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if i were to hypothetically read homestuck where could i find it? i remember hearing the official site sucks now(?)

One thing I love about Rowan Mayfair is how painfully Straight she is because here I am thinking about pretty Doctor Mayfair and wondering if I could have a chance with her and there she is telling me how a strap would never work for her because she needs the real thing and how she yearns for a big and hard and muscled and tit-less Male body that preferably smells like male cologne and hard-work-male sweat like her big strong husband and I’m like Ah I love me a Woman that will Never be available in any way

#mayfair posting #Rowan Mayfair #Anne Rice #the lives of the mayfair witches #the witching hour #Taltos #lasher #Mayfair witches #eef.txt

I've been seeing a lot of people saying how to look non-binary/Tips for looking more non-binary, and they ALL follow the same format: short hair, binder, baggy, masc clothes- and while I do follow this format, this is not everyone's experience, so here. Have an actual helpful list of tips for looking more non-binary:

1) style your hair the way YOU want. Can be a traditionally masc or fem style, something unique- it doesn't matter!

2) Buy clothes you like- again! Masc/Fem- doesn't matter! Your clothes have no gender

3) Buy a binder IF you want to. not every AFAB non-binary person wants to bind! Nor should we always assume non-binary is inheritanly a AFAB masc looking experience. The same goes for AMAB non-binary people and tucking

4) Literally just be yourself. theres no "correct" way to look non-binary. Everyone is different

#eef.txt #nonbinary #enby #non binary #lgbt+#lgbtq+#lgbtqia #just remember: you dont need to look a certain way to be considered a certain person #no matter what you look like or how you dress #you and your identity are still valid #you can be hyper fem and still be non binary #or androgynous and a trans man #it doesn't matter #gender is what you are #how you present it is your choice #do not let others dictate how you get to express yourself

If I had the right amount of money I’d buy my childhood home back. Where I was born on the bed of my parents, on the sheets they choose together in times when they still loved each other, and I would know most of the creaks in the wooden stairs and it would feel familiar in some way and the house would smell like it would smell on the quiet afternoons we came back from summer holiday. I’d fill the living room with the smell of my mothers cooking and the tea she held on a platter and the sound of her voice in low conversation with her girlfriends as familiar to me as the moments I would sit on her lap during New Year’s Eve, fighting to stay awake till midnight, and I would put the side of my head on her chest so that through my ear I could hear the rumble of her voice and feel as safe as if I was back in the womb. Or the nights where I crawled next to my sleeping father and he would put his arm around me and I would match my breathing with his, eyes closed, his strong heart thumping against my back.

I would walk over to the gardens and I would remember the goldfish that died and then two weeks later its companion, who could not deal with the grief. and I would know they would be skeletons now and I would remember the sounds of the children playing on the school ground across from it. And I remember the afternoons we would sit together on the fence, as one of us after another learned to ride our little bikes, first with little wheels on the side, and then without them, but with dad’s hands holding your shoulders, and then without dad’s hands but with his encouragement. And then the floating feeling of being able to ride without falling. in snow and in rain and in sun and in winds. And I remember the giant pink blossom tree whose falling petals we would collect, soft and fragrant. And the sand cakes we would bake instead of castles we would built. And I would see the bathroom and remember all those evenings before school. And all those evenings I looked at my dad standing in front of the mirror as he shaved his face with a razor knife because he was old school like that.

I would also remember the first heartbreaks I felt in my childhood as i revisit my teenage bedroom, so small and untidy as always

I wish I could buy my childhood home back and save it for myself, and maybe it will fix this ever longing sense of not belonging because no house ever made me feel safe like the way my childhood home did

#some nights be like that #anyway #me #eef.txt

girlfriend :)

#eef.txt #e tag

"you cant id as a lesbian if youre he/it!!!!!!!1!!!1!!11!!!"

girl we can do anything we want forever

#i BEG you to actually look into the history of lesbians and IDs #like #lesboy (that i ID as) is literally an accepted thing for YEARS #its just the name thats new #eef.txt

yall i had my top surgery yesterday, and i wanna say:

for the love of GOD drink water afterwards. my blood pressure dropped when i was being discharged because i hadn’t drunk enough water. I felt awful. please do yourself a favour and make sure you hydrate when youre post op

#eef.txt #top surgery #transgender ftm #ftm #ftm tips #transition