Discussions of trans women in sports often focus on elite/professional sports which honestly I find it hard to care about but the more common scenario of “we’re going to legally ban a high school girl from playing sports with her friends because she’s trans” is just profoundly evil
i remember when utah's (republican) governor ended up vetoing a law banning transgender students from playing high school sports when he looked at the numbers, and there were only four trans students in the state playing sports at all. he released a clumsily worded but surprisingly compassionate statement about the decision.
I must admit, I am not an expert on transgenderism. I struggle to understand so much of it, and the science is conflicting. When in doubt, however, I always try to err on the side of kindness, mercy, and compassion. I also try to get proximate, and I am learning so much from our transgender community. They are great kids who face enormous struggles. Here are the numbers that have most impacted my decision: 75,000, 4, 1, 86 and 56.
75,000 high school kids participating in high school sports in Utah.
4 transgender kids playing high school sports in Utah.
1 transgender student playing girls sports.
86% of trans youth reporting suicidality.
56% of trans youth having attempted suicide.
Four kids and only one of them playing girls sports. That’s what all of this is about. Four kids who aren’t dominating or winning trophies or taking scholarships. Four kids who are just trying to find some friends and feel like they are a part of something. Four kids trying to get through each day. Rarely has so much fear and anger been directed at so few. I don’t understand what they are going through or why they feel the way they do. But I want them to live.
of course, it didn't amount to much. they overrode his veto. it's just so cartoonishly evil. an entire state's political body so desperate to terrorize this one little trans girl.
I feel so insane about ai. I've had face-to-face conversations with people who use it for therapy, who use it to calculate the safety of pill interactions, who use it for all their emails and grant applications and legal documents and academic papers and finance sheets and for every single question they have about the world, and if you tell them about the ecological costs they just laugh and say "I guess I've used a lot of water." and I've been in multiple gatherings of 10+ people where I'm THE ONLY PERSON who doesn't use chatgpt. it's turning me into a ranting raving pariah, because how don't you people see??? why don't you understand??????? this bullshit didn't exist five years ago, you absolutely do not need it, and it is destroying everything
warnings: !MDNI! fem!reader, kaveh is a switch, reader is a switch, crossdressing, clothes sex(?) this took way too long to write. not super happy with it but i really wanted to get it out so i could feel like i can move on lolll
The moment you reach the hotel room, Kaveh kicks the door shut and drags you toward the bed, falling back onto it. He looks up at you through his lashes, breathing heavily, agitated at having to go the whole night with a boner in a dress.
"You owe me." He places a heeled foot on your stomach as you close in on him. "Big time."
Your hands caresses his ankle, as he presses the toes of his shoe into your side with a petulant look. You lean down, placing short kisses against the delicate skin of his calf, covered by dark brown stockings. Your free hand, the one not gracing your lips with his limb slides down his thigh, pushing the dress around his hips. Kaveh grabs the silks and arches off the bed, sliding it over his head and throwing it onto the headboard before wrapping his other leg around you to pull you closer.
“Can’t believe you.. working me up like that and then hanging me out to dry,” he grumbles, making you laugh at the pouty face he’s making.
“Had to cut it off short, baby, we got interrupted.” He glares at you.
Kaveh lays in a heaving mess, smeared make up from when he attacked you in the elevator with sloppy kisses, a forest green corset that he's trying to untie as you stare, thin, useless panties that do nothing to hold his hard on in, shear thigh highs that you're not evening considering pulling off and gorgeous golden heels. You grab your kamera from the nightstand while he's distracted and you snap a quick few photos. In succession, they show Kaveh looking up, surprised, then annoyed.
"Would you put that damn thing away and help me?" He groans, tugging at the laces of the corset.
"Did you tie it right when you put it on? I told you I'd help," you tease, leaning over him and gently batting his hands away. He grumbles at you, wringing his hands then grabbing your wrists to pull you down on top of him to kiss.
"Forget about the damn corset. Fuck me," he moans into your mouth, feeling his cock rub against your pelvis as he grinds upward. You wrap his panties around your fingers and pull upward, giving them a teasing tug before dipping your hand down to take a squeeze at his pert ass. He grabs at your coat and squeezes, growling in a string of curse words as he knees you in the side. He's clearly getting fed up with the teasing. Kaveh flips you over and begins plucking at your suit, unbuttoning and disrobing you easily, tossing your clothes around the room carelessly unlike how he carefully aimed his dress. You can't help but laugh as he does this in a frenzy, his hard cock bobbing pathetically as he exerts himself. His face is so red you'd be worried if you didn't know he was mad.
You reach up to grab at his thighs but he swats your hands away, giving you a hard look. "No. No touching," he firmly, before shucking off your pants and pushing you against the headboard, your legs over his shoulders as he spreads you open and buries his face between your legs.
He grips your thighs, holding them apart as he laps at your clit, sucking on it, tugging it with his teeth perhaps out of spite, or maybe because he's overwhelmed. His eyes flick up at you occasionally, sharp and red and he’s unable to look away from you for very long, not with the reactions you’re blessing him with. Your voice fills the room as he guides your legs and holds them firmly apart so he can devour you properly. But this isn’t exactly how you wanted the night to go.
An overwhelming heat builds up in your hips. Kaveh is moaning into you, practically whining as he loses himself in the pleasure of simply eating you out. He’s always loved this part. Receiving or giving, oral is always his favorite form of foreplay. Perhaps it was the simple intimacy of it all, the trust that goes into allowing something so foreign near an intimate area. It takes a lot of trust on both ends. So as you reach down and twist your fingers in his hair, tugging him up to you, he looks so disappointed.
“I wasn’t done- mmmph,” he’s cut off by a kiss, his shakey arms hold himself up as your tongue delves deeply into his mouth, running across his teeth and lips. His eyes stay open as you kiss, watching you as you give him a grin and continue your exploration of his mouth, licking and nipping at his spit covered lips. You lay him down on the sheets once again, settling between his open legs, caressing his soft thighs.
“Such a pretty boy,” you coo at him, causing him to bite down on his bottom lip, blood red lipstick staining his teeth. Kaveh lifts his legs, his feet pretty in the heels as you kiss his ankle, all the way to his knee. And from his knee, to his thigh and then from his thigh, finally his tip. Slowly taking him into your mouth as you pump the rest of him with your hand.
Kaveh sighs before he moans, arching his back to urge you to go deeper, desperately wanting that warm mouth to cover him. You hum, amused at his pushiness and oblige the man, sucking on him a bit harder as his hips tremble. You can feel his muscles tensing up, his movements getting sloppy and then that familiar rush, it fills your mouth and even when you pull him out, his dick still twitches. You lean over his face, tongue out and he meets you, licking into your mouth and moaning at his own taste mixed with your spit. Faint notes of wine remnant in both of your bodies still. His breath is uneven as you two make out. He pulls you further onto the bed and pushes you into the sheets where he can climb on top, sitting on your hips. He walks his fingers up the valley of your chest, admiring the sweat sheened skin. Your breasts, as they rise and fall like two gorgeous mountains. He takes a moment to bury his nose in them.
Before you can become too amused by his side quest, he grabs your legs, pushing them up to his shoulders and you feel the head of his cock rubbing against your slick folds before slowly pushing in. You instinctively clench down, your stomach tightening at the exciting and familiar feeling. Kaveh moans, dropping his head as he begins to move his hips, finding a steady pace to set even as his brain begins to fog.
“Ka-Kaveh, come here-“
He leans down, keeping your legs high around his hips, kissing you as though he’s taking bites. His kisses are sharp and fast, too busy trying to control his movements to put much thought into the kisses. You help him with this, grabbing his face to hold him steady. You mainly wanted a part of him to grab onto before he completely toned out of the world just for the feeling of your insides wrapped around him.
Your arms snake around his neck and he whines into your mouth. Every thrust is met with a squeeze from you. You’ve learned his weaknesses after so many times together, his little sweet spots. The veins on his dick throb when you shift your hips and he hears you louder, chanting his name as you tug on his hair. Golden strands wrapped around your fingers, shining in the warm light of the candle lamps.
How beautiful, you think. You press a kiss to his cheek and that seems to send him. He pushes himself up, sweaty and flushed red. His chest is swollen from all the excitement and the rubbing, making it puff around the corset tied to his waist. Kaveh’s hips drill that one spot for a few more moments before the both of you finish, and he falls on top of you. He pants as he adjusts his face to be buried between your tits, one of his hands idly squeezing one of them.
“Payback,” he murmurs incoherently.
You laugh, playing with his hair as you blink away the white dots. “Real payback would’ve been not letting me come.”
“ooh garlic salt isn’t real” yeah well neither is your MARRIAGE after i’m done FUCKING YOUR HUSBAND and afterwards he eats my delicious cooking that i seasoned with GARLIC SALT. FUCK YOU
i think. you sent this to the wrong person. but im enamoured with your energy. you can have my metaphorical husband you deserve her
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