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percy/delilah/tombstone
shy/hez/zir/it
transvestite / lady faggot / gentleman dyke / cat mom
learning to love my queer transsexuality, bisexuality & n4n attraction
Penda’s Fen (Alan Clarke, 1974)
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encouter with the oracle, oc. 2023
i love women who are men and i love men who are women and i am killing murdering stabbing exploding anyone who gives you shit for your identity
Buttons from Camp Trans 1992
im never arguing with a butch. whatever you say pretty boy
[id: tag that reads #also butches are always right about everything]
shoutout to the butch twinks and the femme bears. the futches and the bear twinks. the soft butches and hard femmes. the femmes & butches who aren't women or lesbians. the cis/het cross-dressers. the GNC intersex people, regardless of cis/transness.
i love what you've done with gender. keep queering it up, and don't let anyone tell you who to be. your identity and self expression is for you to decide.
Max Wolf Valerio for Transsexual News Telegraph 1995
i love characters whose gender is
10th doctor's transgender moments
boygirls love me for my dykefag energy
Thirteen is nonbinary 😄
Silently communicating:
13: Am I a… woman?
Yaz: Well ya kinda look it… let’s say yes.
i just wanted to say as someone who came out as genderqueer in 2011, you are in no way obligated to switch from using "older" other gender terms to newer ones like nonbinary. it's okay if you like the term nonbinary, but it's also okay if you'd rather stick with something else instead, like neutrois, genderqueer, genderless, boygirl, multigender, or whatever else your preferred term may be. use what suits you
["This is what I love about women, what I love about femmes, what I love about myself. I danced my blatant butch's dance for such a femme once, who thought I was powerful in that angular way, but who could take me in the palm of one hand like a precious talisman and excite me to power simply by touching me. She could hold me like that in a doorway, in midsentence, neither in or out, neither touching nor untouching. She could suspend my movement and move me to the core of my being. She could stop my breath, my heart, and in that instant of timelessness I would die a thousand deaths, held in suspended animation, in the thrall of her femme's powerful contradiction, and my cunt would ooze its admiration.
And on occasion, I have danced the femme's dance too, for myself and for another. I have danced it on the street and in the privacy of my home. I have danced it in the real world out there, and in the context of my imagination. In my fantasy, I can do anything and everything. I danced the femme's dance and I danced it well. Took off my butch's mask, maneuvered myself to the edge of the cliff, and drove myself to distraction. I stood in front of the mirror that usually reflected my cock, and dressed myself in a lacy camisole, garter belt, and nylons. I put makeup on my face, where normally I dreamed of shaving straight lines. I put femmy earrings in my ears. I put on the femme's mask and danced the femme's dance and watched myself in the mirror. And when I danced this femme's dance, I danced the butch's dance too, somewhere in my head. I became a whore for myself and wanted to straddle my own thighs, lower myself onto my own cock, and fall in love with myself."]
barbara smith, the dance of masks, from the persistent desire, edited by joan nestle, alyson publications, 1992