Due to unforseen reasons, we unfortunately lost our old blog. Memories. Drabbles. Fantasies. Now remnants within a void that deemed us sin.
So, like the fleeting collapse of the Morningstar. Our broken wings are now our thorns, and our hearts now rewired for new opportunities.
Of course, this blog is solely for the ones who are told they are perverse, or monsters for shedding their skin and being themselves. Meaning, this blog will contain things such as: Incest. Brotherly relationships. Forcemasc. Therianthropy. Darkshipping. Plurality.
If these things trigger you, block us. We will not be mad at your boundaries, but if you stay?
Respect is the bare minimum.
‹ ︎ ✦ 𓏻 𝕴ᥒ𝗍ᥱrᥱs𝗍s ’ ◟ 🪽៹ໃ
The Disastrous Life of Saiki K (TDLOSK), Jujitsu Kaizen (JJK), The Coffin of Andy and Leyley (TOCAAL), Crocheting, Writing, Mindless Self Indulgence (MSI), The Neighborhood, Arctic Monkeys, My Little Pony (MLP), Science, Literature, Animal Farm, Gacha, Obey Me! One Master To Rule Them All, Paganism, Therianthropy, Ao3, Panty and Stocking with Garter belt (PASWG), SCP...
‹ ︎ ✦ 𓏻 𝕯᥆ 𝕹᥆𝗍 𝕴ᥒ𝗍ᥱrᥲᥴ𝗍 ’ ◟ 🪽៹ໃ
Anti-proship, Anti-darkship, Anti-shotacon, Anti-lolicon, Anti-therians, Radqueers, Transandrophobes, Transphobes, Homophobes, Racists, Abelists, Trump supporters, Nazis, Zionists, Religious people that harass others.
I'm gonna learn to sew trouser pants and blazers and make my own suit for prom despite being a non-passing, closeted trans guy irl and I will make sure everyone see me look goated >:)
Back when I was in university we were asked to do a brief research exercise on a health condition impacting a community. Can't remember what I wanted to look at now, but it was something to do with the trans community.
Whatever it was, to put it this way, if there were 10 studies on the trans community as a whole, there were 3 on trans women and trans fems and 0 on trans men and trans mascs, and 0 on nonbinary people. All of the mixed studies were also pretty much useless for my purposes as well because they were all so lopsided.
I think I swapped to a bunch of different things - addiction rates, smoking, depression, mental health in general - nothing that was even roughly equal in looking at all of us. Trans men, trans mascs and nonbinary people are so under researched as to be nonexistent.
To keep this brief since I've rambled a bunch - this is a major issue health wise since we have not a lot of literature on what testosterone does to certain bodies. This can lead to major health complications, not because of the testosterone itself, but because there might be an interaction thats missed or a complication that's not noticed (which is the same for any medication that's under researched on certain bodies. This is not me scaring people off of hrt, this is me pointing out its a medication like any other.)
#the therapist who wrote my permission slip for hrt was a trans man#and during that appointment we talked about the erasure of trans men from basically everything#and i talked about an article i had read a week or so earlier about trans people and hiv#it very in depth about risks prevention treatment etc#except that it exclusively referenced trans women with a single sentence at the end basically saying 'oh trans men are at risk too'#less than a year later i saw that same therapist speaking at an hiv organization fundraising event#he talked about how he had just recently been diagnosed with hiv#and had to sit there while this doctor told him all about how the treatment options had never been tested on trans men#none of them#they knew that the treatment would work#but not how effective it would be in comparison to its effectiveness in other demographics#no idea what kind of side effects he might experience#how it would interact with his body and his hormones#what the long term effects would be#nothing#he had to sit there while his doctor told him he would have to be a guinea pig but its not like he has a choice#the only alternative is dying from aids#that whole thing was kind of a wake up call for me#and i started paying more attention getting tested regularly myself and all that sruff you're supposed to do#and over time i befriended the person who did most of my testing#they were also trans masc and we would talk about this kind of stuff#and i told them i wanted to get on prep but every doctor i asked had a wildly different answer on if i even could take it#which verison i could take etc#and they said that only one form of prep has been approved fot trans men but its never actually been tested on trans men#and that one version isnt good for long term use because it has some pretty serious side effects long term#and they said that they regularly go to conferences and meet with representatives from all these drug companies#and they ask 'wheres the data on trans men' 'when are you doing clinical studies on trans men'#and the answer#every single time is: we have not done any studies on trans men and we have no intention to ever do studies on trans men#this is not some passive result of trans masc invisibility it is an active act of erasure that needs to be recognized as an act of violence
If you add 3 sentences to your work in progress and show me, I will add 4 sentences to my work in progress and show you.
Uhhhhmmmmm.... here it is?I guess????
That was the worst part. Not the word itself. Not the admission. Not even the fact that he had been keeping this secret for months—watching her, knowing her, holding the truth about her blood in his chest like a stolen thing he had no right to carry.
It's late at night, the moon shining through the cracks of the curtain and slightly illuminating my bedroom with a soft glow—which I can't see because of the blindfold over my teary eyes.
My hands are tied, body clad in my favourite oversized shirt that's completely unbuttoned, body exposed for my sweet little brother to see, or rather, ruin.
My mouth's gagged with my own plushie—the yellow rabbit on whose ears I nibbled on as a kid. Only it was the poor thing's neck getting clenched on like my life depended on it.
“C'mon, fox boy~” my little brother teases, his fingers curling into my boy cunt tighter as he tugs at the faux tail he plugged into me, “Your teeth are sharp, yeah? Foxes hunt rabbits, don't they? C'mon baby, bite harder.” with that he spits on my clit, thumb rubbing it harsher in a way that makes my back arch off the old mattress as I do bite harder. Because he's right. Because my teeth are sharp and I'm a good boy that listens to him and I'm not some weakass mutt.
Except my eyes water again because his fingers are hitting my good spot and I feel my real tail wagging and I can't help but cum before he gives me permission to only for him to smack my boy cunt and wanna overstim me again...
Sometimes I wonder if I really am in a relationship with my super duper awesome sauce cutie patootie cool handsome amazing boyfriend or if I'm really in a selfcest relationship bc of how much we have in common all the way down to kinks lmao
Created a pseud on ao3 to put my novel up on bc if I do manage to complete and publish it one day I firmly support letting it be accessible to those who wouldn't be able to afford it and also bc ao3 is one of the many inspirations for my novel in the first place and I don’t see a better site to put it there than on that.
Shower head to my boy cunt, water pressure slapping my clit and making me see utter stars, drooling, holding back moans so no one else could hear as I slip in two fingers into myself imagine it was my sweet little brother pouding into me and overstimulating my cunny <33
