Wouldn't the chance be a fine thing? To be a boy who loves other boys.
To feel his arms wrap around me, him sighing happily when our stubble meets at curve of jaws; as my lips chase the adrenaline of his neck against them.
To hear his groans escape him in unison with mine.
To find the Tall, Sturdy, Stranger who will ravage me like he would any man he came by in the bathroom.
To share the knowing looks and meaningful glances of a cruise just once.
Just once feel the heat from eyes looking longingly from across the humid sauna.
Wouldn't the chance be a fine thing? To just be a boy in love with and loved by another boy.
My dad has a little gag he loves doing that involves me being trans (it’s fun- don’t worry).
So, my dead name is also the name of a food item (spelled different but sounds the same). We sometimes eat that food item- it’s a nice treat. His little joke is that he will only call that food “Dead Names”- which leads to hilarious instances of hearing my 70 year old father call out “Hey, I’m going to go grab some Dead Names while we’re here!” while he’s half way down the isle in the grocery store, or him coming home and saying “hey, I picked up a box of Dead Names while I was out! :)”
It just makes me so overwhelmingly happy that my old name is not something wrapped in grief. It doesn’t represent a loss. It is something we can smile about and remember even if it doesn’t fit me anymore.
i think it’s appropriate, funny even, to trauma dump on ppl who are intentionally being an asshole to u.
“lmao u just don’t wanna be bald bc then u’ll look like ur dad”
“i mean yeah honestly it’s kinda traumatic bc i have a rough relationship with my dad. it was rough to go from ‘daddy’s little girl’ to ‘gross gender freak’ after i came out, i’m used to him being my biggest cheerleader even when we didn’t see eye to eye, so to lose his support overnight has been really traumatizing and i’m really sad about it. and like how do i find positive male role models if my own dad doesn’t want to be one for me? who’s supposed to teach me to shave or take me to my first suit fitting or teach me how to be a good man when he doesn’t even believe i am one? what happens when i actually do start to look like him and he still rejects me? it’s just been really stressful to deal with all the—”
Need to be fucked in a bathroom stall at a venue, being told if I’m not quiet, they’ll stop fucking me, but god, I can’t stop moaning and whining. Can’t stop begging for more, more, please more, can’t stop jerking my hips to meet their thrusts. When they cum in me, fill me up and I feel so good, I can’t help but borderline scream cumming
Gang, I am looking for a photograph I know exists, but I can not find. It is a historic black and white photo of a group of butches/transmen with a sign that say's "Who says there are no boys in Chaigao" (I believe, in reference to the draft)
My body is a collection of all the parts that came before! 🌱🌱🌱
[Image ID: A drawing of a trans masculine person, nude except for underwear. The figure has top surgery scars, and no head, the bottom of a jaw bone with plants growing from it floating above the neck. There are flowers, mushrooms, and stars surrounding the figure, and a bird flying to the left of the canvas. /. End ID]
god i fucking love trans men like the act of making yourself a man is so breathtakingly beautiful the ability to build yourself up brick by brick to keep pushing forward through the mire that tries to hold you back to be able to hold your breath forever while the whole world tries to drown you like truly every trans man reading this you are the strongest bravest cleverest most enduring people i know i love you forever