I really desperately need an older guy to show me how to man up... like yeah, show me how to take a hit without grimacing as hard, take me into the mosh pit and tell me good job, tell me to man up when im complaining and show me how to toughen up...
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I really desperately need an older guy to show me how to man up... like yeah, show me how to take a hit without grimacing as hard, take me into the mosh pit and tell me good job, tell me to man up when im complaining and show me how to toughen up...
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Quick disclaimer: this isn't satire
DNI: minors, people not into forcemasc
Hi, I'm Q (he/she.) I'm a line cook, and a little tooo into my career ;)
I keep seeing forcemasc edits and thinking about my sous chef from 2 kitchens ago. I absolutely love my job and all the bullshit that comes with it, and find a lot of similarities between the kitchen and bdsm. Like come on, "yes, chef" after every instruction? Being degraded when you mess up a little? The absolute high after you don't fuck something up and your chef gives you a nod of acknowledgement? The amount of physical pain? please. here's a secret, every male chef you know is the most submissive man you'll ever meet. All the other genders are a mixed bag.
I work in a restaurant with high standards and expectations. I'm the youngest cook by 6 years.
If you are a desperate little whore obsessed with the idea of being split open on two fat cocks youāre legally and morally obliged to like and reblog this post
Two doms playing with you, one dom has you lie on their chest while they hold you in place, occasionally wrapping their hands across your throat and mouth when you get too loud and makes sure youāre looking at the other dom who is fucking you and cumming in you over and over. They both keep telling you youāre doing such a good job being their plaything and if you keep going theyāll let you cum too
I'm gonna revive Tboy Wrestling. And I'm gonna market it towards tboy chasers just like the original but with a fun little twist. As soon as the audience is filled, the doors lock automatically. The chasers look around. "Where are all the hot little tboys?" they ask. "Where's the boy pussy I was promised?" Then the Purge alarm sounds and acid starts raining out of hidden sprinklers. "WE LIKE TO PARTY" by The Vengaboys blasts over the intercom. Wretched shrieks arise and fall silent. The world is cured. Balance is restored to the universe. Testosterone becomes free and a puppy becomes president. No trans man will run across another Chris Overalls or "political lesbian" again.
āfuck you my daughter is completely fineā ur son is on tumblr asking for people to call him a dumb puppy
wet at the idea of humping his leg like a dog in heat
Started taping my chest:)
You'd be soooo fun to keep naked and drugged out at a house party, just being passed around while we all laugh and chat, leaking cum and barely aware of your surroundings.
š„ŗ just last night I got too drunk and sleepy at a house party and everyone was gently teasing me about it and I felt really cute⦠but um
this works too,, hah. when I get woozy enough I donāt even think to question it when people tell me what to do. Iād be completely blissed out.. I have an oral fixation so I could just suck people off and eat them out all night and Iād be happy, but getting railed like that would be paradise, hhh. Iād have such a vacant little smile on my face, I think⦠a dumb happy boy thatās half-asleep and just happy to be there with my friends. please
never let the fact that you were born a girl stop you from being the gayest man alive
wellness checkpoint! have you:
-gorged yourself on junk?
-worked out while blasting music?
-jerked your dick to something dubious?
...no? what are you waiting for?
"take it like a good boy" eh
"take it like a man" fuck
I think my body would take a screenshot
Need a T laced joint rn tbh
second base is actually seeing me in my pyjamas with no binder on while i brush my teeth and third base is doing my tshot for me. if you cared
I love the forcemasc concept of "killing the girl to become the man" squarely to piss off my mother and make her realize her fantasy of me will never come to pass, but now that I'm really thinking about it, it's the opposite
As a girl, I was frail. I wasn't eating enough, never got enough sun, barely had the energy to function day to day. On top of regular blood loss and brain fog that I chalked up to undiagnosed adhd I was miserable and could not feasibly imagine living to the age I am now. I believed my life was a never-ending performance that had me wearing things I didn't like and doing things I didn't like for people I didn't know. Work. Marriage. Family. I confused my hatred for that life for a hatred for life itself. I believed I wanted to end it all when I had barely begun to live.
And then. I moved away. I learned about trans people. I learned you could have a hand in your own shaping, you didnt have to be a doll moved by an unseen hand, you could move through the world in a way that reflects you. I started socially transitioning. People listened when I spoke, they looked at me like a person and not a piece of meat, I started eating more, I took up space, let myself relax. Shoulders back, chin higher.
I started T. I started working out. I feel more myself than I've ever known was possible. My hand feels warm and solid when I rest my face on it. My manager says "everyone wants to adopt him" and my coworkers accept me as I am. My low voice echoes in the hall. I look in the mirror and see a young man's face staring back at me, proud, silly, kind. Content.
I fully, and truly believe that if i didn't discover myself when I did, I would not be here today.
I didn't kill her. I saved her.
People hate me because Iām handsome and because I made someoneās resentful daughter into their aloof and dashing son but mostly because Iām handsome