he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
No title available
titsay
dirt enthusiast
occasionally subtle
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Keni
KIROKAZE
hello vonnie
tumblr dot com
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
shark vs the universe
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
almost home
Love Begins
sheepfilms
No title available
Kiana Khansmith
Xuebing Du
$LAYYYTER
seen from Romania
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Canada
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brunei
seen from Malaysia
seen from Romania
seen from Brazil
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Portugal
seen from United States
@bleedingthroughthestatic
you guys would actually date your favourite characters? ngl i always gag a little thinking about that as a concept
would you date your favourite character? let's say they're down.
yes
we'd have sex but not much else
i might say yes but i know it wouldn't work out long term
absolutely the fuck not lmao
Hope this helps!
rest is part of the process, not a prize you get when you’ve finished everything. you don’t have to earn it first
I think before you're allowed to argue about whether trans people who can get pregnant are vulnerable to state-sanctioned violence in ways that trans people who can't get pregnant are exempt from (even if they are vulnerable to different forms of violence! they are still exempt from this one thing), you should be required to watch a vaginal delivery as well as a cesarean delivery. on video. full video. there are plenty of educational videos online where you can do so. if you have never seen a birth, I do not want to hear about how trivial of a violence you think it is. I really don't.
Im going to start calling transmasc invisibility what it actually is: transmasc erasure.
And it is a form of erasure to claim that erasure is a privilege because making this claim is entirely informed by the fact that our voices have been so erased, that you have no idea why erasure would not be a privilege to us.
I think about this tweet all the time
ily harm reduction ily sharps disposal containers in public restrooms ily those safe drug use places to help you not od ily planned parenthood ily aftercare guides ily harm reduction
ily harm reduction ily sharps disposal containers in public restrooms ily those safe drug use places to help you not od ily planned parenthood ily aftercare guides ily harm reduction
ME AND WHO
love arranged marriage unfortunately. the idea of being married to a knight who's not even in the city, but away on the front lines. it's a benefit for your family, so they dont even question sending you to his home to await his return...
you meet him three months into the arrangement. He arrives after the sun has already set, his features set strong in the candlelight. His body is heavy with exhaustion and tension, his eyes dull and tired.
you've grown to hate this place, this castle gifted to him for war victories. The halls are barren, the garden yet to bloom. The maids are pleasant, but they keep their distance, as if you'll strike. Maybe your husband is the kind to hit. You wouldn't know.
When he looks at you, it's only in short bursts, his eyes suddenly low. There's a long stretch of silence between you and you consider introducing yourself, but decide against it. He knows who you are.
"The maid is drawing me a bath," he says suddenly and a sick feeling pours over you. This day was always coming, but you aren't sure you're ready to lay under a stranger.
"Am I expected to join?" you ask and his nose crinkles.
"No." He steps back and away. His departure is brisk and driven. You retire for the night by yourself and awake alone. Your husband is set to leave again in a few hours; a few soldiers have already gathered in the front garden.
"Don't you wish to give your new wife a goodbye?" one asks, unaware of your open window. "One night and you've already had your fill? Or has she been filled too much?"
"I refuse to believe she is real!" says another. "What kind of woman has worn down our brute and turned him into a family man? Should we expect a gaggle of children in the upcoming year?"
Your husband growls. "You will leave the poor lamb alone. She suffers enough."
That softens you. Just a bit. You rise from you bed and go to the window, leaning out enough to catch the men's attention.
"Until next time."
He watches you, expression caught between more emotions that you can count, then turns his gaze back to his mount. The two men share a look, wide, wide grins on their faces.
"Until next time," he repeats back.
In his absence, he sends gifts. They are tiny things, sweets and oiled combs and scented oils and a porcelain figure of a cat, aimless in their direction towards you. Just simple niceties he could give to any woman in the world. You imagine he sends one to the lovers he has in every city as well.
(he must have lovers, you imagine. He hasn't touched you; he must be getting his fill with women in other cities, maybe women he actually loves. these are trinkets to keep his wife amused while she wastes away.)
none of the gifts come with a note.
one day a bolt of fabric arrives, yellow and ornate. It's only a small amount, not enough to make a dress, but enough for you to unravel and admire. It's beautiful and clearly expensive, golden threads woven into flowers and vines. Your father was a silk merchant; while you never wore the silks, you can recognize their quality.
the following week, the delicious man rides up on his steeds and presents a letter. The handwriting is rough. Knights that come from the lower class do not have the schooling of highborns; as fair as you know, your husband was born a street rat and worked his way theough the ranks to glory.
-I have been told by my secund that I did not send you enuf fabric for a gown. I do not no these things.
The spelling mistakes screw a smile out of you.
"Wait a moment." You stop the boy before he can leave. "I wish to send something back."
You take your time and use your finest calligraphy, tucking your note in with a handkerchief you had spent the week on. It's fine work-- one that would please even the hardest of hearts.
-Dearest husband,
Please take this handkerchief as a sign of my thoughts.
Your patient and thoughtful wife
A second letter arrives within the week.
-are you cros with me? A scrap of fabric for a scrap of fabric?
The response is what makes you cross. The poor messenger boy has to stay the night while you percolate over a response.
-Dearest, sweetest husband,
A handkerchief is a traditional gesture of affection. I have embroidered the edges by hand, with your last name and your roses, and it smells of my perfume. It is a piece of me for you to carry. If you do not appreciate my kindness or if you think it will turn away your lovers, you may return it. I do not wish it wasted on you.
Your less than patient and less than adoring wife
The poor boy scatters off in the morning and returns a few days later.
tortured wife,
I wil cherish it. I am sory, pour lam. I wil do better.
your loving husband
Some core principles I've been thinking about lately:
There are no ontologically evil people
People generally want to believe they are doing good
Under enough stress, anyone will act irrationally
When someone does something terrible, first try to look back and see "how did we get here"
my favorite genre of post. if only I could find more
does this one count
every time someone mentions the little prince I almost forget it’s a children’s book because I literally cannot get through the part about being tamed without crying
“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…“ But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat…” The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. “Please, tame me!” he said.” Yeah………..
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near —
“Ah,” said the fox, “I shall cry.”
“It is your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you…”
“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.
“But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince.
“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.
“Then it has done you no good at all!”
“It has done me good,” said the fox, “because of the color of the wheat fields.”
neovaginas can get wet naturally
a neophallus can get erect with an implant (this will either be a bendable rod or a device that inflates with saline at the press of a button, usually in the testicles)
both can feel sexual pleasure and experience orgasm
most neovaginas will be able to tolerate larger insertions with enough dilating/training
the nerves in neophalluses take a while to regrow but it is incredibly rare to experience no sexual nerve growth
both can look and feel "normal" if that's what you want, just take good care of your scars and look at your surgeons' results portfolio (and don't be afraid to be picky! its your genitals, you get to decide!)
in fact it's possible for many people to stealth and for their sexual partners to never know. even for phallo, some people with natal penises have erectile implants too, ED is common. neocaginas are often indistinguishable from natal vaginas
many surgeons are starting to offer preservation options for patients who want a more mixed look/don't want to lose what they have
YOU HAVE OPTIONS! demystify bottom surgery
you can also have nothing, if you want!! nullification is starting to become available alongside vaginoplasty and phalloplasty
you can have nothing and retain sexual function, even! it's called nerve-preserving nullification. similarly to other bottom surgeries, they use the most sensitive tissue (glans/clit) to create a subdermal pseudoclitoris
yes you can pee like normal. urethral reroute leaves a small hole at the perineum (taint)
all the advice about scars from OP applies here too!! take care of yourself well and it can heal well
(also, for people interested in the "mixed look" OP mentioned: the magic words are "penile-preserving vaginoplasty"/"phalloplasty without vaginectomy"!!)
As someone who has had nullification done, my inbox is always open.
unless you want to teach small kids about a laundry list of sex acts, they're not going to even recognise many acts of CSA as sexual in nature. instead, we need to have children who are raised with an expectation of bodily autonomy and who feel comfortable complaining when they're made or asked to do things they don't feel comfortable with. we need children to have the expectation that those complaints will be taken seriously and that they'll receive backup to make sure situations like that don't continue. if their desires for bodily autonomy are consistently ignored, how can we expect them to speak out when something confusing and uncomfortable happens with their parent, cousin, or babysitter? we've already taught them that what they feel comfortable with doesn't matter
A lot of people seem to mix up ‘community’ with ‘friend group’ so when they read ‘no one should be abandoned by the community. No matter what they did’ they think it means ‘you have to be friends with abusers’. When in reality it means ‘no matter what someone does they shouldnt be left to go homeless and be denied financial, housing, medical, etc aid’
You don’t have to be friends with these people, no one is saying that. It’s just saying that you should support rehabilitative justice, support programs that help homeless people, support funding for free medical services, and make sure they don’t turn away anyone who needs help.
On Instagram, someone made the argument that trans men should use the women's bathroom because they can't use urinals.
Y'all really know NOTHING about trans men, do you?? 😭
I know several trans men who can piss standing up without meta or phallo. I've seen it for myself quite a few times now actually.
Also, STPs exist.
And even if they can't... Do male bathrooms not have any toilets at all anymore??? what.
Nah, everyone who uses men's washrooms all shit in urinals
Shows you how much you know
scoffs
Pause
I know several trans men who can piss standing up without meta or phallo. I've seen it for myself quite a few times now actually.
HOW
The movie Raw has a guided tutorial. It's how my husband learned how to pee standing up.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raw_(film)
Step 1: put toilet seat up (if applicable)
Step 2: feet shoulder width apart (if at toilet have shins/knees touching or right in front of bowl) with pants down far enough to allow that (down to knees for me)
Step 3: hook fingers on either side of tdick and pull back to the sides
Step 4: jut hips out forward a bit but not too far, kinda aim urethra with your fingers (hard to explain sry)
Step 5: piss. Adjust aim if necessary.
As with every unfamiliar stp method, I recommend trying in the shower until you have a good enough feel for it to not piss your pants or all over the floor.
There is an evident fascistic impulse to self-infantilization as a tentpole of one's entire personality. Cut from the same cloth as those people who buy their peace of mind at Disney land. Strikes me as something that can only be built on the insular luxury of the angloid world. Walling-out reality in favor of something more palatable. Something simpler. If everyone is just a big kid, then nothing really matters. It's all just a practice run. This seems to be something generated by a lot of American therapy culture, too. This kind of eternal adolescence.
i agree, and some theorists have identified a “right to comfort” as a cornerstone of contemporary white supremacist culture.
But conceptually I see a lot of other connections too.
it kind of reminds me of how the nazis conceived of “degenerate art.” to the nazis, their vision of “good” art was art that promoted the most conventional, the most nostalgic, the most kitsch, the most neoclassical, the most conservative, the most comfortable. Thus, they despised modernist art from movements such as the impressionists and the expressionists, particularly work that depicted the horrors of war (rather than an uncomplicated view of war as an honorable enterprise) such as the work of Otto Dix. Obviously there was also a blunt, vulgar motive to simply discriminate against Jewish artists and anyone who was “influenced by Jewish or non-Aryan ideals” but there was also a formal artistic basis as well.
one could even say that the nazi party censored and burned avant-garde art as a grotesque act of “self-care.” I think there are conceptual echoes of that in every “why i left the left” thonkpiece. Or in the contemporary appropriation by reactionary white people of the term “Black Fatigue,” wherein racist white people complain they are “tired” of seeing and/or interacting with Black people.
Even though Walt Disney died decades ago, I think it’s still worth analyzing his idea of a completely curated amusement park that utterly immersed the guests in a cohesive pampered experience. That was, essentially, the idea that Walt was attempting to achieve when he opened Disney Land in 1955, and there has not, in my opinion, really been a coherent break from that goal after he died and after the construction of subsequent Disney theme parks. Workers have described disney parks as, essentially, high-control environments for them, with extremely strict standards for their behavior, language, and appearance, and Walt Disney World in Florida has a history of relying heavily on workers from economically oppressed backgrounds such as Haitian immigrants (especially for the worst jobs like custodial positions!), and the pay and benefits were always pretty bad.
But all of those very real issues with the working conditions are concealed to park visitors, so as not to break the illusion, the “disney magic.”
An aside about Walt: While Walt Disney was “technically” not a fascist, he was in fact still a political reactionary (especially later in his life) who, in 1941, took out a magazine ad deriding his employees at his animation studio as communists (or at the very least part of a “communist plot”) when they went on strike. In 1947 he went on to give names of animators and labor organizers to HUAC, a clear antagonistic act against ‘uppity’ workers. (Funnily enough, Salvador Dali, whose own work was derided by the Nazis and who fled to america until after the war, became friends with Walt Disney, collaborating on an animated film that remained unfinished until long after both of them were dead. Both of them tilted rightward politically over time and Dali ended up a supporter of fucking Franco and had even been expelled from his own art movement for his right wing politics in the 1930s.)
