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Time for a new pinned intro~!

Call me fox, it/its! early 30s

✨Trans, nonbinary, tme

✨Queer with a huge serving of lesbian

✨Non human, non person. Somewhere within creature, object, thing, toy with doll and maid tendencies.

✨Fat!

✨Witch, who practices mainly sigil magic with an avid interest in all of the arcane

✨Artist! Love all mediums

✨Nerd of many things including but not limited to:

video games, cartoons/animation/comics

✨Slut!! Very into showing off ( #foxpicz for pictures, #foxthots for text)

Feel free to send me asks/horny things~i like to chat and practice flirting💗

Cis-men, this is not the place for you. Saw someone else put it this way perfectly—you have an uphill battle getting to know me because this one also finds you to be generally tedious and difficult to deal with.

Minors DNI!

Also DNI if you’re a zionist, terf, bigot of any kind and a proponent/user of AI.

Not afraid to block.

jsketch12

gratitude

retrogamingblog2

hermitollien

kayla-denker

Forcefem was a huge part of what helped me realize I'm trans and convince me to transition. I would always come across forcefem stuff and think "god, I wish that were me." Then someone told me "cis men don't wish that they were women" and it all clicked.

And I think all these chuds that claim forcefem is "tRaNsAnDrOpHobiC" know that. Especially since the stuff made by trans women makes it extremely explicit that the message is "it's ok to want to be a girl, you don't have to spend the rest of your life in misery pretending to be a man." It's extremely obviously not directed at trans men.

But transmisogynists view any trans woman that actually escapes the eggshell/closet as a tragedy, so they want to stop anything that helps us do so. They'd rather see a million dead closeted trans women than a single one of us happy and thriving as ourselves.

transsexual-feminism

It helped us too, by a lot. The number of transfem lives it has saved is honestly pretty astounding, which is exactly why transmisogynists hate it so much.

corantus

locked the fuck in get my money up

skoomabong

sin0fempathy

seems like tumblr finally realized the bad optics of not having the trans colors represented anywhere in their little performative pride like animation.

anyways transfems are still being banned en masse from this website for “any reason or no reason at all” and having their accounts taken down again and again when they attempt to remake. this includes accounts that had originally been around for over a decade, after they did nothing but get a bit too loud about being transfem. don’t shut up about it.

regal-bones

happy pride month!!! Here’s some of my pride artwork from the last few years :3 I hope everyone has a really fun time, and is able to be their authentic self!!!

futchling

I hope I am not just a parasocial creature to you but also a fetish object or perhaps masturbatory subject

#yeah!!!!#!!!!!

daylights-rain

Told a girl to break up with her lame fucking bf

She did.

And within 2 weeks she met a lesbian couple who saw her from across the [location redacted] and wanted to make her their third and spitroast her.

That's right, with a fraction of my power i made a friend's dreams come true.

I am a powerful dragon.

daylights-rain

Just a little update, if you wanted to see the depth of my power

adz

i am a biological machine that turns cold cans of Campbell’s soup into shareholder value and nude selfies

adz

>:(

sacred-portal

eptck

you have to be kinder to people with memory issues.

you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.

you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.

you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.

you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.

you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.

you have to be kind. you have to be kind.

bebbls-craft-blog

LGBTV

tboytummmy

Ocean date

qqchurch

damn???

smokeablunt

sonicismyboyfriend

cool idea! anyone got a link for where to read / print these?

anarchistserum

Not exactly the same zines but it definitely looks like the same author judging by the mousegirl!

merifrimox

Though it seems the guide to safer drug use from the dhammaflow website contains all the individual ones anyway, on that page is actually another link, this one : https://dsdistro.noblogs.org/post/2025/03/26/radical-guide-to-safe-drug-use-pocket-zines/

Which has all the zines from the picture :)

inkskinned

i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.

inkskinned

i wrote this 7 years ago, somehow. every day someone else finds it and whispers to me - oh, i understand this. something always turns in the wash of my stomach: i am so, so glad you feel seen. i wish you had no idea what this post was about.

i wrote this while working in a program for new writers. on wednesdays, two of the teachers would be contractually obligated to read our writing aloud to the group of 300+ teens. i had never read my work in public before. i had something like 6k poems and was panicking about it. none of them are good enough. sometimes the train is howling. it is hard, actually, sometimes, even as an adult.

and then i thought - what is one thing i wish i could tell all of them. each of these 300 kids. what did i need to hear, at 16?

i wanted to tell them about the day you wake up, and the sun feels warm finally. i wanted to tell them about carving a life out of soapstone, your hands turning bloody. i wanted to tell them that sometimes yes - it actually does feel easy. i wanted to tell them about weddings and cookie dough and long road trips. about albums of new music and old friends laughing and the sound of snow falling.

you will learn the pattern of the train. you will learn to close your eyes when you hear the engine rumbling. you will learn to let yourself have the grey days in their lily-soft numbness. sometimes it will feel like life is wet paint, and god has smeared your canvas across a sewer grate. sometimes it will be so boring it isn’t even pronounceable - the tenacious, soundless blankness. survival isn’t just ugly nights and wild mornings. it is also the steady, unimportant moments. it is just driving with your seatbelt on. it is calling a friend on the way home. it is burying your face into the fur of your dog.

when i had finished reading this poem aloud, the auditorium was silent for a solid minute. someone stood up to take a picture of where it had been projected onto a screen, and then three more people followed the action, and then - like a bad internet story, people remembered they were supposed to be clapping. kids came up to me after it - thank you for writing that. i think i hear a train coming.

i would write this differently now, i think, but it has been 7 years. i still live by the tracks. i also haven’t picked up a blade in over 10 years. the scars are still there, but these days i only pick up scissors to cut my hair. i know why you can’t tell your mom about it. i know how the numbness slips over everything, a restless horrible cotton. i know how when you dropped the dish, you weren’t crying about the broken glass. i know about feeling like all the roads have closed their exits, that you aren’t supposed to still-be-here - and yet.

i am still here, and still yours, and i haven’t forgotten. what i’m saying is if any hope is calling to you - i know it’s hard, but you have to listen. i’m saying keep driving, but slow down the car. sit down in the shower, i’m not judging you. we can stay in the dark with the good hot water and do nothing but stare. notice the stab wound. make it through another tuesday.

i know what it is like to miss yourself. do what you need to. come home to me. i am writing to you, my past self, from the future. i’ll be waiting for you.

and when the train is coming - please move.

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