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[hedonistink]

HedonistInk’s Guide To Writing Trans Men Having Sex

I wrote this up in response to another post but it really should have its own post here on my blog. The topic? Sex scenes involving trans guys, how to write them, and how not to write them.

There’s been a lot of trans male headcanons popping up in fandoms lately. And that’s awesome! As a trans guy myself, I love seeing trans headcanons by both cis and trans people! And there’s been a lot of fics & art involving trans dudes having sex popping up lately. And that’s awesome too! Hell yeah we can get down and do the do! Unfortunately... many of these headcanons, art pieces, & fics don’t portray trans guys, their bodies, and their sex lives accurately. And that’s... not so awesome. There’s some pretty icky stereotypes and commonalities going around. So I’m here to shed a little light on trans men and how we get down.

First, I’d like to start by saying this content is of a mature nature, please exercise reader discretion before deciding to read it and follow your local laws & restrictions regarding such content.

Second, I’d like to note that my ask box is always open to questions if anybody wants to fact-check their trans fic with an actual trans dude. I’m more than willing to help educate.

Now, on to the lesson!

HedonistInk’s Guide To Writing Trans Men Having Sex:

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Trans guys come in all sexual orientations.

If a trans man is having sex with a man, whether that man is cis or trans, that is gay sex. They’re both men. Having gay sex.

If a trans man is having sex with a woman, whether that woman is cis or trans, that is straight sex. It’s a man and a woman. That’s straight sex.

Trans guys can most often be found fucking: gay men, bi/pan men, straight women, & bi/pan women. In other words: People who are attracted to men.

TERMINOLOGY: My number one issue with people who aren’t trans guys (eg: cis, nb, etc) writing about trans guys having sex is the words they use. Topping the chart: CALL IT A DICK, NOT A CLIT. Seriously.

Up top: The most standard term for talking about a trans guy’s chest is ‘chest’. A lot of pre-op & no-op trans guys are really not okay with having the lumps on their chest called ‘breasts’. So if you’re writing about trans men getting some action on their torso, you’re better off talking about his chest and nipples than his breasts and nipples. 

The pole: It’s a dick. It might be a small dick but almost universally every trans guy I’ve met calls it a dick or cock and either dislikes or is actively squicked by it being called a clit. I’ve had so many conversations with other trans guys where we salt about seeing cis people writing trans guys in fic & calling it a clit. Sure, there are exceptions, trans guys who use the word clit, but there’s also gay men who use the f-slur to describe themselves. That’s a personal use. It’s not the standard. It’s not the common term. It’s not okay if you’re someone who isn’t a trans dude writing about a trans dude having sex. It doesn’t matter if you’re cis, nb, or any other identity, call it a dick. It’s a dick. Call it a dick. It doesn’t matter if they’re pre-T, on T, or if they’ve had some sort of genital surgery. It’s a dick any which way. He is a man. He has a penis.

The hole: There is no standard term for what a trans guy is probably gonna call the hole he’s got in front. I know guys using: Cunt, vagina, pussy, front hole, front door, boy hole, bonus hole, and so on. Personally, I like cunt, it’s gritty and abrasive and feels the most ‘masculine’ to me personally. That said, whatever term you use, try to be respectful in using it and understand that not all trans guys want sex to involve that body part.

TO REPEAT: DO NOT CALL A TRANS DUDE’S DICK A CLIT.

COMING OUT: Coming out as trans is usually scary. Coming out as trans can be dangerous.

Trans guys who pass, meaning they are perceived as men by people they meet, will at some point have to come out to romantic and/or sexual partner(s).

Usually these conversations will take place well before anything gets hot and heavy but sometimes things get a little carried out of hand and things need to pause so they can talk.

The last place most trans guys want to be when disclosing they’re trans is in the bedroom with someone’s hand down their pants as an “oh, by the way”. There have been many of cases of trans guys getting attacked in these situations if their partner freaks out over it. General rule? Don’t write your coming out scene as happening in the bedroom.

BODY BOUNDARIES: Trans people in general have a different relationship to their body from cis people by virtue of being trans. So since we’re focused on trans guys, let’s get into that.

Not all trans guys have sex the same way. Not all trans guys are okay with using some or all of the body parts they have during sex. We each have different body boundaries.

I know guys who won’t get shirtless, guys who won’t take off their binder, and guys who strip shirtless without worry. I know guys who don’t want their chest touched and guys who are really into receiving nipple play.

I know guys who love getting blowjobs and guys who don’t want a mouth down there.

I know guys who don’t want their cunt touched, guys who are okay with only fingers in there, and guys who are all about taking things in the front door.

I know guys who don’t want any penetrative sex, guys who don’t care where you put it, guys who only want it in the front, guys who don’t want anything in their ass, and guys who are fine as long as it’s only going in their ass.

I know guys who exclusively top, never bottom, and have gorgeous collections of strap-ons to fuck their partner(s). Yes, that’s right, trans men can top!

These are just some examples and there’s no standard. Every trans man will have different body boundaries that they need to discuss with their partner(s).

BODY CHANGES: The body changes a lot on testosterone. So let’s get into some of those changes.

CHEST: Chest fat does lessen on testosterone, but not usually by much. That said, they do become a lot more limp due to binding over the years. Binding makes breast tissue basically wilt, break down, and go floppy. If a trans guy binds, his chest fat will become more limp over time. Easier to compress flatter, but also deteriorates skin quality for future surgery.

BODY HAIR: Holy hairy nipples, batman! Trans guys often get chest hair, just like cis guys. I’ve never once seen a fic talk about a trans guy’s chest hair. Trans guys also get happy trails, facial hair, thicker hair on our legs and arms, etc, and generally develop average male body & facial hair patterns. 

DICK: This is one of the most noticeable changes on T, and also the fastest. Most guys begin to notice their dick starting to grow within a few weeks of starting T. Most grow to around 1″-2″ when erect. There are many cases of guys getting as much as 3″ but these should be considered outliers and not average. It’s the trans dude equivalent of a cis dude with a 10″ dick: possible but uncommon. Wait, erect? Yep! It gets erect. You can definitely see when a trans guy has a boner if you’re looking at his dick! You can also notice that it has a foreskin just like an uncut penis! The labia may also become more coarse and similar in texture to a cis guy’s balls.

FLUIDS: Not all trans guys get dry downstairs on T. Some do. But I know a lot of guys who’ve gotten a lot more wet since starting T. It happens a lot. It’s a 50/50 shot, really. Bodies are weird. There are some sloppy, messy, slick trans guys and some trans guys who have to use lube daily so they don’t chafe or even use an estrogen cream down there.

SMELL: On Testosterone, the smell of a trans guy’s junk changes. You get Man Musk™ within the first 6 months. Anyone who’s been near a cis guy’s dick knows what I mean by that: that really sharp, earthy dick smell.

TASTE: After about 6-8 months on testosterone, a trans guy’s fluids down there stop tasting like going down on a cis girl and they start tasting a hell of a lot more like a cis dude’s precum. It’s a hormone thing. So giving a trans dude who’s been on T for a while a blowjob is gonna smell & taste a lot more like blowing a guy with a really leaky dick than going down on a girl. Cause that’s exactly what’s going on. 

ORGASMS: Orgasms also change on testosterone. Guys who could previously get multiple orgasms pre-T often can’t once they start testosterone. But they do usually report them being stronger and more intense. 

HAVING SEX: Trans men definitely don’t have sex like cis women. Because they’re not cis women. They’re men. They’re just men with a slightly different tool set in their tool belt.

Like I said under Body Boundaries, we use our bodies to have sex in many varied ways. Blowjobs, handjobs, rimming, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, I could go on for ages.

If a trans guy is taking a cis dude’s dick in his cunt, it’s still gay sex, not straight sex, and needs to be treated as such.

SAFER SEX & PREGNANCY:

Trans guys can get STDs like any other guy and should use condoms accordingly. Trans guys having risky or unprotected sex with cis men may be prescribed PrEP, an HIV-prevention medication designed to lower the risk of contracting HIV. 

Speaking of STDs, people can get gonorrhoea & chlamydia in their ass or throat via anal & oral sex. This will not show on a standard pee test. There are special swabs for the ass and throat. Most doctors do not routinely perform these tests. They really should. But, back to the point.

Some people think trans men can’t get pregnant. This is a myth. Some men think trans men can’t be on birth control. This is a myth. These myths are dangerous.

Trans men who are having sex with cis men can get pregnant unless they’ve had a hysterectomy. The risk of pregnancy is decreased but not eliminated by T.

Trans men on T cannot get estrogen-based birth control but they can be on progesterone-only birth control. Most large trans-affirming health clinics will recommend this for trans men who have sex with cis men. Generally, this comes in two forms: a daily pill known as the ‘minipill’ or a 12-week injection known as the ‘depo shot’.

MEDICAL PROCEDURES: There are many routes trans guys can take in terms of medically transitioning.

For most trans people, the first step is hormone replacement therapy (HRT). For trans guys, this involves Testosterone therapy. Testosterone is usually administered via injection every 1, 2, or 12 weeks, depending on which kind, or via a daily cream/gel. 1 & 2 week shots are self-administered while 12-week shots are done by a professional. Trans guys who come out as kids or young teens may be prescribed hormone blockers to prevent or halt puberty until they can start T when they’re 15-18 (age varies with local laws & doctor’s discretion).

Another step for trans guys is usually top surgery. Guys with tiny chests (small B or less) can get periareolar (’peri’) or keyhole surgery. This leaves only a tiny scar around the nipple. Guys with larger chests usually get a double incision (’DI’) surgery which involves larger scars along the bottom of the pecs and nipple grafts or, less commonly, an Inverted-T or T-anchor surgery which involves the same scars under the pecs but an additional vertical scar from there to the nipple while eliminating the need for nipple grafts.

Trans guys usually get a total hysterectomy, removing the uterus, ovaries, cervix, and all the bits in between. A trans guy who has his ovaries removed must be on some form of hormone therapy (eg: testosterone) or else risks bone loss & osteoporosis.

Some trans guys may opt for genital surgery. These procedures and the reasons why some trans guys might or might not want one surgery or another is a whole complicated topic in itself. But if you’re curious, look into metoidioplasty (’meta/meto’) or phalloplasty (’phallo’). Tread carefully.

So, I’ll wrap this up with my most important point, again: If you are anything other than a trans guy (eg: if you are cis, nb, etc), DO NOT CALL A TRANS DUDE’S DICK A CLIT. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS SMUTTY, CALL IT A DICK.

And, as I said, anyone can feel free to message me if they have questions about writing trans guys having sex.

Tl;dr: Just be respectful and know your subject matter.

[Edit: 2018/02/21 - Updated Title to Current URL]

[phomarciam-old]

i was very, very, very hesitant to post this. I don’t usually draw this kind of AU, because it’s a very sensitive subject. if you’ve paid attention, you’ll know I have in the past, but i never made it quite as obvious. so, yeah, don’t expect to see much of this in the future.

On another note, I used new brushes and to make this!! it was a very experimental piece but I like how it turned out. it’s inspired very loosely by an AU @elvendoll and I came up with, involving an exasperated singer and a newbie bartender who may or may not have fallen head over heels for said exasperated singer. 

[jeanmarcoficrecs]

For the Lonely Hearts by CousinNick

Rating: M Complete Universe: Western 

Summary:

Loneliness was Jeans constant companion and best confidant in the years that he traded his woman's skirts for his dead husbands leather boots and sawed off shotgun...but that was until he met the trapper in the woods.

[oryx-and-thickney]

Guardian Demon AU

(I’m not sure how to tag this, because I don’t know if it would be considered blasphemy or not. If you’re very religious, you may not want to read it.)            

           She didn’t notice the birds that flew overhead, the ones that weaved like birds never do in between buildings, under stoplights, around staircases, and always, of course, avoiding landing in the middle of the street. She did however notice that black cat that padded beside her, each night on her way home from the club that she bartended at. It would rub against her legs, and she stopped to pet it before continuing her walk. Always tucking black strands of flowing hair behind her ears, and tightening a red scarf around her nose and mouth as she did so. She had six blocks to go in an October chill, three one direction and three another before she reached her apartment building.

           I followed her like the birds and the cat. Unlike them if she looked up she wouldn’t see me, crouching on the edges of buildings, leaping from one rooftop to another, jumping off and falling through the air like snow, and landing with just as much noise. She couldn’t see me, and that was why it hurt but also so much why I thought I must love her. She had never done anything wrong.

           Tonight, I kept a short distance behind her. Fifteen or more feet. Nothing but the sound of her boots thudding against the sidewalk. If I got close enough, maybe the clamoring playing in her earphones would reach mine too. I couldn’t stand that she wore those. What would she do if I wasn’t here?

           If I wasn’t around to smell the sin on the men that stalked her at night? Not every night, but many. Some of them followed her right out of the club. The first night I saw her – saved her, she’d been running from one of them.

           And in her eyes, he’d dropped dead in the middle of the street for no apparent reason. When someone called 911 in the morning, long after I had returned to hell and the angels had taken over their shifts, the ambulance arrived to peel him off the road. And the autopsy report determined that he’d had a heart attack.

           Because, what else could it have been?

           Not me, of course. I didn’t smell that man from ten blocks away. Smell what he’d done to women in the past, smell the lust in his veins. And I didn’t step in front of him, paralyze him with eyes like black holes and skin so white it became translucent. He didn’t gaze at my ram horns, for a moment more curious than frightened. And I didn’t take that moment of weakness, that moment of distraction as an opportunity. My hand didn’t wrap around his throat, and I didn’t look into his eyes. My grin never spread, and I never breathed in that awful, putrid soul, draining him of every ounce of life remain in his middle-aged, alcoholic, clogged-artery-filled body.

           I didn’t do that with any of the other men I smelled surrounding her either, of course.

           No, it was just a heart attack. An absurd impulse to stand in the middle of the street and get plowed by a bus. An unquenchable need to down entire bottles of Vodka in one sitting, bought from the gas station resting at the halfway point in her journey. A sudden, irrefutable urge to pull out a pocket knife, and cut through major veins in the wrist.

           They all went to hell, and I was certain Lu loved them, in that sickening way a scientist loves the mice in his experiments. An especially unusual amount of men have died and gone to hell in these six blocks in the last year.

           All because I wasn’t doing my job right.

           Lu had only recently trusted me to surface at night, and I’d already broken rules. I’d already picked a favorite. Someone I’d deemed more worthy of protection than the hundreds of other people I was supposed to be protecting every single night. Someone who prevented me from collecting the souls of the hundreds of sinners with the foulest souls outside of these six blocks.

           But hers was so pure. The smell was intoxicating. If heaven and hell weren’t in times of peace, I would have stolen it months ago.

           Because one day, one month, one year, she’d die. And she wouldn’t join me and all the others in hell.

           When we reached the end of the first three blocks, I caught the scent. Putrid, thick, clogging my nose, suffocating me. My eyes darting around, searching for the body that soul dwelled in.

           He was in the alley. No more than thirty. He wore a suit, but the tie had been loosened and the buttons unbuttoned. His hat tipped down, and his sunglasses veiled his eyes even though I knew he must be peering above them in this night. I knew, as his chin quirked to the right, that she was being watched over the tops of those lenses.

           The cat stopped, and the birds perched on fire-escapes and signs hanging over shop doorways because they knew I wanted them to.

           She kept walking, only taking note that the cat had stopped with an arch of her eyebrow and a shrug.

           I let her go, as I turned to face him. Like all of them with disgusting souls, he could see me.

           But he didn’t see me, not as the demon I was now. Instead he saw how I had been before I had died. Before I had gotten drunk, foolishly climbing into the driver’s seat of a vehicle, and not ten minutes later crashing into an innocent mother on her way home from her date. He didn’t see me as a lanky weed of a boy, barely passed eighteen years. He didn’t see hazel eyes, or a blond undercut, or an oddly feminine figure for a boy – maybe not even a boy, but wait, or was he? No one could tell.

           I had died so many decades ago. No one had understood.

           The man, seeing me as I had let myself be seen for now, dismissed me and returned his attention to the woman. She wasn’t even half a block further ahead now.

           He called to her. Not with her name but with one of his own. “Hey, baby doll.”

           This, followed by a lewd statement about how should smile, and what else he’d like to see her mouth do, caught her attention.        

           She pulled her earphones out, but kept going.

           He approached her, shuffling through the street and walking up beside her. He cared so little about my scrawny presence that he didn’t worry about me. I figured I must appear to be a male to him then, because he assumed I wouldn’t protest what he was doing, I wouldn’t try to stop him. I wasn’t used that. I wouldn’t have let him get so close if I had known my presence wouldn’t have made him back off. I was a fly, to him. Hardly worth noticing but probably a nuisance just the same.

           I decided I’d let my façade fall, so he could see me, the way Lu had meant for him to see, what Lu had created his disciples to appear as after he had fallen. My body was what I had always wanted now. Broad, flat, chiseled like a gargoyle statue, and so, so strong. Invincible. But with it I had the veiny, pale skin, and black holes for eyes. And the horns. Always the horns.

           Just as I was about to drain him, he pulled out a gun, and shoved her against a brick wall, pointing it at her head. He body thumped, and her head bobbled, and a grunt escaped her as her hands latched onto the rest that had shoved her. He held her there, pressed against the wall with the arm she fought.

           In order to drain him he needed to make eye contact, but he wouldn’t look at me.

           I would have figured it out on my own, really. I would have. I would have had the birds swarm, I would have had the cat, still sitting at the corner, leap and claw at him. I would have screamed, so loud a human’s ears would go deaf if I wanted. I would have lunged, tackling him, holding him to the ground in a chokehold so that I could take his soul that way, the less easy way, the clumsy old-fashioned way.

           But she made it so I didn’t need to.

           Because she looked at me, gray eyes behind thin slits piercing me like blades. “Are you going to do something?” she asked.

           I halted, confused for a moment why she could see me. Her soul was too pure for her to notice me, so it could only be one of two other things.

           Which meant, she had noticed me all along. She had always known I was there.

           Before I could contemplate it much longer, the man with the gun whipped his head toward me. “Who? Him?” he asked, through a chuckle, “this kid that –”

           Her arms yanked on his arm, swinging the gun away from her head and looping his arm backward behind him. He yelped, because her gripped pulled it back so far, so the wrong direction, that it would be pulled from the socket in just a moment. In his pain, he cursed at her, but dropped his gun on reflex. With her boot she kicked it away.

           Then she glanced at me again, still holding him in that pin like his limbs were made of Pipe-Cleaners.

           “If you don’t, I will,” she said to me.

           I knew what she was asking, and I placed my hand around his throat so that she wouldn’t have to. The man, no longer struggling in her grasp, went slack, and gazed into the hallow depths of my eyes. I leaned in, almost like I’d kiss him, the same way I would with any other putrid soul, and inhaled. Inhaled long, thoroughly, and deeply, filling both lungs, until the smell was vanquished and I held the deadweight of empty flesh in my grasp. My fingers unfurled from the throat, and the body slumped to the pavement.

           She had watched it all.

           Now that he was dead, I stepped over the body to face her. The cat strode up behind me deciding to sit on the dead man’s chest, and the birds flew once again, this time of their own accord. I could hardly conduct them right now with so much on my mind.

           “You can see me.” It wasn’t a question.

           She gazed at my horns, reached up to touch them, and I became tender, weak, lacking any will or care to do anything I was supposed to in that moment. I let my demonic form sink below the surface of my human façade, and she looked me up and down as I did.

           Her hand fell through the air now that I had no horns for her to touch.  “I’ve been able to for a long time.”

           “Psychic?” I asked.

           She shook her head. “Exorcised when I was young. Some of you are evil.”

           “Some of us don’t follow the rules. We’re all evil.”

           She smiled at that, as if I were a child telling her a joke I had made up all by myself.

           “Walk me home?” she asked.

           I nodded. “If you don’t mind.”

           “I never minded before.”

           We reached the end of the block, and she took my hand in hers. I breathed her scent in, felt the warmth of her palm in mine, and listened to her steady heartbeat as we walked without any need to fill the silence.

           When we arrived at her apartment building, she asked, “What’s your name?”

           “My given name?”

           “Human name.”

           “Jean.”

           “I’m Mikasa.”

           On impulse, because I had been dying to speak with her for so long and for this very reason, I told her, “You have a really pure soul.”

           She chuckled. “I’m still young.”

           I didn’t ask her what that meant as she opened the door to her apartment building.

           “See you tomorrow night, Jean.” Before disappearing into the darkness of her living room, she held it open just long enough for the cat to pad in behind her.

           The door slammed, and breathless, I whispered, “See you tomorrow night.”

[skeletxnqueen]

I just want a small, fifteen year old transboy Jean wearing really baggy clothes to hide his figure when he’s in public but also enjoying crossdressing when he’s by himself because sometimes he just feels like wearing a skirt and that’s completely okay.

[jeanmarcofanfics]

and transmale!jean jeanmarco fics??? i read one but cant remember what it was about :S

Or that One Where Jean is Trans, Because None of you Other Dickmunches Wrote it by cousinnick 

an entire series of trans jean!

The Dance of Kings by cousinnick

Summarry: Confessing to your beloved is difficult when you are a King, but even more so when you are the King of Wolves.

For the Lonely Hearts by cousinnick

Summarry: Loneliness was Jeans constant companion and best confidant in the years that he traded his woman’s skirts for his dead husbands leather boots and sawed off shotgun…but that was until he met the trapper in the woods.

You’re Such a Heavenly View by akissontian

Summarry: Fourteen days is far too long to go without touching one another.

Notes in Constellations by youreyestheglow

Summarry: Jean’s just moved to America from France, and he’s kinda hoping his neighbor will just move out.Jean’s POV.

basically if your looking for trans jean cousinnick is a good place to look.  also i love trans headcanons with a burning passion so i had fun with this! - Mod Z 

[jeanmarcofanfics]

Do you know of any good fics with transboy!Jean or I guess Marco could work too

There’s already a post with that here or check out the trans!jean tag.

- Mod J

[waluiginasalsolo]

Why does everyone say Jean is trans?

I don't know I guess people just like to headcanon Jean as transI love queer headcanons personally so yea