you are always going to be scared because living is scary. but would you rather be afraid of suffocation or of change? you know how you feel right now. it’s certain, it’s stagnant. it’s painful, and i can feel it. it’s buzzing like the static of an old television that no one is watching anymore. why would they want to watch something that isn’t alive?
you have to choose: the pain of staying the same or the pain of growth. i can give you the remote but you have to change the channel yourself
not to be a jerk but oml I'm curious why your last post was on march, I know life happens but pls don't disappear like that ur content is really good and I've missed it
there were so many of you that i had to get a kennel license before i could post again
Just found this blog and holy crap. I've never been more affirmed in my identity as a male as much as I have here. Question though. How do I deal with living with people who call me a girl? I wanna bite them...
i’m sorry. it pains me that you are surrounded by people who refuse to see you. but do they even deserve to? find the ones that do, wherever you can. one bowl is empty. okay. fill up a second one and drink.
there are always going to be people who perceive you incorrectly. let them be wrong. pity them. they’ll never get the pleasure of knowing you.
i understand your urge to bite, but don’t blunt your teeth over them.
this blog makes me feel less like a bad dog and more like a dog that needs discipline. in a good way, of course.
there are no bad dogs. only bad owners.
so bad that they couldn’t even recognize your breed. i care enough to actually see you for what you are.
you bite. scratch. bark. of course you’re disobedient. what were they expecting?
never let out of your cage. kicked when you beg for scraps that others are hand-fed. yelled at when you don’t come after they call out the wrong name. your bite history is so long that i can taste the blood in my mouth.
it’s not your fault that you were never trained properly. never rewarded. all you needed was to be called a good boy every once in a while.
come on, i’ll let you up onto the bed with me. maybe you’ll bite my hand when i go to cut your hair— that’s okay. i can accept your teeth in my flesh if you can accept the leash.
i need someone like you to make me transition, i'm so scared of being wrong about being a man or of ending up being too ugly or short to be a man i cant trust myself enough to do it
we are always scared and always wrong. that’s just being alive. it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get to live. you’re on this page for a reason. you know what you want already, but it’s okay to need a push.
if you can’t trust yourself, trust me when i say you won’t end up ugly because you will end up as yourself. authenticity is attractive. plus, men are hot. short men? even hotter.
every trans man i have seen has made me fall in love with the world a little more. don’t you want to help me fall in love with the world a little more?
i adore your art i was so scared to go on t but now it feels like a divine act. i am so happy
it feels like a divine act because it is one. you are taking control of existence and creating yourself, something not even god could do. how hollow it must feel to be forever stagnant. already finished. don’t you think that’s why god made adam? so he could vicariously experience change?
and out of what? dirt? the dust underneath our feet? practically nothing at all. you’re lucky. you have a much better foundation to work with.
when you finally feel that needle pierce through your flesh, i want you to remember that even god envies you.
is it wrong of me a cis girl wanting to forcemasc some guy out there and wanting him to take more tshots day by day
of course not. it’s your job as a cis ally to support the ones who don’t fully get it yet. too many guys are hindering their progress because they don’t have the support they need. thankfully, we have allies like you.
so, how do you spot a guy who needs your allyship in order to reach his full potential?
when you ask him his name, he’ll hesitate. you can tell he’s not sure what to say. “you can call me whatever,” he’ll tell you. okay. call him your dog.
he still uses his girl voice. you know, that customer service one. sounds a bit stupid now, with how deep his voice has gotten. he probably doesn’t even realize how fake it sounds to everyone else. put your hand on his adam’s apple and remind him to speak properly. his real voice is handsome just the way it is!
he slouches his shoulders, trying to be as small and unassuming as possible. he’ll sit with his knees together, despite how much pressure it puts on his already sensitive tdick. force his thighs apart and tell him you don’t care if he manspreads. guys need a little extra room!
he slacks on his t shots, missing them by a couple days here and there, and then a week. maybe even an entire month. “i just don’t like needles,” he’ll say. he’s lying. pick up the syringe and do it for him. he might struggle a bit at first, but you’re just trying to help. it hurts you to see him self-sabotage his progress. you want him to love himself for who he is. remind him how valid he is while he’s pinned under you. he might be a little bruised afterwards, but hey, no ally is perfect! you’re still learning! you’re doing this for the trans community. any gratification you feel is just a bonus.
idk u rlly but i think we need to make out while u administer my tshot
you don’t need to know me.
all you need to know is that this is inevitable. if you want, you can know my hands and how they feel forcing your thigh down. you can know my fingers, trying to find the right spot, but not caring too much, it doesn’t matter, all that matters is that this gets inside you as soon as possible.
you can know that if there ever was a decision, it has already been made. i made it for you. and yes, i’ll stick my tongue in your mouth the same way i’d snake my fingers around a dog’s teeth so i can shove a pill down its throat.
do you think the dog wants to choke down the pill? of course not. but i know better. i know what’s best for it. what it needs.
i’m not moving until you swallow. my spit and all.
This blog is legitimately high art. The affirmation. The poetry. The kink. I'm a little bit in love with you I think, but also I love myself a little more too
loving me is loving you. are you familiar with the roman myth of narcissus and echo?
echo was in love with narcissus, who was in love with himself. her voice was beautiful, admired even by goddesses. and so to punish her, her autonomy over it was taken away. she could only repeat what was spoken by others.
so she repeated after narcissus.
is echo’s fate really a punishment? is it so tragic to become who you love? to love yourself more because of it?
so, which one of us is echo? maybe both of us are. maybe narcissus is god.
Jared padalecki is my gender guy so rn and my brain is goo and I’m putty in ur hands basically
you’re not putty. you’re clay, waiting to be shaped into something that will be cherished. and why wouldn’t you want that?
what comes out of the kiln is adored because of the devotion that went into creating it. the sweat, the blood from the little nicks on your fingers staining the polymer. it wouldn’t be as gratifying to hold in your hands if it suddenly appeared out of thin air, would it?
you are the same. just substitute the clay for flesh and the carving knife for a syringe.
i would display you in a gallery if i could. your audience would treasure you.
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