Hello yalllll I am Ollie Leigh, a non binary 20-yo moving out of a transphobic+homophobic home! It has been me living with my sister and us splitting rent but she is not supportive of me coming out. I am also a lesbian, which she makes me feel very weird about with her comments.
I am bringing my son (dog) Scoobie Doo. He is a rescue :). We are very close but he does cost money. Him, along with general expenses of groceries and eventually hrt if I get there, are why I have started a go fund me to help bolster the savings I have scrape together.
I have worked very very extremely hard for my savings as I have been payin 1k in rent to my sister every month since I moved out at 15. Anything helps, truly. Thank you guys for sharing and supporting!
If you are interested in supporting me and my Scoobert you can donate here:
Ok, had my hysterectomy two days ago. Everything went well, no complications. And I have actually stopped taking the pain meds, because this is legitimately less painful that any period cramp I've ever had.
I didn't think my cramps were that bad? Hearing the way some folks talk about them, it didn't seem like what I was dealing with was all that extreme. But if three surgical incisions and two missing organs hurts less than the cramps did I was probably just not processing the pain well at the time.
I do still have one ovary left, so it's possible I could get cramping from that, but they took the right side out, so if I get any pain over there it's probably the appendix instead.
Ether way. I have been successfully removed from the gene pool.
‼️ this is based on my own experiences being trans/nb, i don't have bottom dysphoria so like, i don't... i don't reference it in this.
❗️ my spanish isn't very good, i'm still learning so a bit of google translate was used! masculine terms used (1)
✨ might be a little ooc its been a hot minute since i've written a fic! i'm also very sad!
⚠️ warnings: dysphoria, self-misgendering, feminine terms used in reference to reader, reference to scars (via top surgery), pre-transition/pre-hrt, show accurate depiction of DID, petnames used (lovingly)
💛 pairings: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader, moon system x reader (sorry steven isnt as relevant in this one i promise to make it up later heres an IOU)
💫 summary: dysphoria hits you really hard one evening after your shower and the boys get concerned, remembering your coming out (fluff, comfort)
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You gripped the bathroom counter, water dripping from your skull down your skin, glistening in the fluorescent lights, dropping from your wet hair strands. Your eyes were trained on your chest, almost willing the world and the universe to make them stop existing. The subtle whirring of the bathroom fan only made it easier for you to zone out, staring at your body as it slowly dried, imagining a flat chest and scars in place of the things that made you a woman to everyone else.
You didn't even notice the soft knocks on the bathroom door or the quiet, "You a'right in there?" from Steven outside. You just stood there, the bath mat soaked, mind filled with thoughts about how feminine and womanly your body was, skincare routine and hygiene forgotten.
"Hey, if you're not gonna come out, I'm gonna come in there." Marc's words jolted you out of your trance, face whipping to the door, hands grabbing for a towel to cover yourself.
"Wait, wait wait hold on-!"
"Too late." Marc opened the door, looking at you, halfway through covering your body. His eyes darted across your frame, the rest of the bathroom, landing on your eyes. "Good. You're okay. We were getting worried." His voice was gruff, his words revealing how relieved he was. "...Dysphoria get to you?"
You nodded silently, looking away from the man in front of you, fully wrapping yourself in the towel. You felt... ashamed. Ashamed of your body, that is.
Marc and Steven (and by extension, Jake) had known you pre social transition, loved you and dated you before now. And they stayed after the fact, with Jake finally meeting you after then.
You remember when Steven had stayed up all night, researching and reading on transitioning, practicing and mumbling to himself (and the system) to not misgender you. His efforts hadn't been in vain, with all three of them only slipping up a handful of times. And you appreciated them for it.
You remember the day you came out like it was yesterday.
You'd spent the last few weeks in a crisis, researching, hyperfixating about the things you were experiencing, taking 'Are You Gay?' tests online.
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A knock on the desk jolted you out of your hyperfixation, pulling your attention.
"Hey, baby. About time." Marc pulled up a stool, sitting beside you, taking a quick glance at your laptop. "What's that all about?" He did a vague gesture at your laptop, spying the 'Am I Trans?' quiz open.
"O-oh, nothing, don't worry about it." You quickly closed your tabs, swallowing your saliva. You grimaced at the unconvinced look on Marc's face. "Okay, maybe not nothing."
"Is there something you'd like us to know?"
Marc's words echoed in your ears as you seriously considered his question. You weren't entirely sure how he (let alone Steven) would handle that. But based on his current reaction, he didn't seem all that... surprised? You mean, you'd been a very adamant ally of LGBTQ+ rights, and you'd expressed yourself to potentially be queer, even if you hadn't done any real introspection at that point. But... what if you were faking it? Faking being trans? What if this was all just a phase like so many parents had suggested?
"I mean... maybe. I've been looking into um... potentially being trans." You said softly, the warm light from the lamp gracing yours and Marc's faces. You looked up at Marc, eyes tracing his expression. It didn't look... angry. Or happy. Neutral? Indifferent? Maybe a little confused? His eyes flickered to the window, presumably listening to Steven.
"We love you regardless." Marc spoke finally, leaning in towards you, eye level with you. "We always will." He extended a hand towards you, offering to hold yours. When you put your hand in his, his thumb gently ran across your knuckles, massaging your hand in his. "If you discover that being a man, or being neither a woman or a man, is you, then we'll be right here for you." Marc's voice had a very slight British accent, it seemed Steven was co-conscious, wanting to speak as well.
"I..." You were in a bit of shock. You hadn't really expected anything, but this was simply so warm and comforting that your eyes got misty. "...You really mean that?" You squeezed Marc's (Steven's?) hand gently, tears slowly beginning to well in your eyes.
Marc blinked, his demeanor changing in a split second, nodding quickly. Steven's eyes were soft, his lips curved in a smile. "Really. We always will." His hands held yours so delicately, so lovingly.
"...I think I wanna try using they/them."
"Okay. We can do that for you."
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Marc walked over, putting his hands on your shoulders, straightening your posture. "Stand up straight. Hold your chin up." You complied, keeping the towel loosely wrapped around your form, looking up at Marc. A soft smile played on Marc's lips, his eyes as he looked at you. "There's my darling. C'mon. Come to bed."
You nodded and hung your towel, walking out of the bathroom with him and into your shared bedroom, getting dressed. Wordlessly, you pulled on a sports bra and a pair of your boxers, as well as one of Marc's shirts (which he scoffed playfully at before gesturing to the bed). You shuffled under the covers, trying to forget about the stretch of elastic cloth around your chest, burying your way into the duvet cover.
"Comfy, cariño?" Jake's voice cut through the silence, getting in bed as well and leaning against the headboard. You nodded, looking up at him from your spot in the blankets, extending your hand towards him, taking his hand in yours. "Bueno." His voice was always softer with you, and though you two usually teased and joked around with each other, he knew better in this moment.
The two of you laid there in bed, Jake stroking your hair as you laid your head in his lap, calloused hands massaging your scalp.
"...Te encuentras mejor?" (Are you feeling better?) Jake asked softly and slowly to allow your mind to process the Spanish, hand twirling your hair between his fingers mindlessly.
You nodded, fiddling with the seams on Jake's pants to keep your hands occupied. "Yeah. Thanks guys." The soft fabric of Jake's sweatpants definitely weren't clothes he would typically wear, but there really wasn't time for an outfit change, not when cuddles were involved. You certainly weren't complaining.
"Hey, amor, lean up a minute so I can lie down." You complied, scooting your body off Jake's lap, watching him shuffle down, lying next to you. The two of you looked into each other's eyes, not speaking, before Jake suddenly scooped your body toward's him, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Gotcha." He fluttered soft kisses to your neck and jawline, chuckling as you giggled and squirmed. The kiss-tickle torment ended after a few long moments, Jake just trying to keep the dysphoria off your mind, Marc and Steven watching the both of you.
You wrapped an arm around Jake's waist, not bothering to finagle your other arm under him to properly hold him. You just relaxed in his arms, his hands against the small of your back, rubbing small circles into you. "This is nice." You sighed softly, nestling your face into Jake's chest.
In America many trans women still see them selves as better than anyone afab, it’s very common they abuse or rape trans men or afab nonbinary people. Trans groups here don’t like to mention it because it makes for bad publicity but it’s a very common issue
Are you a Terf or a baeddels trying to pit me against trans women? With this boring broken record bs about trans women raping people?
Although there are dismissal of the plight of trans men and other trans people ( from any group in and out of the LGBT community, though this number is smaller than inclusionist) with "men shut up challenge!" Or this one for NB and any other gender queer people: "your pronouns is made up and cringe, you are not oppressed! You are embarrassing us LGBT!"
Blind blanket judgement and generalizing statement about any group in LGBTQIA+ community is the first path towards oppression
You purposely targeting me with mentioning AFAB, trans men and nonbinary with your disgusting hate and false accusations towards transfem. I'm not a child nor an idiot who lack critical thinking ability you fucking trilobite.
I stand for intersectional equality and freedom which means I stand with transwomen as well. People like you will whisper in the ear of transwomen and influencing them with TERF- like rhetorics so they will hates trans men and any other genderqueer people.
Then you'll run towards us transmen and genderqueers and whispering these disgusting takes about transwomen so we'll hate them
Your ask is so stupid and actually aimed at the WRONG person, this ask is an insult to my dignity and intellectual capacity as a living, breathing sentient being... How dare you?
Hi hello, I’m reaching to the MtF & amab people (or anyone that can help)! A friend asked me for help because he wants to offer lingerie to his gf who’s amab. She thinks she wouldn’t be cute wearing lingerie because she’s not cis and he wants to offer her some so she can explore it (but also because he wants to show her that she’s super cute and i’m weak for cute romance like that).
If you wear lingerie, do you have any shop where you buy from in peculiar and that you’d recommend? Please help if you can! :0
