#forcepunk

[cavalecavale]

tired of military forcemasc and straight gymbro forcemasc and whatever else tbh. PUNK forcemasc is the way. stop yearning for fascism and fucking DIY your life THIS is the way to freedom.

[edit: this is not a deep serious moral judgement or anything no need to get upset about it!! + the second part of this post *is* forcepunk you can scroll in peace now]

[decompdeer]

mean trans punk who dresses me like a ‘real man’ but still uses they/them for me

mean trans punk who tells me to “take it like a man” while he fucks me into the mattress

mean trans punk who forces me to workout till i’m about to throw up

mean trans punk who beats the shit out of me to ‘make me strong’

mean trans punk who pins me down with his knees to pierce my face

mean trans punk who gives me stick & pokes and tells me to man up when i cry

mean trans punk who puts his cigarettes and joints out on me

mean trans punk who calls me a stupid mutt

mean trans punk who gropes me whenever he wants

mean trans punk who jerks off to me when i’m sleeping

mean trans punk who walks me on a leash

[stinkymuttt]

I LOOOVVEEE forcemasc, but I can't talk about it to NORMAL people because it's "fetishizing trans men"..

But it's SOOOO GOOOODD

[b0y-posts]

(carried over from my old blog)

i actually need punk forcemasc in my life Right Now.

need an older trans dude to hold my chin while he gives me a shitty lip piercing. need him to ruffle my long hair and tell me i need a fuckin haircut (so does he, and neither of us are getting one). need to work on patches together and have him teach me how to sew em on. need him to take me to diy shows and fuck me behind the building with my hands scrabbling over the brick wall. he’s got a cigarette in his mouth and he’s panting, yeah, just like that, kid -

MINORS AND CIS MEN DNI

[prettylilqueer]

forcepunk. dragging me to local shows with you, encouraging me to smoke with you between sets, “c’mon, you can take another hit”, sneaking into the bathroom or alley w me to push me onto my knees, ‘cause we don’t belong to anyone but my mouth is yours, baby. fighting w me as aftercare to toughen me up,, i can take it and you know it.

running away from the graffiti we just sprayed w me, your callused hand firm in mine, giggling at the tag I chose for myself.

letting me wear ur old band tees, reveling in my wonder when I gasp at merch from bands now disbanded, letting me patch up ur battle jacket, teaching me how to put spikes on juuuust right to mine, sharpening ‘em for me so nobody fucks with your butch boytoy.

showing me how you turn hardware chains into jewelry, slung low and heavy around your hips, or tight and chafing against my wrists when that starts to bore me.

bandaging my knuckles when I split ‘em against your face, so proud that I got a hit in, because you want a mean guard dog and you’ll whip me into shape for it yourself.

[lycan-bro-pe]

waiter!! waiter!!! more punk forcemasc please!!!!

[cavalecavale]

being antifa is so gender affirming. try it now. you need someone to replace all your clothes with black cargo pants, take all that rage and hope and angst before it burns you from within and shape it into strength and care and community joy if you won't fucking do it yourself

[prettylilqueer]

don’t let me be soft for you, that’s disgusting. c’mon, make me show you my teeth. i promise they’re sharp.