#not swag

[jupiterrr33]

uh rant/ vent whatever? tw: hyper$exuality

i dESPISE being hyper$exual because while yes there is a certain aspect of teenage hormones most teenagers did not discover KINK CONTENT at a young age, therefore making them crave and desire that kind of stuff I feel disgusting having such perverted thoughts and fantasies and I feel like there's no one to talk or relate to because it's always adults on here talking about things I also think about and I hate feeling like I need to sexualize myself to be wanted because I crave being wanted SO BADLY, while also sucking up said validation and getting ashamed enjoyment out of it. so I just read a bunch of smut which probably doesn't help lol hashtag not cool!

[thebenflorian]

My dad removed me from the will because I suggested we give people therapy instead of throwing them in jail

[misfit-fox-stuff]

Ngl being ashamed of/embarrassed about my fictionkintype is not fun 😔

-1000/10 do not recommend

Like if someone asked, I could talk about my OCkintypes because I created them and nobody knows them that deeply, but fictionkintypes from media, most people will make their own opinion on a character outside of what I say and ahhhh

[the-silliest-gay-person]

GENUINELY DUDE I DID NOT INTERACT WITH THIS HELP

[trashyswagmaster111]

what is the context of this, and whos arm is that?? (flamingo thumbnail)

[out-of-context-tags]

[teethmeats]

Erm. Uhhhmmm (*´_ゝ｀) hi

[elsn]

Someone came in at work today, sat down and watched porn, refused to leave, had to call the police #rage quitting

[bigtiddysamsungtv]

everytime i clear my tumblr notifications it feels like i get kicked in the chest

[clown-college-honor-roll]

welp, this is my Vocal Stim of the Week.

(not swag)

like you guys have no idea. i need to thank her for her service

[powerlineambience]

Actually spending time to really learn how to draw people ough 😔

[lizardho]

When I came out, I was SO scared I was gonna get disowned. I wrote a letter to my parents, sent it to their emails, put a physical copy on the counter, and left the house for a few hours to give them time. In that time I tried coffee for the first time, which was a dreadful idea, and got all jittery. I kept waiting for a text or something but nothing happened.

After a few hours, I didn’t hear back from them so I went home. My parents were home and had stacked a bunch of groceries on top of the letter without opening it. They said “hi” and I said “hi” and went down stairs to the basement. I held my dog and panicked about what to do. My sister, who knew that I had written them a letter of great importance, told me they hadn’t read it yet. She also told me she could ask them to do so. I consented to this and stayed in the basement. A few minutes later my dad knocked on the door and poked his soft smooth little nerd head in and said “hey buddy” and I started crying so hard I almost vomited. He came over and gave me a BIG hug and said that it was gonna be OK, he was OK with this, he knew it must have been hard but he was here for me. He told me he and my mom had already talked years before they had me about how if they had to pick between their faith and their child they’d pick their child. It was a very sweet moment. I came out to my mom later that evening and we were both bawling the whole time.

The day after I came out to my parents, I came out to my brother @inbabylontheywept at a Mexican restaurant and he took it like a champ. That evening my mom took me for a walk and looked almost angry - she said she wanted to make sure that I didn’t use being a woman as an excuse to not go to grad school. I told her I wouldn’t and she instantly looked relieved and happier.

My dad, on the other hand, seemed to struggle with it. He kept asking me if I had a boyfriend, and I told him I did not. He kept asking me if I wanted to go clothes shopping with him and I did not. He kept asking me if I would let him go to some of my shows, and I had NO idea what he was talking about.

Finally, 6 months after coming out, of awkward misgendering and questions that didn’t make sense from my dad, he excitedly pokes his soft smooth little nerd head into my bedroom again and says “I found a movie about Your People.” My people. I was absolutely bewildered, but he was so excited and I knew he had been trying SO hard so I watched it with him. It was The Birdcage, and it was amazing. It also was revelatory in that I finally realized why my initially-supportive father seemed to be having such a hard time with my pronouns and stuff - he didn’t know what the difference between trans and doing drag was. After the movie he again asked if I would invite him to one of my shows, and I said, “Hey dad, you know how about half the world is women?” And he said “yeah,” and I said “Well, see, I’m on that half now. I’m not doing drag.” And it was like a switch flipped in his brain. He was like “omg that’s so easy? I was so confused about what to call you when?”

Anyway, my parents are charming and my family has been so kind and patient with me, I like sharing the stories of my little wins with them.

[kaitcake1289]

in paris you gotta sleep with one eye open

[girl-resurrected]

me when it took about 3 months of being constantly not well and going to multiple hospitals and doctors (all men) to finally get diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and not constipation because i’m a fat girl

i have their names written down in case desth notes ever become real don’t tell anyone

onion not even doing satire at this point

[atanerrum]

exercise in environment with da wolfwood