#or wants to - pass as cis. not every trans man is going to have top surgery and hrt and no curves

[localvoidcat]

prev tags are very important to me

can i just say. i love how almost all of your she/her ocs are amab and have facial hair. like hell yeah!!!! appearance =/= gender!!! this is a compliment

thank you! its really important to me to draw more ocs that are visibly trans, being a trans man that doesn't pass as masc at all and won't for a while lol. drawing characters that aren't visibly transitioned, or characters that don't want to visibly transition, is a very big thing for me, so i'm glad that you like it :-]

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ ORANGE THEORY: TRIO MONSTER

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "It seems that if your lover peel an orange for you without you asking him first, then that means they really love you, since they can do things for you without you even asking they for that."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : Male! Reader (can be trans or cis), MLM, homo relationship, man x man relationship, Sanji and Zoro bickering in their scenarios, it's mentioned that the reader likes orange and likes food in general, gay being used in a way to make the other embarrassed (not using for you), term men-kisser, Sanji is a little pervert about your male body (nothing too weird), a lot of terms and nicknames for male people

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1,6 in all, 300 for Luffy, 772 for Sanji and 576 for Zoro

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : So lol I wanted to do this one because I saw a lot of those one week, then I though was fair for boys having that too. I planned to post this some week ago, but I passed through a lot of things so I got a little unmotivated, but now since I have 700 followers from the night to the day I think I have to give everyone more content, so hm here it is, for all those people... Jesus this is scary, I'm still gonna make an official post for celebrating the followers, but I'm planning a thing for that so maybe it will take a while, but it's coming and with some present for you guys. Enjoy!

➤ Luffy

Naive of you to think that you would need to go to Luffy, the moment you appear on the deck with an orange for your snack, your boyfriend is already on top of you with his arms wrapped around your waist and drooling all over the fruit.

“Hey (y/n), did you get it for me?” He would ask laughing as you huffed at his insatiable hunger.

“No, for me, why would I get it for you?” You said feigning anger with a pout on your lips.

“Because…” Luffy made a hurt face, with big puppy dog eyes and a truly hurt pout. “Because you are my boyfriend and your duty is to feed me!” He said irritated and rocking you in his arms.

You just laughed, Luffy almost never called you his boyfriend, only at appropriate times for him, like now. The boy might have an airhead, but he knew that using titles like that would make you melt and fulfill his every desire.

“That goes for you too” you snorted, offering him the orange “You’re also my boyfriend so you should feed me too” you said laughing at his logic, but still finding it cute.

Luffy just let you go and took the orange in his hands, you were distracted to answer something to Usopp and took your eyes off the boy. Soon you felt him poking you and when you turned around you found Luffy offering you half of the peeled orange.

"Here! Now we’re even, you fed me and I fed you!” He said laughing as he stuffed half of the orange into his mouth and ran off to do something else.

Simply leaving you there with half an orange in your hand, red cheeks and a racing heart. Besides, of course, the obvious certainty that you loved Luffy.

➤ Sanji

It's impossible for Sanji to leave you hungry, he has a biological clock that works solely to always give you treats and small snacks between important meals. It's easier for you to get tired from eating so much than to actually get hungry around this man, especially when you're his boyfriend, and therefore his number one priority.

You had just helped Nami and received one of her precious oranges as a reward, so you decided it was a good snack until lunch time that was approaching. You entered the kitchen and sat at the counter, placing your orange there so you could eat.

“Do you need anything my beloved (y/n)-kun?” Sanji asked, looking at you over his shoulder as he continued preparing for lunch.

“No, I just wanted to stay here with you for a while” you answered him with a smile, Sanji didn't usually let you help him with most of the main meals, he said that the pressure of having to finish the meal on time for everyone was bad for your skin. He would prefer that you could cook calmly and calmly, making meals without a delivery date. That's why you usually only watched him cook the main meals, already knowing that he would refuse your help.

“You are so lovely Mon ange, I am so lucky to have you” he said, sighing dramatically with heart eyes as he turned to you with a lovestruck face, he quickly noticed your orange with curious eyes. "An orange?"

“Huh? Oh yes, I was helping Nami and she gave me one” you explained to him, knowing that he would be curious that you had a snack that he didn't give you.

Before any other movement was made, you heard Nami calling you on the main deck urgently. You huffed angrily and got up, telling Sanji that you would be right back while he opened the kitchen door to resolve whatever situation they needed from you.

When you came back a few minutes later, sitting at the counter again, you noticed that your orange was gone. You looked around looking for the fruit, it wasn't anywhere else on the counter, nor on the table, nor had it fallen on the floor or anywhere nearby.

“Sanji? Have you seen my orange?” You asked, not remembering taking the fruit with you.

“Just a moment my dear” Sanji said, still fiddling with something with his back to you. Confused, you followed his order and waited in silence.

Then your blonde boyfriend turned around and handed you a plate with your orange, but very different from the orange you had initially left. Now it was completely cut and all the pieces separated, that white part that you always complained about was gone and the slices were positioned to form a heart, in addition to, of course, a toothpick stuck into them with a heart design on top.

“You already work so much with those idiots, you shouldn't tire your beautiful male hands…” Sanji said and quickly fell silent, you felt like he was going to say a perverted sentence but he held himself back to keep the moment cute.

“Ah, Sanji, this is so cute” you said, observing the dish that was so well crafted, you hadn't even asked him and yet he did everything as if it were his duty. “Thank you for that love,” you said smiling at him.

Sanji stared at you in silence for a few minutes with flushed cheeks and a shy smile... and then he lost control.

“Ah, my dear (y/n)-kun! Please don't waste your compliments on me! Oh, you are such a kind man! A true gentleman! I could do anything you want my beloved prince! I will serve you all the days of my life and protect your beautiful strong manly body! Oh you are so sexy my dear (y/n)-kun! You are the most handsome man on the entire planet, I am so lucky to be your boyfriend! Please marry me and be my husband!”

You didn't even need to react as Zoro entered the kitchen yawning. “Can you stop being gay, cook? There are people wanting to have lunch”

“Who are you calling gay you little shit?!” Sanji shouted angrily.

“You, man-kisser,” Zoro shot back angrily.

“Listen here, the only man I kiss is my beloved (y/n)-kun and I would rather die than kiss anyone other than him!”

“Still a man-kisser” You decided to ignore them fighting while you ate your oranges… Sanji might be a bit exaggerated but you knew he loved you and you loved him even more.

➤ Zoro

You plopped down next to your boyfriend, sitting next to him against the ship. He complained with a huff about you disturbing him in his nap, since you were practically lying on top of him. So he decided to open his eyes to see what you were doing.

There you were smiling as you held an orange in your lap, you looked beaming as you shouted something to Luffy and Chopper in the distance on the other side of the ship.

"What is that?" Zoro asked about his fruit.

“Hmm? Snack” you said smiling childishly “Sanji gave it to me when I said I was hungry, cool right?” You said excitedly, when it came to eating you were always happy.

But the mention of the cook made Zoro lose all the excitement he gained seeing his cuteness, what was that stupid cook thinking? Sure, Sanji practically hated men and would never be with one, but you were still Zoro's boyfriend! Sanji couldn't just be nice to you like that! That was only the swordsman's right!

You seemed to ignore your boyfriend's instant bad mood, you didn't usually care about Zoro's jealousy, always saying that he exaggerated too much sometimes. Not that it was a lie, but that didn't stop him from feeling jealous. He snorted thinking about millions of things, did you like the cook more because of his kindness?

While you were distracted screaming and talking to your captain about something stupid, Zoro stole the orange from your lap and started peeling the fruit as best he could, after all his anger told him to throw that fruit into the ocean or else throw it at the head of that idiot blonde.

When you stopped talking and went to get your fruit you noticed it was missing, you immediately became desperate for having lost your snack. “Zoro, have you seen my orange?!” You asked looking at your boyfriend, had Luffy caught her while you were distracted?

When you looked over at Zoro, you found him offering you a piece of orange, which was now peeled in his lap and he was separating the slices.

“Huh? Why is this out of nowhere?” You asked curiously, of course Zoro also had his moments of kindness, but you thought there was something behind this action today.

"Do you want it or not? I thought you liked gentle men” he said irritably as his face turned red and a frown formed on his face.

“Huh?” You had to think for a few seconds, but soon you connected all the dots. “Oh! Were you jealous of Sanji? Oh, aren’t you a cute boyfriend?”

"Shut up idiot!" Zoro shouted as he angrily shoved the piece of orange into your mouth, forcing you to chew and swallow the fruit.

You continued laughing as Zoro cursed you and tried to make you swallow all the orange he peeled for you. Whether he was trying to feed you or kill you, you didn't know.

“Sanji! Zoro is trying to kill (y/n) by choking on an orange!” Luffy shouted, amused by the scene.

“Zoro, stop wasting my orange!” Nami shouted angrily at him.

In the end Zoro decided that he would be the one to bring you snacks, every time you went too long without eating he would show up with something stolen from the kitchen. He had to make sure he marked his territory and let you know he could be gentle too.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Trans Pride (Doctor Who One Shot)

Tenth Doctor x Masc!Reader (FTM specific) / requests are open

Summary: You can't believe the Doctor didn't know you were trans.

CW: not really any cws but reader has had top surgery and the Doctor is an oblivious idiot (and we love him anyway)

Doctor Who Tag List: @nyxiethesimp @quickslvxrr @midnight--raine @blueberry-sunshines (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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It’s not something you’d ever had to bring up with the Doctor. You just were who you were. You had to admit even to yourself that you passed well on the average day-to-day. You had your less confident days, of course, but deep down you knew even on those days that unless someone was really, really looking- or already knew, most people wouldn’t be able to tell that you were assigned female at birth. Which was how you liked it, anyway. Given you weren’t female. 

As far as you knew the Doctor was aware, but it wasn’t something you needed to clarify either. It wasn’t something you went around announcing just like a cis-gendered person didn’t wander around announcing their gender either. 

And so when you’d needed to change your shirt after your shower, but realised you’d left it hanging over the bannister in the console room, you hadn’t thought a single thing of it.

With a sigh, you haphazardly dried off and wrapped the towel around yourself. Opening the bathroom door, you peeked both ways down the hallway to check for the Doctor before making your way in a little bit of a rush to find your missing tee. 

You entered the console area and clicked your tongue when you saw the offending article sitting over the handrail just where you thought it would be. How you managed to leave it out in the open when you went to shower was beyond you. 

“There you are,” you hear a very familiar voice. The Doctor’s face pops up from around the centre console, glasses pushed back against his face and expression screwed up as he attempts to get his eyes to focus on you from that far away. His frames were mostly for close-distance viewing. 

You shuffled closer and whipped the tee off the railing. 

“Here I am,” you replied, placing a hand on the knot of the towel. The Doctor pushes his glasses onto his hair like sunglasses and blinks to clear his vision. 

“Wondered where you’d got off too. Left your shirt.” 

You wave the shirt softly in your hand. 

“Thanks, Doc.” 

The Doctor’s brows draw down for a half second before straightening out again, and you look down at yourself, wondering just what it is he’s looking at- oh. Oh, it’s your top scars. You look up at him and cock your head to the side in confusion. 

“Uh, did- sorry, I need to ask you a question,” you say, not wanting to make assumptions.

You all but hop up the stairs so you can stand in front of him. The Doctor stops what he’s doing on the monitor immediately to give you his full attention. 

“Shoot-” he says before cutting himself off. “Well, ask away.” 

“Did you not know I was trans?” Your lips trip up into a grin by the end, and you can feel a laugh bubbling up in your throat. “Like, did you- did you not know?” 

The Doctor’s mouth opens and closes for a second, and you marvel at the fact that he is speechless right now. The Doctor, the man who always knows exactly what to say- speechless! This was absolutely priceless. 

“I may not have known, no,” he says after another couple of seconds scrabbling for words. “I mean, you pass exceedingly well. I had no idea. None! Brilliant, isn’t that brilliant?!” 

You puff out a laugh and nod, shoving at his shoulder playfully. 

“I’d say so, yeah,” you agreed, letting the Doctor’s infectious grin pass over to you as well. 

The Doctor put his hands on his hips, shaking his head with that unshakable grin.

“Blimey,” the Doctor breathed back. “Think I need a minute to soak that all in. Had no idea, me. Well, handsome- where would you like to go now?” The Doctor blinked and looked down at your towel. “You know, once you’re dressed and everything.” 

You hummed thoughtfully. 

“What’s Pride like in the twenty-eight-hundreds?” 

The Doctor lets out an excited and elongated ‘ohhhhhhh’ as he starts fiddling with the controls. 

“You’re gonna love it. It’s brilliant!” 

You don’t think there’s any doubt about that.

[dykeulous]

one thing in particular that i dislike about non-trans people is the assumption that i, as a transmasc, want to assimilate into normative society & 100% “pass” as a cis man & go through my day-to-day life living as male. i am in general very anti-assimilationist, but my personal reasoning for this goes beyond my general views of assimilation being anti-liberationist at the core. i’m not saying that if i could choose, i would choose this path. i’m not saying i take joy in having to struggle with dysphoria, nor am i saying that transness is “Customize your Character! Build a Personality! Be Funky!” type of thing, nor am i doing whatever spiritual punk social justice thingy the current trans movement is on about. i am simply saying that, despite the fact that i would choose to be born male if i could, i simply have no interest in passing as a normative cishet dude in society. i do not want to be perceived as that, and i have no desire to go through my life living like that. i take pride in being gnc, i take pride in my bond with women & lesbians, i take pride in butch communities. i love forming connections with women & lesbians, without feeling isolated & othered. despite my inner desire to pass as male, i simply would not trade the bond & sisterhood i share with women & lesbians in my life for anything.

i do not shame & blame my fellow transmascs who do want to pass, who want to assimilate & who take measures to do so. not only can it be safer at times & detrimental to the trans person’s mental health & social acceptance, but i also respect the self-determination of each & every trans person & their personal free will. however, i value my connection with butchness & lesbianism, and when i enter female spaces– i do not want to be viewed as a potential threat. i want women to see me, and think, “this person is one of us. this person has gone through what we go through & this person shares our suffering & hardships”. i want to lead the lifestyle of a visibly ftm butch lesbian, and although i am aware of how unsafe & dangerous that can be, and am in no way telling other transmascs they need to follow this path; i need more non-trans people to see my pov, and the pov of many other transmascs– transmedicalism has been proposed as the only “correct” idea of transness for long enough, and we need to put an end to that; someone’s dysphoria isn’t any less real for refusing to assimilate. transmascs have been deeply immersed in butch history, and my desire to pass will never top my love & desire for women.

[ellilyre]

Ive lose the ask asking for my transmasc!Leo headcanon TT but i have them written down so imma post em like that

Leo transmasc headcanon

(many things are based on my own experience. Especially the dysphoria related things (so when i talk about Leo not being a real boy it is what he thinks bc of dysphoria. It’s not true.))

(warning angst angst (but thats Leo so that was expected)

it was so obvious even when he was small. He always wanted to play with boys, wear boys clothes, ect… His mom was fine with it. She bought him boys toys and clothes and even sometimes called him hijo. She was a bit confused, but she knew it made her child happy and it's all that mattered. 

However, it didn’t go that well with his foster homes. However much he tried, they always stuck to his deadname and she/her. That was a big part of the reason he kept running away. 

There really is no story behind the name Leo. He picked that one bc it sounded cool. 

Once he got a good enough passing, he did everything he could so ppl will assume he’s cis.

Don’t ask me how he gots his hands on hrt. It’s a long and weird story.

The wilderness school was very strict about not mixing girls and boys in dorms. 

Piper was his roommate, that’s how they met. 

In their memories created by Hera, Jason has kinda always known he’s trans. So Leo never bothered to hide it from Jason (as he does with others).

But Jason doesn’t have much (any) education on transidentity… At first he assumed Leo was a cis guy, and then some things were a bit confusing (why was he in fem dorms ? Why does he wear a tank top under his shirt ? Did he just ask Piper for a tampon???) but he just kinda gave up on trying to understand, bc Leo is a nice guy anyways. And with time (and exterior knowledge on the matter) he started to put the pieces together and to understand that “ooh ok that makes sense". 

Otherwise. Leo has no desire to get out of his comfortable closet. 

He has such a fragile masculinity 

Sometimes he acts a little bit macho. He’s aware he’s acting like an asshole but he’s terrified of being perceived as feminine. 

Why does he try to flirt with every girl he sees ? Another attempt to pass better (and comfort himself in his fragile masculinity) by copying stereotypical boys' things.

He overbind so much, GODS. Man will wear his binder for 11h straight (while fighting and running around) and then have the audacity to complain that his body hurts.

Piper tries very hard to remind him to take proper breaks. 

Jason is the biggest gender envy ever. He is handsome, tall, muscular… Leo really loves him but he also is so jealous and envious. 

He is very envious of other boys in general. 

When Percy got woken up in the middle of the night and left his cabin shirtless. When Frank went to take a break in the men’s restroom…

Gods, he would do anything to just be a normal boy. To be like them. To have their bodies. To not have to destroy his body to look slightly more masculine. To not have this constant fear that they’re gonna find out. 

And to add to the reasons why he felt so much like the 7th wheel : Among the 7 there are 3 girls, 3 boys… And Leo. Forever inbetween. Not a girl, but not a boy like the others either. 

Fortunately, with time he learnt to accept himself better and to feel more comfortable with others. 

Piper helped him to go easier on himself. And he had an actual proper talk with Jason.

The first person he actually came out to was probably Annabeth, bc she’s cool and wise and nice. 

And then he saw it actually was ok. She didn’t treat him any differently, she didn’t tell anyone else. She was cool with it.

He then told Frank and Hazel, with Piper’s help (mostly to explain to Hazel all those new terms). And it also went very great ! He then also told Percy and Nico. 

He’s not entirely out, just to his closest friends and his siblings at camp. And it’s enough. 

He still overbinds, but he has ppl to (discreetly) remind him to take care of himself. He’s still very dysphoric but his loved ones know how to remind him that he is their brother, an amazing boy.

[kcyars99]

This is Imane Khelif. She is a boxer from Algeria. 🇩🇿

You're probably going to be hearing a lot about her from your bigoted uncle this weekend, especially now that everyone's least-favorite bigoted aunt, J.K. Rowling, has offered her incredibly worthless opinion on today's fight between two cis (aka BiOLoGiCaL for y'all that need that) women.

Things worth noting: 🇮🇹 The boxer who quit today's fight--Angela Carini of Italy--said her quitting wasn't political and that she was not passing judgment on Khelif's eligibility. She said the shot to her nose did something different to her than most hits she's ever taken.

🇹🇼 Last year, Imane (along with Taiwan's Lin Yu-ting) faced a ruling by the International Boxing Association that they--despite being cis or 'BioLoGiCaL🥴' women--had "advantages" of a genetic nature, leading to a decision not to let them fight.

🇺🇸 U.S. swimmer Michael Phelps, celebrated as the greatest swimmer of all time, has a genetic condition where his body produces half of the lactic acid of a normal cis man. For this biological quirk (along with his hyper-mobility) he is lauded.

🇩🇿 Algerian sports officials and other Algerian athletes have spoken in Imane's defense, including national team soccer player ​​Ismaël Bennacer who said Khelif is "suffering a wave of unjustified hatred."

🥇 The Olympics do not recognize IBA or its rulings and carried out their own set of testing standards which every athlete you see competing had to pass.

🇯🇵 Imane also fought at the Tokyo Olympics in 2021, where she was beaten in the quarterfinals by Irish boxer Kellie Harrington--another 'BioLoGiCaL🥴' woman.

🥊 For the weirdos who obsess over genitals, this person was born with a vagina. Meaning that by y'all's weird rules where you want to check in kids' pants before they compete, Imane would be deemed "girl athlete."

🏊 Meanwhile, Katie Ledecky today became the most decorated women's swimmer ever by pulling in a silver medal, after yesterday continuing her long streak of dominating everyone in the world in the 1500, where she holds the top TWENTY best times. Ever. And people on the internet spent the day calling her a man.

🧨 This should be a nonissue, but JOANNE and Elon and your bigoted uncle are latching onto it because they want to continue to push the deadly narrative against trans folks via any possible means. Even in a case where the person they're demonizing isn't trans in the first damn place. If she as a cis woman has more testosterone than other cis women athletes, well, that's not all that uncommon. Y'all wanna tell women with PCOS that they're not really women?

🩺 I don't know how many times I've shared that Open Ocean Exploration thread, by a literal biologist, explaining how common it is that people have sex variations that they don't even know about. I'll share it again since it's just about the most concise look at X/Y diversity I've ever seen. It's really wild to watch folks who copied off of my in high school biology act like they know more than actual scientists and doctors every single time I post it. --Find that post here:

#ParisOlympics2024

#OlympiansMadeHere

#olympicsboxing

(This originally called Joanne a bigoted uncle while still using her correct pronouns which I think conveys that she's basically the living embodiment of everyone's metaphorical racist uncle, gender be damned, but a few people felt it was misgendering her which was very much not the point so I changed it just to stop infighting since there's already plenty enough fighting with actual bigots to be doing.)

[unb1nding-t-b0y]

Yes I use the term transandrophobia. The fear of trans men is the direct translation but it's more nuanced in application much like transphobia and homophobia. However I think it's perfectly fitting.

When dealing with my cis family I've been told they'd be supportive because they respect trans women and weren't transphobic to my little brother's trans girlfriend. However when I correct them on my gender/ name/ pronouns the response? Anger, fear, and annoyance. Once I was even laughed at when I referred to myself as my little sisters big brother.

The fact is many cis men view my existence as an annoyance (woman made herself less fuckable and is ruining that body I want to fuck) or fear (this woman is trying to become a man and invade manhood this is an insult and a threat to me personally).

Among cis women I'm met with anger (when I talk about getting top surgery or when I was considering going on T the women in my family attacked for ruining my body out of envy (I have big tits most women in my family are flat chested))or infantilization (you're just a tomboy you need to grow out of it and embrace your femininity)

within the trans community I often experience erasure and silencing because I identify as male. In real life I deal with trans women at times saying entirely transphobic things that no cis person would ever dare to say to my face in the largely trans populated city I'm in. Transphobic cis people often go quiet or just avoid me when confronted with my transness they understand they shouldn't say transphobic shit in public. But trans fems? I've been told to my face than anyone who wants to be a man must be insane. My response? A reminder that patriarchy and manhood are not synonymous and that many trans men like me took forever to figure out they were trans because of how much they've grown to hate cis men. I didnt yell at her or assume she was being hateful on purpose, I understand the feeling of "why would anyone want to be the gender I was assigned at birth" but I also understand that ranting about that to trans women is divisive and counter productive.

Trans men have been less visible in media and because of that we deal with different treatment and honestly we need visibility right now. Reproductive rights are under attack for trans men and cis women and everyone else with a uterus. On top of that the transphobic legislation being passed harms the entire community not just trans fems. It's incredibly hurtful to be told you're a man now you should be quiet when the women are talking when my community has largely been silenced and erased. It's a type of violence to silence vulnerable communities and as a community we should never be weaponizing that against each other.

Until every trans man woman and nonbinary person is safe no one should be silent. Don't talk over each other, don't silence people whose experiences are different from your own, instead listen, educate, and organize and most importantly unite. When it comes to talking about transphobia we all belong at the table. When it comes to transandrophobia let trans mascs have the mic. When it comes to transmisogyny listen to what transfems have to say and let them have their floor. It's really that simple.

[catboymettaton]

L gender thoughts

ive talked about this before but I cannot recall if it was on discord or on tumblr so here you go. basically I think L would look generally the same regardless of gender, and I believe that even as a woman L would find it most convenient to allow others to assume she's a man.

let's run down the possibilities!

variations on L as a man

cis canon. no notes

trans I headcanon that if L is trans, he realized at a very young age. I believe Watari would support his transition and get him started on T very young so he would pass very well, basically indistinguishable from canon.

if he started transitioning after starting estrogen puberty L would not bind he would not be able to handle the sensations. I don't think he'd care enough to get top surgery, he'd just keep slouching in his baggy shirt and no one would notice. even if other people clocked him they wouldn't do anything about it because hey this is L, the best detective in the world, you do not want to get on his bad side. alternatively if anyone is like hey L why do you look kinda feminine he'd just be like what the hell are you talking about you're imagining things

variations on L as a woman

cis I believe any version of female L would be extremely aware of how her gender would impact how others see her. cis woman L would be willing to let others assume she is a man because that means they'll take her more seriously. she probably deepens her voice with the distorter. also she still dresses exactly the same and does not wear a bra on account of the sensory issues. I imagine her voice is on the deep end for a cis woman and that helps. when the task force finds out she's a woman, she enjoys playing into their shock. like oh yeah you thought I was a man didn't you? gotcha!

trans (disclaimer before this section that I am tme) along with misogyny, transfem L must be very aware of transmisogyny and how to navigate a world where she is at the very bottom of the gender hierarchy. she has a choice to make: live as a man and be taken more seriously, or live as a woman and be happier. I believe that even if she realized as a child, she is already very aware of this dynamic.

Watari is still supportive and willing to find estrogen for her, but he also knows that she will have an easier time being taken seriously if she operates a man. this may play into why she operates so anonymously: both for safety against her enemies, and safety against "allies" who would turn against her if they knew about her gender. she probably avoids being seen as much as possible, thus heavily relying on Watari's laptop and the voice distorter. when she meets the task force, she cuts straight to the point and does not bother to acknowledge any of their surprise that she's a woman.

she still dresses the same because L's fashion is driven not by gender but by autism. I do like the idea of her growing out her hair a little longer though and maybe she paints her nails. maybe she would wear a crop top once in a while but again I don't think she really cares that much about style compared to comfort

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I don't have much to offer about nonbinary L sorry. I think xe would still look exactly the same as every other L if that helps. nonbinary is such a wide range of genders that anything I could write would be reductive.

[hyper-jam]

Queer SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory headcanons (part 2)

Featuring lots of Mike being trans. Mainly that, in fact 🫶🫶🫶

Mike:

-I said previously that he always assumed he was straight cause he’s never been attracted to dudes, but then I remembered “oh yeah wait he’s trans that doesn’t make sense” so to explain that, I feel like he’s one of those trans guys who kinda always saw himself as a boy, even if he didn’t really have a way to put it into words, plus it’s not like he really thought about attraction and dating much, so when he was younger, he probably was one of those “girls” who didn’t fit in with other girls, had mainly guy friends (out of the few friends he had lol), and thought romance and dating seemed gross, so he wouldn’t talk about it unless other people brought it up, and he’d have to fight for his life every time he tells people that he in fact DOES NOT HAVE A CRUSH !! (No one believes him because no one ever believes that. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was one of those kids who just named some random classmate that he thought seemed vaguely interesting just to shut people up)

-I’d say he probably came out as trans at around 18, after he graduated. He probably knew he was trans earlier than that, maybe like somewhere around 15-16, but he didn’t want to deal with coming out and transitioning socially so he stayed in the closet until it was easier to kinda just…cut people out lol. He’s stealth and kinda just transitioned best he could without people questioning him, which wasn’t hard with his parents falling out of the picture and not really staying in contact with anyone from school (frankly I don’t imagine he was very popular lol) so like…yeah

-had a “looks like a lesbian with a boyband/justin Bieber type haircut” phase somewhere in his teenage years. Kinda didn’t care when people rumored about his sexuality. He didn’t date anyone so it just doesn’t really matter, but if people asked him directly he’d just say he’s straight cause again coming out as anything just seemed like a hassle

-had his first and only date (before Ness) at like 19/20 years old, and (as far as I’ve heard from the people talking abt the apparent fnaf movie novel) it’s canon that the girl didn’t wanna go on a second date because “his eyes were too intense” (autism💥💥💥) it was some random girl who asked him out, maybe a coworker or smth who thought he was cute, and he just said yes cause he didn’t really know what else to do and figured he might as well since it’s certainly generally considered embarrassing to have never gone on a date before as someone old enough to be in college (which he didn’t go to cause 1: money 2: he had to take care of Abby 💔💔💔) then after he was like “yeah I was right idk what the hype is about dating seems lame” (he’s a little dumb /j)

-he’s in his mid-late twenties, and I think his been on T for like 2-5 years, so he probably started T somewhere around 20-23. Again, realistically, no idea how he’s affording that, but…he did it 🤗🤗🤗

-the day this man discovers trans tape is the day this man finally learns a bit of peace (not as much as top surgery obviously but certainly more than regular binding)

-I reiterate once again that he binds so unhealthy. Wears his binder at home, wears it out, wears it when exercising, wears it from when he wakes up till he goes to bed, and he only takes it off at night because he literally HAS to and even then he still wears a slightly tight sports bra cause bro is NOT DEALING WITH THE BOOBAS (someone please stop him please good god how are his lungs still functioning)

-god at dressing to pass. Knows all the hacks. Even before T he passed pretty well, he just looked young. He knows all the right exercises to shape his body in certain ways, knows all the right kinds of clothes and materials to hide and accentuate the right things, dresses and acts like a man pretty easily because bro is just like that, he’s the kind of trans guy who’s basically just a cis guy with titties /hj like i said before he uses man soap (3n1 energy), he gets man haircuts at man haircut places, he wears man shoes that give him some extra height (being very stereotypical and gender-roley here but that’s legit just how he is)

-on that note, man’s height dysphoria is AWFUL !! Not to call Josh Hutcherson short (though let’s be real he is a short king and he owns that shit ((still taller than me though 💔💔💔)), but Mike is 5’5, which to some people is short even by women’s standards, so yeah he definitely wears thick shoes and shoe lift things to help him get closer to around 5’7-5’8 on a good day, and he definitely lies abt his height when he can get away with it

-the kind of guy who gets dysphoria over literally everything (“do I look like a woman when I sit like this?” “Are my eyes too feminine?” “I feel like how I’m walking is gonna out me” “the color pink cannot touch my body” “no I can’t sing that song, it’s sung by a woman” “does the way I hold this look girly?” “Why does my smile make me look like a girl” “this shirt makes my chest look big” “do I write like a man??” etc etc. all while he literally has a beard and is built like a brick /hj /lh)

-generally speaking could not and never has cared less about romance and dating and sex and all that UNTIL NESS HAPPENED AND NOW THIS MAN IS HEAD OVER HEALS IN LOVE WITH THIS SILLY LITTLE TWINK MALEWIFE FEMALEHUBBY THEMBOSS 💥💥💥

-k sorry he’s just a little fruit but like literally for one person and one person only other than that he is/would be chronically bitchless and be pretty ok with that

Ness:

-has a type (trans people 💥💥💥 t4t royalty 💥💥💥) /hj

-but low key on a real note dude doesn’t really actually have a whole lotta preferences he just likes gays and autisms /hj

-does drag both ways and eats it up hardcore

-crossdressing doesn’t exist he just is gender. What gender? Yes.

-I literally can’t think of anything serious to say abt Ness’ queerness they’re just so 💥💥💥

-just a little fruit what do you want me to say

-THE girlfriend-boyfriend

-WHAT DO I SAY ABT NESS SHES JUST SILLY 💔💔💔

-my girlboy boygirl who just loves their little guy failure soggy cat of a man WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY ?? 💥💥💥

anyways that’s it I think I mainly just wanted to talk abt Mike’s transgenderism more which like can you blame me no you can’t he’s my meow meow 💔💔💔

[bonemarrowrites]

Contents: m/m (cis/trans), dubcon, stuck, tentacles, teasing, dp.

Explicit short story. Rogue wants to steal from an Archmage, only finding something he had craved for a long time.

It’s an easy job, I told myself as I bagged my things. You get in and you get out. Where your brethren had failed, you have the skills to finish this job.

I took the scroll from my pillow into my hands and opened it to give it one last look.

There he was. The archmage who had cast me aside for not learning magic fast enough. Little did he know I would now use those same skills he had taught me to steal his most precious artifact.

I grinned at the hastily made painting. The old man had changed somewhat over the years we’d been separated. His black and white hair was now longer and his features had turned even more devilish from the years of practicing the dark arts. Some might have told me I was mad for sneaking into the household of the most powerful man in the city, but I wasn’t mad. I had filled my heart with thoughts of revenge and I would have it.

I burned the parchment in my hands and put my shirt on. Tugging it neatly under my belt. I took one glance at the mirror to make sure I looked as innocuous as I could and took off.

Finding the tower was the easiest part. After all, I had lived there for a couple of years and you really couldn’t miss it due to its size. The back gate opened easily with a simple touch of a lockpick. I hid in the dark as the guards passed me by. The backyard was a grim place. A few of my other guild mates had tried to steal the artifact before me, only to find themselves hanging from the rafters.

One of them still hung there, slowly rotting away.

I knew the same fate would fall on me if I failed my quest, yet I wasn’t scared. I had a good reason to be complacent.

The other guild members had their doubts about my skills when I joined. My stockier frame made them think I was unable even to climb and do my job.

But I showed them.

After my first successful big heist, they saw my potential and never gave me any trouble after that. Now I was getting jobs left and right and I was top of my league I knew the first floor didn’t have any magical traps nor locks to stop me. The archmage’s guards meant little to me. Most of them were drunk and paid little attention to their surroundings. A simple rock thrown at the rusting garden gate tricked them to go check what made such a loud noise.

With a wide smirk on my face, I sneaked right through the back door into the tower. Remembering my time in the tower, I lightly stepped over every creaking floorboard I knew and hid in the shadows when someone strolled by me.

The guards were not allowed to go into the second floor, stairs leading to it were covered with magical sigils to trap any unwanted guests. The large hall next to them held a secret only the archmage and his pupils knew. Behind the old grandfather clock, there was an illusion of a stone wall that hid a teleportation sigil, which would easily lead me to the floor I had my eyes on. I carefully sneaked near the clock and stepped inside the veiled hidden space.

The sigil’s magic felt tingly, had I still had breasts, my nipples would have hardened from the feeling of it. I slightly touched my chest as the teleportation spell took hold and in a blink of an eye, I was transported into another hallway, far above the ground level. The space upstairs was also hidden and I carefully peeked into the hallway before stepping out from my hiding place. With a simple spell, I tried to detect any traps in the hallway.

Immediately, one of the towering statues in the hallway glowed faintly. I made a mental note to go carefully around it. The hallway had the same long decorative carpet as in the past. Going behind any door on this level could make anyone a rich man, but I was only after one thing and it was behind the farthest stone door.

The hallway hummed almost silently in the dark. The magic was strong here and without proper training, one could faint in the face of it. The archmages' magical abilities were potent. Even without training, you could feel the magic flow through him when he was close by. I didn’t feel that flow here. I wasn’t sure where he was, but he was far enough not to detect me with his powers.

The old man was clever, but I was even cleverer. Due to his age, he was stuck to his old habits and I knew how to exploit them. Slowly, but surely I sneaked past the statue which I had given a faint glow.

I didn’t know what the pentadecagonal artifact I was looking for did. When I was still his pupil, it seemed to mean a lot to him. The buyer hadn’t given any indication either what it could be and honestly, I didn’t even care. All I wanted to do was to take it away from him. Once in a while, I redid my detection spell to see other traps.

I finally reached the quite well-detailed stone door. There was no visible lock on it. I grabbed one of my lockpicks from my belt and cast a small spell on it. With it, I could easily see multiple locks on the door and began to work on them one by one. The lock had incredible springs and bolts. I felt small droplets of sweat forming on my forehead as I worked. It took some time, but I finally heard the last pin find its place, and all the locks opened for me. Had I been in a safer space I would have danced in joy.

Gradually the heavy door opened as I pushed myself into the room.

There was only one chest almost as tall as me and the glow inside of it lit the whole room with teal and white spirals. The view in front of me was eerie and I did my little spell again to detect any traps only to find none. The hum from the hallway was stronger here and I felt a small shiver inside of my skull.

I crouched across the room near the obsidian treasure chest and observed it closely. There was no lock and it wasn’t magical, which seemed strange to me. I tried to lift the lid slightly to peek inside and the light within the chest grew almost blinding.

The pentadecagon wasn’t there.

In panic I lift the lid completely open and hunched over the chest, sticking my hand into the glow.

sssSlurp

Oh no, I thought as my hand sank into the slimy material.

This is a mimic.

Before I could pull away the lid snapped against my back, locking me in place. The glow around the chest dimmed slightly as dozens of stubby tongue-like tentacles shot out from within.

I screamed when the slimy appendages started to grope my hands and face. I fought back with all of my might, but the lid did not move.

One of the tendrils started to circle around my lips, leaving behind a mucous trail. As I opened my mouth in an attempt to yell it shot right in, filling my mouth completely. As the tendril explored my mouth I tried to bite it, but the membrane covering the jell inside was too viscous for my teeth.

It slowly began to move back and forth inside, almost reaching the back of my throat with every slow thrust. The rest of the tendrils investigated every part of my body they could reach, which fortunately was not a lot. They seemed to only have two palms worth of length, with a girth size of a man’s fist. Another tentacle slowly probed into my mouth and began to make the same wavy movement as the other one. I wasn’t sure how it managed to fit in.

My body started to relax, I had no way out and I knew I had to wait for it to get tired of me. I was locked in an awkward position.

All of a sudden the door behind me slammed open and I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“…And who could this be? Haven’t I seen that ass before?” Said the deep husky voice of the man I resented. I tried to look behind me, but the tendrils inside me kept me facing away from him. Had I been able to, I would have seen a tall demonic man behind me with skin darker than the night sky. His golden eyes glowed as he watched me struggle, his skin crackling in small embers around them.

I heard him getting closer and grabbing my lower back with his large claws.

“So, you’ve returned to me, my dear boy. What a wonderful surprise” The old man snarled and dragged one of his nails across my spine. He fondled my hips as he let out a deep laugh. I tried to kick him with my left leg, but he grabbed it before I could hit him and removed my boot.

“Now, now… I don’t believe that is how I taught you to act in my company…” he laughed and dropped my leg back down. The tentacles inside my mouth fastened their pace, denying me my voice. The archmage tore my cloak off and pulled my shirt up. Caressing my now bare back forcefully. I felt his hip pushing against my behind and grinding my butt through my clothes. The pressure he gave and the movement of the tendrils started to arouse me. My body tensed with each grind as he pulled my pants to my ankles and the soft cloth of his robe pushed against my both holes in turns.

His other hand quickly found my clit and began to massage it. I tried to pull my thighs together, but his strong arm remained in place. I started to feel a trickling wetness against my inner thigh, which made him let out a laugh of amusement. He drove his still-clothed cock against my entrance and I trembled with pleasure. Both tentacled inside of my mouth pulled out and let me sigh.

“Please…” I begged whimpering, “Let me have it, I’ll be a good boy”

He answered my pleas with another bellowing laugh.

“All in good time, my dear. All in good time.” As he said it, he pulled his swollen cock behind his robes and rubbed it against both of my holes, spreading my wetness all over them.

Or so I thought.

I suddenly felt another member pushing against my slit. Without the tentacles in my mouth, I glanced behind and saw it.

The old man had two bulging cock coming out of his crotch side by side, sharing a one-engorged ballsack. The practice of the dark arts had not only changed his face but also his body. Both of his members were covered in ridges. He must have heard my gasp, because he laughed again. I was pinned inside the chest and couldn’t do a thing as he put pressure on both of my holes.

The one prodding my soaking pussy was the first to enter. His long thrust forced the other one inside my asshole. I moaned loudly, which seemed to stimulate the tentacles coming from the chest. With a swift move, one of them pushed itself inside my mouth and began to rhythmically pound into me. While it was defiling my mouth, the old man made long deep pumps into me from behind.

His movements became faster and faster as his breath hastened. I was being pummeled ruthlessly, my belly slapping against the edge of the mimic. Thrusting hard in and out, the old man showed no sign of exhaustion. I wasn’t sure which one felt better, his thick cocks ramming into me or the slimy tentacle in my mouth. His other hand had not forgotten my enlarged clit, but kept massaging it with force. Pleasure inside of me made me beg for more as I was ravaged by the old man.

The archmage’s balls slapped against my cheeks with each thrust, making them rosy. My need for revenge was broken. My vision turned into a blur as I started to reach my limit.

The tendril inside of me pulled out as I let out a long wail. I felt myself tighten around his rods as a wave of pleasure gushed inside of me. My pulsing holes did not make him stop nor slow down. He put both of his hands on my hips between each thrust and pulled me out of the mimic’s mouth. He easily held me in the air and kept on ramming his cocks into me. I twitched in his arms in euphoria as he loudly huffed right by my ear.

With one final thrust, both of his cocks came at the same time inside of me, filling me with warmth. We both collapsed on the hard stone floor. His seed poured out of me. He pulled me on top of him and gave me a long, gentle kiss. Caressing the red mark the chest had left on my belly and from there sliding it between my thighs, carefully rubbing my sore clit. His glowing eyes met mine as I softly moaned on top of him, swaying my hips against his hand. Softly, he embraced my curves with his other hand. I breathed heavily as my second climax grew closer and closer. I could still feel his burning seed inside of me, slowly leaking onto his hand. I grinded myself against his hand when he whispered quietly “I want you to stay” Right then, I moaned loudly and came once again.

“We’ll see, we’ll see..” I whispered back softly as I fell into his embrace.

[nightfallsystem-moved]

Hey, I’m a transgender adult who, despite a lifetime of dysphoria and self-hatred, didn’t realise I wasn’t cis until I was in my late twenties, and then stayed in the closet for another eight years because what if I lost my husband, what if I lost my friends, what if I lost my job, what if someone threw acid in my face…

I had a mental breakdown because it was all too much but I’m still here now just a few months from my 38th birthday. My (formerly cishet) husband has stayed with me every step of the way, he tells people he’s in love with my soul so it doesn’t matter what I look like or call myself, and that two people who love each other transcends gender or labels. He proudly calls me his husband now and would defend me with his dying breath.

My family have welcomed me with open arms, my brothers just laughed and said I had always been the most macho sibling anyway, my Mum marches in her local Pride parade and knits me trans flag sweaters.

My friends say they love me even more now because I’m really me and I’m happy all the time, they don’t have to worry about me anymore and that watching me blossom and thrive has been a beautiful experience.

My work added gender neutral bathrooms and fought with HR to allow me to change my name before I had the official documentation. I work with children with learning disabilities and they have adjusted to my new name and pronouns in a way which is truly humbling, and will defend the fact that I’m ‘not a girl’ to anyone who suggests otherwise. A six year old told me that he’s going to be “a big strong man” like me one day- I’m 5’3 and weigh 130lbs. Two kids at school have come out as queer.

I don’t pass as anything, at all, but nobody who knows me has ever used the wrong pronouns or name, and has happily included me as one of the boys in everything I do- including letting me use the mens changing rooms on swimming days and inviting me to pool night and beers. Coming out has shown me that people are okay, people will care and will stand up for you.

I don’t want to take hormones for various reasons but my husband and my mum are helping me save for top surgery, which I should be able to access in a few years, and I have a strong network of supportive queer friends.

Things are tough, life fucking sucks right now, it feels like the whole world is going to shit. But if you survive, if you persevere, if you live life as your authentic self, the only thing you’ll lose is stuff that didn’t benefit you anyway. It’s cheesy to say “it gets better” but I promise, it does. Fighting all the time is hard, but it’s worth it, and you will get to a place where the suffering seems far away.

I am ALWAYS here if you need someone to talk to, feel free to message me any time. Hang in there, friend, I’m rooting for you even if it feels like no-one else is.

Love,

Arthur Xx

THIS MEANS A LOT TO ME. THANK YOU SO SO MUCH. i love hearing your story it really gives me hope,, id say more but im really tired,, but THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.

[momthesearemydinnerguests]

This! This this this this this!!!

I grew up in a very conservative area with a "don't ask, don't tell" mindset. I didn't even know the queer elders in *my own family* were queer until I was a junior in high school. There were like 2 open lesbians in school, and one gay guy that literally everyone knew. That was it. When they graduated and moved away, it was so easy to feel alone.

Now I work in an oncology clinic and 90% of our patients are seniors. I'm talking like 200+ patients over 65 years old. And literally half of all my patients are queer folks.

I have an 80 year old black femme wheelchair user who comes in with her short, fat Guatemalan butch wife and their son twice a week. They like to play practical jokes on the nurses and the patient calls everyone honey.

I have a 20 something year old patient who just came out as nonbinary and asked us to change their pronouns. Last week they came in with their roommates for an iron infusion, and we talked about anime while I filed their updated paperwork.

I had an *ancient* white man pass away a few weeks ago, and when I tell you this man gave off the biggest Rich Cis White Man asshole vibes??? He was cantankerous and loud and hated everyone and everything. And he looked damn near *identical* to the guy from Monster House. But he was a trans guy, with visible top surgery scars he would proudly show off whenever the nurses had to access his port.

I had a middle aged gay man tell me about the summer he spent in Antarctica studying some kind of seal and how he was convinced he was going to lose his balls because of frostbite, and his adventures with the local clubbing scene.

I have a couple, both patients, and they could not be more opposite in personality. One of them is loud and aggressive and "Benjamin" has replaced Karen as the pejorative name in our office because of him. His husband is the quietest, most mild mannered sweetheart I've ever met. He baked our office chocolate chip cookies and tiramisu when he completed chemo. But when they're together, they balance each other out - the loud one fights for his husband when he's in pain but doesn't want to be a bother; the quiet one calms him down when he's getting frustrated and helps manage all the appointments.

And there are so, so many more. I was genuinely SHOCKED when I started working in that office and suddenly found myself practically swimming in older queers. It was the first time I ever actually saw what my life could be like beyond 30 or so. It was eye opening and beautiful and I am so, so grateful for each and every one of them, even the ones that give me a headache. 🩷

I love working in medicine. I especially love working in medicine as a queer person because I get to see the entire breadth of our community. It's not what you think it is.

Do you know how many older gay and trans people I meet on a daily basis? It's not all young, thin teens with dyed hair.

There's this one gay couple, in their 60s, always get their lab work done together, always leaning into each other and laughing about some private joke of the week. They lost a bunch of their friends in the 80s, and they always remark about how good our facility is to them. They smile when they talk to me like yeah, we made it, we're still kicking and screaming, and by god that's how we'll go out.

This butch lady with pure silver that works at a mechinc's shop down the street and always calls me sugar when I see her. Checked in a person the other day who looked like the blanded most non-descript typical middle age cis dude, but went by a femme name and had x/nonbinary gender tag and they/them pronuns.

Then there's the young trans kids that are tto scared to dress the way they want most of the time, still uncertain about using their name and pronouns in a medical setting until we do it for them withiout them asking, treat them as the gender they prefer, and you just can see the weight fall off them as their care giver team treats them as human and with such care and love. They're always smiling by the end even if they had to do something frightening and painful.

The 20 and 30 somethings that I see going out of their way to interact with me because I'm proudly, visibly queer at work, most especially for them because we all need to know that there is someone looking out for us when we're vulnerable. We exist as this vibrant, complex tapestry, so far outside of the way we get stereotyped and talked about online and in the media. My god we are everywhere, experiencing life in ways you will never know about. You are not alone. You were never alone.

[1ns3ct0id]

I only come here to complain and not other places bc I know nobody will rly see it so it's less embarrassing but dude being trans and passing but not having top surgery is killing my ability to do literally anything with anybody. And i feel terrible for it. So many times, I feel too guilty for people having to give up doing places or going somewhere or even walking into a building, all for my sake. So I hang back or cancel. I've been camping with my family these past few days and I actually MISS when I didn't pass. I could slink into the women's restroom and just try to ignore how bad I felt. But now, I would be kicked out of women's spaces so it's time to use the men's. This can be just fine, depending where I am and how hidden my chest is. Several times over this camping trip, I've gone into the bathroom and left having failed my mission, bowels and bladder still totally full, because there were other men in the stall and my literal pee stream would give me away. I've walked into establishments, then right back out, after conservative locals and tourists just wouldn't stop fucking staring at me like they wanted to hurt me. Don't get me wrong most days I don't care and I say fuck them and I know I deserve to be there too, wherever I am. But sometimes man i am so fucking tired and I don't want to do it. Also, I'd like to talk about how surprisingly quickly you can overheat while keeping your arms perpetually crossed over your chest in ninety degree weather. I have to do this in conservative public spaces sometimes as binding injures me and trans tape simply is not the miracle worker people say it is if you have anything above an A cup. Every time I go though these small things in public, and I let it get to me, I feel like I have to apologize to everybody I'm with. Because I know it's not AS bad as being actively hate crimed, but these smaller yet much more constant occurances and stupid things I have to do for my safety are tiring. And people around me that I love are forced to deal with it, sometimes having ridicule cast unto them, just for being near me. I feel guilty that I exist, that I can't blend well enough, that i cannot for some reason be a woman. This is who I am and I have no chance of changing it. And yes being trans rocks and i don't even want to b cis lol. Just want it to be easier is all. That's all ty

[idontpreferit]

The "are straight men not allowed in lesbian spaces" discourse:

What we are leaving out are: bi women and their boyfriends, pan people, non binary people, gay men, or other reasons a man may find himself allowed in a specifically lesbian space. We are not talking about the overall umbrella of queer space. We are talking abt the Lesbian™️ space. The lesbian still exists. And we aren't talking about the discourse therein.

Cracks knuckles

The straight woman in question lacks nuance and u know its not in good faith when she says "I get it BUT"

The "but" stands for butthurt

The whole problem is that what was decentered or simply erased from the conversation was THE MAN being disrespectful and entitled. The reason that anything happened at all was cuz : ObViOuSLy he made himself a problem.

Treat every gun like it's loaded.

That's how women, queer people, poc, every minority thinks about cis straight white men. Potentially dangerous. Safety check.

He probably wasn't dangerous! But people who acted like him have ended up dangerous. If you're showing the same symptoms I don't feel safe, right? Come the fuck on diva, death of a thousand cuts from these guys

Top comment on her tiktok was "I'm so tired"

What I do at *my* event is take a note from the euro model and have a door picker deadass turn people away if they don't pass a vibe check

And what is that vibe check? Rejection. Maybe it's a witch hunt model too where if they drown they're not a witch, oops. Better safe than sorry though

Interesting metaphor to draw tho cuz you know how like the witch trials actually happened

And the worst thing to happen to a man is he gets rejected

So look, rejection isn't easy for EITHER of us and especially not for my fawn response having ass

Rejection therapy is a real thing

But my event is a queer, trans, kinky space and if you can't handle rejection you have no business interacting in this space.

That's not just safe space that's fortified.

I want a system where the trash takes itself out. The people r butthurt cuz they couldn't get in?? Probably their first time experiencing rejection or lack of belonging. Enjoy the novelty, babes. The deliciousness of experiencing marginalization as a snack. Cissies love it, they go make a tiktok and go viral and make the news.

But a Black enby gets turned away at a "regular" (not queer centered) club, they don't make news huh

The problem with the queen who says "we as lgbt need to do better" here's how I'm gonna put words in your mouth as a favor. What you mean by that is:

We need to do better and install door pickers permanently. Do better at rejecting ignorant disrespectful entitled straight people, specifically. I'm not saying all straight people are all those spicy adjectives all the time. I'm saying those types of straight people, the ones who got mad, lack the understanding and respect necessary to be welcome in those spaces. You showed your ass, just like when we hear a "not all men" we know you're That Kind of Man to Watch Out For.

I hate to "kids these days" about it, but conflict and rejection and resolution and acceptance are not something that many people are equipped to handle right now. It doesn't seem like conflict resolution happened in person that night at the cubbyhole. Miss thing took to the internet and let a bunch of pfps pop off in the comments. Did learning happen? Or did defensiveness dig her heels in? Well either way she and her man aren't going to a lesbian bar ever again.

There's hope for her to learn maybe but her little man friend I think is gonna dig heels, stay defensive and butthurt, and throw the dyke slur around. Because the worst thing that can happen to a man is that he's rejected. And he isn't in the spotlight, he's all protected in his privacy huh, when its his fucking fault. Now the ladies are doing all the work communicating, as usual

But with therapy, maybe in a few generations... rejection won't feel like death anymore

Conflict won't feel like death anymore

When people ask a question it'll actually be in good faith because they wanna be humble and learn

And then! We'd welcome anybody with open arms

And gender will finally be dead

Or some shit

[ghostly-rantings]

i wanna also add as a disabled trans person that if you're talking to a trans and/or disabled person and you say "but people who dont actually need it are taking away resources for people like you" then that disabled trans person has every right to rip you apart with their teeth because NO THEY ARE NOT!!!!!!

I CAN STILL GET HORMONES IF A CIS WOMAN GOES ON TESTOSTERONE OR A CIS MAN GOES ON ESTROGEN. I CAN STILL GET A WHEELCHAIR IF AN ABLE BODIED PERSON WANTS ONE. HELL, I KNOW FOR A FACT THEY JUST HAND OUT EXTRA TIME ON TESTS LIKE FREE CANDY BC THEY GAVE IT TO ME DESPITE ME NOT NEEDING IT AT ALL. THERE IS NO "STEALING" RESOURCES.

if you think that people who "dont need" these resources are taking away from people like me who do need them then the propaganda has worked on you. no doctor has ever told me, "sorry you cant get top surgery, we're fresh out of surgeries for the year. we did too many of them and now we're fresh out." or "sorry you actually cant be treated for your chronic pain because an addict actually just got our whole supply"

these are NOT situations that happen. theyre just not. what happens instead is i had to wait a full TWO YEARS getting paperwork and pouring my heart out to complete strangers, begging them to take me seriously that if my tits were not removed i might end up seriously hurting myself and get documentation saying that in order to get top surgery

before i could even get so much as muscle relaxers or a disabled parking pass, i spent, again, TWO YEARS, being taken to specialist after specialist, subjected to uncomfortable, humiliating, and sometimes painful tests that resulted in learning literally no new information before my doctor put me on pain medication & i had to ask for a disabled parking pass of which they gave me a temporary one because they still dont think this is a "long term issue" despite this going on for years

the actual problem is people not taking us seriously, not believing us when we talk about our own bodies. i know people who have detransitioned and they're doing just fine. they know themselves better now. people do not need to be protected from learning about themselves and trust me, if someone gets vaginoplasty and regrets it, that's On Them, Not Me.

tl;dr- coming from a disabled trans person, the evil person "stealing" resources from people like me doesnt exist. the poor innocent cis person making a horrible mistake is going to be just fine. they are just a made-up person used to harm trans + disabled people disguised as concern. this is white-supremacist propaganda designed to keep people like us hidden from society and beat down. do not fall for the propaganda

the world would literally be a better place if cis people could just get trans surgeries "by mistake" rather than forcing trans people to jump through ten million hoops to get it.

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gender moment venting below idk its kind of long and messy but i was just stream of thoughting about this shit

ive been wondering a bit lately about if i would want to go back on T again in the future. im trying not to worry about crossing that bridge til i get to it, but its just. idk. i sort of feel like if i decide that going back on it isnt right for me, that ive somehow... failed? like. i do not regret going on it! im very happy with my voice deepening, as well as my body hair growth. but i also really struggled with keeping up on my shots, the appointments and bloodwork, as well as the acne and patchy facial hair and how they affected my body image and self esteem. while on one hand, i would Love to have facial hair, i had a really hard time with the awkward phase of it growing in, and i just felt... really, really shitty about my appearence while i was dealing with it. if i could go back on it and instantly have fully formed facial hair and clear skin, i might consider it, but... since thats not possible, i think i'd rather just keep the changes i already got and continue to be off of it.

and like, i know that every trans persons needs and wants in their transition are different, and its okay to not want certain changes, it doesnt make someone less trans. but it just feels like, with how long i was fighting for it, and how desperately i assured everyone around me that it would be good for me... it feels like by stopping it ive just proven them all right. and thats really frustrating for me! because like i said, i dont REGRET doing it, i dont want to get rid of what i did get from it! i just. couldnt handle some of the other effects.

i also feel almost like. it isnt fair to other trans people i know who arent able to start hormones? like, oh, i got on them super easily and now i dont even want them, when other people are still struggling so much and would love to be in my shoes. its so disheartening.

and idk. i know that my reservations about this are most likely just internalized transphobia, but its still.. very upsetting. i dont want anyone to think of me as less of a man, or less valid because of my hesitance to go back on T. and like, i still very much want top surgery, and i have no doubts about my pronouns and expression of my identity. i know who i am, i know what makes me happy, and i know what makes me unhappy! i just wish i didnt have to deal with any of this, pressure i guess? to conform to something that lines up more with a cis persons view of how trans people should be. i dont want to pass as a cis man. i dont think i ever will. i wish how i look didnt affect how people saw my gender, i want to be called 'sir' or 'young man' even when im wearing a full face of makeup and a dress. even when i have long hair and painted nails, even when i walk a certain way or have certain mannerisms or talk a certain way. i dont want any of that to automatically make people assume im a woman, or even use neutral pronouns for me. i just hate having to explain over and over again, that yes i ONLY use he/him, even when i look super feminine or use feminine terms for myself. if i ask someone else not to use feminine terms for me, why is that so hard for some people to understand? it isnt the same as me using it for myself. when i use it for myself its because i know exactly how i mean it and how i view myself when using it. i dont know those things when other people use it. only a select few people that i know for sure view me the way i am are allowed to refer to me that way. this shouldnt be so difficuly to wrap your head around. i know my own intent. i dont know yours. its that fucking simple!

urghhhh, this got a little more ramble-y than i meant it to. whatever. gender beam