m1dorinaturals

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oh fuck yeah

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save a turkey

stuff me

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AI this AI that. i don’t care. call me when they invent a strap you can feel

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Every day I wake up and t4t nsft calls to me like the green goblin mask.

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hey don’t cry, knotted tdicks

[m1dorinaturals]

hey don’t cry, knotted tdicks

[m1dorinaturals]

hey don’t cry, knotted tdicks

[m1dorinaturals]

hey don’t cry, knotted tdicks

[m1dorinaturals]

hey don’t cry, knotted tdicks

[m1dorinaturals]

hey don’t cry, knotted tdicks

[m1dorinaturals]

hey don’t cry, knotted tdicks

[m1dorinaturals]

take your clothes off and get on the bed what no we aren’t having sex right now we’re cuddling and pressing every inch of skin together as close as possible for the next six hours

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everyone is always doing “werewolf who shifts when they get stressed” now do “werewolf who unshifts when they get stressed”

naked girl running around in the woods wearing nothing but a muzzle because she panicked when the snowstorm started and proceeded to lose all the fur that would have kept her warm. she’s banging desperately on your door. you should let her in

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BMW's concept car: give it a carussy and a gear shift that looks like a clit. men aren't gonna know how to drive this thing

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so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation. the goal, for them, was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-deprivation that so many of us learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to

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[m1dorinaturals]

horniest battle moments:

- taking your ally's weapon out of their scabard to use yourself

- using someone else's shoulder as a rifle stand

- nudging someone's chin up with the tip of your weapon

- freezing with your blades against one another's throats, breathing into each other's mouths