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brian moser should have gotten to explore his little brothers body. follow for more bangers
i think a term that lumps all butches - but especially transfem butches - in with queer men for their masculinity and labels said explains their marginalisation as one of (queer) "misandry" or "androphobia" is kind of irresponsible. butches are masculine, but being a gnc woman is not the same thing as being a man or male-aligned.
If you notice in the original definition, I specifically do not use the term misandry or androphobia. You have put words in my mouth.
If you also look at the definition, you'd see that I specifically say -> queer masculinity <- & queer manhood in every sentence. Because these are two separate but related things. Butches are queerly masculine. You said it yourself. I am not calling butches men I'm calling them masc. Which they are and take pride in being. GNC women, both cis and trans, can be victimized by androqueerphobia.
Please understand what a general umbrella term means, anon. But, I know you won't because I am aware this is likely just a bad-faith jab for the sake of starting pointless discourse. Just allow the word to be used as intended to discuss systemic bigotry, Jesus Christ.
oh we are getting that s5 david bowie ‘heroes’ moment
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He wants me to go hard on him. We battled every one on one in practice against each other. He really wants to be ready for the season, so he chooses to go against me which is pretty funny.
He likes when I give it to him and we shake it off after.
arber on playing physically with kirby in practice — training camp 09.20.25
Edward sit in the back of a cab he’d gotten off fifth avenue. Deep down, he knew what had to be done but surprisingly, he never told anyone of this last plan he’s had. Perhaps he’s trying something different? Or maybe…this doesn’t involve The Riddler? Maybe it involves Edward. Edward Nashton. How he hated that name. A constant reminder of his past, a fly he could not swat, a demon he could not exorcise. It lingered and ate at him. He felt DIRTY. He’s felt dirty all this time. And he can’t have that if he’s to maintain appearances amongst gothamites. He can’t be seen as dirty. For Christ sake, he’s The Riddler! Gothams intellectual zenith. If he were to be seen as dirty, his light would die out. No one would care. He’d be seen as how he sees himself deep down. A scared little boy trying to play hide and seek in the limelight. The cruel irony of his game is despite setting everything up, he’d be mad when he got caught. Then, the door of the cab opens. This was the place.
10 Leslie Street. Greenwich, Connecticut. The Nashton Residence.