#trans hockey

[chrissy-kaos]

Hey!!

I just wanted to tell you I think it’s so cool how you continue to play hockey even if it’s a beer league! I mean I don’t know what good adult leagues there are when you’re older really 😅

I miss playing hockey so much and I always just figured it would be impossible to get taken seriously by judgmental fucks. I love that you make history even though you’re just yourself. I do sort of despise some of the things I’ve heard in the locker room too tbh.

It’s so amazing to see you gear up and get sweaty. It makes me some how feel seen too and I feel like I need to just figure it out lol. I know your kicking ass out there (cus I saw u posted ur stats) lol 💜 hope you have a good rest of your weekend 💜

Thank you! Yea posting about me playing wasn’t something i was really going to do. But everyone here seems to love that content and they continue to ask for it. So I’m going to keep posting it. I don’t think I’m anything special or making history. I’m just a girl that wants to play hockey. That’s it. If I inspire others to play than that’s awesome! Because hockey is amazing and growing the game is important! With that said I’m going to share a bit of a story with you. So bear with me.. I tend to over share 😅

Hockey is something I’ll never give up. For a long time my life centered around it. I’m fortunate enough to live in a town that’s had multiple pro teams and a great hockey community. I used to coach/play for one of the teams before my transition. When I was debating if I was going to transition or not hockey played a part in it for sure. I didn’t want to never play again. But I was scared that people wouldn’t accept me and all that. I felt like majority of the community liked me and enjoyed my coaching. But you never actually know how someone feels about it, ya know.

When I finally made my decision I was coaching full time and I decided to step away from hockey not necessarily for good but until I was comfortable with myself. So I resigned and hung my skates up. Then started my transition. It was a little after two years into my transition when I decided to step on the ice again. I had played some roller with a few friends and messed around stick handling in the house but I never went back to the rink.

(I actually find this hilarious 😂.) I seen they had a skate and shot and decided I’d go to it. Not skating for two years I needed to get my legs back anyway. So I show up to the rink. It’s still all the same people that worked there when I did. I walked up to the counter to pay and my friend Josh was working and said “hi ma’am, here for stick time?.” He had no idea I started to transition. I said “hi, Josh.” He looked at me like I was crazy and asked if he knew me. I gave him the money and said “you might” then walked away. He stopped me to tell me where the women’s locker room is. I smiled and said thank you.

I skated like crap. To be expected tho. After the time was up I headed to the locker’s. Josh stopped me and asked how I knew him. So I told him who I was and it blew his mind 😂. He congratulated me and said he had no idea. He told me he was thinking to himself damn this girl is good(I actually suck lol). He was like who the fuck is she?. He thought I was one of the college players. Our local college and pro team share the rink together. Anyway he was completely blown away. The interaction was great and positive. He was very supportive. After that I started coming once a week and more people realized who I was.

Everyone was extremely supportive and accepting. They use my chosen name and pronouns. Even offered me a coaching position again. I declined for reasons. But the hockey community in general is amazing. I felt comfortable enough to hop in our league. It’s our house A league so all the best players current pros, ex pros and d1-3 guys. It’s extremely competitive. I’m still the only girl ☠️ lol

Now I can’t speak for any other community but at no point in time have I been treated bad or different. I’m given the same respect as everyone else. Do guys talk in the lockers probably but they are nothing but respectful and courteous to me. If you want to get out and play don’t let anyone stop you.

Hockey is for everyone and you deserve to play too! Just go for it! You never know unless you try. Hockey has one of the best lgbtqiia+ communities in all of sports. There are teams like @teamtrans-icehockey where you can play with people like us who understand the difficulties of being trans/nb/queer in sports. I’ve played with teams trans a few times and they are an incredible group of people! I highly recommend checking them out! 

(I took this pic the on the way to the rink that first time back. Don’t mind the filter and how pudgy I am 🫣)

[antsrust]

Hockey Player!James x Figure Skater!Regulus

These took me so long but I absolutely love how they turned out. I have a whole fic about them planned out in my head but I cannot be bothered to actually write it lol

[netscapenavigator-official]

H E L P

[arsonandhockey]

happy trans day of visibility yall

[thingsmk1120sayz]

Scott Laughton is Awesome ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🏒🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[gaps-between-stories]

[hyenabeanz]

If any of the hockey nerds are on, Team Trans has been playing this weekend and the novice/intermediate championship game is supposed to start at 4:30 CDT and is being streamed here on Twitch

(There's audio, but they have to periodically mute it because corporations love to abuse copyright law to shut down videos for having incidental background sound)

[chessentans]

Every time I think it's impossible for J.K Rowling to get more disgusting she manages to figure it out. She really spread baseless rumors about an athlete that did nothing wrong, was racist, and did her normal transphobia in one fucking go. She's a foul bigot who should be ashamed of herself but I don't think she's capable of that

[castilles]

i simply could not help myself but to consider connie mcdavid in a pretty dress and hiking boots and now you can too <3

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[chrissy-kaos]

Finally got to get out on the rink today. It was rough to say the least! I’m so out of shape.. maybe I need to go the gym again 😅

[grantmentis]

She's going to be treated the exact same way we see her with USA Hockey, never adressed and apparently friends with everyone

100%, that reddit thread has people in there saying she’ll be a locker room cancer and she’s not been which maybe speaks to her being able to control herself more offline but also probably more speaks to the state of a lot of these locker rooms!

And like, for some, she’ll just be the weird qanon coworker that a lot of people have and you just try to keep shit chill at work with and that’s understandable, I’m not asking for anyone to challenge her to a duel based off of tweets from a year ago, but i need people to realize this isn’t even gonna be her just kinda being there. They’re gonna promote the shit out of her and she’s already close friends with players like roque and kronish

[thingsmk1120sayz]

Remember who your allies are

[deweydecimalhateclub]

field hockey experiences

my extremely feminist, pretty supportive coach told us she "really loves trump and will vote for him" (which confused me A LOT)

my coach told us "be alert on the field, im talking 9/11 airport lockdown alert" (i beg your finest pardon

my goalie heard about polyamory, its definition, then proceeded to go on a "im not homophobic BUT" rant about how she thinks that polyamory is wrong and monogamy is correct

was in workout clothes on a warm day, was fooling around with my friends and went "im a pretty prince!" then the girl next to us went "no one sees you as a boy if you dress and act like that" (OUCH)

[frostytherobot]

so he’s a really good kisser….but we are trying to take things slowly and get to know each other more first even though I wanna jump his damn bones

[milleopede]

can’t seem to help myself when it comes to hockey ghouls… i raise you dew wearing swiss’ jersey, because in no universe can he stick to wearing his own clothes.

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RATING: explicit

PAIRING: swissdew

WORD COUNT: 1047

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As the burn turned to a chill, Swiss moved quickly to cut off the stream of water. It hissed to a dribbling stop, splashing weakly against the grimy tiles, leaving him with the only option to leave.

The comfort of a shower washed away the stress of the game, but it wouldn’t change the aftermath. Swiss’ knuckles burned at the thought, as his gaze flashed red with blood. And stepping out of the stall would force him to face it.

Trying to focus on the moment, Swiss moved to pull a towel around his waist. The loose knot sat at the line of his stomach, threatening to drop at any second. Even if it fell, the empty locker room would be without eyes to see a thing.

Or so he assumed.

Perched on the bench, Dew sat with his legs spread, dominantly claiming the space. From his spot, he was nothing short of a vision. Bared to the humid air, his skin stood exposed, the gray flesh shiny with sweat. It trailed up, ankle to thigh, before disappearing under the hem of an oversized shirt. Plunging far too low, the neckline exposed the plane of his chest, revealing the glint of metal through his nipple. It was tantalizing.

Except, it wasn’t just a shirt, because it was made of the nylon mesh of a jersey. And it wasn’t Dew’s own.

Emblazoned on his shoulder was the outline of a clear fifty-eight. The number was too far from the twenty-one that Dew sported, and all too close to the one Swiss wore with every game.

At the sight, all Swiss himself could do was keen. A growl tore past his throat as he felt the kick of his cock against the towel, fattening up against his thigh. He almost felt pathetic for how easily Dew could make him fold. But the sight of the smaller ghoul, barely clothed in Swiss’ own jersey, made him irresistible.

“Fuck, firecracker,” Swiss whistled, low and desperate. His eyes were ravenous, devouring Dew where he sat in feigned innocence.

With slow and lazy blinks, Dew just stared up with his neck craned and throat exposed. The flutter of his light eyelashes against his cheeks was too pretty and too soft, next to the wicked grin on his lips.

“Words, Swiss. You think that bitch of a chirp is gonna get me out of this jersey any faster?”

Snapping out of his stupor, Swiss was quick to strike back. His mouth moved faster than his mind, tearing out the desires that simmered low in his gut. “No, because I want to fuck you in it.”

Now it was Dew’s turn to groan back, his words dying on his tongue.

Taking advantage of Dew’s silence, Swiss moved to claim him. The wide breadth of his hands splayed across Dew’s exposed skin, palming at his chest before forcing him down onto the bench with a thud.

Swinging a bare leg over Dew’s barely covered thighs, Swiss let his towel tumble to the ground. The sloppy knot unraveled quicker than his patience, fully revealing the sight of his needy dick. With unceremonious force, he slammed his hips atop Dew’s lap.

Swiss revelled in the way he could feel every flex of Dew’s muscles as they struggled to bear his weight. Yet despite the strain, no protests fell from the fire ghoul’s lips.

Instead, his small hand drew up to curl around Swiss’ horn for leverage, and he pulled him down even harder.

It wasn’t long before the flushed tip of Swiss’ cock disappeared under the pooling fabric, as he rutted against his own jersey. With every slide of his hips, the mesh rode higher and higher up Dew’s waist, revealing his dripping cunt.

“You’re making a mess of my uniform,” Swiss panted out, his fingers finding and dipping into the slick between Dew’s legs. Punctuating his point, he dragged a slow thumb through it, before smearing the wetness that got caught on the pad against Dew’s clit. Dipping back down, Swiss barely pushed into his cunt with shallow twitches of his fingers.

“Me? What about you?”

“Oh, firefly, it’s mine. I can do whatever I want to it,”

When he slid home, Dew clenching around him, it was clear that he wasn’t talking about the jersey anymore.

Swiss pet upward, nailing into the soft heat of Dew’s body with rhythmic accuracy. Already, he was soaked down to his wrist, drenched in the fire ghoul’s slick. But he craved more with every twitch of his fingers, soaked inside of Dew’s dripping cunt.

With every thrust of his hand, Swiss matched the rhythm with his cock, pressing into Dew’s stomach. In tandem, he moved at a brutal pace. He drew back, the wet pull of his fingers thrusting out with an obscene sound.

“Are you this wet on the ice too?” Swiss quipped, as the breath of a laugh passed his lips.

In retort, Dew flung an arm across his flushed cheeks in an attempt to hide his face. Except his embarrassment had no place as he spoke through a moan.

“I can’t help it when you’re out there,” he groaned, his voice gently muffled by the draping jersey sleeve, “I soak through all my uniforms when we play against you.”

Almost surprised, Swiss’ unrelenting rhythm faltered - his cock dragging to a slow stop along with the pull of his hand. Using a slick coated hand, he forced Dew’s arm off his face, moving to pin his wrist above his head. He hadn’t expected his chirp to be taken with such seriousness.

“Really, firecracker?” Swiss whispered, sounding gut punched.

Dew’s silence spoke volumes, with nothing more than a whine keening past his lips. And that was all the confirmation that Swiss needed to go on.

Reaching for Dew’s bare hips, the jersey having ridden far up past his torso, Swiss took mercy on his neglected cunt with renewed attention. It had barely been seconds without contact, but even that was far too long for both ghouls.

Fisting a hand over his own weeping cock, Swiss sloppily lined up with the dripping clutch of Dew’s body - now neglecting his earlier mission of cumming into the jersey’s fabric. That experience would pale in comparison to finishing in the little right winger.