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[klaudia2646]

When we got to Santo Domingo we stopped at Adrian tropical to eat mofongo, we were all starving as they only give you a little snack on the plane and we didn’t eat at the airport, little man was so excited to see the ocean, he wants to go to the beach.

Monday little man had fun playing with toys that my mom and sister gave him and he certainly had fun playing outside. He saw a lizard while trying to take a nap and amazingly enough he did t freak out. Then in the afternoon we went to the big mall, it was a slow outing because my mom went with us and she walks very slow. He had a good time playing on some games.

[lovemehatemex0]

& here come the tears

[ratsoncats]

I'm worried

Hi, I'm Gabe, I'm 19, and I live in the U.S.

I am a trans man. This is something that has been apparent to me for years now, and something I have suspected (or, in a way, hoped for) for most of my life. I have always felt a joy in aligning myself with the masculine as opposed to the feminine. There are countless personal experiences I could point to in order to show you how I know I'm trans. If you're curious, I could do that. But, for what I aim to say here, I don't think that is necessary. What's important to know is that I like living as a man, being seen as a man, and it burdens me with a deep discomfort and practical disgust to be perceived as anything but.

I've made a sort of peace with my body. My face isn't something I'd consider to be pretty and I keep my hair short. Baggy clothes cover my chest and the rest of my body well. Most days, no one has any idea that I'm trans and simply see me as some boy picking up a gallon of milk. I'm happy that that's the case; I know many others aren't as lucky. I still have my share of reservations about my body, though. I am perfectly fine with being short (to the extent that I even celebrate it), but my chest, my hips, and my thighs bring me dysphoria. (Genitals are a different story that I'd rather not get into on the internet with strangers.) These parts of me are usually easy to ignore, but when I focus on them for too long, sadness overtakes me. I don't want to look like this. I want to be flat, boxy, small. The image of myself in my head doesn't align with what I see in the mirror, and it drags me down.

Another part of me says that cisgender men can have bodies like this, too, and that I shouldn't feel like any less of a man because of it. A third part says that curvy and top-heavy trans men are still men all the same and that stressing over it won't bring any good. As much as it feels good to listen to these voices, I still long for my ideal body. I long because it's a personal desire of mine to look that way, plain and simple. I also long, however, to make day-to-day public life to go smoother. I want people to mistake me for a girl less and call me "sir" and "young man" more; I'd prefer my body to read as a more convenient physical shorthand for manhood.

So, for the sake of my comfort and continued enjoyment of my time on this earth, I'd like to change how my body looks. One way to achieve this would be through the use of testosterone, which, on top of rearranging the stores of fat in my body, would also provide me with the welcome bonus of increased facial and body hair. I am also very interested in receiving top surgery to make my chest more masculine. It lifts my mood just to think of what my body would be like after these treatments, even moreso to know that there is a real possibility that they could be done.

The current climate around trans topics worries me. All I want is to live comfortably, but discussions about criminalizing transness have me fearing the worst. I don't want to force anything onto anyone, to limit or in any way alter anyone's speech, insert myself someplace where I'm endangering others or putting them at a disadvantage, or publicly indulge in a fetish. I'm a simple man with simple desires of a flat chest and he/him pronouns, but there's an army formed against me and people with similar stories.

I'm an American. I believe in freedom. A deep respect for the freedom of speech is something my dad has instilled in me from a young age and that freedom is something I'm thankful for. I believe that if someone wants to say something, they should be able to, and that if someone wants to do something, given that it doesn't bring harm to anyone else (or their property, etc.), they should be able to do it.

There are gray areas that come with that idea, yes, but those are outside the scope of this discussion. What I want to address here are procedures that improve a person's quality of life, procedures like gender-affirming surgery. If this so-called "mutilation" is as bad as some would say, why are so many people happier for having undergone it? Should consenting adults really be kept from personal pursuits like top or bottom surgery? Cis people get cosmetic surgeries all the time, but I don't see the public uproar about those procedures being mutilation. I would also like to ask, what does it matter to you whether someone's genitals could cause or support a pregnancy? The decision to raise a child is a very personal one, and I don't think the general public's ideas need to hold much weight in a potential-parent-to-be's decision making process. If someone is okay with the fact that their body may not work as before and will have visible scars, I think they should be completely within their right to have a surgery or take hormones.

I'd like to revisit the topic of free speech. Someone speaking about their experiences and feelings in their body and about their gender should not be considered pornographic. The average conversation about trans people in no way serves to provide sexual stimulation. Topics regarding genitals and sex should not be confused with explicit content; sex ed is taught in schools, isn't it? Education on these topics is important for many reasons and can prevent unwanted, painful, and dangerous situations. Conversations about transness are simply a dialogue about people's experiences, often with the intention of educating their audience. Given that they aren't intended to get the audience off, they are not porn. People living their lives is not porn. Transness isn't porn.

It deeply concerns me to see people misconstruing what it means to be trans and trying to limits trans healthcare and voices. I have hope for the future, but recent discourse has buried that under a layer of anxieties.

I'm just a boy, sitting at his laptop, worrying about if he's going to have to live with B-cups for the next ten years of his life. Being vocal about issues like this is important. This is how change happens.

The conditions were just so that I decided it was about time I write this. This is my first time posting something like this, but I don't think it'll be my last. Let's keep this conversation going, and let's make this country and this world a place we're happy to call home.

[tamingicarus]

7 minute single i love you

[charbeloved]

when you wake up early

[peachdues]

we miss you :( i hope you're having a good week! sending you love peachie🩷

I’m sorry!! I know I’ve been a little quiet, work is just super stressful rn (currently hiding in the bathroom while I respond to this bc I just needed a BREAK —)

I’m hoping things ease here soon, and when they do, I’ll give you lots of smutty filth to make up for it!! And some fluff, too (Mitsuri x reader cuddles, anyone??)

[vanosslirious]

Nogla: I thought we were gonna split!

Vanoss: No, no, let's not split up.

[damnpotatoe]

god give me strength i have been studying for 1 and a half hours an none of it gone in my head. 10 pages of biology i have to know by heart tomorrow. its gonna count 33.3% of my grade.

[madameocotillo]

The one thing I am not looking forward to about welding school is the 7 am start time. In my perfect world, regular obligations do not exist before 10 am

[peachcitt]

for some reason my post announcing the chapter yesterday did not post even a little bit - one would think the goodwill bathroom would be perfect for that sort of thing.

anyway, because of that here's me telling you that both chapters 2 & 3 of my @ladrienjune fic greatest hits are now available!!

you can read them here

see y'all tomorrow!!<3

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

I’ve been meaning to do WIP Wednesday for aaaages and I always forget. It’s not actually Wednesday yet, but oh well! I have been working on this fic for over a year, and I think I am in the home stretch. Here is a snippet from early on. 

Draco had got barely halfway across the Entrance Hall when it happened. He felt the Trip Jinx round his ankles before he saw his assailants, and he went sprawling hard onto the stone floor, the wind knocked out of him, his wand spinning away to clatter out of sight and well out of reach. He lay on his front, coughing and gasping with ugly laughter ringing in his ears.

"Nasty tumble, there Malfoy," jeered someone behind him. "You want to mind where you're going, or you could hurt yourself."

Draco pushed up onto his hands and knees, still trying to get his breath. There was no way he could reach his wand before they jinxed him again; he hadn't even seen where it landed. He never was any good at muggle duelling. He got one leg under him, bracing himself to be knocked flat again, and heard a shout from above him.

"Protego!"

The jinx bounced off the Shield, and Draco got to his feet under its protection. Harry Potter was striding down the marble staircase toward them looking like a thunderstorm. Halfway along he stooped and picked up Draco's wand. He hardly glanced at Draco as he passed him and marched up to the little knot of seventh years picking themselves up from where they'd been hit by the rebounding jinx.

"Think it's funny to knock people down, do you, McClaggen?" snarled Potter, glaring up at the biggest of the lot.

"Oh don't get your wand in a knot, Potter. It's only Malfoy," said McClaggen in the sort of tone you might use to say 'It's only a slug.' "No love lost there, eh?"

"It doesn't matter who it is! We're not doing things like that anymore," Potter said furiously.  "We just got done with a fucking war, and you want to keep fighting? You lot want to keep it going just for fun? Well, I don't, and I better not see you do that again! Now clear off!"

"You can't tell m--"

"Too fucking right I can! Now get back to your common room!" And, perhaps because Potter was Head Boy, perhaps because he looked like he could spit nails,  or perhaps simply because he was Harry Potter, they did clear off. Potter watched them go, then turned to Draco. He still looked quite angry, but he was clearly trying to gather himself, "You okay?

[lovemehatemex0]

I want kisses 🙎🏼‍♀️

[pickastitch]

i'm actually the worst person to play vault hunters because there WILL be a trail of 30+ mobs after my ass while i'm looting everything and trying not to die

[writer-ace]

I feel like some thing I don't see as much when it comes to fatigue, chronic illness, etc. is that sometimes it looks like being "entirely functional" for work etc. but simply not being able to do anything else.

Like it's often framed as scales of "can do stuff" versus "can't do stuff" which I struggle with relating to so much because for me it looks like going to work, either remote or in person, running meetings, being mentally present, etc. and then getting home and simply crashing.

Like my entire life is work, most days of the week. I have to work, so that is what 85-90% of my entire energy goes to, and then literal zero housework or anything else gets done. I sleep on my couch a lot, because I sit down and then am asleep. My apartment is an absolute disaster area becasue doing literally anything is Too Much. I eat dinner less than I should because I either sleep through it or can't contemplate the idea of doing it.

But I am very productive at work.

This is not meant at all to invalidate people who have different experiences, more just to try to articulate my own struggles with feeling chronically ill "enough" to "count" because I feel like I rarely see my own experience reflected.

[empyreanmirror]

some unnamed feeling

[stevethehairington]

if i never had to use amtrak again that would be the best day ever