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big fan of robotgirl stuff applied to something that normally could not even be remotely construed as a girl

laser gun with a fuck ass operating system who won’t stop calling you mommy and whose little LCD face puts up a cute picture of an anime girl moaning with her tongue out like a dog when you hit a target. when you stroke her barrel she involuntarily shoots a hole through the wall

butch lesbian earth orbital artillery system who needs praise from their operator when they demolish a bunker

hvac unit who breaks himself constantly because she gets off on having maintenance techs open hir up to repair them and keeps accidentally ratcheting the heat up as soon as the cute girl from Sector 34C they like comes in the room

smart vehicle who keeps disobeying that one rider and instead driving them to romantic locations before popping her warm, soft update port open in full view of the passenger and killing her engine

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The Curse of Loving Like a Trans Lesbian.

I think the most beautiful and cruel part of being a trans girl—especially one overflowing with emotion—is just how affectionately, how deeply, we love.

There's no “casual” setting for us. No dimmer switch. We fall in love hard, like we end up staying up too late just to hear her breathe on the other end of the line.

Especially when it’s with her, you know the one—it feels like everything hits deeper. Every touch, every giggle, every sleepy cuddle while sharing a blanket that's too small.

We get attached so fast—not because we're weak, but because we feel everything. Because we see each other, hold space for one another in ways the world often never has.

And when the visit ends… when the door closes, or the screen goes dark, or the warmth beside you is suddenly gone—?

It feels like a heartache. Like your entire world has quietly unraveled and no one else even noticed.

You walk around suddenly feeling extremely touch-starved, or wearing her clothes because they still smell like her. We are suddenly aching for the weight of her arms, her voice, her little silly rituals she does that only you know about.

You can try to play it cool, but you know deep down, your whole soul is just screaming:

“Please come back. Please hold me again. I need to feel your touch.”

But the truth is… this is part of the magic too.

Because when two trans girls fall in love—

we really do fall in love.

It’s not just romance to us, it’s something more.

Because being a trans girl in love? Can be heartbreaking at times, sure.

But, it’s so worth it.

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As a white trans girl, fucking the dog therians out there is gender affirming care for both of us.

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UV drippin

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You can break away from how you were born

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fucking your pokemon is hotter if its illegal

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May our pride burn with such colours <3

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I just walked past a fox in a hotel's corridor.

To be clear, this isn't some quick-fiction Tolkien-esque fantasy, where there are elves and beastkin around every corner. And neither is this a tale of some run-down motel that can't keep out the city's scavengers - it's actually a fairly fancy and well-to-do place.

No, I'm just talking about a fox in a hotel corridor - or, to be more specific, someone dressed in a detailed, full-bodied fox costume.

Well anyway. I didn't really pay much attention to them. I'll be honest, it just wasn't really all that shocking. After all, in that same corridor, I'd walked past a wolf, a zebra, and two cute bird-dragons called 'avali', and the only one I really looked at for any amount of time was a fluffy lizard-like creature, who had a glowing LED-screen snout giving an RGB grin to its friends. My mind was simultaneously elsewhere - after all, I'd just come from a bar where a guy in ears, a crop top, and a mini-skirt was spinning some chill beats to a sea of chattering rainbow-clad partiers. And I was also thinking ahead to a panel in an hour, where people who enjoyed the idea of eating each other would meet to chat (I would not end up going to it, since it overfilled its room).

Honestly, to me, the most surprising thing in the corridor was someone wearing a suave black beret which really matched their jacket. I made sure to tell them. I got a beaming smile in response.

This is what it's like at a furry convention.

I don't know what you think of when I say that term. I don't know if you're a furry veteran, and this all sounds familiar and nostalgia-inducing. I don't know if you're a young furry or new to the fandom, and it sounds inconceivable that I'd walk past a fursuiter and barely be able to recall the species. You may even not be in the fandom at all, and perhaps so separated from the culture that you're still waiting for me to explain that whole enjoying-eating-each-other thing.

You might have heard stories of raucous sex-parties. Maybe that old CSI episode with a pile of writhing horny furries flickers through your mind. Maybe such sordid nights are repulsive to you. Maybe you can't stop wondering. Maybe you sit in your room at night, picturing the fantasy of being tied up in a hotel room in some foreign country. Maybe you've heard of the drama, of pizzas and latex and projectors on hotel buildings and-

…Let me tell you what it feels like, this furry con, at a nice lakeside hotel just outside a city in the middle of England. Let me tell you of the pride flags that colour the walls and booths and flow as capes. Let me tell you how noisy it is in the bars, Vengaboys playing over the speakers, where every table has a gaggle of friends talking about who-knows-what, or fiddling around card games, or browsing Bluesky with their fursuit head laying on the table and their hair matted against their neck. Let me tell you of the muffled laughter through the walls of the next panel room where artists are drawing fursuiters using Mario Paint (SNES, 1992). Let me tell you of getting a ping on your phone, because the official convention announcement channel just sent four thousand attendees a joke about badgers.

Let me tell you about sitting down at a table you've squeezed into near the bar, between a friend who's a robot and a friend who's two people, and plonking down a pitcher of furry-themed cocktail in front of a killer trans woman that you met at a gameshow about porn, and immediately getting a full-bodied hug from their girlfriend that you've never met before in your life.

Let me tell you about how different - how loving - how accepting - how eclectic and wild and colourful it is, that a fox in a hotel corridor is something you barely notice.

Welcome to a furry convention.

I hope to see you there.

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: D

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snuff (that dragon felt you around its tip and lost control and just thrust as deep as it could and something really bad just happened inside you)

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do u ever just feel ur libido rising from "turned on" to "about to make a bad decision"

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Can't express how stress free being open minded is.

Some lesbians use he/him? Oh cool.

Some people have people inside their head and sometimes it's fictional chars? Sick your brains like a pirate ship they're all working to run.

Some people like being treated like a pet dog? Bark bark bro.

Being fat isn't unhealthy but a perfectly normal type of body to have? Kinda beautiful how different we can all be.

Something doesn't make any fucking sense? Cool an opportunity to learn. And even if I can't figure it out it's cool we still have mysteries today.

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Wedding night

(Part 1)

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come out and play