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IM OPENING COMMS!
Bust Shot: $5
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If interested please contact me via email and attach any reference images, inspo, or explanation containing the artistic vision you want me to create! [email protected]
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I only do traditional art for now: im trying to save up to buy a drawing tablet
It’s ok to want this.
If you say transmascs have male privilege/more privilege than cis women I am going to assume you've never went outside or met a transmasc person irl because that type of thinking is something you can only have if you're chronically online
why can't we sniff each other's used underwear why can't u be chill bro
punching a guy in the stomach and then seeing his cock leak and his stupid smile and his flushed cheeks oh you fucking faggot you like being hit huh
"trans men are opressed because they're trans, but are privileged because they're men" What form of privilege do I have? Tell me. Tell me why my family is suddenly against me when I come out. Tell me why when I tell one of my 'friends' about my identity, they immediately try to sexually assault me. Tell me why I am not allowed on my own community, on the spaces I was able to go. Tell me why the educative system neglects me, tell me why the doctors and medics look at me and then ignore me whenever I try to even speak a word. Tell me when I have to debate which bathroom to go into, because I'm scared that someone will come and beat me up till I end up in the hospital. Tell me why that has happened many times before. Tell me why whenever I talk to someone, I check all of my clothes, my packer, all of it. Because I'm scared they'll know and then refuse to give me any type of interaction. Tell me why I'm suddenly so scared of everyone, of my family, of my friends, of the waiters and waitresses, of the medics and doctors, of the teachers and the students, of the presidents and politicians, of the creators and artists, of any and all religious persons- or hell, the religion itself-, tell me why I'm scared of MYSELF. Of my own body, of my own life. Of my own future, my past and my present.
I mourn for the men and boys we never knew.
How many were there, throughout all of human history? Thousands? Millions? Billions, even? How many little boys were forced into femininity, married off and grew into “women” without ever knowing why it all felt so wrong? How many men never got the chance to cut their hair, to wear their husband or father’s clothes, to do anything to explore their mind and body under the constant oppressive force of the (cis)patriarchy? How many couldn’t live on their own, couldn’t go to school, couldn’t even go outside without supervision? How many never knew themselves, never were given the chance to know themselves, because they were kept as a housemaid and servant to their husband and children?
How many were there, that did know? That knew they weren’t women, that knew they were men but had no way to explore or externalize that desire. No freedom to find community, no privacy in their homes, no money or possessions not approved by the cis men in their lives. For the few who were brave and lucky enough to try but were caught, the result was what we see now: erasure. Labelled as “tomboys” and mentally ill, to this day still called women because their voice was never heard. Never was allowed to be heard. Even for the even fewer who did, or even got away with it, in the end the same result occurs. Arguments over their identity, refusal to believe their word over what others wanted them to be. A woman. And those were the tiny, lucky few. For the rest…
How many men were institutionalized? How many mutilated, raped and murdered for refusing to follow their imposed societal role? How many died by the hands of the government, their community, their own loved ones, for the crime of who they were? No money or connections to fall back on, treated as a defective object rather than a failed person. Buried in clothes they hated, eulogized with names that burned on their tongue and quietly, routinely erased.
People think of all of these things as women’s issues, but they’re wrong. They’ve happened to men (and non-women), too. They have been happening, for as long as the concept of gender has existed in the first place. Men who were silenced, men who were invisible, men who never even got to feel in their hearts what they actually were. The trans community is haunted by their ghosts, invisible as they were in life. I wish we could see them.
they invented a new kind of jerking off called groping your bruises and whimpering
pretty much.
bdsm enjoyers r onto something. i think we should incorporate aftercare into just hanging out. i need a buddy to hold me and say “that was really fun and you seemed normal”
forcemasc but not trying to make me pass, not trying to take away my flamboyance and make me a traditional “man”
forcemasc where it’s affirmation that nothing i could do would make me a woman. forcemasc where i’m on my knees sucking his dick and makeup runs from my eyes as he tells me what a handsome fag i am.
forcemasc where he tells me to take it like a man, and degrades me for crying when he hurts me. mmhmhhhhggg
i'm soo bored can someone punch me repeatedly in the stomach as hard as you can until i vomit all over myself and then make fun of me for being such a gross loser afterwards. if not i'll kill myself
Help a trans boy escape forced marriage!!
Hi guys! A bit of a different tune from my usual tune but my abusive parents have been getting worse recently, including raising the possibility of marrying me off as soon as I graduate HIGH SCHOOL (I'm 17).
In order to avoid this I'm planning to leave to go to University this year I'll need to be able to pay my way through year 1 before I can apply for estrangement scholarships.
Please help!!!
Support Amir
Yall please help this guy. He's one of my best friends and is also a moron who almost doxxed himself, he will NOT survive forced marriage people 😭😭😭
I swear he's usually smarter tho. He's the reason any of my english posts >200 words make any sense
I just tried to donate and the link took me to the generic Ko-fi page - did the account get taken down or am I doing it wrong?
The account unfortunately got taken down because he's <18, if you want to donate pls redirect to
https://ko-fi.com/thatgrassbro
on the goal 'amir's university' and it will be forwarded to him
HOOOOT
Reblog if it’s ok for people to give you $599.99
it’s time to fuck your little brother while he’s on his period and watch him bleed all over you. he says no? he has cramps? push him down and force your cock into him,, he might bleed a little more !
was told by my friend (and one of the few other trans people i know irl) that testosterone makes trans men "emotionless" and "angry all the time". i really fucking wish other trans people werent so obsessed with perpetuating the "estrogen makes you weak and emotional" and "testosterone makes you a violent monster" bullshit. i thought we left bioessentialism at the door when we transitioned.
