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badheadit · 27 days
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pls give it back :(
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t4transsexual · 6 months
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maybe masculinity is ok. even trans/queer masculinity. have you considered that? have you yet considered that trans men and mascs arent gender traitors and we are just another gender? have you considered that telling pre t trans dudes that if they had facial hair theyd look like a sexual predator is really fucked up, especially with the traits of sexual assault on trans people? have you considered that maybe you shouldnt be telling real trans people that the body hair and facial hair and bottom growth they got on t that theyre celebrating about because they finally feel like themselves is actually gross and u dont want it and ud feel bad if u got it and its ugly? whatever happened to inside thoughts
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vaspider · 2 years
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Pete Buttigieg is just a faggot.
It's very important to me that younger queers understand this: to the people who you're trying to be more respectable for when you say things like neopronouns set the trans movement back or you're why the cishets don't accept us or including [aces/bi people with the 'wrong kind' of partners/non-binary people/kinksters/non-passing trans ppl/furries/polyam people] just hurts us, can't you wait until we get all our rights before we talk about some of yours? -- to those people? Pete Buttigieg is just a fag.
On Sunday at Pride Northwest, some kids -- late teens, early 20s -- asked what our button I survived Reagan for this? meant. All of the queer adults at the tables making up our ad hoc counter looked at each other and sighed a little. Emet and another adult started to explain the way that the Reagan Administration handled -- or didn't handle -- the beginning of the AIDS crisis. How many people died. How much we were ignored. The Ashes Action. The Time Magazine article which explicitly blamed bisexual men for passing the pandemic to the cishet community, playing on all the worst stereotypical bullshit. The way that even when the CDC started paying attention, they were so focused on gay men that they ignored AIDS in the lesbian community, leading to the "women don't get AIDS, they just die from it" poster. And so on.
I finished counting out change and passed the last Bear Pride raised fist pin over to a bear a little older than me, then turned my head and interjected, "they didn't care until it started infecting more than just the fags." I turned my head back and handed him his change. He laughed bitterly and said, "remember when they called it 'gay cancer?'"
That what I need you to understand. The people for whom you are folding yourself into smaller and smaller boxes will never see you as anything but a freak. A queer. A dyke. A tranny. A fag.
Never.
These are people who will stand by and let you wither away and die alone, gasping for breath in a cinderblock room, and not even claim your ashes, and they will say you deserve it, because of your lifestyle. If they speak of you at all it will be by the wrong name, with the pictures you hate the most. They will curse at your lover, throw him out of the home you shared, and steal the gift you gave last Christmas to throw it in the trash just so he can't have it and they'll say Jesus loves you! while they do it. They'll feel good and righteous and blessed and holy and pure for doing it.
And for them, you spit in the eye of your sister. For them, you disavow your sibling. For their sake, you trim away bits of your heart and lace yourself up tight. Never too loud. Never too queer. Never inconvenient or embarrassing, never asking for too much.
Pete Buttigieg is what happens when your Boomer dad turns out gay. Middle America. Parents still married. Suburban-sprouted. Valedictorian. Harvard-educated. Rhodes Scholarship. Military service. More power to him: I hope he and Chasten are very happy together. Genuinely, I do.
You couldn't create a more respectable gay if you grew one in a lab run by concerned voter focus groups.
But Pete Buttigieg? Is just a fag.
That's the part you don't seem to get: when they abandoned us, they abandoned all of us. Rock Hudson was a beloved movie star and even personally friendly with that horrid pair of ambitious jackals. Nancy Reagan refused to help him get into the only place in the world that could treat him at the time, and he died.
It was 1985, 4 years after the CDC first released papers on what would eventually become known as HIV/AIDS and 7 years after the first known death from an infection from HIV-2. Reagan hadn't even said the word AIDS by the time Hudson died.
Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, and so am I. Unless I'm a dyke, which seems to depend on who's yelling what from which window and what day it is.
Yes, there will be people who genuinely love and accept you. Those people are worth all the frustration of the rest, thankfully, and they're the ones who love you in a pup mask or a leather harness and a neon jock like the ones sold by the men up the row from us last weekend. They're the ones who laugh out loud when you tell them you hid the word "dyke" in your company name, the ones who love you in all your messiness and uncertainty and the way you don't fit into neat boxes all scrubbed up and clean.
Most cishets, though... well, they don't actively mean you specifically any harm, at least not when they have to look at you. Not when you're right there in front of them. Maybe they'll be okay with you, personally, especially if you're the kind of gay who makes a good rhetorical device, and as long as you remain a good rhetorical device.
They need people to know that they don't have a problem with the gays, after all, and there you are, being all convenient. You make a nice token, and as long as you do, well. You're useful.
But they call you by your deadname when you're not around, and they put the wrong pronouns in your medical record even though they met you years after you came out, and they won't put themselves out to save you. Not one little bit.
I didn't want to be here again. The year I graduated from high school was the worst year of the AIDS crisis. The world into which I became an adult was a world in which an advisor and friend to Reagan, William F. Buckley, openly advocated for forcibly tattooing the HIV status of HIV+ gay men on their buttocks (and IV drug users on their forearms), and in which my father not only told me that when I was 14 or so, but when was told me that he'd advocated for that tattoo being "over their assholes."
(Buckley wrote that in '86, but he doubled down on it in 2005.
Fucker.)
But yeah. I didn't want to be here again. I wanted my daughter to inherit a better world. I wanted Obergefell and Lawrence v. Texas and Hope & Change to really mean something. I work for it, today and all days. I haven't given up.
I need you to know that, too. This isn't a white flag. I'm not surrendering. This isn't over. To misquote Henry Rollins, this is what Marsha and Sylvia and Stormé and Leslie and Brenda and Auntie Sugar trained us for. This is punk rock time.
But I need you to understand that if Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, if that human embodiment of a Wonder Bread, mayo and Oscar Meyer bologna sandwich is not respectable enough for them -- and he's not -- then the rest of us have absolutely no hope of measuring up. Not even if we trim away every colorful, beautiful piece of our community, not even if the Sisters Of Perpetual Indulgence vanish into the ether, not even if we sacrifice the five elements of vogue on the altar of white supremacist cishet middle-class conformity: we can't trim ourselves down to something they'll accept.
The only other option is radical acceptance of our queer selves. The only other option is solidarity. The only other option is for fats and femme queens and drags and kinksters and queers and zine writers and sex workers and furries and addicts and kids and the ones who can look us in the eye and see all of us to say we're here, we're queer, get used to it just the way we did 30 years ago. It's revolutionary, complete and total acceptance of our entire community, not just the ones the cishets can pretend to be comfortable with as long as we don't challenge them too much, or it's conceding the shoreline inch by inch to the rising waters of fascism until we've got nowhere left to stand and some of us start drowning.
That's it. Either it's all of us or it's none of us, because if we leave the answer up to the Reagans of the world and all the people who enabled him in the name of lower taxes and Democrats who wring their hands, weeping oh I don't agree with it but we'll lose the election if we fight it right now, the answer is none of us.
The brunch gays can come, too, I guess.
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i mean. medical technology is all about stopping "natural" things from happening to our bodies. from external diseases to internal parts of our bodies not working the way we need them to (our brains, our organs, our immune systems), medicine is all about interfering with things that have naturally gone wrong in our bodies--and that for the first time in history, we might have a way to fix. and that's not even getting into cosmetic stuff--the billion dollar industries to remove acne and body hair for instance. natural things that happen to our bodies, that we have decided are unpleasant and that we have the right to change. and that's fine, because these are our bodies, and we have a right to change them, natural or not.
so stop pretending that depriving trans kids of puberty blockers and other medical care is okay, because growing irreversible secondary sex characteristics that they do not want is "natural"
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emacrow · 2 months
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Danny has an aggressive secret admirer and that Admirer is Damian wayne. If Damian has succeeded with his plan of kidnapping danny after carefully researching.
Danny woke up a bit refreshed after what he felt like was a 3 hour power nap after eating the most delicious burger he was given gift wrapped up in a present box found in his locker after school..
Only to noticed fenton designed looking a like of handcuffs on his hands, feets as he lays in a cushion like bed with certain red and blue duck candles lit with green fire.
A hand written runes of ancient writing on the galaxies like blanket he was laying on. Blue weeping flowers petals on the floor surrounding the bed.
Now this was interesting... before he noticed the person behind this all, Danny's eyes were glowing, looking at Damian. The liminal classmate who shyly glances at him every now and then when he thought he didn't noticed.
He did his research right as he can see Damian was not even trembling nor falling on his knees under the weight of Danny's core pressuring in this room before offering Danny something that he did most value to his very soul.
It wasn't his blood, nor hair, or a weapon.
For ghosts have no uses for those things but what they desire most of all even after death.
It was a necklace, beautifully made and designed to look like scattered or stars but what they were made with crystallized emotional tears of pure even a bit unhinged love.
Damian's face look red.. his eyes were a definitely puffy and reddish underneath with the amount of tears he has cried. His greeb eyes look determined and a bit dilated.
Danny stared back as Damian wavered didn't changed a bit even after 30 minutes had past.
"I accepted your courtship, but you could've just texted me to met at a certain time instead..?" Danny spoke with a bit of a flattered smile growing as his eyes widen noticing Damian wasn't even done yet with how he open a curtain to reveal a custom coffin and grave stone specifically made for danny along with flowers, plushes and offering breads for the dead.
OH.. Oh he definitely marrying him now. Now let him sleep in the coffin before danny start crying too.. also hand him some of that bread too.
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rodolfoparras · 6 months
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All this baby trapping is driving me crazy in the best way
idk who I'd want to baby trap more, Rudy, Graves, literally all of the 141, I'm just so obsessed with them! They'd all look pretty knocked up and stuffed ^-^
Cw: attempted baby trapping, breeding kink, 18+
Thinking about graves w/ a breeding kink, who will more often than not ask you to fuck him without a condom, promising he’s on birth control which he is but he can’t help that he forgets to take them some days, who will have the two of you go for multiple rounds till his cunt is dripping from cum and he’s using his fingers to push it back in just in case, who will stay skewed onto your cock for hours making sure you fuck him so rough and deep til he’s sure your cockhead is grazing his womb
It doesn’t take much for you to figure out what he’s trying to do, and although you can’t help but feel blood pooling to the lower half of your body at the sheer thought that graves is trying to have your baby, there’s no way in hell you’d be tied down to him in that way and luckily he hasn’t gotten pregnant yet.
However you still want do indulge him in his little fantasy so you buy him a squirting dildo with fake cum in it, spending hours upon hours using that thing on him, watching that way his body quakes, completely soaked in sweat, and cunt swollen and red.
“Please please I cant” he cries out, head trashing side to side as fat tears rolls down his cheek.
“This is what you wanted right? For me to make you a mommy? Be a good boy and take it”
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fortheb0ys · 6 months
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Just thinking of shoving dick into the lips of Graves' pussy like a fucking hotdog. Each thrust the tip of your cock hits his red swollen clit. He begs you to touch him, his pussy or do anything but you're just chasing your own pleasure. You whisper how his good his pussy is, the perfect fucktoy for your cock to fuck into. When you finally decide to touch him it's been over an hour. He's completely lost, unable to form a sentence. His eyes glazed over, tear stains on his face. His knuckles white from gripping his desk and his legs shaking, threatening to give out any second without your bruising hold on his waist. His pussy juice mixed with a load of your cum dripping from your cock And oh boy, was that just be the start of it.
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aurelion-solar · 2 days
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Pride Month 2024 - League of Legends Event Art 🌈
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karmablush · 6 months
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my-little-girlboss · 2 months
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Ha ha, Andrew, you are a faggot <3
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She is a beautiful transsexual woman, to me <3
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astr0exe · 13 days
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// CW :: tm!reader / male!reader ,, DEAD DOVE : DO NOT EAT (cause yk, stalking , kidnapping etc..) ,, breeding ,, pure filth ,, praise ig
stalker!graves ?! watches you from outside the window, takes pictures of you just looking so peaceful and domestic cooking and cleaning being the perfect househusband. he gets jealous if you ever bring someone over, his face may as well be green with envy as he glares at your partner through the window.
but even though he is jealous he cant help but keep watching ,, seeing your face distort with pleasure. he cant help but rub his dick through his pants teasingly,, watching as you cum over this idiots dick.. it should be him filling you up with his kids…
he didnt mean to,, he really didnt, but he just couldnt stand it anymore. he NEEDED you and needed to touch you,, for u to be his pretty boy,, his little pet. so he took you.. simple, your room was large and the covers you lay on were soft and fluffy, he just lurks in the corner of the room (the grabber style) watching and waiting for u to wake up n oh boy when u do
ur forced to stay there,, constantly drugged up to keep u supple and soft for him like a good pet. never arguing back, never even having to think for yourself again. just let Graves do it all for you..
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badheadit · 29 days
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need to find someone with the same league of legends brainrot as me
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binders-and-beanies · 3 months
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1-2 years on T is just the beginning btw. Yes things change significantly during that time, you can and should be excited about it, and after a while being on T will be more about maintenance than new or continued visual changes. But at 1-2 years you still don’t really know what you’re gonna look and feel like long term, especially if you start young. You’re also gonna age, just like cis men do. Expecting your transition to be over the second you see any changes will leave you unprepared to live the rest of your life being perceived as a man, and it will also leave you susceptible to treating other transmascs poorly for having gone through changes you’re scared of experiencing yourself. Your experience is not only not universal, you haven’t even seen *your* entire experience yet
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bazilisks · 6 months
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i want to say that they help my delusions but i fear that they only cause more. love you babes!!!!!
i think i made vash a little too cheeky (ass) because he's probably incredibly flat
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turtleblogatlast · 6 months
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I’m a trans Leo truther at my core, so consider the boys having a run-in with the original comic TMNT. Both the OG boys and Rise Leo are red eared sliders, so it’s funny to think about Leo looking at them like 🤨 why are you guys so bland and short then??
Cue the reveal
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rodolfoparras · 6 months
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Do you know what? I just got the funniest idea in the world (mostly because I think bulling Phillip graves is funny)-
but now I’m imagining making a drunk bet with graves who stated that I couldn’t last one round. And now thanks to that stunning dare he’s basically skewered onto my cock (I’m trans, let me dream) while absolutely sobbing from the amount of times he’s cum while I’m just kind of sitting there scrolling on my phone cuz I got bored
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Listen as a trans man myself I totally get it but hear me out
Thinking about being completely unaffected, scrolling through your phone or doing paper work while Graves feels like he’s being split open on your plastic cock, looking like an absolute mess with fat tears rolling down his cheeks sweat slicked hair sticking to his temple as he bounces on your length,
or imagine him down on his knees, under your desk, lips wrapped around your length, tears prickling his eyes and drool pooling to the floor while grinding his hips in hopes of getting any sort of release while you’re just sitting there unbothered and going on about your day like he isn’t whoring himself out in your office for anyone to see
Imagine changing sizes up every day and just when he think he’s getting used to your length you’re pulling out a bigger toy to try out on him. Graves will never want to disappoint even when it stings and hurts, he’ll spend hours getting used to the new size you brought him, preening when you complimenting him for being able to take it
Imagine having him blindfolded tied up even while pushing different dildos inside of him, having him guess which one you’re using on him and if he gets wrong he just won’t get to cum or imagine switching up between dildos and vibrators while he’s tied up and blindfolded and he doesn’t know what to expect, his reactions so much more enhanced because he never knows what’s to come his way
Imagine being sent away on a mission but making sure to take his favorite dildo with you, only leaving him with much smaller sizes which would only leave him unsatisfied and frustrated, he’d still try using them but they would feel nowhere near as good as the new size you’ve worked him up to, he’d even go as far as to FaceTime you while using one of them and the whole time he’s unable to hit his prostate, unable to feel satisfied by the small size, unable to feel full in the way only you can make him feel
Imagine using two dildos on him, cocksheads knocking together while bullying his prostate, and he’s absolutely losing his mind sobbing into the sheets clawing at the mattresses, his own cock hard and weeping between his legs
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