I love it when they prematurely admit that they're going to go after cis women like they did trans women next.

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I love it when they prematurely admit that they're going to go after cis women like they did trans women next.
Women fist me
My fish fear.
After Muriel Rukeyser, Spray paint on thrifted pillowcase, liv Labrys, 2026
“The darkness is for doing whatever makes being together feel good”- Larry Mitchell, the faggots and their friends between revolutions
Spray painted quilt by Liv Labrys, 2026
Some semiotechnical codes of (my) white transmasculine/testodyke stone butch womanhood belonging to the postwar pharmacopornographic political ecology:
Stone butch blues, testosterone gel, flat front boxers that cost too much, not knowing if the man you pass on the sidewalk thinks you’re a man or a woman, not knowing if he expects a smile or a nod, bruised arms, that one kiss from brokeback mountain, a benign tumor buried within breast tissue, wanting desperately to be touched, not allowing yourself to be touched, clove oil, never having enough piercings, ssri’s that don’t do much but you gotta keep taking them, mastectomy scars showing through a mesh bralette, soft stomach, big thighs, broad shoulders, wanting to be a gay man but only if you’re also a cowboy, wanting to run away, compulsory heterosexuality, the knowledge that you can never go back a single moment, 10 year old drugstore tinted lip balm that you need to throw away, leather, a collection of belt buckles, hanky code, unsureness if it’s their left or yours, not actually caring, steamed broccoli, big butch arms, squeezing shredded potatoes for latkes during Hanukah, crying when they kissed you, worries that they don’t want to fuck you anymore, your heart flipping over when they call you pretty, fisting, wondering if you’re demiromantic, realizing your gender is hot glued to your identity as a girlfriend, the new topping book’s paragraph on empathy, fear of dildos, erotic fascination with dildos, realtree camouflage, dressing like your stepbrother’s friends did in 2014, carabiners, bottom growth, triangle piercings, desire to be destroyed, insecurity in relationships, knowing you’re a woman but maybe not in the same way as your grandmother, passing as a man and not realizing it, passing as a woman and not realizing it, being asked your pronouns in the Kroger checkout line, bubblegum, fragile sobriety, soft things made hard, hard things made soft, guilt, getting distracted while deer hunting with your stepfather by the chanterelles, feeling ruined, wanting to be ruined, becoming convinced you are irredeemably perverted,,,
The above writing is referencing Paul B Preciado’s “Some semiotechnical codes of white heterosexual femininity belonging to the postwar pharmacopornographic political ecology” found in his book “teso junkie” in chapter “technogender”
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women who get top surgery and/or take T: I’m kissing you on the forehead goodnight. Hope you have a lovely dream tonight where people mind their business and respect everyone’s bodily autonomy.
It’s international women’s day! Happy birthday to all women especially trans women and gnc women! I love you! I love me!
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I will fall in love with life even if it kills me
[guy confused about lesbian relationship voice]: okay ... so which one only tells lies?
Hypothetical scenario: you find a lesbian wandering the forest with only a pair of overalls and a bindle (containing a tiger boba tea in a flask, a micro hitachi wand, a clean pair of socks and a jar of handmade vegan pesto). They are not experiencing any kind of amnesia, she remembers everything in her whole life. Except for everything before they were 13 and also what she dreamt about last night. She says they never found a name, nothing was ever right. They enjoy the salad you make them almost entirely out of clover and huckleberries. You are slowly falling in love with this strange woman who has refused your offering of sandals. “My callouses are very thick on the bottoms of my feet” she assures you. She loves touching. They hate being touched. Everything new is exciting. Everything new is uncomfortable.
What name would you give her
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