Handy tip for cis folk, we aren't an idea, like freedom or liberty, we are actual flesh and blood people. So if you're going to write a thread about us, make sure you get a trans friend to read it first, and if you don't have a trans friend, ask yourself why the fuck not and stop writing about us
""I'm afraid I could be arrested if I travel to that state for your wedding and need to use the restroom at the venue ..."
This isn't a snitch tag by any means, but as someone who's planning on voting for @katmabu.bsky.social in the primary next week, I'd definitely appreciate some kind of acknowledgement about how this feels to a lot of folks like me.
Ngl, I don't normally engage directly in ~discourse~, but inviting people nationwide to a party for "normal fucking people" at a place that is extremely dangerous for trans people, and joking about people getting killed there, reallllllly doesn't feel great.
🫂🫂🫂 I'm sorry. It really sucks.
Fucking hell I'm lonely
Transphobia is a cancer of the heart and mind.
It is a useless fear, based on ignorance and cruelty.
Trans people are not responsible for a single one of the problems we face.
Do the world a favor and grow the fuck up.
I'm some form of apathetic agnostic when it comes to divine powers, which at the moment means I'm not sure if I'm being cosmically punished for reasons unclear to me, or if I'm just this pathetic all on my own. Almost kinda hope it's the cosmic punishment tbh.
Don't think I'm going to bother writing anymore, either. Don't need to keep making myself feel like shit by failing there too. Plus, don't need to focus on writing about stuff I want but won't ever be able to have. This was a stupid fucking idea.
Sigh. Another night out to meet someone new, another raft of evidence that I am *completely* uninteresting and unappealing. The universe keeps telling me to give up on flirting, dating, and new connections, and I keep ignoring it. Just keep embarrassing myself and getting hurt in the process. Fuck.
"if your dollthing begins exhibiting system instability, you can usually clear the error by rebooting it. Firmly grasp the reset switches located on either side of the dollthing's throat and press inward untill it performs a hard shutdown. Perform a percussive reboot by slapping firmly. Good as new!
no amount of propaganda should convince you that some children don’t deserve to grow up
On the downside, it's hard to write good horny when I am not really currently experiencing what horny feels like. Still have Clicker Training 3 simmering away, but I dunno how long before I can properly dive into it again.
Got helpfully reminded by the Internet that the weird disconnect I've been feeling with sex and kink stuff is also a major sign/symptom of autistic burnout, which, I mean, extremely tracks 😅 Kinda nice to feel like it's a temporary, environmental thing though, and not actually me being broken.
Something in my brain having to do with sex and kink has become fundamentally broken and I really cannot figure out what, why, or how to fix it. It doesn't bring me any pleasure or excitement anymore, just makes me feel sad and isolated and dumb :/
Fucking hell, yes please 🥺
Sucks for me though, I'm not hot, interesting, or talented enough for anyone to give a shit.
Lol I've been awake 15 minutes and I have already realized that today is going to be a badddddd mental health day...
Mooooooooooooooooooood
Soooooo on top of the full on mental health breakdown I had in October and am still trying to recover from, *and* on top of the crisis at work that I've been burning myself out on all week, my coparent is now spiraling because she's going to lose her job come July. Thanks, universe. Really helpful.
Both are grammatically correct, though apparently the first one is more common.
www.merriam-webster.com/grammar/what...
Kinda amused that according to French cuisine, all you have to do to turn a sandwich from a Mr. into a Mrs. is crack an egg.
My mom straight up asked me if my friend was actually ~more~ than just a friend. I absolutely busted out laughing and just blurted out "oh yeah, we've been poly for *years* at this point." So that's how my retired Pastor mom learned that I'm polyamorous. She's taken it really well, on the whole.
Eventually though, my coparent and I decided it was probably time to just tell my folks that we were seeing other people and also non-monogamous. We planned out talking to them the next time we were out there. However, the day we actually did go out there, before we had a chance to say anything,
Heh, I went several years without telling my folks I was poly. They knew my coparent I had become platonic-only, but I hadn't really said anything about dating or partners. What I *did* do was invite my girlfriend along to some holiday/family stuff, though I just called her my "friend" for that.
Yeahhhh, that's true, though I probs don't need to be complaining about not writing as much when I'm doing it >.>
Lol, called out
Now hitting the DIY scene: estradiol manteca!
The hottest and most intense relationship I've ever had started out when a trans guy and I bonded over our shared appreciation for misogyny as a kink. We basically just RP'd a classically toxic, abusive het relationship. It was *sooooo* good 😊
Well this is a deliciously nasty little bit of satire. Vicious, pithy, and exactly the sort of thing you really really wish you didn't find so *fucking* hot.
