#contraception masculine

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[ANSM] Hausse spectaculaire des vasectomies en France, dépassant les stérilisations féminines

Entre 2010 et 2022, la France a connu une multiplication par 15 du nombre de vasectomies, dépassant pour la première fois le nombre de stérilisations féminines. Selon une étude d’EPI-PHARE, ce changement marque un tournant dans la contraception masculine, avec une moyenne d’âge des hommes optant pour cette méthode en baisse et une préférence marquée dans certaines régions. Malgré la popularité…

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A Masterpost About Long-Acting Reversible Contraceptives (LARCs)

During the upcoming presidency, it is likely that people in the US will lose many options that keep them from getting pregnant (contraceptives). The right-wing Project 2025 is against birth control pills, abortion, emergency contraception, and the government-provided health insurance ("Obamacare," Medicaid, and Medicare) that helps people afford these.

If you or your partner are concerned about the possibility of losing access to those options soon, you can ask your doctor or Planned Parenthood about getting a Long-Acting Reversible Contraceptive (LARC). The two kinds of LARCs are IUDs and the implant. If you get a LARC right now, it can protect you for years, without you having to do anything to maintain it. A LARC isn't permanent, so you can get rid of it if you later decide that you're ready to have a baby.

Hormonal Intrauterine Device: 3, 5, or 8 years of protection, depending on brand

An IUD is a T-shaped object that a nurse or doctor puts into your uterus. It's tiny, just a little more than an inch. The procedure for getting an IUD isn't surgery, it lasts just a few minutes, and it goes much better if you ask for an anti-anxiety medicine and the right type of painkiller.

Hormonal IUDs work because they slowly release progestin. That's the main hormone in birth control pills. Like pills, they can make your periods get lighter or stop, which is helpful for people who need to get rid of cramps and PMS.

Of the brands of them in the US, the FDA currently approves of using Kyleena for up to five years, Liletta for eight, Mirena for eight, and Skyla for three. Kyleena and Skyla are smallest and therefore easiest to insert.

I have more info in my tags about IUDs.

Copper IUDs: 12 years of protection

The other type of IUD is a copper IUD. Instead of changing your hormones, it works because copper makes the place unfriendly to sperm. Another difference is that this kind can make your periods heavier. Its brand name is Paragard. The FDA approves of using it for ten years, but studies show it's still good at twelve or longer. More info in my tags.

The birth control implant: 5 years of protection

It's a rod the size of a matchstick. A nurse or doctor uses an applicator to put it under your skin in your arm. There, it will slowly release progestin to protect you from getting pregnant. It can make your periods get lighter or stop. The FDA approves of using it for three years, but a study shows it's still 100% effective five years later, and so does another study. Its brand name is Nexplanon, which has improvements over the older Implanon, such as being visible on X-ray. More info in my tags.

Some honorable mentions

There are some other contraceptives that last a long time but aren't considered LARCs. The diaphragm and the cervical cap are two kinds of plastic cap that you put on your cervix each time before sex, and you can keep using the same one for two years. The birth control ring, Annovera, lasts one year. Each injection of the birth control shot, Depo-Provera, lasts three months.

Only barrier methods such as condoms, internal condoms, and dental dams can protect against sexually transmitted infections. The right wing wants to stop people from getting condoms, too. That's another problem, but LARCs can help us get through the next four years without unplanned pregnancies.

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Beggin' For It | Joel Miller

The Checklist - Orgasm Denial

Chapter Summary | Your new boyfriend Joel, in the process of helping you pack up your apartment, finds your stash of porn, full of all the things you've been scared of asking for. He surprises you by offering to help you tick them off, starting by denying you the thing you always love the most.

Chapter Warnings | This is basically porn without plot. Explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected PiV sex, talk of contraceptives, orgasm denial, creampie, dirty talk, pet names (baby), hair pulling, established relationship, No Outbreak AU, No Use of Y/N.

Word Count | 3.7k

Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader

Authors Note | Well here we go, the Joel Miller Kink extravaganza. I had SO much fun writing this and putting this together so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I love writing it! If you do enjoy this, reblogs and comments are always appreciated, and if you'd like to support me further, you can donate to my Ko-Fi.

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ko-Fi.

Your face is burning hot, and your stomach is in knots of anxiety as you stand in the doorway to your room, two glasses of water in hand, watching Joel, who is sat on your bed with a spread of magazine’s spread out across the duvet. Those fucking magazines, stored carefully in the bottom drawer of your bedside table. Some are straight up pornographic, plucked from the top shelf of the store, paid for and shoved into the depths of your bag before anyone apart from you and the cashier knew what it was. Others are those silly gossip magazines, Cosmopolitan mainly, pages folded in all of them of the pictures you like the most, the ones that help you get off the quickest, the things you want to try the most. And they’re all spread out for him to see. 

“W-where did you f-find those?” You choke out, swallowing thickly, hands gripping the two glasses so hard you’re surprised they don’t shatter. 

Joel shrugs, “You asked me to start packing the stuff from the drawers into boxes,” He says, because you did, your apartment in disarray as you’re packing up to move into his home, “I opened the drawer and found them.” 

Joel was never planned. You’d been more than happy on your own. When you met him, on a random Sunday morning, you’d been out of your last relationship for almost a year. You’d been staring at different types of nails at the hardware store, cursing yourself that you hadn’t thought to research what the best nails for hanging pictures up would be, when his Southern drawl had pricked your ears. 

“Need any help, miss?” 

You’d turned, taken a step back because he was taller than you, broad, and definitely older too. Grey scruff peppered along his jaw, some in his hair too, and big brown eyes that screamed kindness at you. He was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. 

“Huh?” Was all you could manage to let out, cursing yourself for seeming like the typical dumb woman at the hardware store. 

“Been milling around gettin’ some stuff and you’ve been starin’ at that wall’a nails for a while,” He chuckles, stepping forward so he’s next to you, “What d’ya need ‘em for?” 

“Oh,” You breathe, he smells good too, woodsy and masculine, “I’m wanting to hang some pictures on my walls.” 

He hums in understanding, reaching over to grab a pack of nails that are miles longer than the ones you would have chosen. He holds them out to you, which you take, fingertips brushing against his as you do, “Thanks,” You smile at him, “I would never have chosen these ones.” 

“You got everythin’ you need to hang them?” He asks, “Tools and stuff?” 

You shrug this time, “I’ve got a hammer, is that going to do it?” 

The look in his eyes is akin to what you imagine someone would look like if you’d just kicked a dog in front of them, he shakes his head and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and then hands you card that he pulls out. You take it, the words ‘Miller Contracting’ and a phone number underneath it. 

“Usually, I’m more of a building from scratch guy, but you can’t hammer these nails into a wall, so give me a call and I can come and hang your pictures for you.” 

So, you do. Late that evening, you call him, tell him you’ve got the weekend free, and you’d like to get your pictures hung. He comes over, you watch him closely as he hangs them perfectly on your wall. You make him dinner as a thank-you, considering he won’t let you pay him, and then after two beers, you let him fuck you on your couch. It’s not usually your style, but nine months later, it seems to have worked, considering he’s moving you into his house. 

Like most things that had to do with your life and Joel, moving in this early had never been planned either. Sarah, his daughter, who you’d met multiple times, had her own life, her own home, and the lease to your apartment in the city was ending early. Something to do with the landlord wanting to completely redecorate. Joel had offered his place to you, which made sense, considering you spent most of your time at his anyway. So, you’d emailed your landlord, told him you’d be out by the end of the month, and were now packing up everything you owned to move into Joel’s place. Start a new life. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby,” He coos, “Some interesting stuff here.” He muses, reaching over to pick up a copy of one of the more explicit magazines, opening it on a page that’s got the corner folded over, the picture is a woman, bent over on her knees with her hands spreading the cheeks of her ass, an anonymous man pounding his cock into her, a look of ecstasy on her face. 

You can’t bare it anymore, so you put the glasses down on chest of drawers and made a beeline to snatch it out of his hand, “Now, hold your horses, baby,” He teases, managing to grab your waist to catch you off balance, pulling you onto his lap where you straddle him, the other hand holding the magazine out of your reach, “What do the folded pages mean?” 

You groan, letting your forehead fall onto his shoulder, grumbling incoherently into him in the hopes he drops the subject, but this is Joel, and you should have known better. He pushes his shoulder forward, forcing your head up, “I didn’t quite hear you, baby?” 

Dick, is what you think, “They’re things I like,” You mumble, “Think that get me off.” 

He turns his head towards the bed with a smirk, “Lots of folded pages, baby,” He teases, Joel lets the magazine in his hand drop to the bed, gripping your waist in both hands, “Don’t need to be shy baby, nothin’ wrong with any of it.” 

It’s not really that you’re embarrassed by what’s in the magazines, it’s more the fact that even though you and Joel have an extremely healthy sex life, not one you would necessarily call vanilla, but certainly not kinky, there were things you were scared of asking for. There was a mental list of things you’d read about in the advice columns of Cosmo, pictures you’d seen in the other magazines, that you were dying to try, but how do you bring up to your boyfriend of not even a year, that you want him to bend you over and stuff his cock into your ass? 

Joel brings a hand up to your face, cups your cheek and brushes the skin there with his thumb, “Why don’t you show me something you want to try?” He coaxes gently, his brown eyes meeting your own. 

Your eyes go wide. You had always been worried of asking for these things, worried it would scare him off, or that he just didn’t want to branch out into anything too kinky, but here he is, offering to help make your fantasies come true, “Go on.” He taps at your sides. 

You lean over, grab one of the issues of Cosmo and flick through it to the page with the folded corner right at the back. You pass it to Joel, who takes it, letting his eyes flick to the column of sex advice. He clears his throat and starts reading with you still perched on his lap. 

“Dear Angela,” he reads in his Southern drawl, “I’ve been with my fiancé for over five years now. We’re very happy and our wedding is in a year’s time, but I’m struggling to connect with him sexually now. I think the problem is that he’s too nice. Outside of the bedroom, this is wonderful, but do you have any advice on how we might be able to spice things up with our sex life?” He then clears his throat again before launching into ‘Angela’s’ response, “Dear reader, this is something I deal with often. You’re happy with everything but the sex, but don’t lose hope because this is fixable. If you want him to get a little mean with you, nothing says that like denying you the big one, the final ‘O’ if you will. Talk to him, tell him it’s something you want, and have fun!” 

You’re looking at his face as he ponders what that means. He’s putting the magazine down on the bed, bringing his hands back to your hips, looking into your eyes, “Am I too nice to you, baby?” He coos, “Need me to be a little mean t’ya?” 

His voice flashes straight down to your cunt. You wriggle in his lap, the seam of your jeans rubbing along the bulge that is prominent in his own lap. He holds you still, fingers pressing into your hips, “I don’t think so baby, tryin’ to get yourself off like that.” 

You groan a little as he lifts you off his lap, spreads you out on the mattress. You open your legs for him, let him settle his hips between yours, grinding his hips as he presses his mouth to yours. You can feel his chest pressed against your own, the entire weight of him smothering your body, his hands smoothing your hair from your forehead as you open your mouth for him, letting him lick into your mouth, tasting him as your tongue works against his. 

You buck your hips up into his own, your hands coming down to slip into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling his hips forward so you’re grinding together through your clothes, something skin to how you used to behave as a horny teenager. 

“You feelin’ needy, baby?” He whispers into your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe as he does. 

You don’t want to admit that you are, mainly because you know he’s not going to fix the problem. You’ve asked for him to be mean to you, asked him to do nothing but use you and your body for his own pleasure and leave you wanted more, so you just let out a breathy moan, which makes him chuckle, makes him grind his hips into yours again before he pushes himself back on his knees, dragging you up with him so he can pull your t-shirt off your body. 

He pushes you gently back down onto the mattress, drags those big palms of his down your sides until he reaches the waist of your jeans. He pops the button, drags the zipper down and moves his body just enough so he can peel the material down your thighs and off your body, throwing them behind him to be forgotten now. Joel leaves your bra on, but drags your pantie down your legs, pushing your thighs apart so you’re bared to him, no doubt slick and shiny for him. 

Joel stands from the bed, drops to his knees and starts pressing warm, wet kissed to the insides of your thighs. Up the left side, down the right, but never right where you want it. He teases you slowly, like he’s got all the time in the world, and in moments like this you’re always in awe of how patient he is, always willing to defer his own gratification in place of getting you off first and, more often than not, multiple times, before he even thinks of sinking himself into you. 

His face finally makes its way to settle where you always love having it, right at the apex of your thighs, where you’re already wet with want for him. You can feel his hot breath skittering across your skin so, although you didn’t think it physically possible, you spread your legs wider, showing him your glistening, slick cunt. His fingers press into your thighs as his mouth presses a single, chaste kiss right to your clit. You breathe out in pleasure, letting yourself relax a little as you feel his tongue move slowly through your folds, moving from your entrance where your slick is pooling, just for him, all the way up to your clit. He teases you a little at first, small little kitten licks placed ever-so-gently to your clit. He knows this is what you like, when he takes his time to work you up to the edge. The edge you have to continually remind yourself you’re not going to get the opportunity to push yourself over. 

He pulls his mouth off you when you start moving your hips in time to his mouth, his palm pressing down on your belly to keep you still, “This ain’t for you,” He reminds, nipping at the delicate skin of your thighs with his teeth, “Just makin’ sure you can take me.” 

He sinks two fingers into you, curling them up just right, your back arching up off the bed to grind up into his palm as he works you open for him. It doesn’t last nearly long enough, much like with his mouth earlier. Normally he’d make you come on his tongue, then sink those fingers into you and make you come again, but he’s pulling them from your pussy, looking you dead in the eye as he presses his fingers onto your tongue. You clamp your mouth around them, licking your slick from his fingers, rolling your tongue over them in the same way you know he loves on his cock, your eyes training directly on his with no shame as you pull off them with a ‘pop’. You giggle slightly, biting at your bottom lip as Joel leans down to kiss you, tasting you on your own mouth, tasting yourself still lingering on his tongue. 

“Taste good, don’tcha baby?” He smirks, pushing you back, watching you intently as he strips himself of his clothes. 

You don’t think you’ll ever quite get over how beautiful a man he is when he stands in front of you naked. Defined and muscular at his chest, with those big arms that wrap around you, his belly, spattered with hair trailing all the way down until you get to his cock, hard, almost painfully so at this point. His strong thighs that you love to nestle yourself between at night. He is truly a spectacle and it’s moments like this that you still don’t quite believe he’s yours. 

He settles back on the bed, between your thighs, your hands grip at those broad shoulders as he reaches between the two of you, fisting the base of his cock, moving his hips slowly so his cock drags through your slick folds, the bulbous head nudging at your clit as he fists himself, spreading your wet along his length. You feel him settle himself at your entrance, pushing his hips forward just enough to give you just the tip. His nose runs along your jawline, kisses from his mouth trailing just behind, as he rocks his hips into your own, but only ever enough that it’s just the tip of his cock inside. 

“Beg for it baby,” He breathes into your skin, “You want my cock?” 

“Want it so bad, Joel,” You whine, moving your hips into his to try and take him deeper, but he’s gripping your thigh, warning you not to push it, “Please, Joel, please fuck me.” 

“Beggin’ for it even though you ain’t gonna come?” He teases, one hand moving up to your chest to pull the cups of your bra down, fingers taking your nipple and rolling. 

“Wanna feel you.” You say, burying your head into his neck, pressing your own kisses to his skin. 

Joel seems to find that satisfactory, slowly pushing himself all the way into you, dragging himself all the way out again. He leans back a bit, gripping you behind your knees to press your thighs as far into your chest as he can get them. Then he really does fuck you. He’s big, and although you know you can take him, it’s always a shock to you that it’s so easy. That he can pound into you with the ferocity he currently is, tip of his cock brushing against your cervix in that perfect mix of pleasure and pain. 

“Awful quiet baby,” He gasps out, watching you bite at your bottom lip, “Don’t like it when you don’t get to feel good?” 

You shake your head, Joel dragging himself all the way out of your aching cunt, flipping you over onto your belly. He presses his palm into the back of your neck, keeping your lower half pressed to the bed, whilst his other hand drags you up onto your knees, ass in the air for him as he guides his cock right back to you, thrusting back in all the way. You always loved it when Joel fucked you like this. The angle always managing to feel just perfect as he fucks you. 

The only sound in the room is that of your combined moans, little grunts from him and whines from your mouth, and the sound of his hips hitting yours, sweaty skin against sweaty skin. You’re starting to regret asking for this, because God it would be so easy for him to reach round, press his fingers to your clit and tip you over the edge in seconds. If it wasn’t for the way his hand was pressing at the nape of your neck, you could do it yourself, so desperate to feel the euphoria of coming undone around him. 

Joel’s thrusts are getting more frantic, even though it’s only been nine months of you together, you know he’s not going to last much longer. He slides his hand down and into the hair on the back of your head, gripping it tightly in his fist to drag your head up and out of the material of the bed. The sounds of yours once muffled by the duvet under you now let loose into the room, echoing around the walls and doing nothing but egging him on, getting him closer to the finish line. 

“You like this, huh?” He asks you from behind, “Like getting’ used, baby?” 

“Yes Joel,” Because you do, despite knowing you don’t get to finish, something about him being selfish with you, using you just get himself off, makes you unbelievably wet, “Still feels good.” 

You can hear him chuckle, fingers of his other hand gripping so hard to your hip that you’re sure he’s going to bruise you there. You don’t mind, not really, you love carrying him around with you like that. Secret marks on your skin, evidence that you’re his that only you know, only you can see, apart from when he bites at your neck, claiming you in front of everyone. 

“I’m close baby,” You can hear from behind you, the grip his hand has in your hair arching your back perfectly, angling him just so that if he just carried on like this for a few minutes you think he could make you come just like this, “You want it inside?” He asks, “Want me to fill you up?” 

This was new between the two of you, still exciting. After months of using condoms, never once a complaint from Joel, you’d held up the tiny packet of pills, the ones you’d been taking for a week in secret. Asked him to fuck you bare, fill you up with every drop if his cum, and the two of you were struggling to find a way of finishing that you enjoyed more than this. 

“Please,” You beg, whimpering as he gives another tug to your hair, pulling you back into him even further, “Please Joel.” 

“Ain’t no need for beggin’ now baby,” He groans thickly behind you, “Nowhere else I’d rather be.” 

You feel his hips slam into the plush of your ass a few more times before he goes still, groaning deep from his chest as you feel the warmth of his cum spread through your cunt. You can feel your own walls fluttering around him, taking his spend as deep as you can whilst trying to catch your breath. 

Fuck. You can hear him sucking in ragged breaths from behind you, hands still gripping your hips as he pulls himself from you. You whine at the loss of him, push your hips back trying to coax him into giving you what you want. God, this was such a stupid thing to want. Why would you want Joel to deny you the very thing he’d proved over and over again was the one thing he would give you without question? You’re desperate, and it wouldn’t take much, he’d have you screaming his name in less than a minute. 

“Please Joel,” You beg, “Please baby.” 

“What’s that?” He asks from behind, you can feel his chest lay across your back, pushing you down into the mattress, his cock still semi-hard against the cheeks of your ass, “You beggin’ for it, baby?” 

“Make me come.” You demand, like a little brat. 

“Awww baby,” He coos into your ear, hand coming to grip the back of your neck, “I’m such a mean man, aren’t I?” You nod your head, hoping it shakes his resolve, “Leaving you all wet and needy.” His teeth nip at your jaw, he pushes himself off you and then completely off the bed. 

You turn onto your back, watching as he picks up his clothes to get dressed. Why did you ask for this? You spread your legs, finger dipping down inside your pussy, dragging out the mix of slick and his spend to drag up to your clit. It wouldn’t take very long, already so worked up and sensitive, but he catches you before you can get there, hands tearing your own away from you. 

“Don’t be naughty,” Joel chastises, tugging on your wrist to get you to sit at the edge of the bed, he gets on his knees, loops your panties right over your ankles and drags them up, “Stand up,” You want to complain, but you do it anyway, hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as he drags your panties all the way up, pressing a kiss right where the waistband sits, “Be a good girl for the rest of the day and I promise I’ll make you come however you want later, okay?” 

It should embarrass you how quickly you nod your head, how your voice promises him you’ll be good for him. He kisses your forehead, helps you put the rest of your clothes on, passes you the glass of water you’d forgotten about earlier. 

“Come on,” He says, “Plenty more boxes to pack up.” 

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Thoughts on Lord of the rings??

Do you have any tips on protected sex between two afab

Lord of the Rings kicks ass, we need more deep and meaningful platonic friendships and healthy male characters in media that don't resort to romance or toxic masculinity to emulate affection and strength, the movies were groundbreaking and remain as incredible accomplishments and a love note to innovation and practical effects

2. For sex between parties with vaginas there are a few things:

If using toys, keep in mind that toy material can be affected by the kind of lube you use. Jelly toys are safe with water-based lube and NOTHING ELSE, or they will start dissolving, and they must not be stored touching other jellies or they will melt together. Jellies are also porous and cannot be used for anal, then vaginal penetration unless a condom is used and swapped- washing will never get all bacteria out. Once used anally, a jelly toy should ONLY be used for anal.

Silicone toys can ONLY be used with water-based lube or specialized hybrid lubes- again, silicone or oil lubes will cause them to dissolve and become porous, but they CAN be used interchangeably for anal and vaginal penitration providing you wash them before vaginal use. Silicone cal also be boiled clean and totally sterilized, whereas jelly cannot be boiled.

Glass and metal can be used with absolutely any lube you want, and can also be boiled clean.

For oral sex, keep in mind that oral diseases such as herpes can be passed on back and forth through genital contact- you can get genital herpes from oral herpes and vice-versa. If this is a concern, I recommend using a dental dam, or if that is not available then you can cut the tip off a condom and then cut it lengthwise to make one fast. Both condoms and dental dams come in flavored options, but with all contraceptives, lubes, and barriers you should check that glycerin is not a high ingredient, because that can throw off PH balance in a vagina.

If you experience any itching, burning, or discomfort when using lube, it is likely you have a sensitivity to the lube you use. Durex I know is especially popular for that. I recommend Water Slide or Fuck Water.

And on the topic of water-based lubes, you can add spit or water to rehydrate if it starts to dry out during, so don't worry about dropping a little cash for the good stuff.

And for fingering a partner, go with what's comfortable, but your hand won't cramp up as fast if you use ring finger-middle finger instead of middle-index.

Lastly, you can buy topical stimulants for clitoral or nipple stimulation- I happen to have a tingling peach flavour nipple balm that I use as a chapstick. Though always read the ingredients- cooling products usually use menthol, and warming products like cinnamon, both in very low amounts, but good to know if you have an allergy.

Oh, and lots of massage oils use almond oil as well, so again, allergies.

And it's perfectly normal to have a small vagina- if you choose to, you can purchase dilator sets for not too much cash, just take things slow- but it's not necessary, obviously. All bodies are good bodies and if your partner is a dick about it you deserve better.

Great question, by the way. Hope I could help!

[theloveinc]

kirishima x reader - kiri really, really, REALLY wants a third child.

(warnings: afab + fem reader who is a mom with two bio babies, breeding, slight sense of dubcon but it really is con, slight voyeurism, heavy on the pregnancy, mention of sick baby + baby coming early (all is well tho), son = mister, daughter = missy, abrupt end)

1.5k+ words. enjoy!!

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The conversation comes up on a sunny day in Denki’s backyard. His wife and their newest daughter in her lap sunbathing next to you, the baby reaching out for your sleeve every so often as the three of you watch Denki, Kiri and the older children—save for the oldest who claims she’s too big for such things—play in the sprinklers, screaming. 

“Have you thought about a third?” Denki’s wife asks, tipping down her sunglasses to send you an inquisitive stare.

“Oh, god, no. Ei and I are done.” 

“Really?” she seems surprised. “He’s such a good father, you’d think…”

You shrug, taking a sip of the mango slush that was provided to you when you first arrived. “We were considering it, but mister came so early that the stress of another seemed too much.”

“Ah, I know how that goes all too well. Has Kiri gotten, you know…?” She makes a snipping motion with her fingers.

You snort, the thought almost as implausible as Denki with a son. Doctors have recommended that most heroes remain unaltered, at least to reduce the chances of hormone levels fluctuating unexpectedly and causing changes in prowess… and though that didn’t stop Bakugo five years ago and nothing’s changed about his aggression or fighting style, your husband still uses the warning as an excuse to stay hesitant. 

“Oh, hell no. Have you tried talking to him about it? He goes nuts, and the man is stubborn as a bull.” 

“Are you guys using condoms, then?”

At that, you can’t help but laugh. Protected sex after what? Nearly ten years of marriage? Kirishima was far from the type even when you first met, if you tried bringing up latex contraception now, he’d practically consider it offensive, or a threat to his masculinity at the very least. 

“Pills for now. Surprisingly the side effects have been manageable.” 

“Aren’t you worried those might fail?” 

Her persistent concern touches you, and how could it not when she and her husband have to wrangle five, blonde, Kaminari daughters from sunset to sundown on the daily… but it’s nothing you don’t think you and Ei couldn’t navigate together if need be. 

The youngest starts squirming for you and you offer to take her in your arms, trading your slush to plop her on the warmth of your lap which immediately ceases her cooing. 

“Well,” you tickle her baby plump belly, the delighted squeal you get in response making you grin, “I guess an accident wouldn’t be so bad if they turned out like this one.” 

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Little did you know, Kirishima overheard your little, half-joking declaration. It’s a wonder, given that you’d assumed if the water hadn’t drowned out your voices, the seven screaming children (and Denki) would’ve.

But he catches you the next morning, fresh out of the shower as you stand in the bathroom prepping your skin for the rest of the day.

“I heard,” he leans in behind you, his damp and loose hair reflected in the mirror, “you said you wanted another baby?”

You chuckle, the steamy warmth of his belly pressing into your back almost overwhelming, “I said, accidents happen, my love. I’m perfectly content with the three babies I have now.” 

Kirishima pouts, the hands on your hips tightening as they slowly turn you around to face him. 

“What if we…?” he starts, but you don’t let him finish.

“Haven’t we talked about this?” you yawn, picking a stray piece of thread off of the damp towel hanging around his shoulders, your other hand running down his bare chest. “I thought we agreed two was enough?” 

“I was just thinking, you know, it doesn’t sound so bad now that mister is older and all.”

You wave him off, nudging your way out from between the sink counter and his hips before pressing one quick peck to his cheek. 

“Shoo. You’re going to be late for work,” Kirishima doesn’t let you go so easily, his hands lingering and only falling when you’re finally out of reach. “There’s a lunch in the fridge. Don’t get hung up on it, yeah?”

-

But Kirishima is hung up on it.

He loves being a dad more than anything, feels as though it's one of the many reasons he was placed on this earth, and though he loves you now more than any other time in his life and would love you no matter what happened to your body, he can’t say he wasn’t extremely delighted when you were pregnant... nor that he doesn’t want to see another rounded belly on you again.

Besides, your daughter was so curious about it, so precious and clingy, but she was almost too little to understand what was happening in your belly when you were swollen with your son… that Kirishima really only has a handful of memories of you all together before one baby became two and two babies became children.

And when he spent their babyhood was spent half in a hospital and half with you out of commission, he just can't help but imagine that doing it over with a third would make his whole life complete.

It just makes perfect sense. 

-

It’s couple’s hot yoga the next time it gets brought up, Kirishima helping you hold the warm-up stretches as he ponders the questions out loud.

“Have you thought about it at all?” He whispers, hands pulling your thigh away from your face and into a stretch meant to straighten your hamstrings. 

“Thought about what?”

“Baby number three,” he lowers your leg and helps switch you to the other side. 

You laugh, disturbing the calm of the heated studio, apologizing to the other couples there softly after. “You seem pretty committed.”

Kirishima nods like a desperate puppy, knowing how he must look in his loose tank top and sweatband, his hair pushed back from his forehead revealing a flush that isn’t yet due to the steam in the room. 

“What’s so good about a third, anyway?” you as say as he repositions your leg from straight to bent at the instructors command. “You know how sick mister was. I can’t go through that again.”

“What if you didn’t have to?

You glare, straining your neck to make sure Kiri can get a peak at your angry eyes. “You say that like you know what would happen.”

"I just…” he shrugs, thumb rubbing your ankle. “We missed missy’s toddler years taking care of mister, and by the time he was walking, missy was using full on sentences and demanded that we start treating her like an adult.” 

The instructor commands you turn on your side and begin the same stretches that way. 

“You were also still recovering from the pregnancy, I had to go back to work… and I want to do it again but with just one this time. Savor the baby years the way we should’ve savored theirs.” 

Kirishima lets his palm brush the intersection between your thighs as he keeps your let from falling. Damp and warm with sweat, he can’t help but press his fingers into where your loins hide under your leggings and—

You stick your foot in his face, the other couples amongst the room already shifting. “Up. It’s your turn for stretches.”

-

“Shit.” 

“Ooh, mommy cussed!”

“You didn’t hear that, baby. I’m just—“ you squint at the notification on your device.

“What?” Kirishima asks, holding your daughter in his arms. The tops of her feet are pressing into his belly while they pass a large slice of dripping, red watermelon back and forth. Your son is preoccupied at the coloring table set up in the living room, drawing pictures of semi-naked heroes with enormous hairdos. 

“Pharmacy’s out of my birth control. Won’t be in for a few weeks.”

You don’t miss the way Kiri’s eyebrows immediately raise, though you glance back down at your phone to panic-click more buttons in the hopes that he gets the hint. 

“What’s that mean, babe?” he asks, feigning innocence about a subject you very well know he’s versed in. 

“What do you mean, what’s that mean?” 

“I mean, what are we gonna do about that? You know—“

You groan. 

“Hush. We’re just gonna pretend I didn’t say that and move on,” you turn on your feet to rush out of the room, calling over your shoulder. “And share the watermelon with mister. I’m calling the doctor.” 

“Ooh,” your daughter says again, her sticky hands going to Kiri’s cheeks which are pinched in a funny expression she doesn’t clock, “Daddy’s in trouble!” 

-

But honestly, Kirishima can’t pretend he hadn’t heard what you said… and truly doesn’t know what you were thinking when you suggested that he try. Birth control aside, on it or off it, you were bound to have sex eventually… that was never even the issue. 

Though when you bring up condoms to the whiney redhead barely a few days later, he barely manages to open one before accidentally flinging it across the room in trying to see how well it stretches. 

“I can’t do this,” Kirishima frowns, sitting back down on the bed after pulling his briefs back on to throw away the slimy piece of latex. He curls an arm back around you to pull you in between his legs, hands moving to grip your waist while he admires the cute black, mom panties you’re wearing that sit over the handles of your hips. “I don’t wanna wear a condom.”  

You sigh, your own hands scratching the tops of his shoulders. “You’re not planning on pulling out, either. Are you?”

“No,” he doesn’t even say it shamefully, “I’m not planning on pulling out.” 

“And you’re gonna hope that it sticks?” 

“Yes,” his eyelids flutter looking up at you. You’re so cute frowning like you’re not gonna let him have his way and then pretend it’s all his fault. An accident. “I’m gonna hope it gets you pregnant.” 

That makes you roll your eyes, though it also has you squeezing your legs together. 

“You’re such a dog.”

Kirishima nods, but you don’t stop him from slowing pulling your panties down. 

“Only for you.”

[sexoblogue]

[Le Monde] Slip chauffant, anneau... des méthodes prometteuses de contraception thermique

Le Monde explore les méthodes innovantes de contraception thermique pour hommes, telles que les slips chauffants et les anneaux péno-scrotaux. Malgré un potentiel confirmé depuis les années 1980, ces techniques n’ont pas encore été validées officiellement par les autorités sanitaires.

[frameacloud]

Gabriella Ferlita (February 23, 2024). "A third of trans men can ovulate after undergoing gender-affirming treatment, study finds." PinkNews. https://www.thepinknews.com/2024/02/23/do-trans-men-on-testosterone-ovulate/

tl;dr: This is about transgender men and other transmasculine people who had been on T for at least a year, and had stopped having a period. A third of these people continue to ovulate while they are on T, even though they don't have a period. The type or amount of T doesn't matter, so we don't know why this happens for some people and not others. It's more proof that being on T doesn't protect someone from getting pregnant. People who don't want to get pregnant need to use actual birth control or other methods of contraception.

Here's the full text of the study that the news article is about:

Joyce D. Asseler, Julieta S. del Valle, Susana M. Chuva de Sousa Lopes, Marieke O. Verhoeven, Mariette Goddijn, Judith A.F. Huirne, Norah M. van Mello (February 22, 2024). "One-third of amenorrheic transmasculine people on testosterone ovulate." Cell Reports Medicine 5, 101440. DOI:https://doi.org/10.1016/j.xcrm.2024.101440 https://www.cell.com/cell-reports-medicine/fulltext/S2666-3791(24)00063-6

[frameacloud]

Image description: A stock photo of a smiling doctor or nurse wearing a white coat and a stethoscope. He sits at a computer desk that has anatomical posters hanging over it. Description ends.

Can a trans man on testosterone take Plan B after unprotected sex?

Image: The Gender Spectrum Collection

Someone asked us:

Can a trans man on testosterone take Plan B after unprotected sex?

Yes. A trans person can take testosterone (T) or HRT with emergency contraception. It’s best to take emergency contraception within 120 hours (5 days) after having unprotected sex for it to work best.

It’s important to know that Plan B doesn’t work as well if you weigh 155 pounds or more. And ella doesn’t work as well if you weigh 195 pounds or more. You can get a copper IUD as a form of emergency contraception. It’s the most effective type of emergency contraception if inserted within 120 hours (5 days) after having unprotected sex, and it will continue to give you pregnancy protection for up to 12 years.

Taking testosterone won’t stop you from getting pregnant, so use a form of birth control if you want to prevent pregnancy. And taking emergency contraception while on T and other hormonal birth control can affect your hormone levels, so speak with your nurse or doctor about your best birth control options. 

-Attia at Planned Parenthood

[mariacallous]

When we walked into school on the morning of 6 November, we exchanged quick glances with the other girls in our social circle �� looks filled with uncertainty and dread about the future. Because we are applying to colleges all around the country and about to leave our homes in the Hudson Valley, political issues suddenly have begun to feel a lot more personal.

Access to abortion and contraception, protection of the environment, and the growing hate and violence toward marginalized groups all have the potential to greatly impact our lives. We had only brief conversations about why Trump’s victory felt so defeating, but our shared disappointment stuck with us as we walked to our first period classes.

But as we sat down at our desks, we noticed a very different attitude among our male peers. Subtle high-fives were exchanged and remarks about the impending success of the next four years were whispered around. It didn’t make much sense. We live in a mostly liberal town in the Hudson Valley where Harris-Walz signs were posted outside of most of our friends’ houses. This is not to say that families with dissenting opinions don’t live in our town. But the boys that were the most vocal in their enthusiasm about the election results have progressive parents just like ours.

As these startling observations made us look back on the last couple of years, we started to realize that maybe this wasn’t as unexpected as we thought. An increased interest in pursuing the ideal masculine appearance by going to the gym and the creation of new male-dominated social activities like the infamous exclusive poker nights had seemed innocent and had been easy to write off as typical boyhood behavior.

But now all that seemed as if it was just the beginning of a new wave of male conservatism that was infiltrating our school. Obsession with achieving a more muscular body through excessive exercise and intense dieting fueled by ridiculous social media campaigns fell far outside the realm of healthy self-care. And the desire to socialize only with other boys stood in stark contrast to the co-ed activities we were accustomed to since childhood.

It hadn’t taken long for this focus on machismo to creep into these boys’ mindsets and conversations. Seemingly harmless disrespectful comments with witty undertones toward girls became commonplace, and feelings of traditional male dominance started to sneak back into our friend groups. Upon reflection, we both recall speaking about stereotypically masculine interests or topics and then hearing snickering exchanges between the boys in the room followed by targeted belittling retorts disguised as trivial jokes. It genuinely felt as though they viewed us as unintelligent or even inferior. During science lab our male lab partners read the directions aloud to us, and we had to remind them that we could actually read.

What we saw now was that all this was the result of an obsession – perhaps somewhat subconscious – with preserving an idea of traditional masculinity that both Biden and Harris threatened, in different ways. As an older, frail individual, Biden was an easy target for Trump’s aggression. While Trump’s comments seemed like an attack on Biden’s age and mental competence, they also incorporated indirect attacks on his masculinity that influenced this impressionable demographic of young men. And when contrasted with Trump’s pumping fist after the assassination attempt in July, Biden was appearing weaker and weaker while Trump was solidifying his representation of traditional male heroism.

Similarly, when Kamala Harris replaced Biden as Trump’s opponent, his goal of making his adversary seem “weak” was much more straightforward, exacerbated further by Harris’s prioritization of women’s rights in her campaign. Still, because our town is considered such a progressive bubble, we never thought the tone of the election was connected to the changes we were observing in our male peers. But Trump’s calculated direct focus on young boys was strong enough to win them over.

While these are just observations within our own high school, we believe that this is happening across the country. Young, well-off white boys from liberal families are being tempted by conservatism simply to protect an archaic idea of masculinity that guarantees them inherent power. It is not as if they are against abortion, or care much about the economy or immigration, or even feel remotely attracted to the rest of conservative dogma. But clearly, a shift back toward traditional gender roles is resonating with them now as progression toward female empowerment threatens their already delicate self esteem.

So how do we address this, going forward? How do we ensure that young boys practice critical thinking instead of falling victim to Trump’s rhetoric with its focus on recommitting to gender stereotypes that we believed had finally been eradicated?

Parents, we urge you to be aware of this growing phenomenon and teach your children about the dangers of calculated political movements designed to further one politician’s agenda. Until we do so, it is likely this pattern will continue. Boys in our school as young as eight are beginning to exhibit these same misogynistic tendencies that we never remember noticing when we were their age. And the most dangerous aspect of this is how little it’s talked about in mainstream media and how easily it has been overlooked in progressive communities. In fact this is an epidemic that will continue to spread rapidly until we start talking about it.

So look closely because these boys will be among the voters responsible for deciding our future elections.

[bullshit-tqia]

Lessons in Contrapositions

Since I can't reblog @agendercryptidlev for some reason.

If it is an assumption to say "cis" men have male privilege, then are there "cis" men who do not have male privilege?

What makes some "cis" men unable to experience male privilege? Is it based on how they act?

If how someone acts exempts them from privilege, then it must be possible for someone's actions to grant them privilege.

This is where it is important to understand contrapositions.

Imagine if I said all carrots are inherently vegetables, but no vegetables are inherently carrots. That's only halfway. How can all carrots be vegetables, but no vegetables can be carrots? It's like saying 2 + 2 = 4 is correct, but -4 = -2 + -2 is false. Logic is linguistic math. The reverse of a belief has to also be true.

If transwomen do not experience male privilege on the basis of how they dress, act, their personality, or whatever it is that exempts them from male privilege, then transmen have to be able to experience male privilege based on how they dress, act, their personality, whatever that grants them that privilege. 2 + 2 = 4, -4 = -2 + -2.

Ironically, baeddels follow the logical conclusion of gender ideology.

But we know that it is false. Transmen still experience misogyny despite how they dress, act, their personality, or whatever makes them experience misogyny.

This is where gender criticals come in, we believe the "whatever" is someone's sex. Because despite transmen possibly looking like men, acting like men, having a "masculine" personality, they still struggle with the consequence of being born with a vagina. They can still get pregnant, abortion access still matters, contraceptives still matter, they are still shorter than average, and they still have less lean muscle and body mass compared to natal men. We are still sexually dimorphic. Exceptions exist, but overwhelmingly this is true.

We still say the sky is blue even though it becomes orange at sunset. Because we understand that something else has to be true for the sky to not be blue. That something else is where the sun is in the sky, and for sex, it is intersex and hormonal conditions. We don't say the sky is a spectrum, we don't say sex is a spectrum because something else has to be true for the sky not being blue to be true, and something else has to be true for sex to not be binary.

TRAs never understand why we compare being transgender to transrace. What they miss is that their belief that someone's actions can grant them privilege or oppression also has to be true for every other form of privilege or oppression. If you believe that all pizza tastes good, then you can't say that some pizzas taste bad. You just said all pizzas taste good. You have to believe not all pizzas can be good if some can be bad.

So what makes transgender valid but not transrace to TRAs? To them, race is more than just a word, it's how someone is treated, the amount of melanin in their skin, and how they were raised growing up. But how isn't that true for men and women? Being male or female impacts how you're treated, your hormone profile, and how you're raised.

TRAs are MRAs.

Baeddels aren't radical feminists, they're male supremacists. They believe sex isn't a factor, it's based on how you act. They are just appropriating women's struggles to have a hand over transmen, who dared to think that they were equals to transwomen. Like how incels have now appropriated women's struggles to stick it up to women and other men by trying to become women. With how misogynistic baeddels are to transmen...how long until transmen realize that's the entire point of gender ideology? To erase the importance of sex, and to act as if their behavior is the only cause of women being oppressed and men being privileged instead. They don't believe that misogyny is a pseudoscientific belief that says women are inherently intellectually and emotionally inferior based on their sex.

Baeddelism is the consequence of the transgender victim complex taken to the extreme. Non-baeddel transwomen believe transmen are oppressed, but they are still envious of women and appropriate their struggles by making up bullshit words like transmisogyny. Baeddels don't believe that is enough, they have to appropriate and diminish the importance of sex even further, to get a one-up on transmen because they hate the idea of sharing a victimhood status with transmen. Transmen being natally female isn't a coincidence, it's the point. All transwomen detest women because they believe that they can become better women. That they can do what women cannot. They can become the object of their or male desire all they please, while the femoids don't understand just how lucky they are for being wanted. They just don't get how domestic and domicile femininity is, and they choose to not do all the infinite amount of bullshit that makes them wanted by men because they like some things and dislike other things?? Smh. They should aspire to do all the things that is considered feminine, to do all the things that make women be desired, like how transwomen do any and all things possible to become as feminine and as desired as possible. But it is unattainable because they are men.

Ultimately, transmen have to believe they can just be "correctly masculine enough" to escape oppression or that some can become oppressed based on how they dress and what surgeries they decide to get. That's transmen's motivation for transitioning, beyond homophobia's influence, of course. The whole discussion on "transandrophobia" is them being so close to the realization that they can never escape misogyny and become men, who don't suffer because of misogyny. They just haven't realized that their whole identity, the steroids they inject themselves with, and the organs they remove are all for nothing. They will never be men in the eyes of the patriarchal world.

They are just giving money to the butchers who are glad to profit from their oppression.

[allzelemonz]

Caught: Javier Esquella X Micah Bell X Male Reader X Sean MacGuire

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ and some Spanish things that might be masculine-ish Primary Sex: AMAB Secondary Sex: Omega Rating: E/Smut, language Warnings: Alpha Micah Bell, Alpha Javier Esquella, Beta Sean MacGuire, a/a/o, threesome, b/o, mating cycles/in heat, scenting, slurs, kissing, anal sex, hand jobs, mentions of breeding, Spanish pet names, Alphas fighting over an Omega, possessive behavior, admission of feelings, open poly ending Summary: Your heat sets in during a job, causing the Alphas to act aggressive to the point of being unable to control themselves. Sean does his best to help out as a Beta, but it’s not quite enough.

It didn’t occur to you until Arthur started acting strange. He of all people usually has some kind of self control, very unlikely to lose his head. But he shot the train passenger all the same. He had only grabbed your arm, trying to get your gun away from you. It wouldn’t have taken much to wrestle away and hit him hard enough to knock him out, but Arthur shot him. And then when Javier got a little close, acting in his usual flirty way, Arthur snapped at him.

“Leave the Omega alone.” He had said.

Arthur also wasn’t the kind of man to bring that sort of thing up, especially on a job. It’s the sort of thing outlaws don’t care about. Only time it matters is during heats and ruts and such, separation being necessary for everyone’s sanity.

“Ya feelin’ alright there, Arthur?” Sean had asked.

But Javier had already gotten defensive. “He’s not yours, cabrón.”

That was about when it clicked.

“Sean.” You had pulled him a little closer and the Beta caught the scent then.

“Oh, we’re right fucked, we are.”

He was right, of course. A bunch of Alphas on the job with an Omega in heat, only one Beta to try and stop them from killing each other on instinct. Fucked only began to describe it. And it only got worse when Micah and Bill got to the meeting spot where you were only supposed to be splitting takes before running back to camp.

Now you find yourself caught. Sean watches the Alpha’s closely as you stand behind him. No one’s tried to kill anyone yet.

“Maybe we can get ya away?” Sean offers. “Out to a cabin an’ ya can deal with things?”

“They’ll kill each other, Sean.” You sigh. “They need a Beat around to help them keep their heads.”

“An’ you need a Beta ta keep ‘em away.”

“I see you’re smarter than you look, Sean.”

“Ah, shove it.”

Micah’s voice cuts in, louder than the rest. “Hold on, cowpokes… the Beta’s gettin’ friendly.”

Sean looks between the Alphas and the harsh looks that form on their faces. “I ain’t doing anything, boys.” He laughs. “Honest.”

“Ain’t yer place.” Bill mutters.

Arthur’s the closest, his scent hits you first and you grit your teeth not to whine. The noise you can stop, but not the slick. No, the slick seeps out and you know what that does to Alphas when they smell it fresh.

“Sean, we need to run.”

It’s not that you wouldn’t enjoy spending a heat with one of them, it’s the situation that scares you. No nest, no real privacy, no contraceptive herbs, four Alphas.

“I hear ya, big man.” Sean says shakily, his arm situated in front of you as you both back away to the horses.

But the Alphas follow with their aggressive scents in full force and the horses are more than spooked. They bolt into the trees, leaving you and Sean with significantly less options.

“What now, cowpokes?” Micah grins.

Sean panics, every bit of his instincts in this moment are to protect and he can’t find a way to do it. “You, uh, you lads can’t all have ‘em… can ya?”

He’s unsure of the tactic, trying to pit them against each other again, but Bill is easily fooled. The large man lunges at Micah, Arthur follows suit with Javier. Sean takes careful steps back, guiding you with him, until you’re far enough away to turn and run. It feels terrible and it hurts, moving so much during heat and an early heat at that.

“Okay…Okay…” Sean stalls, catching his breath. “Hope the lads don’t… kill each other…”

“Probably helps if I’m not there.” You groan, feeling the pain in your balls as the slick sitting there fills much more than it should. “Shit…”

“Ya alright?” Sean guides you to sit against a tree.

“Their fucking scents made everything come faster.”

Sean nods. “Right, right, cabin… ya need a cabin er somethin’.”

“I don’t… shit, Sean, help me.”

“Help ya?”

You nod, the pain making needles shoot everywhere. “It won’t hurt so much… if the fucking slick gets released.”

“Right.” Sean nods. “How’s tha’ work?”

You put your head back against the tree, wishing you had one of the older Betas around that actually knew what they’re doing. “Sex, Sean.”

He smiles for a moment before he registers it fully. “Ah… right.”

“J-Just a handjob.” Your hands fumble at your pants. “I… fuck, I just need to get rid of the slick.”

He watches as you get your dick out of its confines, hardened from the heat and the scents. You grab his wrist and guide his hand to it, groaning at the feeling of his fingers as they wrap around you.

“It’s not gonna take much.” You breathe. “Do it… do it fast, they’ll smell it.”

“Right… Right…” Sean nods, swallowing thickly as he moves his hand.

You try to hold things back for Sean’s sake. His face is so red and Beta’s don’t have the same reactions and instincts Alphas do. He has no idea what this kind of thing feels like and he’s probably never helped anyone through it given his age. Still, he knows how to give a handjob and he has you over the edge in minutes. The slick spurts out heavily and the pain in your balls subsides. It’ll come back when they fill again, repeatedly until you can’t make any more and your body’s had its fill of pleasure.

You take heavy breaths as Sean pulls his bandana off, wiping his hand. He moves to wipe the slick from you but you stop him.

“No point, pants are already ruined.” You groan as you stand, putting yourself away in your pants. “We gotta go.”

“You’re not going anywhere, chiquitito.”

You turn to see Javier with his gun pointed at Sean. He gestures to the side and Sean puts his hands up, following the command and stepping away from you.

He keeps his gun on Sean, turning his head to you. “Come ‘ere, sweet Omega.”

You already have his scent in your nose and your instincts drive you forward. Javier’s not a bad guy, you might’ve asked for his help anyway. One Alpha you can handle.

“Ya okay, big man?” Seans asks you.

You take a shaky breath, pulling your mind to answer. “It’s alright, Sean. Just-Just watch out for the others.”

Javier lowers his gun as you reach him, holstering it to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a kiss. His lips are soft despite the desperation he puts into it. He pulls you against him, hardly a part of your bodies not touching.

“You want me, Omega?” He grunts as you grind your dick into his.

“Help me, Javier.” You say, still holding some of your sense.

He chuckles. “You want me…” A groan as you grind into him just right. “Even when you’re not in heat, don’t you?”

“Shit, Javi…” You gasp as his hands grip tight to your ass. “I do, I really fucking do.”

“I’ll remember that, amor.” He presses kisses along your jaw, trailing until he can take in your scent from the patch. “You smell so damn sweet.”

“Bet he does, greaser.” Micah’s voice, followed by the click of a hammer.

You both freeze, but you can feel the pain coming back in your balls as the slick starts filling again. Having the scents of two Alphas isn’t helping either.

“Micah…” You whine, reaching out for him.

He takes your arm in his hand, pulling you away from Javier and into his chest. Javier turns, hands in the air as he fixes a glare on Micah. You’re not opposed to Micah helping you either, it’s them fighting about it that has you worried.

“S-Share.” You manage to get out before you groan from the pain. “It’ll help more if you…” You wince as slick forces its way out of your dick, what’s dripping from your ass not leaving fast enough. “Both of you, fuck me, please…”

Javier grins. “I can share, bello, since you asked so nicely.”

Micah’s fingers flex over his gun as he looks between you and Javier. Your hands grip at his jacket, your scent patch so close to his face. He holsters his revolver.

“Fine.” He snaps, turning to you and scenting deeply. “I’m goin’ first.”

Hands fly fast and you’re not fully sure who pulls whose pants down. Micah turns you around and Javier gets in front of you. Javier’s hands are gentle as they hold your hips still for Micah to push inside. You can feel the slick gushing out as he does, more leaving your balls to compensate and it gives you enough relief to feel the pleasure and let your instincts take over.

“Alphas…” You say in a moan.

“I think he likes your cock, Bell.” Javier mocks as his hands run under your shirt. “You want ‘em to knot you, mi amor?”

Micah’s lips press along your neck, his hips fucking into so much that you feel Javier’s clothes rub against your dick. If you weren’t in the middle of the woods, if you had a nest, you’d say yes.

“I-I… need…” You shutter from Javier’s hands on your chest. “n-nest…”

“We’ll find a place.” Micah whispers against your ear. “Nice spot ta breed ya, darlin’.”

Javier’s hand drops to your dick, squeezing as Micah thrusts. “You want us to fill you up, amor?”

His other hand goes to your stomach, fingers pressing against it just in time to feel Micah’s seed flood inside and make you swell for a moment before it leaks out without his knot to hold it in. Javier’s hand is what makes you cum, slick shooting out over his clothes.

“That’s it, corazoncito.” Javier soothes. “Let it out.”

“Cabin then?” Micah muses, his hand running over your scent patch. “Give ya a proper fuck, cowpoke?”

You nod, your voice not quite coming to you. Your scent dies down as the lull sets in and slick dries, giving the Alphas a bit of clarity as they find a good spot. Javier gets your pants, your gun belt, everything Micah had shed, and carries them in one hand as he helps you walk with the other. Micah walks in front, guns drawn in case of danger, as he searches for a cabin.

Sean is probably so occupied with the two bigger Alphas that he doesn’t have time to think about where Micah got off to. You can’t imagine having to rein in Bill and Arthur, Micah and Javier are much easier even without the scent of heat.

Micah spots a place, an old cabin in the trees. A little dilapidated, but enough to work. Javier gets you inside, lowering you to the floor carefully as Micah looks around. He comes back with some old blankets as Javier sets your belongings down.

“Ain’t much.” Micah sighs, shrugging off his jacket. “Here, cowpoke. Ya like the smell, right?”

You take it from him, too focused on putting the nest together to thank him much but the gesture does warm your heart.

“Can’t see why, you smell like shit.” Javier mutters.

“Least I ain’t covered in lady’s perfume, ya-“

“Stop.” You say plainly, still mostly focused on the nest. “Don’t like it when you fight.”

You can still smell their hostility but you can’t get the stupid blankets to sit right so you ignore it. Micah’s jacket makes a good pillow despite the leather, it’s cold so it’ll be nice when you’re overheating from all the intimacy. Most of the blankets are ratty but it’s all you have so you make it work. You’ve never had a heat so unprepared before but it seems to be turning out fine.

The ache returns and you look up at the Alphas to get out some final words while you’re all still thinking clearly. “I do actually like you both, it’s not just the heat.”

Micah shuffles on his feet before settling his hands on his gunbelt. “Coulda said somethin’ sooner, cowpoke.”

“Can’t speak for the asshole, but I would’ve been sweet if you asked, mi amor.”

Micah’s scent picks up again and you stand between them. “Stop. We figure that out when I’m over this.”

“Fine by me.” Javier shrugs. “You’re starting to smell sweet again, chiquitito.”

“I know.” You sigh, rubbing your eyes as you feel the slick threaten to drip from your ass. “Whatever you don’t want stuck smelling, keep away from the nest.”

You settle yourself back down onto the blankets as Micah and Javier shed their clothes and weapons. The heat starts to settle in again with the added excitement of seeing the men more and more nude. You take off your own clothes, tossing them away from the nest. You kind of like the shirts and you’ve managed to not get slick on them yet, you don’t plan to now. Javier is skinny, still built, but he has a certain slim frame for an Alpha. Micah is very different, still having not shed his shirt, he has a wider frame with enough extra skin to make you want to feel it. Which is why you’re disappointed when he doesn’t take off his shirt at all.

“Micah?” You can feel your mind clouding again, his probably is too. “Why the shirt?”

Javier pays no mind, settling down next to you and trailing a hand along your leg. His scent travels to you and Micah is right now that you think about it, it’s mixed with a lot of cologne.

“Ain’t nothing ta worry about, darlin’.” He says, laying down on the other side of you.

“It is if I wanna see you.” You turn to him, his scent hitting you now as well and it’s much stronger than Javier’s.

Micah distracts you, pulling you in for a kiss, before you can bring it up again. The heat really hits now, with Micah’s attention and Javier pressing himself close to you from behind. Micah lets his hands wander over your body as yours hold his face, Javier presses kisses over your neck as his hand gently feels around your hole for the slick to gather properly. You grind against it, the instincts coming over you and wanting nothing more than to be full. And Javier isn’t one to keep you waiting. He grips your hip, his knee nudging your legs apart a bit as he pushes inside. You moan against Micah’s lips and have to pull away as Javier starts to fuck into you.

“Alpha…” Your hands drop to cling onto Micah’s shirt.

His eyes flick away from you for a moment, looking behind you at the other Alpha.

“You can have him when I’m done, amor.” Javier whispers in your ear. “My Omega.”

His thrusts push you solidly against Micah and he holds in place for Javier. The feeling of Micah’s dick grinding against yours sends you over the edge, but Javier doesn’t stop. You shutter with his movements, the slick rebuilding fast but you can feel more of him now.

“Javi…” You whine. “K-Knot me, Alpha.”

He smirks against your skin, pausing the kisses along your neck. “I will, mi pequeño tesoro. Anything for you.”

Micah pulls you back into a kiss, hungry and possessive. Likely annoyed Javier’s knotting you first. His hand grabs your dick, pumping it fast. Your nose clogs with nothing with his scent as he gets angry.

“Greaser don’t feel as good as me, do he, Omega?” He growls and it makes your head spin. “Yer mine.”

“Cum for me, Omega.” Javier whispers, his hips faltering as his knot starts to build.

You do, covering Micah’s shirt in slick again, coating his hand too. Javier knots, burying himself and pumping you full with nothing able to drip out. With Javier filling you, another lull sets in and in a few seconds you all have a bit of your minds again.

Javier settles his head to rest on your shoulder. “You know, amor, good chance of, uh…”

“I know.” You sigh, your head resting against Micah’s forehead as you get a chance to admire his eyes between surprisingly soft kisses. “Hosea’ll have something to stop it.”

“Good.” Javier chuckles. “No one wants another Micah around camp.”

“Shut it, greaser.”

Javier picks his head up to look at Micah over your shoulder. “That’s starting to become a little endearing when you say it, estúpido.”

“Sounds like you wanna fuck him more than me half the time.” You mumble, agreeing.

“If I didn’t want my turn, I’d shoot ya both.”

“Your turn with him or me?” Javier laughs.

Micah growls and it makes you duck your head on instinct.

“Don’t make shit start until Javier’s relaxed, asshole.” You hiss.

He presses a kiss to your head and mumbles a hardly present apology.

Javier tightens his grip around you as he settles again. “What happened with Arthur an’ Bill anyway?”

“Hell if I know.” Micah mutters. “Don’t righty care, s’long ‘s they stay ‘way from here.”

You feel Javier trail his lips along your ear. “Omega’s choice, Micah.”

“Don’t start.” You sigh.

“I’m close enough, mi amor, might as well get started.” His hands drop a bit to softly palm your balls. “You would have fucked them too, right? Needy little Omega, just needed an Alpha ta fuck him.”

You groan at the attention from his hand. “Don’t just wanna fuck you idiots.”

“But you wouldn’t say no to them, would you?” Javier teases. “We’re sweet but you’d let them fuck you rough.”

“He ain’t a whore, Esquella.”

“Never said he was, just that he probably wouldn’t mind letting Bill and Arthur fuck him ‘til he couldn’t talk.”

“Our job.” Micah growls, pressing himself against you.

“Ooh, now you wanna share, puta.”

“Shut up…” You breathe shakily, their teasing and Alpha scents making the heat start up again in a rush. “Just… both of you fuck me, it might make things end sooner.”

“Why would we want it to end, chiquitito?” Javier muses. “You smell so sweet when you’re in heat.”

“I’m serious, Javi. It’s not safe out here, this needs to end soon.”

“‘s all right, Omega.” Micah hums. “We’ll take care ‘a ya.”

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Image description: A comic by S. Mirk (she/they) titled "IUD TMI: Everything I learned about IUDs!" The illustrations aren't explicit, and they're mostly black and white line drawings with sunny color accents in mostly yellow and orange.

(Transcriber's note: IUD is short for "intrauterine device." TMI is short for "too much information.")

The first panel has a montage of many things: a container of birth control pills with an angry face on it, dollar bills flying around, the word "babies" crossed out, a rubber glove, and an IUD.

The narration says, "I was really nervous about getting an IUD. Oh my god, surgery! A thing in my vagina! Plus it costs like a thousand dollars! But birth control pills were giving me all kinds of trouble and I wanted long-term contraception."

(Fact check added by the transcriber: IUD insertion is not surgery. They don't cut you. It's a minimally invasive procedure that takes only a few minutes.)

The second panel is designed to look like a dollar bill. It says, "Money turned out not to be a problem because... the federal Title X covers the cost of birth control for low-income people... and my insurance would cover most of the cost. Legit."

The third panel is designed to look like it's about two wrestlers, who are each a cartoon character version of an IUD, with faces, arms, and legs added.

"Then I had to choose between two kinds of IUDs. La Mirena vs. Ol' Copper."

"In this corner: La Mirena. * "Hormonal, but a much lower dose than birth control pills. * "Lasts five years." (Update added by the transcriber: in 2022, the FDA approved Mirena as effective for preventing pregnancy for up to eight years.) * "Often makes periods lighter and easier."

"In this corner: Ol' Copper. * "Non-hormonal. * "Lasts about ten years." (Update added by the transcriber: the FDA still approves use of it for up to ten years, but data supports that it can still be effective for twelve years, according to the article Evidence-Based Contraception.) * "Often makes periods heavier and worse."

"And my winner was... La Mirena!"

The cartoon character version of the Mirena IUD says, "¡Gracias, señorita!"

"And then came the big day... insertion!"

("Insertion" is written in a big drippy display lettering, like on a poster for a vintage horror movie.)

"I was super nervous! I'd heard inserting the IUD really hurt!"

A doctor holding up a speculum smiles reassuringly and says, "The part that hurts is only ninety seconds."

Then there is a sequence of panels that are a close-up on the cartoonist's face as the background color becomes gradually brighter to symbolize her level of discomfort.

Caption: "Preliminary poking around." The cartoonist is thinking, "Umm... okay." She only looks a little worried. The background is black.

Caption: "Thirty seconds." The cartoonist is thinking, "Ugh." She looks uncomfortable or a little sick. The background is dark gray.

Caption: "Ninety seconds." The cartoonist is thinking, "I will not die. I will not die." She's grimacing. The background is light gray.

Caption: "Big poke!" The background turns bright red, and the cartoonist exclaims out loud, "Fuck you!" From off screen, the doctor says, "Done!"

Narration: "Actually, the dread was worse than the pain! I'd equate it to 'as bad as slamming your hand in the car door,' except instead of your hand, it's your vagina. So... terrible."

"It felt like I had bad cramps for an hour."

"My boyfriend bought me ice cream, because he is the best."

"Then for about a month I had cramps for about ten to fifteen minutes a day."

(The words "month" and "cramps" are both written in drippy horror movie lettering.)

The cartoonist stands in front of a February calendar where each day is crossed off. She's hunched over, grimacing, and holding her belly, thinking, "This sucks."

"And then they just stopped!"

The cartoonist stands in front of a March calendar where one day was crossed off, and then a week of days after that has a smiley face on it. She's hunched over and holding her belly as though expecting it to hurt, but she isn't grimacing, just saying, "Huh."

"Now I love my IUD! I've had pretty much no continuing side effects and now I don't need to worry about birth control."

The cartoonist looks down at her body and says "Truce?" A speech bubble comes out of her belly as her uterus replies, "Fine."

Two cheer pennants wave. One has a heart, and the other says "Yay IUD!"

Description ends.

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Transcriber's updates and additions: In the years since Mirk posted the above comic, the link has broken, and the archived version of that site doesn't have these images.

For people who are worried that inserting an IUD might cause them pain, emotional distress, or dysphoria, they have options to make it more comfortable, if one asks for them. For example:

Before the procedure, the patient can have a questions-and-answers session with their provider. Ask to hold an IUD in your hand so you can see it. It's much smaller than most people expect.

The provider can give a prescription of an anti-anxiety medicine (an anxiolytic) to take before the procedure. The dread really is the worst part.

Studies are inconclusive about whether it helps to first take a pain pill (ibuprofen or naproxen), and/or local painkiller gel (lidocane gel). However, using them is safe, okay, and a good idea.

The provider can give a local injection of painkiller (a paracervical block).

They can give medicine to prepare the cervix (misoprostol) so they'll have an easier time inserting the IUD. Studies are inconclusive about whether this helps or if it's not worth the side effects, though.

Ask your provider to use a gentle, even voice as they continuously talk you through what they're doing during the procedure. That helps with the dread too. It's a lot like having a dentist who has a good manner.

After the procedure is done, take a few minutes to recover before you try to get up.

If one would prefer to be unconscious during the procedure, ask for it to be done under sedation.

All but the last of these tips come from the medical journal article Practical Tips for Intrauterine Devices Use in Adolescents, which goes into much more detail about them. In adolescents? Yeah, IUDs are ideal for getting all the way through one's school years without getting interrupted by a teen pregnancy. IUDs don't protect against sexually transmitted infections, though. Only condoms or other barriers can do that.

Disclaimer: I'm not a doctor, and this post is not medical advice. For medical advice, you must consult with your physician.

I got an IUD a while ago and people keep asking how it’s working for me. Instead of telling each person one by one, I decided to make this comic to share with the world. Hope it helps!

Click on the first image to read the comic through piece-by-piece or scroll through the full version by clicking here! 

[francesderwent]

Discworld dwarves:

very traditional

you become one not by birth but by ritual

all dwarves are culturally masculine; all Catholics are spiritually feminine (vis a vis Christ the bridegroom)

great reverence for the Word

emigrate from their quiet hometowns and then get uproariously drunk in the big city while still sending most of their money to mum and dad back home (tbh Irish Catholic coded)

don’t approve of contraception

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Justin Horowitz at MMFA:

Viral TikTok videos are falsely linking birth control to infertility and describing the medication as “absolutely poison,” while others make generalizations about side effects and suggest the pill tricks women’s brains into making them less attracted to “masculinity." A recent report from The Washington Post examined how online birth control misinformation, combined with a lack of transparency about rare side effects from contraception, is causing women to believe misconceptions about the medication. The article says the trend is driven by an “underlying conservative push” by right-wing influencers. [...]

Misinformation about birth control is going viral on TikTok

On TikTok, figures spreading misinformation are leveraging cherry-picked data and anecdotes about negative side effects of the pill to make blanket generalizations about its effects and scare women into believing that birth control — which is safe and effective — is dangerous. In a May 2023 TikTok video with 144,000 views, for example, former Daily Wire host Candace Owens falsely insinuated that birth control causes infertility problems. (Owens has gone on to repeatedly attack birth control and suggest on social media that it is dangerous.)

[...] Making blanket statements about how birth control affects women is misleading — experts say that while there may be an “association” between hormones and some elements of physical attraction, “suggesting that birth control can alter mate preference,” it is difficult to be certain there is a “cause and effect” relationship. Additionally, as The Washington Post noted, many of the studies that influencers point to “have small sample sizes or are otherwise flawed … which can show correlation but not necessarily causation." No medication is perfect, and doctors need to be clear about potential side effects with their patients — the lived experiences of people on birth control are valid, and side effects from these medications vary from person to person. However, influencers on TikTok are leveraging cherry-picked data points and anecdotes about negative side effects from birth control to make blanket generalizations about its effects that are misleading and potentially dangerous. [...]

The Post’s reporting spurred TikTok to delete videos “linking birth control to mental health issues,” among other misleading claims. A TikTok spokesperson confirmed to the Post that some videos the outlet identified violated TikTok’s company policies against “inaccurate, misleading or false content that may cause significant harm to individuals or society." By design, TikTok’s “For You Page” algorithm feeds content to users based on “interests” or “connections” that can make it easier to be pulled into a world of radical content, even if they are not seeking it out. This could lead TikTok users — many of them children — to view and possibly believe medical misinformation from influencers that right-wing figures are exploiting to vilify and fearmonger about birth control.

Birth control misinformation and conspiracy theories are gaining lots of views on TikTok to push right-wing narratives to gin up anti-birth control sentiments.

[frameacloud]

The above is a good post. Here are some additions.

T is not a form of birth control at all. The book Trans Bodies, Trans Selves is the most thorough and up-to-date book about transgender health written by trans people together with health professionals. It says,

"One of the most important things to remember is that testosterone is NOT birth control. In some of us assigned female at birth testosterone may decrease fertility, but this is not reliable and has not been tested clinically. Unintended pregnancy has occurred in [people] on testosterone for gender affirming hormone therapy."

- Laura Erickson-Schroth, ed. Trans Bodies, Trans Selves, 2nd edition, p. 594.

It's inadvisable to for someone to take T while pregnant or trying to get pregnant, and for many people T can temporarily pause their menstrual cycle as long as they're on it, but T does not prevent pregnancy by itself. If someone is on T and doesn't want to get pregnant, they need to also use some form of contraception. Many options for it won't interfere with T.

Some forms of hormonal contraception are compatible with being on T. In the years since the above post was written in 2012, Planned Parenthood's website and other resources have become much more inclusive of people who are transgender, so they have some good advice about this stuff. Planned Parenthood advises that if someone on T wants to add a hormonal form of contraception that won't interfere with T, "There are quite a few hormonal birth control options that don’t contain estrogen. These 'progestin-only' methods include: the implant (Implanon or Nexplanon), hormonal IUDs (Mirena, Skyla, and Liletta), the shot (Depo Provera), and even some kinds of birth control pills." Depending on which kind they are, these vary from 93% to more than 99% effective at preventing pregnancy. A person can also ask their health provider about using these to pause your menstrual cycle, if they're someone who finds that T doesn't do that for them by itself. (By the way, trans people who only want to pause their periods and don't want masculinization can ask about using birth control to do that without using T.)

Emergency contraception. If someone had sex without contraception, they can use emergency contraception within a few days afterward (the time limit depends on the exact method) to stop a pregnancy from being able to start. It's not an abortion, because the pregnancy doesn't start in the first place. Other than the copper intra-uterine device (which is the aforementioned non-hormonal IUD), the FSRH says that emergency contraception pills are compatible with being on T. Planned Parenthood has more info about these pills for people on T.

Permanent contraception. If someone on T never wants to get pregnant ever, they can get a procedure for permanent sterility: tubal ligation (having your "tubes tied"), or vasectomy for their partner, which are each almost 100% effective at preventing pregnancy. Hysterectomy (removing the uterus) is almost 100% effective at preventing pregnancy, or genuinely 100% effective if they also remove the ovaries and/or cervix.

Detecting a pregnancy while on T. If someone does unexpectedly get pregnant while on T, "those of us on testosterone often do not menstruate, so unintended pregnancy may be detected later in the course of the pregnancy because there is no missed menstrual period to alert us that we are pregnant" (Trans Bodies, Trans Selves, p. 594). If someone on T is wondering if they got pregnant, Planned Parenthood says an at-home pregnancy test will work okay, and trans hormone therapy won't interfere with it.

For people on T who want to have a baby: Testosterone doesn't permanently cause infertility. Pregnancy has been very well documented in trans people who had been on T, or had previously been on T, even if they weren't using any help for fertility (Light et al, 2014). Trans people temporarily take a break from being on T while pregnant or trying to get pregnant to make sure it will go okay. While off T, their menstrual cycle and fertility return, and they can have a baby as successfully as they would have. Famously, this is how Thomas Beatie had his children. He wasn't really the first man to do it, but he's the best-known. (Wikipedia's not a reliable source, but this is a good enough overview about this famous person.) The FDA warns that being on T while pregnant is known to be harmful to the developing fetus (Trans Bodies, Trans Selves, p. 594). The paper insert that your pharmacy gives you with your prescribed T gives this warning, too. The FSRH explains that being on T while pregnant can masculinize the fetus. That's if the person on T is the one who carries the pregnancy, though. The Gender Analysis blog talks about how if someone on T wants to freeze or donate eggs, they can pause taking T for a short amount of time. The process is no different than it is for anyone who freezes or donates their eggs. There have been a couple of studies where trans men who didn't even stop taking T have successfully been able to donate eggs to their partner, who carried the pregnancy successfully.

Some more resources about safer sex and contraception for trans men and trans masculine people.

The Faculty of Sexual and Reproductive Healthcare of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists (FSRH) has a document about contraceptive options for trans people.

(Warning: this next link has content that's more explicit than most sex education materials about safer sex.) The Gay Men's Sexual Alliance created the queer sex ed booklet "Primed: The Back Pocket Guide for Trans Men and the Men Who Dig Them," which has relevant precautions and tips to know if you're having sex with cisgender men.

"Check It Out, Guys" is about Pap tests for trans men. It has resources for ordinary trans men, as well as for their providers. If you're sexually active and have a cervix, then you need Paps to check for sexually transmitted infections that could cause cancer for you or your partners.

The Terrence Higgins Trust has a section with a bunch of great articles on safer sex and sexual health for trans men and trans masculine people.

Safer Sex and Contraception for Trans Guys

A lot of us are less than well-informed about how to have safe sex and prevent pregnancy as trans guys, partially because there isn’t a lot of information out there specifically for us. 

-For oral sex involving vulvas (vulvae?), a good way to reduce the chance of STI transmission is to use dental dams. These can be purchased at sex shops and similar locations or created using saran wrap, condoms, latex gloves, or other materials. They are also sometimes available for free or very cheap at university health centers, Planned Parenthoods, and LGBTQ resource centers. 

-If you’re using a prosthetic/dildo for vaginal, oral, or anal sex, it is important to make sure the materials it is made of are safe and that it is kept clean. Certain materials are more likely to grow bacteria than others, and certain materials contain phthalates, which are chemicals used to soften PVC and may be dangerous (a good rule of thumb to tell if a prosthetic contains phthalates is if it has a greasy texture and/or smells strongly of plastic). Prosthetics that are labeled non-porous and phthalate-free are generally safer, but that doesn’t let you off the hook for regular cleaning. Different materials require different cleaning methods, and so it’s good to do your research. If you are unsure if your prosthetic is clean and free of harmful chemicals, using a condom can help make things a bit safer for your partner. As a side note, if you suspect that your packer may contain harmful chemicals, you may want to wear it so it is not directly against your skin (for instance over your underwear or in its own little sock). 

-Testosterone may stop you from ovulating, but it probably isn’t a good idea to use it as your only form of birth control. Hormonal birth control while on testosterone is not really an option, so the pill, patch, and shot are out. However, condoms, diaphragms, and non-hormonal IUDs are still effective options for guys on T (this is not a complete list of all methods, and not all methods are created equal, look up effectiveness and weigh the pros and cons of each method). Hormonal birth control is fine for guys who are not on testosterone, although many trans* guys are uncomfortable with some of the “feminizing” effects hormonal birth control may have (for example, breast enlargement or breast tenderness). 

For more information on safer sex and contraception, check out Planned Parenthood’s website (unfortunately pretty much geared toward cis people but still pretty helpful), MegaThatcher’s video on Safe Sex for Trans Guys, and Queertransmen.org.

[avesmx]

Art Student's First Aggressively Political Piece lol - we were assigned to make a collage that is both personally and politically meaningful, so i chose to make a piece about transmascs being left out of conversations on reproductive justice - i chose the quote (as a disabled artist) because i first heard it in terms of disability activism, but i feel it applies very strongly here as well. in case it's hard to make out or you're not sure what any of the images are, i put a thorough description under the read more!

clockwise from the upper left, the images are:

the caterpillar, chrysalis, and adult form of the pipevine swallowtail butterfly (representing transformation)

forget-me-nots

a diagram of the uterus and ovaries

pennyroyal flowers (pennyroyal being a traditional and extremely toxic abortifacient)

a vial of injectable testosterone cypionate (the HRT i'm on) and the molecular structure of it

a violet (bc I Personally am a lesbian as well as transmasc)

more forget-me-nots and violets

the medications in the bottom left are the birth control pill i'm on, plan B emergency contraceptive, and a combination pack of misoprostol and mifeprestone (used to induce abortion)

the background is tissue paper in shades of blue and purple (masculinity and lesbianism) glued to a black-painted wood panel, and in the middle is the nonbinary-inclusive trans symbol surrounded by two banners reading "nothing about us without us"