#trans nonbinary

[icy-hot-slut]

How it feels medically transitioning as an enby

[tsmaddy5]

Tell me that thing you always wish to do with a trans woman 😊

[enbycrip]

EDITED TO ADD: Sources from the OP in the comments

[love-ardour-anarchism]

as a transfem butch loving transmascs, trans men, butches and dykes of all shapes and sizes has been the singlemost affirming and healing experience for me

growing up as a tiny tomboy butch girl when everyone expected me to be a boy, then leaning into performing femininity as was expected of me as a tranfem person seeking transition i had so much self hatred and dysphoria comparing myself to all the pretty femmes and "transfemme" never felt like me

i knew in earliest childhood that the deep yearning i felt when seeing other girls was QUEER but i didn't get HOW until much later and when i understood it it was a twofold thing: i wanted to be WITH them but i also wanted to BE ONE

and then transitioning and leaning into performative cisheteronormative femininity i again felt that i was OTHER

i wasn't hairless, i wasn't thin, i wasn't pretty, i wasn't able to take up so little space that society would ever be okay with my own brand of womanhood, i was never that, and trying to perform it, to bend myself out of shape and wear the dresses and try to do my makeup made me as deeply miserable as trying to be a man did

i loved and i love women, i loved their femininity, i loved the pretty femmes, i loved the transfems with the sweet-as-sugar, smoky-as-the-sweetest-cigar-could-be voices and how they drew the wings on their eyeliner, i loved the pouty painted lips and i loved the self love and the everliving radiant joy that i saw other transfems experience from this intricate dance but that was never me... i was transfem but i was never femme, i could never live up to that comparison and when i did compare myself it made feel like i was dead inside

... until i loved the transmasc dykes, until i loved a boyfriend butch, until i loved a trans man and i could see firsthand the joy there was in masculinity that wasn't coercive or toxic

i found true joy in my gender presentation and identity for the first time ever when i stopped comparing my hairy, broad and butch and fat and tender body to the pretty femmes and fems that i so loved and started comparing myself to the biggest, broadest, butchest dykes, the women with the facial stubble that reinforced it with a makeup liner pen, the transmascs and the men so joyfully exploring manhood so removed from any of the expectations i felt weighing on me as a child

i found love for myself when i immersed myself in the deep and widest ocean that is the transmasculine experience and when i realized that as a transfem butch a lot of my experience were truly more in line with those of trans men than with the women i adored and that that was okay

i'm a transfeminine butch i'm a big broad butch dyke when people try to split our community and pin the hatred sown by toxic actors onto transmascs, trans men and masc dykes when people try to act like joyful masculinity is poison when people act like speaking about the experiences of trans men and mascs is inherently transmisogynistic

all i can think is how could i hate the men, the mascs, the dykes that taught me how to love myself? how could i hate the people cut from the same cloth just on the other side of all this woven fabric? how could i hate my own flesh and those that taught me that to be as i am too is plain divinity?

[junetsgoddess]

Soft curves, sharp eyes — a trans dream you won’t forget. 💋💞✨ Tell me, baby… what would you do if I were yours for a night?

[justkiddinright]

Since it's not pride month anymore and some people seem to forget about our enby friends, I now present to you: JUST USE THE RIGHT PRONOUNS!!!

Best thing you can do to be an LGBTQ+ ally: use people's preferred names and pronouns! It's ok if you accidentally make a mistake, just gently correct yourself to their pronouns

[astrothenonbinary]

[victoriagrant222]

[arialunexo]

You love what you see🙈..... I know you want those buns between your face 😈

[snowiicoast65]

I know you’re dying to have your mouth between my legs 😉

[gor3sigil]

Before starting T, when I socially transitionned, I was surrounded by radical feminists who saw masculinity as gross and inherently evil, something to avoid, something to make fun of, something to destroy. The other transmascs in my friend group, sometimes, told me that they didn’t knew if they really were non-binary or if they just were scared shitless of saying “I am a man”. Because they saw this as a betrayal to their younger self who had been SAd and abused.

I saw many of my masc friends and trans men around me hate themselves, not outing themselves as men because it would imply so so much, it was like opening the Pandora Box. Even when we were just together, talking about our masculinity was always coated with bits like “I know we’re the privileged ones but…”, “I don’t want to sound like I have it bad but…”, “Women obviously have it worse, but last time…” and we were talking about terrible traumas we experienced while taking all the precautions in the world in the case the walls were a crowd of people in disguise waiting to get us if we didn’t downplay the violence we faced, or like crying and being upset and being traumatized and afraid and scared and to say it out loud would make us throw up the needles we were forced to swallow every second of every day living in our skin.

Most of us weren’t on T yet, some of us were catcalled every day and harassed in the streets or in abusive relationships nobody seemed to care to help them get out of because they were “strong enough” to do it by themselves.

I was using the gender swap face app and cried for ours when I saw my father looking back at me through the screen. The idea of transforming, of shedding into a body that would deprive me of love, tenderness, and safety, was absolutely terrifying. I knew I couldn’t stay in this body any longer because it wasn’t mine, but I also knew that if I was going to look like my dad, my brother, my abusers, it would be so much worse.

5 years later and I’m almost 2 years on T, and almost 2 months post top surgery.

I ditched my previous group of friends. I was bullied out of my local trans community. But let me tell you how free I am.

I was scared that T would break my singing voice: it made it sound more alive than ever.

I was scared that T would make me less attractive: it made me find myself hot for the first time in my life.

I was scared that T would make me gain weight: it did. But the weight I put on is not the weight I used to put on by binging and eating my body until I forgot that it even existed. It’s the weight of my body belonging to me, little by little. The wolf hunger for life.

I won’t tell you the same story I see everywhere, the one that goes “I started going to the gym 8 times a week, I put on some muscles, I started a diet and now I look like an action film actor”, in fact if you took pictures of me from 5 years ago vs now I’d just have more acne, I’d have longer hair and still look like I don’t know what to do with myself when I take selfies.

But the sparkle in my eyes, my smile, tell the whole story way better than this long ass stream of words could ever.

I want to say some things that I wish someone told me before starting medically transitionning.

It’s okay to take your time. It’s your body, it’s your journey, if you don’t feel comfortable taking full doses and want to go slow, the only voice you need to listen to is your own. Do what feels right.

If you feel overwhelmed, it’s okay to take a break, it’s okay to ask for support.

Trans people are holy. Everyone is. You didn’t lose your angel wings when you came out because you want to be masculine. You are not excluded from the joy of existence, from being proud of yourself, from being sad, from being scared, from being angry. The emotions and feelings you allowed yourself to feel while processing what you experienced when you grew up as a girl and was seen as a woman are still as valid as before. Nobody can take that from you. If someone tries to, don’t let them.

It’s perfectly normal to grieve some things you were and had before you started to transition, like your high soprano voice or even your chest. Hatching is painful. You can find comfort in things that don’t feel right, so making the decision to change can be incredibly scary and weird and you deserve to be heard and supported through this. Wanting top surgery doesn’t make the surgery less intense, less terrifying, less painful to recover from. When it becomes too much you have the right to take a break and take some deep breaths before going on.

You don’t have to have a radical, 180° change for your transition to be acceptable or valid or worthy of praise. Look at how far you’ve come already. It doesn’t have to show, you’re not made to be a spectacle, you’re human and it is your journey.

Oh, and last thing, you know when some people say “Oh this trans person has to grow out of the cringy phase where you think that you can write essays about being trans or transitionning or just their experience because it’s weird” ? If you ever hear this or see this online, remember all the people whose writing you read and, even if they were not professional writers, helped you more than any theorists did ? If you want to write, do it. It won’t be a waste. It can help people. Or it won’t, and even then, if it helped you, that’s enough.

Love every of my trans siblings, take care of yourselves. You deserve the world.

[myths-and-girls]

Getting top surgery next week and ngl, I think its gonna be a huge weight off my chest

[tsmaddy5]

I don't know what people love but I guess you can't ignore this when you come across it 😜🍆

[blakelovely3]

Do you want an early Christmas present ? 🍆💦

[favouritenaugtygirl]

How does yellow look on my breast? 🌚🌚