so ya know that feeling when your dnd character does something you didn't expect them to, even though they're you, and now you don't know where to go from here? yea help girlies how do i fix this

me, a gay roman emperor, sitting atop a throne of boners:

Bring me the next Twink, I am bored of this one

My furry femboy servant wearing a lion suit:

right away master we will fetch you nothing but the finest from the local village :3

Screw bed head dude, i would much rather sloppy head or even… a hug

Imagine this: me, wearing nothing but a smile

Well actually a mr potato head smile insert piece taped to my cock. It looks like mr potato head has a really long nose

Actually a rather small nose…

And a sad little mustache

But the googly eyes are cool

Not really… they are two different sizes and they are crudely taped to my hip bones…

The mouth also only talks shit

She was a boy. He was a girl. Can i make it any more obvious? (They are both trans)

my friend (cishet lad) just said to me,

"two dudes.

model airplanes.

hard cocks.

fly the model airplanes into their cocks.

they cum, representing the people jumping out of the buildings.

fly one into one of their asses to represent the pentagon, and throw another one into the neighbor's yard to represent the plane that landed in rural pennsylvania.

call it cock/11."

My zippo collection so far

I am queer.

Whatever your associations with the word, I am it. I was queer when the little boys called Mary queer at the beginning of The Secret Garden, in that old fashioned way that meant strange, I was queer when I found out the modern definition, I’ve been queer and queer and queer for years and years and years. 

I’m a trans guy. I don’t think I’m a trans man, or a trans boy. I can’t find those words in me, a concrete definition of what a male should be. I’m a trans dude. A trans guy. A concept of casual masculinity that I dress myself in for comfort. I’m tired of labels.

My mom always complains about kids and their labels. I think some labels are fine, when you shed them like a dress when it no longer fits. I don’t like labels that choke you out and force you into their boxes, which are always just too small to be comfortable but not too bad to leave. I think some labels are an abusive relationship. That’s why I’m not a trans boy. Too many expectations to fulfill the role of “boy,” I tried it once and I can’t fit into the box, even though I tried. I tried so hard.

When I look for queers on the internet they’re often separated by label. LESBIAN SPACE. GAY MEN ONLY. WLW DNI. I feel like a floater, hopping from planet to planet, like I was born out of an asteroid in the queer galaxy, never really belonging anywhere. I belong in the galaxy, I can feel that in my bones (which come from stardust) but a planet, a label, eludes me.

I am bisexual, but only in the loosest sense of the word. I don’t know if I find anyone sexually attractive but people of any genders can look good to me. My first crush was a boy and now I’m dating a girl and I don’t know if I have a preference. There are very few bi spaces and even fewer I feel I belong in--I am fundamentally not a bi girl, but have no experience with being a bi boy and all the stigma that comes with being a homo- or bi-sexual male. I feel disconnected from the concept of gender, discovering myself by avoiding feeling bad instead of seeking feeling good. 

My head is complicated. There is anxiety in there and the burden of being labeled as “the smart kid” in first grade. There’s so much in my head I can’t think straight--though my girlfriend likes to say that I can’t do anything straight. I know who I am but not what I am or how to fit in in our dimorphic world. I feel like I’m blindly feeling around for something, trying to map out a path to me by feeling the spikes and cutting my hands and going the other way. That’s less of a metaphor than I wish it was. 

I have found acceptance but not belonging. I have support but no concrete identity. The world wants so badly to categorize me so it can understand me and I don’t know how to explain that I am just me. The thing that is me is not any of these other things you wish it was. I guess my journey is less about finding a label that works, and more about learning to live label-less. I need to learn how to identify as me instead of whatever label they wrap around my neck. For now I think I’ll stick with queer. To quote The Greatest Showman; “I am brave, I am bruised, this is who I’m meant to be. This is me.” 

This is me. Queer. 

I fucking love baseball

I really hate how i post a dumbass shit post of a screenshot of a youtube video titled “why femboys are better than women” AS A JOKE and people call me sexist. Like please guys it hurts my feelings and its making me sad. I thought tumblr was supposed to be nice and make you feel good and share dumb memes and shit posts

Might just delete tumblr ngl

im trans girls

rt if u see ur kink - choking - saving the bees - bdsm - being treated equally - hair pulling - people using ur correct pronouns

Lmaooo

billionaires on their £200,000 submarine ride to the titanic wreck when the guy moves his xbox controller the wrong way and a window cracks

please hit allow 🥺

Dumb three year olds wash their hands after peeing because their parents said so

Smart three year olds piss on their hands while peeing because it looks like theyve washed their hands after pissing