A 19-year-old black trans girl was shot to death this month, and there has been absolutely no media reporting on it - despite extensive reporting on almost identical incidents in the same part of Florida, at the same time. The police, as usual, misgendered her in the police report and have done nothing to find her killer. Her name was Jayla Mcgee. Black trans people deserve to grow old.
Police misgendered Jayla McGee, local media overlooked her homicide, and her community was left to make sure she was not erased.
so basically got confirmation that i cant safely piss in public toilets anymore!! in the past week ive been confronted in both mens and womens toilets. not gonna go into detail, im safe and both situations were resolved without any incident, but im gonna buy a radar key so i can be in public for longer than a few hours at a time. and the EHRC has ruled that these incidents are not discrimination because i am a trans man.
i dont even know how to describe the levels of anxiety and distress this has caused me. i already struggle to feel safe in public due to my paranoia. i dont know how i am going to handle going out. i desperately hope this changes. i am grateful to my friends and partner for sticking up for me both times and holding me while i cried.
if you have ever told a trans man that he looks ‘scary’ or that you would scream if you saw him in a womans toilet, know that you are a fucking dangerous person. you cause harm. you directly endanger transgender people both physically and psychologically. fuck you.
Back your trans friends up yall! I've been known to go into men's restrooms with transmasc people I know just cause I look fem enough that I end up being the one that looks more out of place.
If you can, and you're not worried for your own safety, back up trans peeps you know by being the elephant in the room.
I'm a huge fan of going into bathrooms w/ my friends so they feel safe. I grew up w/ the girl code of we pee together for safety, and that now extends to my trans friends no matter what.
We gotta support our Trans brothers, sisters and siblings. Everyone deserves to pee safely 💗💙🤍
For disability pride, think I want to focus on this one thing that been bothering me
Been very frustrated lately by lack of phone call accessibility as someone who lacks speech but needs a lot of resources to stay healthy.
With rise of AI, it's only getting worse and worse.
More places changing their systems to incorporate AI answering machines.
Thing is...
Whenever I hear most people ranting about this change, it's usually about how annoying it is from an abled-person perspective or environmental or ethical impact.
Which are important valid reasons to be upset. I share those sentiments too.
But feel like disability is once again forgotten about within important discussion about change.
AI creates terrible language accessibility issues.
In fact, that's why it so annoying to deal with it.
In the past, if a place didn't have a call center or desk person to answer calls, they use extentions.
That meant you had to press a few numbers to get the right person.
Now with AI, you're expected to have a full conversation with a robot.
Tell them why you're calling, who you need to speak to, verify your info so the humans don't have to later, etc.
These bots can be bad at understanding what able-people are saying, so imagine how they handle these disabled callers:
People who use AAC (speech aids/devices)
People who slur, stutter, have "strange" voice or pronunciation
People with rapid or disorganized speech
People who use poor grammar & who don't speak full words or sentences
People who mix up similar common words
People with "deaf accent"
(i don't know if there is a different preferred term for this. Im sorry if I sound offensive. Please Lmk)
People with non-communicative speech such as vocal tics, echolalia, or babbling
Anyone who uses speech or language in a way that needs a human mind to interpret
Anyone whose voice sounds notably different
Ability to understand what AI is saying can be harder too:
d/Deaf people and other hearing differences
Auditory processing disorder
Receptive language disorder
Developmental disability, especially intellectual and learning disabilities
(AI can't help people who need things explained a certain way. AI unreliable and fails to adapt a lot.)
Anyone who frequently can't make out sounds and/or speech
Anyone who frequently has trouble with meanings in conversation
The problems I often face with AI answering machines (and that I'm sure many other disabled people have faced as well):
AI slightly mishearing me/my device
AI mishearing so badly that it basically makes up a fake conversation
AI not hearing me/my device at all
AI registering tics and stims as answers
AI "explaining" an instruction by repeating the same instruction again word-for-word
AI directing me to the wrong person without trying to confirm what I said
AI sometimes just... hanging up on me right after I speak my first answer...
These are the machines being put in front of
hospitals
doctors offices
mental health centers
pharmacies
transportation and in-home care
health insurance member services
medical supply companies
government resource agencies
non-profit organizations
advocacy groups
justice centers & other legal resources
customer service lines
many other places disabled people often need to access from home
It's another example of some of the most vulnerable being pushed away from the things we need, and we're also being forgotten in these discussions about things that can affect us a lot
Next time someone is ranting about AI job interviewers, please also remember:
the AI pharmacy assistants that make it impossible for someone with a speech disorder to sort out their meds
the AI scheduler that won't allow a D/deaf person to access the right extension of the clinic to set up an appointment
the AI agent that confuses an intellectually disabled person into anger and tears
the AI answerer that hangs up on a mentally ill person seeking help in crisis because they aren't speaking coherently enough
Human beings need to be at the forefront of human resources and issues for disabled people especially. Please remember us. Please fight.
puppygirl!satoru can't do anything but beg for your pussy when catgirl!sukuna is also there ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
cw: mdni, hybrids, fem!satoru, fem!sukuna, collar and leash, strap on usage, clit play, tit play, degradation, praising, cuck!satoru, she's really catching all the strays on this one, art by khouxyon and arrja
The position is obscene. Sukuna’s strap is heavy against your ass while she keeps you against her back, letting you feel her hand nipples. She’s purring into your ear while she plays with your tit with one hand and with the other, she holds your own hand that’s holding Satoru’s leash.
She’s kneeling on the edge of the bed, drooling and salivating over the sight of Sukuna teasing you everywhere except where you need her the most. Her ears move every time your pussy clenches around nothing and her tail is wagging with excitement.
“It’s my turn now, Suki,” she whimpers, trying to get closer but Sukuna taps your hand, commanding you to tug on her leash. You do it gentler than Sukuna wants it, but still works to make Satoru suffer a little. “Mmph- please!”
“Nu-uh,” Sukuna shakes her head, a big smirk on her lips while her hand presses down your stomach to make you whine. “You need to learn how to treat a lady, you mutt. You were mean to her earlier, or did you forget?”
She really wasn’t, you were just cooking with Sukuna when she came into the kitchen after waking up at noon, hair a mess and yawning. Satoru took a look at what you were making and, still half-asleep, she told you that she didn’t like what you were cooking and that she’d order take out for herself. So this is Sukuna’s punishment for Satoru.
“I already apologize!” Satoru tried to rest her forehead on your calf, but Sukuna quickly took the leash in her hand, pulling it so she was as far as possible from you. “Baby, please ngh- say something.”
She was looking into your eyes, her big blue orbs making you a little dizzy. Her naked body was gorgeous, with her pretty rosy nipples hard and too appetising. You try to tell her something, that she can have you later (Sukuna and you know that’s a lie) but Suki takes the opportunity to graze your clit at that exact moment.
“Ah-” you whine, thighs trying to close but Sukuna’s strong legs and tail keep you open for her and for Satoru to see. “Suki, fuck- I’m so-”
“You’re soaked,” she says, mockingly. Now toying with your clit more freely, flicking it and pressing it down, but never rubbing it with enough pressure.
Sukuna’s fingers kept moving in a torturously slow rhythm, two thick digits sliding through your slick folds without giving you any real relief. The wet sounds were so loud in the quiet room, every little squelch making your face burn hotter. You could feel how drenched you were, your arousal coating her hand and dripping down toward your thighs. Her breath was hot against the shell of your ear as she chuckled low.
“Listen to that,” she whispers, voice rough with satisfaction. “Your pretty pussy is crying for more already. Such a greedy little thing.”
You whimper, hips twitching forward instinctively, but her strong arm around your waist holds you firmly against her chest. The heavy strap-on pressed right between your ass cheeks, a reminder of what she could give you later if you behaved. Her free hand kept playing with your breast, rolling your nipple between her fingers until it ached in the best way.
“Please, Suki… I need it harder,” you beg.
Your fingers tighten around Satoru’s leash, giving it another tight without realizing. Satoru lets out a broken moan, her ears flattening against her head as she strains forward on her knees. Satoru’s eyes are glassy, fixed between your spread legs while she was starving. “Sukuna, come on… let me taste her. I’ll be good, I swear!”
Sukuna laughed, she finally pushed her fingers a little deeper, curling them just enough to brush that sensitive spot inside you before pulling back again. The drag was so slow you felt every ridge, every inch. Your walls clenched hard around nothing when she withdrew, a fresh gush of wetness slipped out.
“You hear that, mutt? She’s clenching so desperately and you think you deserve a taste?” Sukuna pressed her palm flat against your stomach, holding you still while she dragged her fingertips up to circle your clit again. Light, feather-soft touches that made your legs shake. “Think twice before acting like a spoiled brat to our girl. Now you only get to watch while I play with her.
Satoru whined loudly, leaning as far as the leash allowed. She looked you in the eyes again. “Baby, please tell her… tell Sukuna I can lick you so good. I’ll suck on that cute clit until you’re screaming my name.”
You tried to answer, but Sukuna chose that moment to slide her fingers back inside you, pumping them in and out in long strokes. You moaned, head falling back against Sukuna’s shoulder, she took the chance to bite down gently on your neck, sucking a mark into your skin.
“Fuck… Suki- nghh please, more,” you gasped, trying to grind down on her hand. Her tail wrapped tighter around your thigh, keeping you open and exposed for Satoru’s hungry gaze.
“See how polite she is?” Sukuna cooed, voice dripping with mock sweetness as she looked down at Satoru. “Begging so nicely while you’re over there drooling like a pathetic dog in heat.”
Satoru’s cheeks burned red, but she didn’t look away. If anything, the degradation made her press her thighs together, a soft desperate sound escaping her throat. “Suki please, let me have her pussy. I’ll do anything. I’ll lick your strap clean after, I’ll kiss your feet, just please…”
Her head drops in the bed, kneeling between your legs like she was ready to pray. Sukuna’s fingers sped up for a few glorious seconds, fucking into you with filthy noises that filled the air. You cried out, pleasure sparking up your spine, but she slowed right back down before you could get close. The denial made tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
“You like that, don’t you?” Sukuna whispered hotly against your ear, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you jolt. “Being fucked slow while this desperate whore watches. Your cunt is fluttering around my fingers like it wants to suck them in deeper.”
“Yes… hah god, yes,” you breathed, trembling. The heat of her body against your back was overwhelming, her hard nipples brushing your skin every time she moved. You could smell her arousal too, mixing with yours in the air.
Satoru tugged on the leash herself this time, eyes wide and pleading. “D-don’t make her suffer too much, Suki…”
Sukuna snorted, pulling her fingers out completely. You whined at the loss, pussy clenching around empty air, but she quickly brought her slick fingers to your mouth. “Open.”
You obeyed, tasting yourself on her skin as she pushed them past your lips, the salty-sweet flavor made you moan around them.
“See that? She’s such a good sucker,” Sukuna said to Satoru, voice sharp.
Satoru moved forward on her hands and knees, leash pulling tight. Her breath was coming fast, chest heaving. “Yes, god. She is, she’s the best girl ever, right? She-she deserves to be fingered and eaten out at the same time, don’t you think?”
Sukuna hummed in approval and slid her fingers back between your legs, this time rubbing your clit with firmer strokes but still not letting you tip over the edge. “Not by you, tho, mutt.”
“Suki!” Satoru groans, rolling her eyes and pouting. She taps your calf as she speaks. “I’ll eat her out so so good, I know how she likes it. Listen, baby, I’d suck your clit hard and lick your pretty pussy like that one time, remember? I’d make you feel amazing, tell Sukuna how much you want me.”
You moaned loudly around Sukuna’s fingers, hips rolling. The picture of Satoru eating you out mixed with Sukuna’s relentless slow torture was driving you insane. Sukuna laughed softly, finally pulling her fingers from your mouth so she could grip your hip instead, holding you down while she worked your clit in tight circles.
“That’s cute,” Sukuna said, the degrading tone never fading. “You talk a big game for someone who’s not even allowed to touch yet. So pathetic.”
“I’m not pathetic,” Satoru protested weakly, but her tail was wagging even faster, betraying her.
You reached down, trying to press Sukuna’s hand harder against you, but she caught your wrist and pinned it to your side. “No rushing, baby. You take what I give you.”
The words sent another rush of heat through you, Sukuna rewarded you by pushing two fingers back inside, fucking you with deep thrusts while her thumb kept teasing your clit. Every stroke dragged against that perfect spot, building the pleasure higher and higher. Your moans grew louder, body arching against her.
“Mmmh, Suki… I’m so close, please don’t stop,” you begged.
She kissed the side of your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “Not yet. I want to hear you cry for it first. And I want this stupid puppy to keep begging while she watches you fall apart.”
Satoru’s blue eyes were locked on where Sukuna’s fingers disappeared inside you, her own thighs shiny with her arousal. “Please let her cum, Sukuna. She sounds so pretty when she does.”
The tension kept climbing deliciously, every sense overwhelmed. Sukuna’s low laughs, Satoru’s desperate whimpers, the wet heat between your legs, the press of that thick strap against your ass. You knew Sukuna would drag this out until you were a sobbing, begging mess, and you loved every second of it. Your breaths were coming in short little gasps, thighs shaking hard against her hold. Just when the heat started to crest, she pulled her hand away completely.
You let out a frustrated cry, body arching. “No, Suki, please, I was so close-”
Before you could finish begging, Sukuna flipped you over onto your back in one smooth, strong motion. The world spun for a second, then you were staring up at her, chest heaving. The thick strap bobbed heavily between her legs, glistening a little from how wet you’d made everything.
“Can you take it, baby?” she asked, one of her hands stroked down your stomach, fingertips brushing your soaked pussy teasingly. “All of it?”
You nodded fast, hair sticking to your damp forehead. “Yes, please. I can take it. I need you.”
Sukuna’s grin widened, she was feral. “Good girl. Keep the leash tight, yeah, baby? Don’t let her get too close.”
“Wait, Sukuna, that’s not fair! I’ve been waiting so long.”
Sukuna didn’t even look at her right away, she grabbed your hips, pulling you down the bed a little so your ass was lifted, completely ignoring Satoru.
Satoru whined loud, ears drooping. “It’s not fair, I can treat her so good. Please, just let me lick her once before you–”
Sukuna practically kicked her off the bed with one firm shove of her foot against Satoru’s shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send her tumbling back onto the floor with a surprised yelp.
“Grab a chair and sit your ass down,” Sukuna ordered, not even sparing her another glance. “You can watch from there if you behave.”
Satoru scrambled up, face flushed dark red, but she did what she was told. She dragged the wooden chair from the corner closer to the bed, sitting down with her legs spread, one hand already trailing down her own body. “This is so mean… I just wanna make her feel good.”
You didn’t have time to feel bad for her, Sukuna lined up the thick head of her strap right against your entrance, rubbing it up and down through your folds to coat it in your slick. The pressure was insane already and she hadn’t even pushed in yet. You whimpered, hands fisting the sheets.
“Suki… it’s so big,” you mumbled, voice breathy.
She leaned down, capturing your lips in a rough kiss before she started pressing forward. The stretch burned so good as the thick strap sank into you inch by inch. You gasped sharply, back bowing off the bed. “Ah- fuck, fuck, it’s filling me up…”
“That’s riiiight,” Sukuna growled, voice thick with lust. She bottomed out with a wet slap of skin on skin, hips flush against yours. The fullness made your head spin, every nerve lighting up. “Take it all like the good girl you are.”
She pulled back and slammed in hard, setting a brutal pace that had the bed creaking under you. Each thrust punched the air out of your lungs, making you whine and gasp loudly. The wet sounds of her fucking into your soaked pussy echoed through the room, filthy and loud.
“Oh god- S-Suki, it’s so- too deep,” you moaned, legs wrapping around her waist without thinking. Your nails dug into her shoulders as she pounded you, breasts bouncing with every rough snap of her hips. “Feels so good… don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Satoru’s voice came from the chair, all desperate and shaky. “Baby, tell her you want my mouth too. It’s not fair I’m stuck over here watching…”
“Quiet,” Sukuna snapped at her without breaking rhythm. She grabbed one of your legs, hiking it higher over her shoulder so she could drive even deeper. The new angle made you cry out, eyes rolling back a little.
You were mumbling nonsense between moans, head turning side to side on the pillow. “Suki… ahh, yes, right there- mmmm harder, please nghh!”
Sukuna laughed breathlessly, sweat starting to shine on her skin as she railed you. Her hands gripped your hips tight enough to leave marks, pulling you back onto her strap with every thrust. “Such a pretty girl taking my strap, oh look at that, am I hitting all the right spots?”
Satoru whimpered, shifting in her seat. Her tail was thumping against the wood, eyes glued to where you two were joined.
“Yes!” you screamed, eyes rolling back. “It’s so hah deep, so so good, Suki.” You gasped as Sukuna hit that perfect spot again and again, pleasure crashing through you in hot waves. “Satoru… ngh Suki’s fucking me so good. I’m so full… g-gonna cum soon if she keeps going like this.”
Sukuna leaned down, biting at your neck while her hips kept slamming forward. The slap of skin, your wet moans and Satoru’s soft begging all mixed together into something dizzyingly intense. She reached between you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing fast circles that made your vision blur.
“Cum for me then,” she demanded, voice right in your ear. “Let that desperate dog watch you fall apart on my strap.”
Your body tensed hard, thighs quivering around her as the orgasm built fast and overwhelming. “Suki fuck! I’m- I’m cumming, please, don’t stop ah-ahh!”
The pleasure hit you like a wave, ripping a loud cry from your throat. Your pussy clenched tight around the thick strap, pulsing as you came hard. Sukuna kept pounding through it, drawing it out until you were a whining, trembling mess underneath her, mumbling soft little praises and begs between shaky breaths.
“That’s it, baby, you did so good. I’m gonna pull out now, yeah?” she warned you before slipping the strap out of you, making you whine at the emptiness.
You stayed down while Sukuna stared at the shiny and wet strap, she looked at Satoru, playing with her own clit while seeing you two and she rolled her eyes at the sight.
“Wh-What?” Satoru whined, crawling out of the chair and getting closer to the bed.
“Nothing,” Sukuna huffed. “I was gonna let you suck the strap clean but you can’t even control yourself, so…”
Satoru gasped loudly, grabbing Sukuna’s strong arm, ready to beg.
“C’mon, baby, I’ll run you a bath,” Suki said, ignoring Gojo once again. “You deserve a good and long one.”
a/n: terrible ending i apologize. anyway this is all thanks to @kamislop who gave me this idea and my mind went insane, thank you so much bb this is for you<3
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i know the ‘trans men have male privilege’ thing is kinda dumb and ignores pre-transition trans men, trans men who don’t pass, and a whole host of other thinsg.
but also like, if being seen as a man inherently gives you male privilege, that means closeted transfemmes get male privilege too.
but constantly bringing that up and saying they’re ‘opressing’ others would be stupid, because their ‘male privilege’ is hinged on them staying in the closet and hiding a part of themselves that could get them hurt or killed if the wrong person found out. so like… why is it different for trans men?
i find it disappointin’, though never shockin’, that an abundant amount of African languages like Wolof, Fula, Yoruba and more have a gender neutral pronoun naturally and yet i still have to hear people speak of they/them as a purely American thing? i know there’s an effort to ignore Africa in every single kind of global conversation but god damn nigga this shit is ridiculous. cause it ain’t just there, it’s abundantly there. everyday i’m proven more and more how possible and real black neutrality is; i really will make it my mission to prop up Africa more on this page, cause its place outside neutrality and transness in general is sooo unbelievably undeserved. y’all all neu black people too, never forget that.
People will disparagingly make comments about hypothetical he/hims with visible breasts without pondering the circumstances of the him in particular.
Are they a choice he has made, or are they a circumstance he simply has to live with? Is he low-income, does he have health care, does his health care cover gender confirming surgery? Does he have medical conditions that make binding dangerous? Will his family block him from pursing the surgery? Does his partner beg him not to lop them off because they’re so fun to play with? Will his transphobic boss get suspicious if he takes time off and returns with a flat chest?
Why are we assuming that the choice he has made now is the choice he will make forever, or a choice made without coercion?
And if he does retain his breasts fully of his own volition... why are we disparaging him for making a decision about the shape of his own body?
If you want a woman to have fat titties and a fat ass but can't handle the accompanying fat tummy, arms, and legs, then you are a coward and your bloodline will not survive the winter.
I don't know how to make this not sound mean but I'm not trying to be mean, so please know that going in.
Listening to a podcast about bodies and eating disorders and the body positivity movement of the last decade ish and hearing someone say (paraphrasing from memory here) "body positivity was all capitalism, there were no legislative changes, just new brands of jeans"
Legislative changes are super important but I cannot emphasize enough that jeans coming in bigger sizes and fat-friendly cuts is actually a really big deal! With meaningful impacts on people's lives (including mine)! Fat people do need clothes! And you may not realize this, but if you're over a certain size (that's not even that big a size) there's a very good chance you can go to a big box store and *not find anything that fits you*. There are towns in the US where if you're over a size 18 you need to drive an hour away or shop online to get things in your size. And they're expensive! "Just buy used" if they even have your size! Fat people want to look nice too. And we face enough judgement during job interviews (to give one example) without trying to do it in clothes that don't fit or are super uncomfortable.
Actually: If you're fat and you want to look cute/hot/masc/femme/etc I cannot recommend this website enough, you put in your measurements and it lists what brands have your size. You can filter for stuff like sensory friendly, nonbinary, masc, organic, etc. It's not AI just a database.
Phoria is a platform to help plus-size and gender-expansive people build a more sustainable and ethical wardrobe they love. We’re a benefit
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