responded, smiling at him. Was this actually happening? This is real. Doctor Cullen, local hero, generous father to God knows how many, and standing right in front of you. Did his lips just move? Shit! He asked you something! "I'm sorry, come again?" You shook your head like trying to shake out the distractions, and he cocked his head at you.

"I wondered if you were alright. By the looks of it, your car broke down." He clarified, and glanced towards your car, which now suddenly looks extremely inferior to his.

"I just, uhhh." You hopped off the roof of your car, hoping for an agile, or even cool landing. That did not happen. You balanced yourself and gestured towards your car. "Yeah. It died. I don't know anything about cars, so I was about to call someone." God, you were acting like such an idiot. You bit back a smile as you stared at each other, both trying to piece together the situation.

"Did you call them?" He asked, smiling gently at you. God, he probably thinks you're insane. Wait, did you call them?

"I don't think so." Your voice got quieter.

"You're the new teacher at the high school, right? Do you teach any of mine?"

"No, but I've seen them around school!" Okay, it was staring to get kind of cold. Or were those tremors? "I'm an art teacher."

"Ah." He smiled at you and glanced at his car. "Do you need a ride home?" You immediately shook your head.

"No! I wouldn't want to disturb your night, you probably have someone waiting on you at home." In all honesty, you didn't want to be in a car with him. How are you supposed to act normal? How are you supposed to act like a teacher?

"I only have my children waiting on me at home" He stepped closer to you. Was he reaching out for you? Holy shit, is he reaching for your waist? He was moving faster than your brain could comprehend, and then it was over. "And believe it or not, I think they'll survive." Something shiny flashed in his hand. Were those your keys? Those were your keys! He took your keys from your pocket!

"Seriously, Dr. Cullen, I don't want to impose-"

"Miss (Y/L/N), I could smell the marijuana as soon as I pulled into the parking lot, I will not leave you out here alone. So you can either get in my car, and I take you home, or we will both be waiting out here for a tow truck, which will definitely hinder my night even more." You caught his eyes once more, but this time, his eyes weren't soft and confused. They were determined, and maybe darker? He was right, you shouldn't stay here, who knows who else could come by? Carlisle opened the passenger door of his car.

"Okay." You sighed, and grabbed your bag off the trunk of your car. At this point, your high had disappeared, and you were ready to get home and salvage what you could of your night. Carlisle closed your door, and began to get your groceries transferred from your car to his. He got in next to you, and as soon as he turned the car on, you realized just how cold you were.

"So." He turned the radio up to where you could just barely hear it. "You live in the green house by Lake Pleasant, right?"

"Yes." You narrowed your eyes at him. "How did you know?"

He laughed quietly. "Word travels fast in a small town. May I ask you a question?" He glanced at you, and instantly, your stomach began too coil. wait, why are you nervous? Calm down. "Are you usually hanging outside of grocery stores smoking pot or is this a rare occurrence?"

"Absolutely rare." He just warned you that word travels fast, and while it is legal in Washington, that could still tarnish your reputation. "Pretty much never, it's just-" You sighed and rolled your eyes. "I just thought that I could have the first relaxing night since I moved here. It's been constant unpacking, grading, and now my stupid car broke down, so it's frustrating. I just thought I could try and save whatever nice night I had planned." You ended with a huff. "Oh! And there's more!" You turned in your seat fully to look at him. "I was going to get some ice cream, roll down the windows, scream my favorite song, have a fucking bubble bath! And smoke a blunt because lord knows more people should!"

Yikes. Okay. That came out of nowhere. Maybe you were still a little high.

"Alright, then. Take my phone." Carlisle kept his eyes trained on the road, but handed you his unlocked phone. "It's connected to the car, roll down the window and play whatever you want."

"Are you serious? That wouldn't be... weird or anything?" I mean, you were still the teacher of his kids.

"It's not weird unless you think it's weird. Self-care is very important, and frankly, I planned to have Emmett fix your car for you so you didn't have to worry about a mechanic." As he explained his plan, your eyes just widened, and a dumb smile made its way onto your face. "Also, it's 11:00 at night on a Saturday. You're not at work right now, so we're just two adults helping each other out." He finished on a smile.

"How am I helping you out?" You questioned, looking up from his phone.

"With your absolutely delightful company." He rolled down the passenger window from his side, so you didn't get a chance to respond before the wind and the sound of the rushing car filled the silence.

Fine. You don't know why, but not given the choice to argue with him made you spiteful. If Carlisle wants to play games, you can play games. It's on, Dr. Cullen.

As the song began, you turned your torso towards Carlisle, and leaned your head out the back of the window, mouthing along. As your hair blew in the wind, your eyes were drawn up to the stars, and you felt a rush to your head.

You smiled, and began to really get into the song, completely forgetting about whose car you were in. You were more focused on how the cool air felt on your face, and how the forest smelled after it rained. More of your torso rested on the windowsill, and you began singing along. Loudly. Should you make this more fun?

"Are you a good driver?" You shouted at Carlisle, praying he would hear you over the wind and the music. He glanced at you and his eyes widened a bit.

"I've never been pulled over." He shouted back.

"Arrested?"

"No."

"Chased by cops?" You took off your seatbelt, just noticing that Carlisle never put his on.

"...Not really." Ooh, did he just hesitate? Something to explore later. Whatever. That was good enough for you, and you grinned at him. "What are you planning?" You don't know if it was the adrenaline of Carlisle speeding, the leftover pot in your system, your imagination, or a combination of all of them, but you grabbed onto the top of the open window, winked at him, and leaned half of your torso out of the car as the next song started.

You felt a cold hand grip your knee, and you jumped slightly. Yikes, you knew doctors had cold hands, but this is unreasonable. Carlisle removed his hand when you jumped.

"Please be careful!" He shouted at you, but you knew he was still speeding.

"Live a little!" You shouted back, and the sound of his laugh was clear as day to you, despite the volume of the radio and the wind in your face. His hand found your knee again, this time a little higher, and when you looked down at him, he simply shrugged and smiled at you.

"Live a little!"

Dickhead. You hung your head back and tried to focus on the lyrics, not on the doctor's hand that you swore was moving. It definitely felt like it, but you didn't want to look down and check, because what if he wasn't? No, it definitely was. You sighed deeply, knowing the sound would be lost. There was no way he was doing this on accident, or for protection anymore. Agonizingly slow, his hand continued, until he just barely grazed the apex of your thighs. You were so focused on his grip, so focused on doing whatever it took to keep him there, that you barely noticed the car slowing down. Carlisle turned the radio down and lightly tapped your inner thigh.

"Is this you?" He looked pointedly at the dark green house planted not far off the road. As you dropped back into your seat, Carlisle rolled the windows up, and the energy in the car was suffocating. He said nothing, and the absence of blaring music was slightly jarring. You risked a glance at him, and the hand that was once so close, was now resting on his face, like he was posed a complicated question.

Okay, compose yourself. The car rolled to a stop in your driveway, and you began to wonder if you had just imagined everything: everything he said to you, every time he touched you, and Carlisle's continued silence didn't help your train of thought.

"Thank you for the ride, Dr. Cullen." You spoke, your voice sounding insanely loud, and you cursed yourself for cutting the silence. That's your cue. Get out. You opened the door, and in the span of 5 seconds, images flooded your head of avoiding him at all costs. Oh God, this was going to be awful. Did any of that even happen? What if I need to go to the hospital? The next closest hospital is a 3 hour drive, and there was no way you would ever pay for an ambulance.

The sound of his door opening and slamming shut cut through your thoughts, and you barely had time to turn around before he was in front of you, his face just inches from yours.

“Please.” He breathed out softly, “Please tell me to go home.” His breath on your face made you feel drunk, and your hands found their grip on his bicep, grounding you. “Just tell me that and I’ll leave.”

You definitely didn’t want him to leave. Carlisle brought his head next to yours, lips just barely grazing your ear. His hands rested on your hips, and you found your voice.

"But I really don't want to."

You felt his hand on the side of your neck, thumb lifting your face to his. You felt your back being pressed into the cold door of his car, the force of his kiss pushing you back.

He was rough, way rougher than you expected. The sweet man that helped you in the parking lot was gone, replaced by the man that had you pressed against a car, a bruising grip on your hip. You felt your heart speed up, and Carlisle chuckled lowly at you.

Ah, you got it. You were still playing a game. Testing each other's limits. You smiled into your kiss, and allowed your hands to travel up into his hair, giving it what you thought was a rather strong pull into you. A low groan emitted from his throat, and it only encouraged you even more. Instinctively, you rolled your hips into his. Carlisle's hand pushed your hips back into his car, away from his.

What? Why? No! You whined, but couldn't fight his hold.

"You mentioned wanting one more thing tonight." His voice was low, but it was louder than ever.

"What was that?" You groaned, not really focusing on what he was saying, but on how good his touch felt.

"You wanted a bath. I could help."

You pulled away, and stared at him. Was he insinuating... The slight smile on his face told you that, yes, he absolutely was. Now would be the perfect time for a witty response, but you just... You couldn't think of one.

"Please help me." Okay, you knew you sounded desperate, but that's exactly what you were. You were desperate for him, desperate to do whatever it took for him to continue what he was doing.

"You need my help? He smiled down at you, grazing a thumb over your cheek. Asshole. Was he looking for you to beg? Fine. You could play like this. You reached up to his hand that was on your face and interlocked your fingers with his. Your eyes never left his as you slowly slid his hand down, past your chest. Carlisle's jaw clenched, and you could see the tension settle in his face.

You were definitely winning. When you guided him to your waistband, his hand flexed under yours, and curled into a fist.

"Please." He growled under his breath. "Please don't make me have to take you against a car."

Your stomach jumped, but you continued despite your nerves.

"Still have my keys?"

Carlisle pulled them out of his pocket, and the slightest smile made its way onto his face. God, how could he be so cute and so devastatingly hot at the same time?

"Good." You sidestepped out of his grip, and began walking toward the front door of your house, leaving him behind. "Are you coming?" You called behind you. "I really want to get in this bath!" Your fingers hooked under your shirt and you turned to beam at his dumbstruck face. The shirt quickly came off over your head, and you threw it at him. "Live a little."

His strides towards you were fast, quick, and intimidating, and paired with the glare he had locked on you, downright deadly. Carlisle didn't even slow down as he wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you with him. He made quick work of unlocking your front door, and pulled you toward him one more time.

"Do you know," His voice was rough, and it went straight to your core. "Of the plans that I have for you? What I want to do to you?"

Holy fuck. He backed you into the doorway, and let the door shut behind him, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Fuck the ice cream.

[keybladespirit]

3x3 of Characters I Headcanon as Cis Men

(And a few quick justifications as to why.) (An exercise in reframing transness as a default identity.)

Joker: I should be clear, Joker is a teenager so I'm not pushing this identity onto such a young person. However, his being an outsider and trying his best to keep his head down to avoid ruffling feathers feels a lot like when I was experimenting with cisgenderism around his age, except he seems to gain a lot of confidence . Maybe he's also just experimenting, but I feel like for now we should respect the identity that he's trying to present.

Light Yagami: Some might say that only a trans woman would be smart enough to get as far as Light did, but only a cis man would want to do something as insane as murdering every criminal, and have such a god complex to think he deserves that power.

Fortnight Zavala: This might be my most controversial pick. Yes we all know the actual Commander Zavala is a normal man, but Fortnight is such a wacky and wild crossover universe that it only makes sense they'd make a weird change like making him cisgendered for no reason.

Kiryu Kazuma: Most boys have at least a few woman role models growing up, but Kiryu seems to have only ever had Kazama, a man, as his lifelong role model. 'm only on Yakuza 3 so I guess this is more like a prediction than a headcanon for now, but given the story of the series I doubt there's gonna be a "Kazuma Kiryu comes out as cis" moment. It would be very weird if they made a reveal like that instead of just leaving it as subtext.

Hatsune Miku: Self explanatory.

Emperor Palpatine: Only a cisgendered man could be that evil. Come on.

Mumen Rider: Idk he just kinda has cboy swag.

Joker: This one is practically text, but it's not actually revealed so we're left to speculate anyway. The plot of Joker, if you read into it just a little, really feels like a cisgender coming out story and it's a powerful look into what that experience of questioning your whole reality might be like.

Roxas: This is actually less about Roxas and more about Sora. Sora is very well written as a hero's journey protagonist and part of that entails walking the line of being an everyman and being a defined character. Roxas, on the other hand, is very distinctly not that. He is both an outsider and someone who at first is defined solely in relation to someone else. I can't speak to the experiences of cisgenders, but I feel like there's really something that Roxas has in common with them, based on the experiences my cis friends have described to me about how they figured themselves out.

[amateur-art-critic]

Assigned TERF by trans women (or; we should teach people about Occams Razor)

So this is a new development. I got accused of being a TERF for writing this on a post I reblogged:

So I'm a TERF because I think TMA/TME as terms have set back trans solidarity? Because I think TMA and TME just reinvent the gender binary? That's TERF-y to you?

Sure.

But there's more; OP decided to comment as well;

Me when I'm not a TERF

Yes, that is the point of my blog. To hate TERFs. Because I was harassed by TERFs at one point.

and then her pinned is signaling how opposed to radfeminism [she is].

Radfems/gendercrits/TERFs are the same breed and I use the terms synonymously. There's nothing more to it.

bitch your header has a play on the terfs term TIM.

Yes, because I was trying to co-opt their language to piss them off. @/butchbarbieagainstterfs was the one to introduce me to the concept of using FIT, Feminist Identified Transphobe, as an alternative to TERF.

And if anything, it's a play on TIF (trans identified female), because it uses the exact same letters as FIT.

Your entire blog is predicated on transfem exclusionism

No it's fucking not? Never have I excluded transfems and trans women. I focus on transmasc and trans men's issues because they fucking apply to me.

This is the most "i like pancakes"/"so you hate waffles?" argument ever.

you ain't slick

Neither are you.

Then @/june-egbert-official decided to add onto OPs reblogs with an "analysis" of my bio, from the view of me being a TERF;

"Shrödinger's Woman" - Shrödinger's Cat was a thought experiment of being unable to measure something without investing it [...] - in other words they want to be allowed to look at your junk.

Or, maybe, we Occams Razor this: maybe I am both a woman and not a woman. You won't know unless you ask, but everyone always assumes and argues I'm one or the other.

In other words: I'm fucking nonbinary, you dumb fuck. I'm not a woman and I am also not not a woman, because I'm also not a man. And saying I'm "Shrödinger's Woman" is a subtle nod to TERFs assuming I'm either a cis woman, a trans man (who they see as women) or a trans woman (who they see as men, but I don't) when I argue with them.

I don't think I have ever in my life seen a more bad faith argument.

Aforementioned TIF as a play on TERFs TIM shit.

Well, if you knew anything about TERF lore outside them targeting trans women and transfems, you would know that "TIF" is already a term coined by gendercrits for trans men and transmascs.

I recognize that it's probably just a spelling mistake, but I just want to clarify in case it isn't. But, if it is;

But I digress.

Actively calling out where TERFs should go.

Or, and bare with me here, I want TERFs off of Tumblr. That's literally what I say in that sentence in my bio! Can you not read between the lines when I call TERFs an "invasive species" and how they "cause an imbalance to the tumblr ecosystem"?

Tumblr is the only social media left that I feel safe on and I don't want TERFs to poison it for me. So I would rather send them to an echo chamber of equally insane people than to other popular social media.

Just how much bad faith do you have to read my bio with to jump to this conclusion?

Calls themself a female pink and purple toed tarantula (generally considered "feminine colors, for what that's worth) [...]

...I just fucking like purple and pink. And I like spiders.

As for the "female" part, I'm literally just stating the sex I was assigned at birth. I may be female, but that doesn't mean I'm a woman.

Once again; Occams Razor.

[...] and, probably at least a little tangential, they become aggressive against males this time of year.

That's not tangential, it's just straight up wrong. Not the spider facts, but that you think that it's implying I'm aggressive towards males because I have a female spider motif. It's not symbolic of anything other than that I like spiders and that I was assigned female at birth.

To end this, I would just like to ask both @/june-egbert-official and @/0w0tsuki, in the small chance either of you are stalking my blog and reading this; Why did you think I was a TERF? Do you just see all AFABs who disagree with you as gendercrit radfems?

Or was it because I believe that transandrophobia is real you see me as a TERF? Because I can't find any other reason as to why you would call me a TERF other than the fact that I'm nonbinary transmasc and I disagree with trans women.

[thebigfudanshi]

So this is a really stupid idea for an origin. Bite me if you make fun but all the rest a yas (like one person) can keep on if you'd like to. You can skip to the part in brackets for all RAE but there's an explanation for Dook's behavior in my idea below this.

So I have a poodle, this comes into play. So my dog, Phoebe, she acts completely normal around me, and for the most part the rest of the family. She gets a little excited to see her human "grandparents" but nothing too bad.

But... Here's the thing. Everybody in my house is under 5'6 and we're all AFAB. So we all have quite feminine voices still. Whenever cis men come in the house, I've seen this with three people, Phoebe goes insane. The first issue with that is peeing everywhere but that's not gonna pertain to my idea. But whenever someone, say my best friend comes over, she gets super excited, and she runs over and she pees, yes, but what catches my eye is how her floppy ears slick back, and her tail goes crazy, and she gets all haunched and stuff and she'll even sit down despite, the mess, just to get smaller. My best friend is literally like, 5'9, he is goddamn massive to me (5'3) If the guy makes even a little movement that isn't slow and calm as much as he tries, she freaks out and she runs off and continues the mess.

I know exactly what the behavior is. It's submission. Normal dog stuff for her, it's something I'm working on with positive training.

(Okay here's the RAE part)

I feel kinda terrible I wanna do that to Dook. Like not me doing it specifically, but I wanna like. Write it. Beach Bear is tall as shit, yeah? So is my best friend. You see where I'm going?

My idea is that it's around whenever Dook would've joined. I imagine he's the last to join because he was drawn as dingo in certain showbiz pictures and a mug or two with his beta design. Anyway, if he was the last to join, I could honestly imagine he found the gig in a damn newspaper, or one of the group walked up to him like "you look like you play drums. You play drums?" And he's like "aww yeah I play some slamming drums." And Fatz I guess is just like "cool, come play and we'll see."

So Dook like, walks into the place where they record, and he's getting introduced like "that's Mitzi. Touch her and you die." And little Mitzi's already making herself comfy with Dook by like, petting him or something like kids (11 yr olds?) Would do. And Rolfe's all snarky with his meeting cause that's just his default demeanor, and I feel like that's where Dook and Rolfe would start a friendly canine rivalry. He remeets fatz under his own description as the leader, all puffing out his suit coat. And Billy bobs all nice and sweet and takes his hand to greet him like he did all the others like "great to meet our new drummer." And he picks up Choo Choo's little hand cause he's holding him, and Dook takes his tiny hand to shake because mans adores kids, And Dook's all caught up with the rest of them and meeting people, and he's seen Billy Bob so, here's all the band.

And then Fatz points literally a foot to his side and hes like. "Oh yeah, and that's Beach Bear." And Dook turns to him, like to his leg essentially and he's like. "Yo I thought you had weird decoration skills. You name em too?" And Beach Bear like, whacks an ear like "I am very alive."

And Dook looks up at him and he's met with the single tallest mf he's ever seen in his life, and he just, goes completely submissive because 'Jesus Christ that's not weird decoration?' And then 'oh my god I've been standing next to someone and ignored them for like ten minutes' and also 'HOLY FUCK THATS A BIG BITCH!'

So Dook's like mentally devolving and at the same time he's unconsciously like, trying to look smaller, and his ears are like, swaying all wonky cause they can't figure out whether to cower back or bounce around like mad, and they slick back, and he's all wagging and confused and hunching into himself but he's literally smiling like crazy and Beach Bear's like 'Dude, you look like youre gonna throw up, are you getting vertigo just lookin' at me?' And he's all joking and flirty because he deals with this with every new person he meets, and Dook's like "nah I'm getting butterflies just lookin' at cha what the fuck? How??? You are massive! Oh my god you're amazing. Amazing tall!" Just waving at his fucking everything cause hes GIGANTIC. And I feel like Dook's gotta have a thing for tall people, because he dated a pitbull and those are definitely bigger then cavaliers/beagles and I hc he loves poodles too because 80s and jgjhebdigns

Basically Dook falls head over heels instantly and he's doing the whole run and dance of the submission thing (minus the gross parts), and I feel like ROLFE would be the one to point it out. Because he's a bit of an ass sometimes, but I also feel like Rolfe knows everything about wolf/dog mannerisms specifically to not get caught doing them. So he'd point it out like "Did you seriously not see him? That's the first thing I saw when I came in. Are you gonna start freaking out when I stand next to you too?" Cause Rolfe's like 6'0 and Dook goes all indignant, crossing his arms. "I saw him! And I thought he was a lamp. Big deal. I'm not freaking out. Youre the one whos- staring." And he like, grabs his tail cause it's swinging like crazy but he keeps fuckin missing it and Rolfe's smirk just progressively smears wider and Dook's going red cause he can't grab his goddamn tail and now Beach Bear's looking at him funny and he just gives up, stamps a foot and crosses his arms and he's like "I don't appreciate how I'm being treated."

And Billy Bob starts laughing and he puts an arm on Fatz shoulder. "He's gonna fit right in, don't you think?" Fatz says and Billy bobs nodding like, "yeah, he's gonna get right under Rolfe's shirt like the other two." And he's pointing between Dook, beach and Mitzi who have kinda crowded on one side, and they're devolving into fucking with Rolfe and Rolfes fucking with them back, and Mitzi's like, switching between hurling words at Rolfe to visciously question Dook and he doesn't have time to answer any of them because she's swapping like a multitask queen, And Looney Bird pops out his can blazing drunk like "WHOOOO ROCKAFIRE EXPLOSION!"

and that's how the origin goes ppbt.

[gonegrove]

ooh a Heather headcanon I’d love to hear your take on is transfemme Heather 💕

now that's a vibe i can get into. ironically i've been seeing heather (and a lot of the other girls tbh) as cisfem bc in my brain i do a lotta non-cis stuff generally so it's actually Novel for people to like... just be cis to me lol. like i do 43574398534953489 variations in my head and read various queer versions bc it's Good Food and when i finally get to posting myself i'm like "wait-- novel concept-- i make them cis. bc that's the thing LESS people are actually." (<- insane queer logic from the gay echo chamber)

but like i can See This i can Vibe This. heather to me is one of the few characters who you couldn't sell me on being really any kinda masc. like i'm more inclined to see and vibe on say, a transmasc chrissy variation than a heather. but transfemme works well for heather. she's got Femme Energies and so long as they're present in a depiction of her the world is your oyster. like i think say, transwoman!heather and it serves to me contrapoints energies which i love. she would explain like, the evils of capitalism in full beat, a pearl necklace and drinking campaign while in a tub full of milk, a lush bathbomb and rose petals.

it would also add in a LOT of turmoil for her at home tho since her dad's a misogynist and her mom's checked out from dealing with him for at minimum 17ish years. like feeling feminine but living in a house were you KNOW even LOOKING at Girl Stuff™ is gonna get you shit and hearing constantly this degrading shit about women/femininity/anything associated with either while like, that's everything you connect with would be so damaging to her psyche rip.

god this is unleashing my love tho of men/amab ppl who're aggressively feminine dfkgjhkfd. heather being the nuriko from fushigi yuugi of hawkins. not a man, not a woman, not a transwoman but a Secret Fourth Thing (too beautiful to be contained and objectively more good looking in a dress than any of you). amab!heather who gets into glam rock just so they can have an excuse to grow their hair out and wear make up and cute little outfits. who TOTALLY joins the cheerleading team to "get girls" and not bc they're you know, REALLY PUMPED ABOUT CHEER!!!! (and also yes-- to get girls. it can be 2 things). who joins the swim team so they can shave in peace(it's aerodynamics bro!) (also they're just VERY competitive dfgfd).

they're the queen of hair and makeup and give all the best manicures. just really enjoys the variety in women's fashion and style and laments how guys really only get like, 3 things to pick from. is living the most fucking mission impossible back flipping thru the alarm lasers lifestyle to be masc enough they don't get kicked out, degraded or get the shit kicked out of but also find ways to be who they wanna be and express it as often as possible (bc like we gotta be realistic -- it's rural indiana in the 80s). guys trying to rag on them and calling them a fag n shit and they clap back with "and i'm STILL hotter than you AND your girlfriend put together and she'd ABSOLUTELY wanna fuck me!" (they're 100% accurate about this too lol).

[coffeeinthelibrary]

Bitch, so you're okay with disgusting pedos in the women's bathrooms because of your so called rights and feelings? Where there are little girls? You make everything about yourselves, God forbid if anyone doesn't follow this fucked up cult like mentality of yours, you target them and attack them in mobs just because they don't want fucking disgusting creepy pedos like you near children. You're the one who needs to take a bloody biology lesson, you probably know how many genders there are but I highly doubt you know basic biology yourself, otherwise you wouldn't be spewing nonsense like this

hey so I don't know why I got this ask or what it relates to BUT I wanted to say as a disclaimer that I'm cisgender I'm just a trans ally, and also I got a 9 at Biology GCSE :) don't worry about my biology knowledge its more than adequate (you're giving American vibes so to clarify a 9 is the highest GCSE grade in the UK). since you're too chicken to remain anonymous and would rather spew hatred at a minor (yes I'm a minor), I thought I'd clarify things about myself.

I would love to unpack this ask. firstly "so called rights" is an INSANE phrase - you're basically admitting to denying people rights

secondly about the whole pedos thing - I hate to break it to you, but cisgender women can be pedophiles too. a close friend of mine was groomed by a cisgender woman. if you really cared about protecting little girls, you would look to other ways to ensure their safety from anyone, rather than targeting a minority group

and to come to the biting point of why your argument is stupid - cisgender men can just walk into women's bathrooms too. there's no security. there is nothing stopping them. the whole argument that it's "unsafe" to allow trans women into women's bathrooms in case cis men use it to prey on people is bullshit simply because if I decide to walk into a men's bathroom in my most feminine outfit there is nothing stopping me (and I've done so before when there was a long queue for the women's). my parents divorced so as a kid if my dad was in charge of me and i needed to pee I had to go into the men's bathrooms. as a little girl. it's not a total absurdity to see people in a bathroom that doesn't match their gender, so your argument that it's dangerous for trans women to use women's bathrooms? it makes no sense, when just last week i saw a cis man using the women's bathrooms simply because he got them mixed up.

if you're gonna be transphobic, realistically there's little I can do to change your beliefs, but the whole bathroom argument? just cut the crap. someone using the bathroom isn't putting anyone in danger. so not only do you claim to protect "little girls" by attacking a minor on the internet (good job on that one), but you also have a shitty argument. the only danger is you

[karofsky]

This week marks two years of being an out trans man and in my day to day I haven't like, felt the need to Enforce My Male Presence because I have yet to start medically transitioning-- something that is def not necessary to be trans but I'm personally someone who is like... I don't have major dysphoria most of the time and I understand I'll be misgendered by strangers because when I look in the mirror I still can see the former cis girl I was. It's sad sometimes because it's NOT who I am and it does feel invalidating on occasion, but damn I also came out in a pandemic and shit was crazy so I'm barely getting used to being out and about in general anyway

But HOO BOY you really just. You really see the worst in cis gay men when you come out. I knew it was there but the last few years have really driven it home. Even when I eventually start transitioning, I know that the more I change physically the more I'll have to deal with it, and that's even WORSE. Like right now I get noses turned up because I'm woman-passing, but when I'm masc'd up in the future? When cis gays will likely start being attracted to me, a male, only to immediately stick their tongues out and plug their ears after finding out that, god forbid, this man has a WHOLE vagina? Absolutely insane. I can't wait to be mad constantly.

[mongrel-mage]

Something that I wish I'd known about before starting testosterone was how differently I would feel socially. While I could talk about what happens now that I pass and whatnot, what I specifically mean is the emotional downsides of being perceived as male re: my relationship with other people. Growing up being socialized as female, I took for granted the amount of physical affection I was free to give and receive. I could greet my friends with a hug. We could lean against each other, link arms, hold hands, fix each other's hair or clothes or a hundred other little touches that nonetheless conveyed emotional closeness. There was so much platonic affection that I never thought about. It was the same with family members. I could hug them, cuddle against them, express the need for affection.

I almost never get hugged anymore, not unless I ask for it, and more often than not it is assumed that I'm only doing so because there is something wrong. I've had my grandparents ask me if it was still okay for them to hug me, to kiss me on the cheek. I don't feel like I can hug my friends as a greeting or a farewell for the fear of being seen as Less Of A Man. What used to be an oasis of human contact is now a void. Not only that, but think about how often women/femme people are able to compliment each other. "You're so pretty," "you look great," "love that color on you," and so many other things. When I presented as female, I was the recipient of compliments from friends, family, sometimes people I didn't even know. That hasn't happened a single time since I transitioned.

The only sort of emotional and physical affection a man is socially allowed to receive is from an intimate partner. Nobody else, or you're somehow Less Of A Man, you're perceived as gay, you're called any variety of shitty things.

Masculinity includes emotional starvation. There is a great post that I'll link that talks about this more eloquently than I can, and I want to give credit where it's due (will include a transcript below the cut).

Does this mean that I regret my decision to transition? Absolutely not. Does it mean that I wish I was still perceived as a woman? Hell no. But the potency of this loneliness took me by surprise, and I think that it's something that we need to talk about more.

[Tumblr user skaldish]: Still bothered by the US cultural idea that men can only be non-romantically intimate with one another in war-like or competitive circumstances.

[Tumblr user skaldish]: I'm pretty quiet about the fact that I'm a transman usually, but holy shit I need to tell you about the culture shock I'm going through because it's blindsiding me.

There's a huge sense of social isolation that comes with being perceived as male, because now people are subconsciously treating me as a potential predator. All strangers, no matter their gender, keep their guard up around me.

It made me realize that there is no inherent camaraderie in male socialization as there is in female socialization--unless, of course, it's in very specific environments. And the fact that I don't amnbiently experience this mutual kinship in basic exchanges anymore is an insanely lonely feeling.

You know how badly this would have fucked up my mind if I had grown up with this?

[Tumblr user skaldish]: It's 4:30 am and I'm mourning the loss of a privilege I didn't even know I had.

[Tumblr user skaldish]: Anyway, I'm going to figure out how to navigate this. Don't know how yet, but I'm gonna.

[Tumblr user azaloset, in a comment]: If you figure it out, can you share your insights? This is a fundamental as to why I'm in the closet.

[Tumblr user skaldish]: Absolutely, because it's an extremely sticky issue.

Frankly, this is something I would've never understood without living the experience.

It's now blatantly clear to me that most cis men probably experience chronic emotional malnutrition. They're deprived of social connection just enough for it to seriously fuck with their psyches, but not enough for them to realize it's happening and what's causing it.

It's like they're starving, but don't know this because they've always been served 3 square meals...except those meals have never been big enough.

This deprivation comes from all sides of the aisle, by the way.

In the case of women: When I'm out in public and interact with women, all of them come across as incredibly aloof, cold, and mirthless. I have never experienced this before even though I know exactly what this composure is--the armor that keeps away creepy-ass men.

As someone who used to wear it myself, I know this armor is 100% impersonal. Nobody likes wearing it, and I can say with absolute certainty that women would dump the armor in favor of unconditional companionship with men if doing this didn't run the risk of actual assault. (Trust me when I say women aren't just being needlessly guarded).

But I only have a complete understanding of this context because I've experienced female socialization. If I hadn't, I would've thought this coldness was a conspiracy against me devised by roughly half of the human population. Even now, with all that I know about navigating the world as a woman, I'm failing to convince my monkey-brain that this armor isn't social rejection.

And as for male socialization? Again, it seems taboo for a ma to be platonically intimate with men for reasons I have yet to fully understand, but I think it boils down to a) the fact society teaches boys that it's not okay to be soft with one another, and b) garden-variety homophobia. Our media only shows men being intimate with one another when they're teamed up against a dire situation, and I'd bet real money it's a huge reason why men gravitate toward activities that simulate being teamed up against an opposing force.

But men are not machines of war. Yes, testosterone absolutely gives you Dumb Bastard Brain, but that just makes you want to skateboard a wagon down a hill or duct-tape your friend to the wall, not kill someone.

The human species looks so much colder standing from this side.

I can see how men might convince themselves that their feelings of emotional desperation is personal weakness as opposed to a symptom they're all experiencing from White Imperialism. Because this human connection, this frith, is as essential for our wellbeing as water is.

So sick. How sick. I want to destroy this garbage.

[bassiter2]

i know objectively that 165 votes is a VERY small sample size in the scheme of things but god literally only ONE other person selecting the option that i did... and that being the lowest voted option other than one that (very surprisingly tbh) has had 0 votes so far..... i wanna hope that things will look different in a week's time after it's spread a lot further but i had to expect this. like it makes sense given the way this website is but still. shit. it feels silly to say but goddamn even the gay transmascs really just do not care about penis anymore. and there's nothing inherently wrong with any individual person not caring but it seems INSANE to me that that's the norm now?? like the "i don't have any desire to have a penis" option is by far the most popular so far. yeah, wanting to wear one but not being able to is the second most, but that still lets me know the sheer amount of people who just don't find having a penis intuitive. i'm the most "cis" trans man i've ever met and yes i absolutely have a bit of a superiority complex about it, but it's also incredibly lonely, and i was thinking maybe i'm just biased toward the negative but no, i was right. there's almost no one like me around anymore. all the other trans men have dropped the binary or added a /they to their bio or embraced b**p***y or whatever and it's just me now. and i know this sounds insane and half transphobic but all i'm actually saying is god i'm fuckign lonely and every day my ocd tells me i'm only even still like this bc i'm too stubborn to accept a more *enlightened* way to be and i thought making the poll might help but it's not. i know i should just not be on the fucking genderfuck boypussy website but twitter is the same and instagram fucking sucks for content. i need to just be in the woods. with a penis

[rottendecomp]

Every time I hear people say "Go talk to queer people irl" I think about the GSA that was at my high school because oh my godddd 😭 You could not PAY me to talk to them. I didnt really interact with them all that much, but I was in choir with some of them. They'd sit in a group near me, and I would listen in- if I didn't have earbuds I'd have no choice. Loud people.

But the amount of he said/she said inane bullshit that they'd pass back and forth was insane. Like the stupidest most meaningless petty drama. I can hardly even come up with examples it was so... nothing. Picture "starting drama in the Steven Universe gc" type things.

Not to mention, one of the only times I did interact with some of the leaders they looked at me like a freak 💀 IDK WHAT I EVEN DID BRO. We were talking and I was trying to be nice and make friends and they said something about gender and I was like "haha between you and me I'm more on the man side myself" or some other phrase indicating I'm not cis and they were kind of like...erm... k. I don't know how else to describe it other than subtle (yet obvious) judgment and disgust. It wasn't like a cis thing either, they were some of the only other trans people at my school that I knew about. Like goddamn fuck this I'm just going back in the closet, bye I GUESS.

Yeah whatever talking to LGBT people irl is good blah blah blah WHATEVER I know I have friends BUT. Some people you meet are going to suck asssssss and bring that toxic garbage into the real world. Don't talk to those mfs!! Waste of time!!

[descent-of-stars]

Can I have ummm actually I couldn't figure out who the main characters are by looking in the tags so can I just have all of them for the character profile thing? But if I must pick then maybe Juvius? That's the LI right? Gimby *grabby hands*

Hey Eff, thanks for the ask and sorry it took me soooo long to get to ahdjfjgjgkg I'm literally terrible at keeping this blog afloat :') but anyway! Here is the man of the hour himself<3

Full Name: Juvius Harven

Gender and Sexuality: cis -ish and gay

Pronouns: he/him

Ethnicity/Species: Black & Spanish / gentry/fae

Birthplace and Birthdate: Born in the Court of Blades, probably a home birth tbh. June 28

Guilty Pleasures: fizzy drinks and he loves to dance in secret and talk to his plants

Phobias: Apiphobia, fear of disappointing others/not being useful

What They Would Be Famous For: if he wrote a book it would be Exquisite and he would get insanely popular but only after his death

What They Would Get Arrested For: taking the fall for a friend

You Ship Them With: still working on it, there's tons of good choices 🤔

Most Likely To Murder Them: his sister 😅

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: books probably mystery and nonfiction tbh! movie wise, romcoms for sure

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: the butler did it

Talents and/or Powers: lightening affinity, manifesting a plant affinity, and he's great at blocking others magic, aka counter magic.

Why Someone Might Love Them: he's nothing if not kind and supportive. Also he's awkward and it's v endearing.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: he's very passive and doesn't always take sides even when he should and

How They Change: he grows into himself quite a lot through out the story! Accepts his powers, works hard for what he wants, gets over his parents disapproval, etc. I'm v proud of him

Why You Love Them: He's just so supportive and ready to be there for his friends. He wears his heart on his sleeve and is just very soft hearted and kind natured it's hard not to love him. Plus he loves taking care of plants and that just makes me go "aweh" you know

[hjellacott]

I can't tell you how to BE a woman I just AM?

Like, I keep reading all these pople (mostly trans) saying what it means to be a woman, and I've had trans friends asking me how to be more of a woman but I just... For example, let me ask you, how are you able to see? We all have eyes, but some people can see, others can't. Why? How do you do it? How do you look at your garden and perceive colours? How are you not colourblind? Well, if we don't go into full scientific answers, the only answer you could give is, I just do. I just am. It just happens, right?

The same for women. When you ARE, you don't need to put effort into BECOMING. And there's no clear recipe for womanhood. Some women wear make-up, others don't, some have long hair, others don't, some have jewellery, others don't even use earrings, some like dresses and heels, many prefer trousers and sports shoes, some are curvaceous, some aren't, some have breasts and ovaries, some don't.

We can become more femme, more butch, more androginous... but women, we just are. And there are lots of scientific reasons for this (for example, having ovaries means your ovaries are going to release certain hormones that are going to make you function differently, but also there are countless others, including, as scientists have shown, differences in the very BRAIN), but if you don't want to get into the science, the answer is simply, I am a woman, because I am. Because I can't be anything else. I don't know how to be anything else. I wasn't born as anything else. I wake up in the morning and I'm a woman, and I go to bed, and I am a woman. And this happens even if I ever get annoyed for being a woman (and I will when I'm bleeding on my period and getting frustrated AF) and wish for a simpler life. Like, my body is not going to ask me for permission to be a woman, it'll just be. And trans women are trans women precisely because they can't just wake up and be women, they have to go long lengths to look in a way they can identify as their own version of what a woman is supposed to look like.

So what I say to my trans friends is just, wear whatever makes you happy. If you've been dreaming with having a long hair and make-up and wearing heels all the time, fine, go on, but like... Sometimes if all of us girls are going out, the MtF will be the ONLY one looking like that and the rest of us will just be in jeans, sweatshirts and sports shoes or sandals. And I get it frustrates them because they're trying to find a uniform to be a woman and then they go with what they think will do it, and the rest of us don't follow, but unless we pre-agree on our outfits in advance, I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do but to say, wear whatever you're comfortable wearing.

Trans women get judged because we see a PORTRAYAL of woman, much like playing a character that we know well and love, and then this person comes and interprets it in a whole other way that we might not like, and that's when we're like, hold on, are you fetishizing us? are you having completely wrong ideas of what a woman is? are you just excited to be able to touch your own boobs? Like, one of my trans MtF friends, when she identified as a gay man, she used to like to touch our (cis female friends) boobs, and now she touches her own. Whereas women are never going to question how much of a women fellow cisgender women are, because none of us is portraying, "passing", "acting"... We're just behaving in our most natural, normal way, and we understand our fellow women are doing the same thing.

I feel like that's why whenever I read about MtF getting excited about their new women bodies after surgery and hormonal treatments, I get very uncomfortable. Because I'm not looking at a friend saying "my God, I'm pretty". No. MtF will talk about their excitement touching their breasts, playing with them... And that's insanely sexual, so of course it makes us uncomfortable. When you treat bodies that... Well, that are our bodies too (in the sense of having similar features, such as breasts), in such a sexual way, we're seeing how YOU see US, and we obviously feel like mere sexual objects. And that is not a comfortable experience.

So to be clear, specially since a male friend asked me about what it feels like to have breasts: we (cis women) DO NOT make a big deal out of having breasts. They're there, we're aware of their existence, and we only touch them when we want to have an orgasm (and only if we feel like it), or when we're washing up or putting a bra on. Sometimes we look at them and think "ok, nice", but often times we're just like "fucking hell, I just bought you this bra, why won't you like it any more?". But that's about it. Like, I don't know, do you think a lot about your earlobes? probably not. Well, that's the same for women, we lost our fascination for breasts about two minutes after we got them.

This is not to say that we don't admire our bodies and our looks. Of course we do. I'd be lying if I pretended like I don't sometimes stare at myself naked with some kind of pride. But you won't see me writing a post any-fucking-where commenting about how I enjoy touching myself. And although I can understand MtF getting excited about the novelty... please, at least if you're talking to us, consider for us boobs and other body parts aren't toys, uh? Like, imagine trying to pretend to be black just for aesthetics or something. You can imagine actual black people would take offence in you using their colour, for which they get marginalised and sometimes, murdered, as a fashion trend to have fun with right? Well, similarly, we might take offence if our breasts, for which we're often subjected to harassment and sexual abuse, are perceived kind of like as exciting new toys.