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Be the best you can be.

vintage top surgery advertisement from the copy of Transgender Tapestry that i bought my bf for the holidays… don’t tell him you saw this, it’s a surprise! so fucking cool……

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getting head but they treat your tcock like a cis one. suck on the head before swallowing down on the rest, bobbing their head like it’s real blow job, telling you how big it’s gotten, maybe you’ll be big enough to fuck them soon….

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self-proclaimed trans supremacist

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yeah i’m a disgusting woman who pumped himself full of steroids and wants to groom young innocent girls into becoming men. what about it

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your manhood was handed to you i had to take mine with my bare hands

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about 🍂

vince | he/him | 22 | ftm

💉 12.31.20

🔪 01.13.22

sociology student + lgbtq studies major

something between transhet and butch lesbian

this blog is for glorifying transness + transmasculinity + self actualization. not a kink blog but will probably have 18+ content

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got to bond w one of my genderfluid mutuals in person this weekend and i want to forcemasc him so bad

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baby's first forcemasc... and it's christian

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Living out a bizarre forcemasc fantasy right now. A year ago, I met a popular, well liked and pretty girl who was extraordinarily talented with a provocative and outrageous sense of humor. She told me she’d never gotten off from sex and assured me she was a bad person beyond redemption. I cut her hair and encouraged her to experiment, made her cum every time we had sex. Now he’s my sweet needy funny nerd boyfriend who begs me to fuck him in the way only I can. He’s every good thing he was and so much brighter and happier. I coaxed him out and slowly shed the mean girl layers and now I have a little cat who follows me everywhere. Anyway hi Felix I love you

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its rlly funny that the current crop of content for forcemasc is either inspiring but rather erotically void motivational posters, or just saying "be gross and disgusting and violent" like thats what men are supposed to be.

the real sensual appeal of forcemasc, to me, is someone grabbing you by the hair, looking you in the eyes, and saying "I know what you are. And I'm going to drag it out of you. And you're going to love every second of it."

it's having someone not only affirm your internal view of yourself, but demanding it be brought to fruition at their hands. Someone who's completely uninterested in the girl-shaped shell you've been living inside of, and wants to extricate you, raw and wanting, from inside of it. They want to mold you like clay in the image of a strong, confident, beast that knows how to obey.

it's having your body examined and sized up, being praised for how far you've come and getting punished for backsliding. it's getting called a 'good boy' every time you take your shot straight-faced. it's tussling in the backyard and getting that little smile when you stand back up instead of tapping out. it's building your tolerance, your confidence, layer by layer until that shy, scared little girl inside of you that people forced you to be is gone, and all that remains is a very, very good boy.

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Stop everything n check out this drunk self portrait i just drew im sohappy with it!!

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forcemasc hack: make a playlist with songs you would listen to when you were a depressed girl and lift weights to it

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"Testosterone will turn you into a violent pervert", do you fucking promise????

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do the gayest thing

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(detail from the San Barnaba Altarpiece (c. 1488) by Sandro Botticelli)

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“Hell at last, Yawning, received them whole” painting by Gustave Dore

[transcript: God may have made you a girl, but you wouldn’t be the first to fall.]

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The truth is, you don't need to behave a certain way or dress a certain way or fuck a certain way to be a man. You already were, always were. You know that. Inside yourself you hid away a note which read out, "I am a man." You hid it for safekeeping, for when it was time, for when the truth could be reality.

You have the key in your hand already. Where did you put the lock? Where did you hide yourself? Follow that feeling of understanding that you are a man, and you've been a man, that the only thing keeping you inside that cocoon is your own, understandable fear of what lies outside it.

It's leading to something. A moment, inside yourself, where something will snap together into place, or the lense will refocus onto the bigger picture. Your story is a coming of age tale, young man. How much longer do you intend to refuse the call?