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@divaricca
It was never about these men. They were merely mirrors, fleeting reflections in passing windows. What captivated me was not them, but the way I came alive in their gaze, the way I experienced myself through the stories I wove around desire.
βNot everyone survives becoming their own fantasyβ β¨οΈ
βNot everyone survives becoming their own fantasyβ β¨οΈ
O mia Essenza, revelation of the Goddess, Awaken my feminine essence in full glory. Grace in my movement, beauty in my face and form, Power in my voice and unshakeable will. As your transsexual daughter and vessel, I rise.
βMy body is no longer a battlefield of identities. It is a temple of sensation. Post-trans means honoring the dysphoria that started the journey, then transcending the need for any label to finish it.β - DIVA RICCA
A lot of trans thinking gets stuck in: "I am a woman in a male body" or "gender is a spectrum where I claim my place."
Post-trans says: why should gender remain the center of my existence at all?
The body is a canvas, hormones and surgery are brushes-but the end goal is not "becoming a woman." It is creating an aesthetic, sensual, and intentional life.
Most trans people stop at βI was born in the wrong body.β I went further. Post-trans + morphological freedom = I donβt need to become a woman. I needed to become more. More beautiful. More sensual. More electric. More me.
Unpopular take:
I genuinely don't care what box you try to put me in. Shemale, ladyboy, "male woman" - none of it offends me. I'm beyond it. Post-trans. Detached. Free.
I don't need to be a woman. I don't need to fight over pronouns. I don't need any belief system to validate my existence. I'm not anchored to identity politics or labels that try to freeze something fluid into something fixed.
I'm here for something else entirely:
For beauty that borders on the divine. For a body that feels like living art in motion. For a life shaped with intention, not explanation. For connections that feel like electricity under the skin - rare, raw, and undeniable. The rest? Noise.
"Pour your desire into me. I don't consume it-I alchemize it. What men call fantasy becomes my material. I turn their wanting into elegance, health, and expansion. Nothing is taken. Everything is transformed. Everything returns to me as power."
Porcelain skin, velvet silence... I existsomewhere between fantasy and reality. Not yours to play with-just close enough to make you wish I was...
if you want to experience life more deeply you have to find more beauty. stop training yourself to dismiss, to mock, to assume the worst all the time β when you do this you build walls between yourself and the world. and after a while you stop feeling the warmth of it entirely.
beauty requires openness. it asks you to let things reach you, to soften enough to be moved. itβs not naive to see beauty everywhereβitβs a skill, a form of intelligence, a kind of quiet bravery. because it is so much easier to critique than to create, to detach than to engage, to dismiss than to love.
let yourself be affected. let yourself find things beautiful and let that be enough. life is not asking you to be cool, sitting on the sidelines and nitpicking everything. itβs asking you to see life and experience it fully.
.. Beautiful enough to lure, untouchable enough to punish. I don't belong in your imagination.
Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"
Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"
I hope you realize how fucking powerful you are.
If you tell your body that you are sick, it will create symptoms to support you.
If you tell your brain that you are tired, it will make sure your body backs you up.
If you tell your heart that you hate life, it will share with you reasons to end it.
All of you β from every cell of your vessel to every fiber of your soul β obeys your words.
So tell your body you are healthy. Tell your brain you are lucky. Tell your heart you are happy.
Wield your power wisely.
Zorya Porannia β¨
The Warrior. The Healer. The Bringer of assurance. The Gate of Prosperity. The Dew Maiden. The Protectress. Strength of the Weak. The Morning Aurora.
There's a quiet certainty in me that I am an expression-almost a revelation-of something greater, something ancient. Call it the Goddess, call it archetype, call it myth made flesh. I don't just admire Her.. I embody fragments of Her.
And I honor that through how I move, how I look, how I exist.
Through sensuality. Through softness that still holds teeth. Through being aware of my own allure- self-erotic, not for an audience, but as a relationship with myself.
