#castrated male

[transx-mogai-cafe]

♂️Castrated Male Transgender Man⚧️

Castrated Male Transgender Man: an identity whereby one desires to be or identifies as being a castrated male while also being a transgender man.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Does Cotton hate using condoms? I mean that bunny is horny 24/7 and keeps Cumming inside the reader 😭

What if the reader wants protection?

-🍧

you will have to hold him down and forcefully put it on. The only way he won't immediately take it off is if you hold his hands and Dom him. He'll whine but eventually get over it. Just make sure you have plenty because one won't be enough to satisfy him

[dysphoricangell]

i can’t help but laugh at the men who spend their free time running k!nk blogs on this app. bcz like,, at the end of the day you know all of them are just hideous balding pornsick slobs who can’t function properly around women off the internet

there’s little that’s more pathetic to me then spending hours a day jerking off to pornography of women being choked and beaten, and then sharing those violent sexual fantasies on an app filled with children

i can’t even really add a lot onto matters like this anymore bc of how extensively i’ve talked about k!nk on my blog already, but like whenever i’m reminded of k!nk culture i kind of wanna shoot myself 𖦹ᯅ𖦹..

hobby hobby plsplspls get a hobby that isn’t talking about how much you wanna rape women !!! or, better yet, just become another male suicide statistic alr ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა

[chicago-geniza]

Hi hello I am [redacted] years old and have been interested in historical cooking for at least a decade and only just now realized at 3.13 AM that "capon" means "chicken". I thought that was a whole other genre of bird, a game bird, like partridge or pheasant or quail. Fuck my stupid baka life

[jacksprostate]

Bob in female fight club au. Thoughts

Probably named Marge

Rather than doing a direct inversion (ie making the character the exact opposite, much tits -> no tits, etc) I think sort of an analogue would work better riffing off the motherly role Bob has, in combination with the group being for uterine cancer/ovarian cancer

The women come together, and they cry, cry, cry, over lost husbands, who left them because they got cancer, because overwhelmingly, men leave if their wife gets cancer, over lost relationships with children, who stayed but resent them, over lost Motherhood, that thing you were told was your worth but now you are told you're shit. Remaining Women Together. Despite. Despite despite despite.

What is it, about purposes. Want to see misery, see women fed their own physical oppression as lost salvation.

Marge, whatever her name is, her husband divorced her, left her with the kids and medical bills stacked as high as she is tall. She is thankful she still has her kids, it makes her feel like she's still worth something. She's had to try and get back into the workforce. No one wants to hire dear former stay at home mother Marge. She shows you her kids in her wallet in her purse and there are no pictures of her. There's a picture of her old husband, which she keeps to show her kids if they ask. They're old enough to go to school now, which is good, because it gives her more time to work. Life is hard, but she's doing her best.

Marge, who is on hormone therapy so she doesn't get those "side effects" she's heard about from other total hysterectomy patients, the future of early dementia and degeneration and horror. Who does pelvic floor exercises in hopes it will minimise the fallout of the surgery. Who carefully rips every hair out of her upper lip and chin because even if it would be normal for a woman, a woman whose gone through menopause, a woman at all — she knows, it's probably the estrogen tipping back over into testosterone, and she can't handle any more losses. She compensates. They all do.

The support group is her Me Time. It is the single hour plus half hour commute she can afford once a week for herself. So she gets here, and she cries, cries, cries, and the others cry with her, all over how their lives have fallen apart since they got ovarian cancer, got breast cancer, and their lives derailed because they can't be proper women anymore.

They cry in their waterproof makeup. Another product to promise womanhood. Identify yourself via consumption. Identify yourself by covering yourself up.

And when she finds fight club. When she finds something that says, jesus fuck. You are more than your children. You are more than your ability to have kids. You aren't a failed woman, that's a sack of shit you've been sold wholesale. When she finds something that promises her she will grow, achieve personhood, not because she was the ultimate martyr mother, not because she played the game of human or woman, but because it promises a freedom from all that, identification and repulsion of such sickening chains. When she stops worrying about her slightly deepened voice, and works to keep her dose even keel for her health, to avoid the toxic highs of accidentally juicing, rather than the lesser effects of a black lip hair or two. When she has a photo, not of herself in her wallet, but of the things she makes with other women from fight club, of the one view of the sunset from that one parking lot that she always thought was wonderful, when she has things in her wallet for her and her enjoyment. When she has corded muscle and a built up spine, when she sits her kids down and explains why they only see dad one weekend every other month, all the fun holidays, because dad decided staying with her through cancer was too hard even when she stayed with him through four lost jobs pissed away in alcohol and lottery tickets.

And Marge, who gets shot by the police on a regulation chill-and-drill assignment for Project Mayhem. Whose obituary in the newspaper talks about the children she left behind, how she battled cancer and kept caring for them, how she was such a strong mother, whose kids would now be shipped off to their grieving father who is so, so brave and stunning for standing up and taking care of the kids he made and dropped as soon as his live-in servant had a few issues. Her name is Marge Paulson, and she was forty-eight years old. She was a person. She will be remembered in the annals of Project Mayhem, lest what little there was of her be stolen from the world. She was killed by Project Mayhem, but they're the only ones who will remember Marge Paulson.

[i-swear-its-only-ironical]

I will say that with all due respect but America, what the actual fuck is wrong with your right wing politicians on Twitter?

[wonder-worker]

"Contemporaries acknowledged Bertha of Lotharingia's political ambitions and supraregional influence. Constantine VII Porphyrogenitus called her “the great Bertha” (τῆς μεγάλης Βέρτας) and highlighted that she reigned on her own (ἐβασίλευσεν) for several years after her husband’s death. ['Bertha’s quest for power also seems to have prompted contemporaries [...] to harshly polemicize against her in particular and against women striving for power in general.'] Liutprand of Cremona describes her negatively as a highly influential and scheming political actor, whereas the contemporary Gesta Berengarii accuses “the Beast of the Tyrrhenian, lifted up as usual by poison” and “pouring wild hisses from the mouth” of having impeded Berengar’s imperial coronation, among other things by employing “the wealth of neighboring Charybdis." [Bertha has also been identified by scholars as the figure likened to the sorceress "Circe", who the Gesta condemned for allegedly corrupting Berengar's wife with "venomous words"]. Much more positively, the epitaph on Bertha’s gravestone in the church of San Martino in Lucca underscores Bertha’s royal and imperial Carolingian pedigree as well as her transregional prestige and influence."

-Daniel G. König, "Bertha of Tuscany's Correspondence with al-Muktafī bi-llāh in the Version of Ibn al-Zubayr."

[darkwood-sleddog]

you know i don't see accidental litters by themselves as a red flag necessarily, but when breeders are having them repeatedly (like at least once a year or so) i really begin to scrutinize their dog management. like you have been doing this so long. how is this still happening so frequently.

[itsagrimm]

metro 2033 Artyom: daddy issues

metro 2035 Artyom: being a daddy and having issues

[sweetenby]

That one Rudolph lesbian post has me all kinds of fucked up

Me foaming at the mouth desperate to explain that male work animals are more often than not castrated vs clamping my mouth shut bc then I'd be siding with a homophobe vs knowing it's meaningless bc the animators didn't care about any of that and just gave the reindeer antlers bc it looks good

[glitchinginhyperfixis]

@sunflowersand-bees my fellow straight male 🫶🫶

[myplasticadversary]

Very amused by the prospect of Connor being very cis and gender normative whether male or female specifically because of how he/she idolizes reproductive success above all else

[jadeseadragon]

They know some bad boys whose testicles will soon be history. Or maybe a ranch hand's breakfast.

Some good girls

[puzzlewagon]

wait actually i just looked it up and oxtail comes from the tail of either sex of cow... which i guess makes sense since we dont exactly eat the rest of the damn ox

[reasoningdaily]

Killer Mike, Charlemagne, & the castration of the Black male voter

[sharkkweak]

Being an FFA kid and a furry is an insane combo because I’m out here considering how my stupid cow kemonomimi would do on market