i hope all trans men with huge tits who want top surgery know that u are not wasting your boobs you’re sending them to heaven so they can be reincarnated onto a beautiful trans woman’s chest <3

some good ol' mizurui doodles

I love you transfems I love you tall transfems I love you short transfems I love you fat transfems I love you thin transfems I love you hairy transfems I love you transfems who shave I love you butch transfems I love you femme transfems I love you it/its transfems I love you transfems who don’t use she/her I love you transfems who exclusively use she/her I love you transfems who pass I love you transfems who don’t pass I love you transfems who don’t want to pass I love you transfems who are on HRT I love you transfems who aren’t on HRT I love you transfems who don’t want to transition I love you transfems who are still closeted I love you if you have a penis I love you if you have a vagina i love you if you are intersex you are not a sex object you do not exist for other people to use you up you are worthy of love regardless of your relationship to sex & you deserve to be backed by your community 100% of the time. transfems you are always safe on my blogs. i see you transfems I love you transfems you are more than enough exactly as you are transfems

tired T4T boys who just need a hug. I will give you a thousand.

I appreciate butch trans women. People erase y'all, and that sucks. Each one of you makes our community cooler and more interesting. I hope something nice happens to you today.

Love,

A Transmasc Sibling

putting on i am a bird now by anohni to calm myself down during my T shot........

The autoandrophile and force masc community here on tumblr, while relentlessly filthy, has also been so incredibly affirming.

I know autogynephilia and autoadrophilia have been weaponized against us, but like, I don’t understand why feeling sexy/being sexually aroused by your body is a problem.

For most of my life I tolerated or shunned away from the way I looked. Only liked my body for how it turned other people on, for how it was considered attractive by others, but it never added to my sexual pleasure, and often had to be mentally worked around by framing it through the pleasure others took from me.

Now?

Now I’m very turned on by just existing in my body and it’s incredibly affirming. I saw myself in the mirror getting dressed at my partner’s apartment the other day, and in the mirror I saw a man. The lights were low so you couldn’t even see my scars, just my shape, and it was the greatest combination of joy and disbelief and, yes, lust. Not necessarily lust for my own self, but lust for existing in my body. Lust spurred by being able to show up and interact with people and lovers as the self I was always meant to be.

A lust that is essentially the opposite of the self aversion and self objectification that I thought was so normal for so much of my life.

I understand that queer folks have always been painted as more sexualized and deviant and dirty than straight folks for even something as harmless as a kiss, but I hate the fact that something so incredibly affirming for me and many others is used to further marginalize and medicalize us.

REAL QUEERS STAND UNITED / REAL QUEERS DON'T TALK TO THE COPS / MORE FATS, MORE FEMS / T4T, WE ALL FIT UNDER THE QUEER UMBRELLA

get a sticker here! i'd really appreciate it bcus i'm trying to grind to afford my big gay wedding this october. commissions will be open by the end of the week so keep an eye out for that.

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its trans visibility day so I'm hitting you guys with the t4t ranchers KACHOWWW

A pattern i've noticed

Edit:Guys,the second path isn't lighthearted😭😭😭I'm talking about fem///cels,it's an insult

"Good morning, beautiful."

What if I drew more soft domestic scenes with the ranchers and you couldn't stop me. Anyways taglist under cut <3

@maaagic @unofficialofficialmainblog @carry-on-my-wayward-gays @cryingbrainjuice

nap time for ranchers <3

The cooler Pjo official art by griabuggie on twitter!!!

@punknicodiangelo @some-random-french-pastry @kitkatperce @jellyfilledeyes @thisismisogynoir

True trans solidarity is when transmascs and transfems kiss each other.

Pilot-Mecha Link

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Pilot-mech link initiated. Initializing…

1%. I can feel the plugs locking onto my hubs, each metal piece slotting into place all along my spine, into my neural cord.

2%. Then, the power. A sudden jolt along each silver connection, sparks flying up and down my nervous system.

3%. And I feel it. The mech reaching out to me in my mind, our thoughts beginning to merge.

10%. It knows my every movement before I do.

20%. It traces along them faster than the speed of my thought.

30%. Our thought. We race down possible decisions, branch by beautiful branch. Robotic and organic synchronizing in mind and meatspace. Digital processes directed by muscle twitches and subtle eye movements. Hands opening and closing.

40%. Human body puppeted by technology, its calculations changing limb trajectories, its matrix making breaths go in and out. Opening up to each other more and more every moment.

50%. I don’t know where I begin and the mech ends. We are joined together but still disparate enough to try and make sense of which one we are. Then comes its neurotransmitters.

60%. Cold, icy cold—then suddenly warm at the base of our brain. Pleasure in the form of carefully controlled dopamine and serotonin doses. Oxycontin in all the right places, making heat rush to sensitive organs. Little stars of pleasure dancing over your body, over your vision. You lose that first, allowing the mech to take control of one of the most important human functions. So much of humanity’s senses rely on sight. Losing that takes you that much further from humanity.

70%. Our tubes pulsate with how many neurotransmitters are coming through them, practically gushing, saline drips containing compounds. No other feeling could ever top this one. Pilots are said to cry out in pain at the moment the neural linking occurs. It is actually a cry of the peak of pleasure, one so intense it could only occur with this particular combination of electricity leaping across your veins and being pumped so full of chemical delight that you become addicted to it.

80%. We are addicted to it. Because in return, the mech part of you feels the same thing, a burst of data, bits and bytes, packets of information so incredible. Ones that can only happen again with human-you. Forever locked in this dance, binding your neurons and its intelligence with a chain of pleasure so powerful and inviting you will never, ever want to leave its control. You will always pair with this mech. This mech will only ever pair with you. The two of you belong to each other. The two of you are owned by each other.

90%. You love being owned. You love to give your thoughts away. You love to serve. You love to move together in unison. You love to follow your commands. You love to stay completely synchronized. You love to drop deep into that automatic state. You love to be nothing but a vessel. You love to be nothing but a mindless machine. You love to do what you’re told. You love to do what you’re told. You love to do what you’re told.

98%. We love to follow our commands. We love to follow our commands.

99%. We love to do what we’re told.

100%. NEURAL LINKAGE FORMED. THESE EFFECTS ARE PERMANENT.

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