#i was born to be feminine but i was not born to be a woman

[ocean-in-my-rebel-soul]

When I was younger, I suffered what I've long considered an identity crisis. Along with cultural identity issues, I struggled with gender stuff. Around six years old, during kindergarten, I started getting the sense that I wasn't a girl. I didn't have language or even any sort of understanding for what that could mean, and so it was this sort of confusion without any way to relieve it. I leaned heavily into hyper-femininity, but that wasn't working for multiple reasons. I remember being desperate to be considered feminine, but my body type isn't a traditionally beautiful one, nor are my features. I *could* have been pretty, in a way that some marble *could* make a beautiful statue, but I never learned the art of sculpting. I could make my face pretty, but couldn't make the rest of me so.

Being in adolescence and considered ugly is hard for anyone, but while struggling with unresolved and unnamed gender feelings? God, it was the WORST. My behaviors in trying to access womanhood and traditional femininity were toxic at best, despite me being a feminist (I was feminist to other people, but not to myself, if that makes sense?), and as a whole, going through life up to my mid 20s was probably the worst part of my life. (I mean, who doesn't feel more secure in their 30s than 20s, but this is a very Specific kind of feeling, is what I mean.)

I'd been exploring gender a bit more in my 20s. I grew up in a very queer positive household (my grandpa was as gay as a jaybird, three of my mom's aunt and uncles were lesbian and gays, some of my extended/bonus family was queer, etc.), so when I came out as firmly bi in my teens, that was great! Except I was still struggling and couldn't figure out why until I began getting introduced to trans spaces, people, and cultures.

I came out as nonbinary at 24, legally changed my name six months later, and while I still was having issues, it was much better. I'd suffered from identity crises basically since I was born, and admitting to myself that I wasn't A Woman gave me a lot of relief. I struggled with the idea of masculinity, though (yay internalized androphobia), because of trauma and the cultural issues around toxic masculinity, and it wasn't until I was in my 30s that I accepted that my identity does include (what I try to make) healthy masculinity in my gender fluidity. It took me lashing out at a trans man doctor during the grippy sock vacation I took in 2021 to get it through my skull that, you know, being masc doesn't automatically make someone a piece of shit (which I was honestly, genuinely afraid of for so long, I later realized), but Doctor Dude was really gracious and non-reactive about it, and just let me burn myself out and then told me that maybe it could be good to be curious about things in my own time, and get to examining why I was afraid. "If anything, it might help with the fear," he said, and when I began that journey of introspection with the help of LOTS of therapy, I began to see it as part of my whole being.

I'm trans masc, and consider myself to be nonbinary and gender fluid. I wouldn't say that being A Man is one of my gender identity poles, but it does feel close, like maybe 85% Man at any masc moment. I leaned hard against being A Woman for a while, but have worked through a lot of issues with my concepts of womanhood and femininity, and while I wouldn't say Woman is on the axis of my gender fluid uhhh range, femme kinda is, alongside other things.

Being trans and learning about myself has allowed me to reconcile A LOT of shit and baggage and harm that I had been carrying for as long as I could remember. Being able to live authentically has brought me so much joy, and has allowed me to cultivate richer and more varied relationships, because I'm able to know myself better and allow myself to be fully present. Being trans has been a joy, honestly, as much as it's been difficult to get there. Living in my body has been made so much easier since being able to understand and claim my identity.

I've experienced trans joy, trans love, trans happiness, trans-formation, and so much more. I continue to cultivate those things, in spite of the political and social atmosphere of my nation and state trying to fuck that all up to hell. Being trans and being able to outwardly identify as such has been amazing, and has enriched my life. It's been wonderful. (The politics, not so much, but the work needs to be done, and I do my best.)

Sometimes I feel we do a disservice to trans people by framing their journey as some esoteric battle to escape their gender assigned at birth, rather than a very profound story of self-love and self-actualization. Many people feel they can’t relate to the desire to “become another gender” and thus don’t really “get” transgenderism.. but almost everyone can relate to the thrill and fulfillment of letting yourself be true.

[eetherealgoddesss]

ꨄOur Perfect Alphaꨄ

Oneshot - Dark Content - Yandere - Omegaverse

❦ They were the only ones who could see through your tough act.❦

Omega Males x Alpha Female Reader

❣︎All sub-genders can be any gender. Male omegas do not have vaginas and cannot get pregnant. Not the best I’ve written but I hope you enjoy it anyway.❣︎

Not fully proofread

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Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable.

✩Characters are 18+ as always.

✩Everything/everyone are mine

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Our Perfect Alpha

You are tired.

Exhausted even…

You have always been someone to take care of everything that came your way. No matter the extremities or the harsh situations you have been forced to live through, you have handled every single thing that has happened in your life. It wasn’t easy growing up as the people pleaser. It wasn’t easy growing up with a heart of gold and yet the mineral rusting as you were faced with the reality that you have been unloved from the start.

It wasn’t easy, growing up in a home where you were born from a family line of traumatized and unhealed individuals who had know idea how to truly love you. All your life you have craved love, attention, recognition. You felt that you loved too hard and seemed to be surrounded by the world of humans who lack empathy. You took on the burden of everyone and their pain.

The betrayals, arguments, and pity sessions had you on your knees at times, spiraling and rocking against the wall as you contemplated ending your life. As an alpha, especially growing up with other alpha females, you were always told to suck it up and be independent. Never rely on anyone else and stop wearing your heart on your sleeve. It’s seen as weak to show vulnerability.

You’ve always been more emotional than those around you and it caused a lot of misunderstandings and miscommunications. You could never feel truly connected with your own sub-gender because your wants and societal needs did not intertwine. Sometimes you wish you could be more feminine. You wished you would've been born an omega instead. You also wished that you liked being an alpha or resonated in the same way other alphas do with themselves.

You were too embarrassed to admit that you truly wanted to be taken care of, spoiled even. You wanted someone to save you, as pathetic as it is. Regardless of how you feel, you never showed it. After you matured you repressed your true feelings and took on the role as an alpha female. As much as you felt disconnected, it still worked better than the femininity gurus you found on social media that were only meant for omega women.

You are deep within your teachings and are used to acting in your masculine energy. It’s easier that way, regardless of the disconnection. It’s too late for you to change. The sub-gender you were born with proves that your calling is to be an alpha, so you had no choice but to accept it. That didn’t mean you didn’t struggle in relationships.

You were too masculine for the alpha males and the omega males had you feeling way to masculine. Betas were too emotionally detached. Nobody ever doted on you. You craved to be a bimbo or even just a feminine woman and experience the otherside. Regardless of who you were with, nobody seemed to care enough. Nobody loved hard enough. Nobody saw you as someone to protect. Not even your family.

You gave up. You didn’t deserve it. Who’d want someone like you anyway? You’re already too damaged. You’ve been through too much. You’re too strong. You’re not even strong enough. Your self-pitying thoughts were interrupted by a shadow casting over you.

You freeze in your seat on the ground with your back against the tree, eyes making contact with lustrous sky blue irises. You immediately know that you are in the presence of an omega by the floral aroma of lavender with a fusion of vanilla that would’ve had another alpha who lacked self control on their knees within a second. The soft features of the porcelain skin blended well with the sharp lining of the jaw. His pink bangs fall messily over his face while the rest of his locks fall gracefully past his shoulders.

He stands in front of you, shoes planted on the grass of the empty park. The red hue on his cheeks seem to complete his physical attributes, fitting him perfectly. His glossy eyes gaze at you with an unreadable expression. Your head turns to the figure standing next to the stranger. The savor of citrus and jasmine reaches your nose less subtly than the other omega’s scent. His skin is slightly tanner and remains as clear as the pink haired man. Half of his blonde hair is pulled back, the rest of the healthy strands falling just above his shoulder. What gets you is the intensity of his dark eyes, almost as if there are no pupils present. He also wears an unreadable expression before his lips form into a smile.

“Hey there.” Your hand tightens around your phone, his voice deeper than expected for an omega, even as a male. Your stomach drops as you look at your surroundings. It can be quite a dangerous circumstance to find yourself in the presence of two clearly mated omegas.

Whether alpha, omega, or beta, those who are mated become much more territorial. Murder is even excused at the cost of your mate. There doesn’t even have to be proof, if they feel like you’re a threat to their relationship you can be legally mauled. Mating is a sacred expression where the bite(s) ties you together as each individuals’ life source. You are bound to each other forever.

“Hey.” You reply, your arms lying between the knees to your chest and your stomach. You watch as they glance at each other before gazing back at you.

“You’re our new alpha.” Your eyebrows raise along with your eyelids. You were definitely not down to have a relationship. It doesn’t matter how beautiful they are nor how good they smell. You barely know them, but little did you know, they definitely know everything about you.

They know you down to your most secretive insecurities. They’ve watched you for quite a while now. You caught their eye far too long ago. Somehow you hadn’t ever noticed them, but they lingered. They were always quiet in the background.

Quiet through the loud arguments between you and your family members. Quiet throughout the arguments between you and the partners who disappeared without a trace, unknown to you. Quiet throughout the moments you were lying in the fetal position on your bed, tears falling while the curtains were slightly open.

They were oh so very fucking quiet and even patient throughout your sexual endeavors. All because when they first laid eyes on you, a couple of years ago when you had saved the roofied the pink haired omega from sluggishly being pulled along by a creepy alpha pervert who you exposed and found a way to use the omega’s phone to take him home to his blonde partner, that was it for you.

You were theirs from the start. Because you had rushed off so fast, they weren’t able to get any information about you. They searched social media, the local area, and even the outskirts of the city. They just couldn’t figure out where you were. Not until one fateful night where they caught you sitting in your car with a blunt in one hand and the phone in the other, seeming to have just finished your yelling session and hanging up the phone before taking a long hit of the flower. They took a picture of your tags from your car and it all started from there.

They found out every single thing about you after two years of studying you. Their fascination had no limits, blood wringing from their hands from everyone they felt they had to kill for putting their dirty fucking hands all over their mate’s body. They craved you.

Oh honey, your wants and needs, it was ridiculous how much they wanted to fulfill your aches and pain. To be the ones to take care of you, nurture you, protect their little alpha. To bite into your neck gland and finalize your tie with them for life. They can see the holographic red ribbon wrapped around your bodies now. They know that you’ve never experienced real and raw passion from your pathetic relationships and they will gladly take the honor of giving you a life you never thought you deserved. You didn’t have a choice anymore. They’re done waiting.

“I’m sorry but I’m not anyone’s alpha.” You eyed them with confusion as the blonde man crouched down beside you and wrapped his fingers around your hand.

“Listen, sweetheart. Name’s Archer.” He brings the back of your hand to his nose before scenting you, causing your body to tense. “I’m not a very patient guy so let’s get this outta the way. You’re our new mate.”

While you were distracted, you failed to notice the pink haired male position himself on his knees and crawl towards you, ignoring your peripheral vision of his figure as you focused on the sentence that just came out of Archer’s mouth.

“Wait a minute, I literally have a say in this. You can’t just force me to be your mate. I don’t even kn-!” You felt warm air tickle your ear when you heard the other omega speak in a sultry tone.

“We’re starving. Be a doll and tilt your head for me.” His hand slivers to your chin before snatching your face in the opposite direction, exposing your neck in the process.

“H-hold on!” The grip on your hand tightens painfully before the sharp teeth enter your gland. Your jaw hangs open in a silent scream as your free hand hangs onto the shoulder of Elias, the mischievous male moving his hand to grip the upper part of your neck as he sucks at your life source.

“No fair, Elias. I wanted her neck first.” Archer whined before crawling to the opposite side and releasing your hand. His hand cups your cheek before pushing your face up to force access to the other side of your neck.

You release a pained groan as your eyes shut tightly, a new pair of sharp fangs entering your neck as both parties suck on your energy. You peek at the holographic red ribbon surrounding all of you as it circled and tied against your bodies before disappearing, the bond binding you for life against your will. At some point both men release your neck only to continue feeding from your body as they kiss up your bruised skin, blood meeting their lips as they gain energy from you. Your body weakens against the tree as your eyes almost roll into the back of your head.

“Goddamnit, Alpha. You’re so delicious.” Archer says before his tongue glides up your bloody neck. “M’ gonna take good care of you.” He breathes out desperately between kisses.

Elias pulls back to make eye contact with you, sneering before using his hand to grip your thigh harshly, your body tensing with pain as you cringed. You could feel the disgust and rage radiating from his energy as his piercing eyes bore into you.

“I’m gonna make you regret making us wait so long. You let multiple men touch you. Fucking disgraceful.” He scolds you. Your eyes widen as you try to remove his hand, all the while pushing the blonde man back as well.

“Wh-what the hell are you talking about?” You had no clue what was even happening. You don’t even know who these omeg-… wait.

“Wait, do… do I know you?” You ask them while Archer rubs his arm against his mouth and Elias crosses his arms. Your eyebrows furrow when both men seem to pout and look away.

“Of course you don’t remember us.” Elias hissed.

“Your memory is shit. This is why we have to take care of you.” Archer rolled his eyes. “How have you survived this long without us? You’re hopeless, really.”

“Hold the fuck up! What the hell do you mean by that? Wh-!”

“I’m tired of all this talking. It’s getting late and we should really get you to bed, Alpha.” Elias said as he picked himself up from the ground. Archer follows and looks down at your sitting figure.

Your hands meet the bites on your neck that ache to touch. You eye them, still in disbelief of your current situation. You didn’t really know how to feel. Violated? Confused? There were a lot of emotions running through you at once and you couldn’t really pinpoint one specific feeling.

“She’s not getting up.” Elias states to his omega partner.

“Huh.” Archer responds before placing his hands on his hips. A smile grows on his face, to your dismay.

“Well, if you won’t come willingly, we’ll just take you.”

Before you can respond, a harsh impact causes darkness to engulf your vision.

[moowithmidnight]

I love Peggy Carter so much, I just really do. It sounds so moronic, but to be so bold and powerful and self-assured that you’re hated by your oppressors and loved by everyone good is the dream.

She stands up to misogyny but she also doesn’t. She holds her ground and stands her own and wants to fight but gets flustered and upset and frustrated and angry when she’s treated that way, because misogyny is all of those things. She lets some things slide and digs her fingernails into her skin and picks and chooses her battles wisely. She falls for every person, man or woman, who treats her with even an ounce of respect— not because she doesn’t have any for herself, but because she finally feels seen.

She’s emotional and irrational and makes reckless decisions, but she’s calculating and clever and born to lead. She’s peak character hypocrisy—because characters need to be hypocrites, all humans are hypocrites— and it’s delicious. I know “strong woman who’s also feminine” is a common trope that usually gets eye rolls, but Peggy’s emotions are very rarely (if ever) treated as a problem. She’s powerful AND emotional/because of her emotions, vs. powerful in spite of her emotions. Her and Steve are extremely similar in that way— they both have extremely strong morals; it makes sense that Peggy’s words (via Sharon) are what reinforce to Steve that he’s making the right decision in civil war.

She’s the character ever!!

[fiddlededeejester]

i was meant to be a fruity ass man but due to the transgender i'm seen as just some weird girl smh

[thatgentlewife]

Get to know me 🌸

Hi there! Here’s my get to know me,

I’m 20 years old, and happily married as of November 2024. I love Jesus, (and he loves you too!) I have very traditional values that reflect themselves in my mental, physical, spiritual, and sexual life. I’m holistic-ish. I used to be a feminist, not anymore. I try to live life cleanly, but as affordable as possible. I serve God before anything. Secondly, I serve my husband above all other people.

THIS BLOG IS ANTI-ABORTION I believe abortion is murder because life begins at conception. From the moment of fertilization, a baby has its own DNA, completely unique and separate from the mother’s. That’s a human life, and taking it is no different than taking the life of someone outside the womb. To me, the unborn child is not just “a clump of cells” or a part of the mother’s body—it’s a separate, living person with the same right to life as anyone else.

I also believe this because of my faith in God. The Bible says that we’re all made in the image of God, and in Psalm 139, it talks about how God knits us together in the womb, knowing us before we’re even born. Life is sacred to Him, and abortion is going against His design and plan. It’s heartbreaking to think of a life, one that God has already given purpose and value to, being taken away before it even gets a chance.

That’s why I’m anti-abortion. I understand that many women who choose abortion are scared or feel hopeless. I don’t think condemning them is the answer—I want to see people stepping in with support, resources, and love to help them through those hard times. Adoption, crisis pregnancy centers, and community support are such powerful ways to give these women and their babies a future.

At the end of the day, I believe every single human life is valuable, no matter how small or how inconvenient it might seem to the world. Standing up for the unborn is standing up for those who can’t speak for themselves, and it’s about honoring the sanctity of life, as God intended.

THIS BLOG IS ANTI-PORN I believe pornography is destructive to individuals, relationships, and society as a whole. It promotes unrealistic expectations of intimacy, which damages trust and erodes the foundation of healthy relationships. Porn also encourages people to objectify and devalue others, making it harder to see each person as someone with inherent dignity. Beyond that, it’s addictive, harming mental health, fostering shame, and isolating people. It promotes a culture that celebrates consequence-free, casual sex, which weakens values like self-control, chastity, and commitment—values that are central to strong families and communities. I’m especially concerned about how easily kids are exposed to porn, warping their understanding of sex and relationships at a young age. Spiritually, it tempts people away from a life aligned with God’s will and replaces real love with emptiness.

THIS BLOG DOES NOT SUPPORT DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE Domestic discipline, often involving corporal punishment of a spouse, is considered unbiblical by many because it contradicts the core Christian principles of love, respect, and mutual submission in marriage. The Bible emphasizes forgiveness and reconciliation rather than punishment, suggesting that such practices are abusive and not reflective of Christ's teachings.

FYI, I personally don’t believe men can be women or that women can be men. I do not agree with the LGBTQ lifestyle, you will not find me in support of that in this blog. I have nothing against people who choose to live this way. You are a valuable human being just like the rest of us. I just believe marriage is between a biological man and biological a woman created by God. If you don’t agree with this, this probably isn’t the blog for you.

However! The traditional lifestyle is something that should be accessible for all sexes and races. I don’t think it should be just limited to one sex or race.

My hobbies and interest include:

• Cooking (I wanted to be a chef but I am too soft for the food industry)

• Taking care of children (I work in childcare)

• Reading (My favorite book is the Phantom Tolbooth!)

• Writing poetry and songs

• Drawing (I’m not good I just love to do it)

• I love to make soap, lotion, and tinctures

• Educating myself on non toxic living

• Being a good and submissive wife

My goal on this blog is to post about how my young traditional marriage is going. What is working, what isn’t, what might work for you. Etc etc. Feel free to stay along for the ride!

With love,

thatgentlewife

[dolliexii]

[feminineenergylife]

[secret-angels]

[hantii]

Fuckk dude

I love trans guys who become large, muscular, bearded men

I love trans guys who wear knitted cardigans and have stubble on their chins and callous on their fingers

I love trans guys who wear short shorts and accentuate their tiny waists

I love trans guys who look more manly than most cis men

I love trans guys who look more feminine than most women

I love trans guys who conform and don’t conform to masculinity, who are their own men, who define their manhood by who they are, not what people tell them that they are. I love trans guys who embrace masculinity and thrive with dramatic physical transformations. I love trans guys who love the femininity of their bodies.

Trans guys don’t conform to neat little categories and a gender framework made up by western culture. Trans guys are diverse and beautiful and wonderful and all of them should be celebrated as the men that they are.

[wishingunwell]

the inherent feeling of imposter syndrome in trans spaces :::((( the feeling of being a girl in a boys body in a girls body whos secretly a boy and also a girl ::::((( the feeling of wanting male body but female spirit :::::(( wanting to be called pretty and cute and femme but not in a cis way ::::(((( not conforming to transmasc or transfem or trans at all but still being trans :(

[youliveinmydream]

[ciggarettedaydream]

goals

[uranium]

this show is kind of making me have a bit of a gender crisis. if i may be real

[valledeliria]

❦︎𓄼

[dietcokeadicction]

Im soooooooo like bored pls send asks/dm me

[artanogon]

thinking more about being trans