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Still interested in sharing my writing, but like actually. I want to resurrect this blog and mold it into something that fits well with where I am now, mentally. I miss art and inspiration to create, so I hope to find that here.

Much love, V.

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I think I want to start sharing my writings on here. I don’t post anything original anywhere and I’ve been wanting to get back into writing and sharing.

#personal #vwrites #writing #journal

jacthereaper

Body

A/N: An ode to the fat queer body of my fat queer lover.

Your body. A heavenly figure. It has a likeness to the statues of the gods and goddesses of ancient mythology.

Yet your body is not a myth. Here it is, right before me. You’ve gifted me with the privilege of touching it, observing it, admiring it.

My eyes wander, leisurely meandering up and down the trail your body creates before me. When I’m close to you, my fingertips levitate across your features.

The curves the folds the rolls the stretch marks the blemishes the hair the muscles the fat the flesh, god the flesh.

Your fat and the way that it folds and molds to my grip is addicting. There’s so much to hold, bite, kiss, squeeze, grope, hump, soothe, stroke. I feel so at home in your arms, your big strong sweaty sweet arms.

When we fuck, I adore how our bodies stick to each other as our sweat mixes against our fat. I feel so blessed to have parts to move out of the way. To see myself in you. Both literally and figuratively.

Your existence welcomes mine like fresh warm cinnamon rolls on a cool fall day. Because I love your body, I see that I love mine just as much. I’m learning the nuances of body hair and difficult-to-keep-wet vulvas. Just a little more spit, a little more lube, a little more patience. A recipe for experimentation with our bodies to find what works.

I’m learning how gender and sex are just useless words when it comes to the melding of bodies. All that matters is taking our time and devouring each other. I’ll take whatever part I can in between my lips and suck relentlessly. I’ll take any part of you I can into my warm palms and grip. I’ll pinch the sensitive spots that I’ve memorized and flick my tongue the way I’ve been trained.

I will never be able to master your bodily pleasure. There will always be something new to learn and I yearn for it every time we connect. When I hold your hand or stroke your thigh. When I cradle you in my arms and kiss the top of your head. When I curl my fingers inside of you. There is always something to learn and I will forever be a student to your body.

#my love #crying

rosieandthemoon

Silk Headdress \\\ [•via•]

fatartappreciation

A fun piece of pinup art, Bare Skin, by Mexican artist Felix d’Eon … @felixdeonart on Instagram

sapphicides

“i want a soft masc!” “i want a tomboy fem!” i want a butch. i want a woman so masculine that my parents call her “sir.” i want a woman who wears muscle tanks, leather jackets, and combat boots. i want a woman with more pit hair than she has hair on her head. i want a woman with broad shoulders and biceps that are 20 inches around. i want a woman who can walk into a room full of men and be the most masculine one there. i want a dyke. i want a butch

transfemme-shelterdog

"Unfortunately, I'm a trans man"

Oh honey, no. Fortunately, you are. Because the world needs more people who aren't afraid to be their most authentic selves. Being a man is yours, and I will celebrate it with you.

timidsketch

It's fucked up that exclusionism and transandrophobia in the queer community, especially by fellow trans people, has made so many trans men feel guilty for being men