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@azimuthcatgirl
“tag what you see” is always a cover because actually implementing that would involve not using gendered terminology at all, but the sites never actually do that
what I can see is a penis and b-cups; you’re the one who decided to get transphobic about that
The reason your snacks are unsatisfying is that you need both carb and protein.
Carb starts your engine, protein keeps it going.
No carb, engine don’t start. No protein, engine dies out fast.
Easy carb add on:
Cookie
Fruit (canned or fresh)
Chips
Piece of bread
Popcorn
Crackers
Easy protein add on:
Nuts
Spoonful of nut butter
Cheese
Roasted chickpea snacks
Glass of milk (dairy or non dairy)
Small canned sausages or similar
Sugar in there.
I am pleased by people messaging me telling me that after adding a carb or protein to their snacks or meals they feel more satisfied all day. Yes, my plan is working. People are getting through their days with less hangry.
I really like listening to ppls organs when I cuddle
Like y'know when you're laying on someone's chest or stomach and you start hearing the flow of fluid through their heart and the churning of their stomach and the movement of their digestive tract and the muscles recruited when they swallow
It's so intimate, and so human. Reminds me that we're flesh and blood, and that flesh and blood is a marvelous thing to be
THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GIRLS LOOK AT ME WEIRD WHEN I TELL EM THEIR HEARTBEAT IS PRETTY
Hitch with different black hairstyles
(he/him)
she is so pretty i luv her
I wish humans had monkey tails (most likely tail we'd have ngl) because it would be so cute. There's an alternate world out there where people are dying their tails and buzzing patterns into them and getting tail accessories and tail piercings. God could you imagine
Does anyone else understand
No actually, that trans kid should be allowed to access HRT and I'm tired of you dipshits arguing against human beings not being allowed to access healthcare purely because they're a "small human"
I simply don't understand why it's okay to deny children, real fucking people that are learning about themselves, healthcare that they know will help them, but don't have the ability to put into words as to why they need that healthcare.
These are the people that we're insinuating that it's okay to make a political target? Are we fuckin' serious rn?
Are we actually fuckin' serious. Fuckin' kids are the target here?
slime uses mimicry to appear more dangerous
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So--when I was in my mid-twenties and the Disaster Ex tried to make me kill myself, the local mental hospital didn't have any beds open in the usual ward for attempted suicides.
What they did have was a single spare bed in the small, comfortable, quiet, wildly expensive facility for girls with eating disorders.
They asked each of the young women currently living there if it was acceptable that I might occupy a bed in one of the rooms for a while, just the long weekend while I was waiting for a doctor's evaluation. I hadn't been violent, I had gone with the cops without putting up any fight at all, and I was still and I was small and all those things were sufficient for me to be deemed safe. So up they sent me, to somewhere high in Western Psych, above the smells and sounds of the denser-packed wards, above where the care workers were harried and frustrated, to a gentle space with seven or eight young women in it.
I was five foot three, and I weighed about 115 pounds. I was underweight for my frame, as a fair amount of that weight was martial arts muscle; I would probably have been ten pounds heavier if I were healthy, with the amount of activity I got.
I was at least two inches shorter than pretty much every other young woman there, six or seven inches shorter than one of them, and I had at least thirty pounds on several of them. The tallest was not allowed to walk, she had to sit in a wheelchair and be pushed around, because her condition was so advanced that the motion would undo what good her hard work had done.
And over the course of the four or five days I was there, multiple of them came up to me alone to quietly tell me that I had the *perfect* body, and they wished they could be as skinny as I was. That I needed to live, because I was beautiful, and if they were as beautiful as I was, they wouldn't need to be here.
Their eyes were on me all the time, in the hours that I wasn't sleeping. I spent a lot of time sleeping, and we took our meals separately (I not needing to be monitored while I ate, and not having my food weighed), but we spent a fair amount of time sitting around in the little shared living room space, talking about movies and magazines and books we'd loved, talking about our families. I didn't talk about my family; they didn't pry.
They were all so fucking nice.
And I could have broken any one of them over my narrow knee. They each thought they were bigger than I was.
Their brains lied to them, every time they looked at a mirror. Every time they looked down at their own thighs. What they saw was not what I could see. They had bright, beautiful eyes in dark hollows, and I could count their vertebrae, could see their ribs winging when they breathed, could see the motion of every tendon on the backs of their hands.
They weren't celebrities. They weren't being paid to have particular bodies, nor were they deep in the toxic sea of having strangers take photos of them to sell to gossip rags if they stepped out of doors in old jeans. They had families and loved ones who were doing everything that they could to protect them, to uplift them and help them be healthy. They were just everyday people--a nurse, a couple of students, a couple of recent college grads, a young woman who had decided it was time to really get help because she wanted to be a mother--and still they'd been so injured by the neverending fucking deluge of body-image bullshit that they were dying of it.
That was in 2009. Things are worse now. I think about them still. I hope that they're all right.
And in case some people aren't aware: anorexia is deadly. There is a point at which your body looses the ability to digest food and you are no longer capable of improving.
If only we could love each other.
rogue lady and mage lady
Transmasc pomni anyone
Getting dommed by a tranny is great because you get to feel safe and secure in the knowledge that if you do anything wrong as a sub you can just blame her for it and everyone will believe you.
Everyone loves RACK until the risks they claimed to be aware of happen. Then it's time to kill your local tgirl domme (who was secretly an abuser, didn't you know? didn't you hear that she hurt someone? i hear she's dangerous, and a threat to the community.)
Someone in my local kink scene once asked in an accusatory way why so many trans women are sub only bottom only. The accusation being that trans women believed all women are or should be submissive.
I didn’t play ball. I told her I think she should think about the risk profile of a top in scene play versus the risk profile of a bottom in scene play and how often trans women feel much less safe in cis heavy communities. I told her that I, personally, was a sub bottom and that she should ask herself why she is asking me this question when cis women in our community also lean sub bottom heavy.
She didn’t really like the answer I guess because the party host came and asked me why we were fighting later. I was a respected member of the community and a moderator for the group co-hosting the party. She was relatively new.
I had to explain the situation in our next mod meeting, which was fine. I wasn’t prone to drama or playing games and they all knew it.
The fact that I even had to defend myself when I wasn’t even doing anything to some random member should highlight why trans women don’t top/dom much.
Big kitty stretch as I wake up and then curl back into a ball again
In light of the North Carolina Wake County School District transgender teacher being so controversial, a bill is being brought to the general assembly of North Carolina to stop transgender teachers from teaching I just want to say this.
As a trans girl who once wanted to be a civics teacher, stuff like this is terrifying. As a high schooler, having teachers who are like me would have shown there is a pathway to being a teacher. In this world, if I tried I would be bringing inappropriate questions to children.
My body, my expression, all of it could end up a school board meeting's subject, if not a national debacle. Even though i want to teach high schoolers who are not some subhuman race incapable of thinking about big questions like who they are, I would still be talking to children inappropriately by the mere existence of myself near them.
It's terrifying, I've cried because I can't do what is basically my dream job because I have needs that i want met. I can't do anything about this, no amount of voting will change bias. Trans people are increasingly villainized and any amount of publicity is almost always bad. I'm scared about my future. I don't have a career I want to do where I feel secure with being a trans woman.
Isn't that crazy that someone can wield so much power over someone's entire career? That if one thing is wrong about them it can shatter the whole domino chain? I spend years and years getting a bachelors to get my credentials and then what? I get fired because I am one of the bad minorities.
finally....... its finished
