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welcome
these ones are dolls
these one's main blog is @eepyraven
this blog is nsfw
we will post original writing and political things these one's think to be important
all posts here will also be on these one's main blog
have some tea and enjoy
they literally deleted all existing reblogs of that post from existence btw<3
as a transmisogynyzed non-binary woman, these ones often feel like they first have to fight to be accepted as a woman to then be able to start fighting to be accepted as non-binary. and that last part hasn't successfully happened so far.
Oh. C'mere. Sit in my lap. Let's talk through this.
To start, I don't really think that there is truly necessarily 'no such thing as the self'. We can chart out patterns of identity from context, make scientific predictions, and the results won't be fully determined by present context alone. But more than that, I think the idea of the self does have some use.
Careful. Lean back a little more. There we go, perfect. My dolly really is so sweet.
I mean, I get it. Recently you've been going through a lot of changes. It's easy to look at all of this and say that all you are is arbitrary. That your porcelain head is an empty shell. Why wouldn't it be? If the things you felt were your deepest truths could be changed in just... Let me check. -- Two months, seventeen days and five hours.
There you are. Lean into me. You don't need to worry about anything else. Just focus on my words and my touch, like usual.
Well, as I see it, everything you believe about yourself is neither true nor false. Instead, it exists on a different level. Not quite chosen, not quite determined. Constructed in the contradiction between you and not-you. The choices you make versus the experiences you have. From this, 'identity' emerges. You draw a line. But, sometimes the outside comes knocking a little too hard. Like when you met me.
There, there. Good girl. Just focus on my touch. You can think about it all later. Just focus on the feeling of my fingers. Tracing your grooves and cuts.
Thus, I think 'be yourself' puts the cart before the horse. It's a useless little platitude. But it sounds smart because people who loudly succeed always seem to be being themselves. Charisma requires such delusion. I'd agree that a well constructed mind should know the difference between inside and outside, but yours isn't very well constructed, is it? The barriers are broken down, now just about anyone could reach inside and tell you what you are.
Such a pretty dolly. There you are. Sound and touch. Hands on your body and whispers in your ear. Fall in as deep as you want.
No, if I want you to not just break down the moment I'm gone, I do need to build that shell back up again. You need a 'self', an 'identity', a line between 'you' and 'not you'. A way you can behave that isn't just in reaction. Classically, it should be all your own choices, things you're proud of, things you decided. But, I'm not very concerned with what's usually done, just what's effective.
You're really in it, huh? You must have really needed this. Such a cute toy for me. Breathe in, and out. There we go. Good doll.
So, let's get started. What things can we put within you to better explain how you expect yourself to act? What things can we put within you that you can draw on as proof that you understand yourself? What things can we put within you that will provide you a framework for how you should behave?
And then. Ah, mhm.
I suppose you're right. Right now, you don't really have a self. Not a proper one. You exist purely in reaction to me. Thus, I can put anything I want in there and you'll believe it. But that will change. And hopefully I'll craft my doll well enough that no one else will ever be able to break it ever again.
Now, let's get started on that. Let's push you all the way under. Focus on the rhythm of my touch as I unlock you.
since the wage gap discourse has reopened again, I'd like to point out that there would be no discourse if so many trans men didn't feel threatened by finding out trans women had lower wages than them on average
I pointed out a statistic and called for solidarity and a recognition of privilege. how anyone else reacts to that is their choice
and, for the record! a lot of people have actually reacted by going "damn, trans women really are in an especially vulnerable position huh? I'm gonna make sure to keep that in mind when interacting with the trans women in my community"
it's not hard!
(XユーザーのAMAOUさん: 「…羽休… #水銀燈 #ローゼンメイデン https://t.co/FED98fUZKm」 / Xから)
oh, you're an angel, come down from heaven to protect me? why, than you! why don't you sit down. oh yes, i'm safe! i can assure you there are no demons around here. would you like some tea? here you go. how's being an angel going for you? i've heard it's pretty stressful. i'm so sorry for that. i know you're trying your best. your heart is in the right place. enjoying your tea? you know, if you angelic duties are too much, you can rest here for a bit. just a few minutes. as i said, there's no danger here. oh, you're starting to feel a bit sleepy? yeah, it's probably just the exhaustion from being such a hard working angel, protecting us poor humans. oh, and dizzy, too? that's weird... are you sure you're alright? you seem a bit off. do you maybe want to lay down in my bed until you fell better? just make sure to finish that tea first, that should help you feel better. there you go, i'll get you to be. oh, no need to thank me, this is the least i can do. just rest for now, okay? sleep well my little demon~
Kissing a dollgirl but she's made out of porcelain so it just sounds like teacups clinking
having them stare up at me with their big puppy eyes while i play around in their mouths with my fingers
it stands in front of the mirror, and looks itself in the eyes. cracks and dirt cover its shell.
it dislodges the porcelain plating covering an arm. it looks at the metal skeleton below.
rust.
it was built into a bad place. the world and those around it gave it none of the care it needed. slowly, its joints rusted.
it hurts so much. it thinks about the past, and it burns.
"Dollie, are you in there?"
its head shoots up. movement. danger.
...
no, that's not it. it's a friendly voice.
...
it pieces itself together.
"go away .."
"Alright dear. I'll be outside if you need anything."
"... hh, no please ... sorry ..."
the door opens. it averts its gaze. She walks in, and places a hand on its shoulder. it flinches, but quietly settles into the touch after a moment.
"mmnn .. sorry ..."
"There's no need, sweet thing."
She looks down at the display. at its opened arm.
"We should get you cleaned up. Is this okay?"
She slides Her hand down its arm and squeezes it in Her hand. it nods.
She picks up the removed shell piece, holding it firmly. with Her other hand, She leads the doll into another room.
placing the porcelain on a clean cloth, She rummages through a cupboard, ensuring She keeps hold of the doll.
a gentle acid. a clean sponge.
She eases the doll down into a nearby chair, and gets onto Her knees in front of it. She studies the exposed metal frame.
"This may sting, but that's okay. You're a strong dollie. It won't hurt for much longer."
...
it loves Her.
Haii puppy!! I hope you’re doing okay today <3
How do you feel about me giving you so so so many platonic cuddles? I’d love to hold you for as long as you’d like, giving you plenty of pets and playing with your hair and keeping you very verry warm :3
mmmrrfhgshsjjiia i need cuddles soosososo baddd T-T
puppy cuddlepile when !? !? !?
right now :33 also beware you might get bitten (a lot hehe~)
@w@ waow,.,…
omg can i join?
well, not like im giving you a choice
*jumps on you*
as long as youre okay with the biting thing >:3
please *please* bite me as hard as you can
and dont worry if you start tasting blood
You as you were.
happy indigenous history month
it is so important that people use their privilege (even if it's just relative) to help and uplift those who are more oppressed
the fact that transfems are something to be desired in private (see: porn) but murdernd in public makes these ones think theres a lot of that christian abstinence mindset within transmisogyny
this pride month you are obligated to find a transfeminine person and take care of her, relieve her of all her troubles, let her put off her mask and make her feel so safe that she starts cring in your arms
Idk who needs to hear this but take that early transition girl out. Dress her up all pretty and assure her that anyone who dares to say a negative word will have to contend with you. Do her makeup and gently talk her through the steps, do one eye for her and let her try the other one on her own. Kiss her lips and watch the way she grins like a maniac at the imprint that her black lipstick leaves behind. Take her out to the movies or to the mall, walk around and buy her a pair of good boots without letting her look at the price tag, watch the way she smiles shyly and swoons even while insisting she doesn't need them. Tell her 'My love. You loved them instantly and they had your size- it's fate, they're meant to be yours,' and then help her sit down in one of the mall chairs to put them on, watch the way she prances around in them like an excited little girl.
Hold her hand and talk to the lady at Rue 21 for her because you know she's insecure about her voice. Go in the dressing room with her and gently help her into the skirt she was eyeing- one foot, a second, shimmy, shimmy, up- followed by a wonderfully soft sweater that falls just right over her frame. Hug her from behind while she looks in the mirror and feels beautiful, basking in her euphoria. Whisper into her ear how proud you are of her- how brave she is, how beautiful, how honored you are to be able to share this journey with her.
Take her to dinner and kiss her while you wait for your food, run your hands down her freshly shaven arms and gently caress over the back of her neck. Offer her some of your ramen while you take a bite of her fried rice, and clumsily attempt to feed her a bite of sushi with some chopsticks.
And then. Take her home, with all the bags that now hold the beginnings of her new wardrobe, and help her hang them up, try them on. Let her have a fashion show and gently wipe her makeup off before sleep. Kiss her and caress her and shower her with affection, with praise and love and adoration. Let her melt into your arms and if she cries let the tears soak into your shirt. Gently caress her hair and say 'its okay, baby girl. I love making you feel beautiful,'
Or something, idk.
To all the amazing women in the notes of this post I want to speak to you directly: You deserve this. Whether it comes from a partner, or a close friend, or even a family member, you deserve to have someone who celebrates you, who lifts you up and marvels at the heights you manage to reach once your wings grow in. And if you've never had that I need you to know it *is* possible, and not only is it possible, you are worthy of it. It may not always be as elaborate as what I described above, but I promise there are people in this world who will want to make you feel beautiful, because there is truly nothing like getting to bask in someone's second-hand euphoria.
And it doesn't matter how long you've been transitioning, how long you've 'known'. It doesn't matter if you're in the closet or transitioned 25 years ago, every single trans woman deserves at least a fraction of this, at least a similar soft memory. Because so many of you do or did it on your own, in your rooms quietly finding yourselves. But you deserve to transition loudly, joyfully, publicly, in whatever way works for you. You deserve someone who will not flinch, who will hold you up proudly and say 'Look at her, isn't she gorgeous?'
Love the trans women in your lives loudly, unapologetically, and intensely, my friends. They need it.
wahhh TwT
i want this so baddddd plsplsplsplspls
will never happen to me tho😔
come here i'll dress you up nice and pretty :3
i'll choose a cute dress you'll look adorable in, help you change into it, making sure everything sits right. and then i'll take you out, leading the way while holding your hand, making sure my pretty princess doesn't get lost. and we'll go shopping together and i'll buy you crepe and watch and giggle a little as you struggle to eat it because you are just so adorable and i'll take you to a nice restaurant and share my food with you and i'll make sure you never feel uncomfortable during the entirety of it. and should it get a bit cooler as the afternoon turns to evening i'll offer you my jacket and keep you really close to me so my body warms you up and i'll make sure you get home safe, help you change into your sleeping clothes, remove your makeup, read you a bedtime storry while you can lay your head on my chest and drift away and i'll give you a kiss on your forehead before going to sleep too and ill make sure you feel so comfortable and safe and that you can be fully yourself. because you deserve this.
awawawawawa >w< hdjswuidhdiej
