#mtf girlfriend

[twiggyrobinfruitbowlincident]

People act like I'm gay for having a trans girlfriend who dominates me.

I guess I'm a girl now, because she sure as hell isn't a man...

Why wouldn't I have super cool sex with my super cool girlfriend simply because she's also got a penis? Hmmm

[nonbinny-bunny]

Wearing him like one of those cute plushie backpacks while we're cuddling

[ishtarisgood]

I wanna fuck my hot tranny gf in the pussy and cum inside with my tongue down her throat so fucking bad right now. Fuck.

[knerdy-knitter]

It’d be nice, just once, to tell a cis person that my girlfriend transitioned during our relationship without having to reassure them that I still love her or having them congratulate me on my open-mindedness

[knerdy-knitter]

I'm sorry I made you a lesbian

Sentences that make sense when your partner is trans

[iwasbornaboy]

tangent 1: 12/7

my mom has been calling me riley once like every other day [though it sounds very forced] but still using female pronouns and my dad isn't even attempting. he's resorted to only talking to me if i'm in the room, making eye contact or having a conversation so he can just use second person pronouns. ugh. i'm gonna see how long it goes on for, but it doesn't seem like my dad wants to accept he has two sons who both have mental disorders [i clearly have gender dysphoria and i may also have a heavy case of anxiety, but i've refused to go to a doctor and be medicated for it. my little brother has adhd, ocd, and cap diagnosed]. bluh. i feel bummy. i'm also way behind in english homework cuz my teacher can't look at a computer because she got a concussion in the summer, meanwhile the school is pushing for sustainability. "print it." fucking contradiction. that is the current big thing holding me down, current academics. i need at least a b every class asides art, because if i show up to art, i get an a. the other thing eating me is if i sit too long thinking, alone, like with no friends online or working on a task that requires my thought, i get really fucking depressed fast. because i'll sit and there are two types of results: either i think "what if you removed peoples lips, like the different colors of the lips and just left the line on that person's face where the mouth actually opens like how fucked up would that be?" which was today. or the "i honestly am just waiting for college letters that say we're sorry to inform you but no ya know because i don't think i have the level of competition mustered up already to beat out people and get accepted. i just wanna be a guy that makes graphic novels and is a LGBT+ activist. but that's like all i got because i'm probably a horrible artist no one takes seriously. so i'm gonna get denied from my fucking safe school and then what, huh." ugh. typing it is making me think it now. chloe is also obsessed with this truck she's gonna get and drive illegally, because she's under age and doesn't even have a permit. that and the denial from college thoughts are tearing me apart yo. i don't really enjoy chloe's father, from all she's told me, but it's times like now i wish he was my dad so he could just give me ten buckets of cash because i'm a well behaved kid and i can take it and run off to a college, because they all like money. but nah. he hates one of his kids because he went to college [not for art]. and he won't let chloe come to my school because he thinks "theatre is for faggots and it'll make you a faggot. i want you to go into the marines." and that's why chloe isn't out to anyone but me and a couple other people she trusts. ugh i'm fucking upsetting myself more because i'm thinking about all the english homework i need to do and all the colleges that are gonna flip me off and i feel like death could be better than this right now. i don't even bother explaining how much i hate my face or body - i figure it's evident and a waste of time. but in case someone thought i actually liked me, haha, son, do you know how diddly fuck wrong your ass is. hhhhhhhhhhhh. anyway i need a fucking therapist.

[iwasbornaboy]

till 18: day 28

productive. productive as fuck. finished sketchbook [slam dunk!!!], fucking mailed that shit to there and for back too [fucking slam dunk!!!!!], cleaned both of my rats cages and my entire room and i took a shower [fucking shit is dunked!!!]. also i caught primal groudon with my bellossom named mcdik i think that is wonderful. back to drawing random shit for fun for a little bit until i go "yeah this would be a good time to do your other portfolios, you idiot." a bit upsetting my theatre teacher couldn't see my portfolio before i mailed it, but it had to be done. if she asks, i'll tell her i think i'm confident enough to be considered. it's really awkward to write my birth name everywhere. also, packages cost so much money? but this guy sent something to poland and was charged like a dollar and fifteen cents. fucking crazy, yo, the postal... cooperation? i dunno.

i gotta... draw more stuff. and i want to write another song. and i want to compose a song that wouldn't be horrible to sing over. and i want to try and sing over it. that's... probably not gonna happen for three months. i have three other colleges. i still need to send in my application for cal arts though, so i need to go and look and see if my friend from ohio looked over it and shove it to my theatre teacher all polite like "por favor" which might make her angry or giggle, considering she is actually spanish, and i have no control over what i'm typing now. for a fun fact, i normally don't backspace on these posts, unless super typo. fun fact: first time i wrote fun fact in the past sentence i wrote fun fuck. speaking of which, i am excited for tomorrorow!!! i get to see chloe and i'm gonna get so gushy inside, oh my shit. oooooo fuck. oh man. 

[iwasbornaboy]

till 18: day 25

today went well. i finished my cal arts essay enough that i'm gonna have a friend of mine, currently attending ohio, look over it a second time before i hand it off to my theatre teacher. lot of stress relieved because of it. still sick in the nose a bit, but i think it'll clear up while i'm home this weekend. speaking of, i walked home from my bus stop today at a reasonable "i have to do something so i'm focused on getting to a destination" pace. and disregarding when i pulled my bag over my chest, which made me really upset, i did feel like a casual artist walking through the streets. i felt very male again and i felt like i have figured out my artistic statement. which i then poured into my essay. in other news, i'm very excited for saturday, as is chloe. she said something like, "you treat me as a girl when we're together in person, you treat me as a girl when we talk, so i am kind of excited to be treated as a girl in bed." she does has this phobia of kissing though, and she has a solid reason why the fear developed, but i think i can break her out of it a bit. the reason was quite long ago [but i will keep it disclosed]. she hasn't had problems in the past with me kissing her neck or cheek, so i think it's only on the lips she's scared. i unno. it's a bit weird, but i'll respect her if she doesn't want to even bother with it. she won't say no to cuddling and netflix, that's for sure.