#transman menstruation

[oatmilk-vampire]

Me waiting a little too long to empty and replace my menstrual cup

[backwood-sys]

made a rice sock heating pad and wow this is the first time in my life heating pads have made any improvement to the amount of pain i experience while on my period

[siverfanweedo]

Actually my last point on trans masc and transphobia + erasure.

I will never ever be okay with people leaving out how jkr treats transman. She wrote an essay, she agreed with and followed a terf who wrote a book about how trans men are girls who are mutilating their bodies but was lying and acted stole photos from trans men. And I'll never ever be okay with people who don't realize her 2020 tweet was attacking language used for trans masc who still menstruate.

I'll never be okay with how trans men are left out of the conversation of reproductive rights. I know trans men who have given birth. I've heard stories of trans men who face the same road blocks to hysterectomies as cis women.

By dismissing or ignoring the issues trans men face you are actually making the world less safe for us.

Like I'm not here saying I have it worse or trans men have it worse we don't. But I can't describe how I feel when people gloss over trans masc discrimination.

[loonfull-sonnetzz]

To Soothe The Ache

Note: I lost motivation for this fic so I decided to just post the WIP since ya'll have been waiting for AGES. Sorry guys :') No beta we die like Frou Frou

༊*·˚Pairing: Alexei Vronsky X Soldier!Transman!Reader

༊*·˚Universe: Anna Karenina (2012)

༊*·˚Summary: You and Vronsky are soldiers and secretly find comfort

༊*·˚Warnings: menstruation, cramps, unsafe binding (do not bind with bandages!! Please!!), historical inaccuracies, mentions of war, probably out of character Vronsky (hadn’t read or watched Anna Karenina sorry :( ) 

༊*·˚WC: 1k

Divider credit: Florietas 

Finally, serenity.

The cavalry unit you had found yourself in had traveled across the Stara Planina, trekking through the jagged peaks and small cliffs while leading the horses, praying to god your foot doesn’t slip on the ice or one of the horses panic from the distant howl of wolves that haunted the vicious winds. All for the sake of fighting off the Ottomans in Serbia. However, the stress was worth it, even as your legs screamed to rest and your eyelids began to go heavy from the restless nights guarding the makeshift camps the unit had made throughout the weeks.

Now your unit had finally left the mountains, finding a decent clearing amongst the soaring pines to rest once again. The wind no longer howls with threats, but whispers along the gently rattled pine needles. Between the spaces of the trees, up high, you could see stars twinkling in the inky night sky, hundreds and thousands of stars gazing down upon you – you could’ve sworn you could see into the eye of the milky way – Something you could never experience in your home city St. Petersburg where the fog and smoke hid the celestials. 

You took a deep breath. One good, deep and well-deserved breath. The crisp winter air filling your lungs, held, then exhaled – coming out as white mist that danced in the dark before dissipating.

But soon enough serenity would not last. Sure, it was relieving to be out late, no longer burdened by your comrades’ complaints and sharing company with the stars, but your body protested. Not just with the ache that dully throbbed in your legs or your eyes that you had to fight to keep open, but the pains that shoot from your hips and to your stomach, an unfortunate reminder of your secret. Stress could do so much before there could be no more delays and the time of the month comes crashing in. Or Alexei Vronsky chiding you for wearing your bandages for too long.

Alexei Vronsky, the man that was just as handsome as his frivolity and ambition, became an unlikely friend. It was all an accident, really. Months ago when they were stationed at some headquarters back home in Russia. Soldiers had to share washrooms, but you were vigilant and always went early in the morning or late at night when it came to changing so no one could know you were born a different boy, a boy who didn’t have the same body as the others. But one of those nights Vronsky was out for a while and returned late, exhausted and accidentally stumbling to the washroom to only catch a brief look as you panicked and slammed the door on his face. 

Even to this day it was hard to know why you had come out to him in the first place. Perhaps it was his hesitant inquiry, or the guilt for being rude for shutting the door on him. Or perhaps something more, that you both didn’t exactly fit societal norms. Vronsky may be charming, ambitious and brave – bearing the image of the perfect soldier, but he is still a man with his own struggles. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t freak out or prodded you with uncomfortable questions as most other people, especially aristocrats like him, usually did.

Shaking your head and pushing the reminiscing thoughts aside, you briskly make your way back to your tent. Your nimble fingers made way to your buttons in a swift fashion, undoing them until the top of your military uniform started to slide down your shoulders and gooseflesh covered your exposed skin. The cold once again reminding you of it’s limited mercy as it bit your flesh and sent chills down your spine. But hypothermia was probably better than cracking your ribs in the long run.

You were already about to unhook the pins that held the bandages before you heard someone clear their throat and call your name. You whipped your gaze at the intruder, stiffening up and crossing your arms over your chest instinctively before you realized who it was.

“Come here, will you?” Alexei murmured, his voice low and soothing like the distant babble of the creek. He drew you slowly enough that you could have pulled back easily. “You’ve already done so much for us since the beginning of this journey, this is the least I could do.”

You felt your face burn from the sudden praise and care, but you soon felt your shoulders droop and arms fall to your sides. He was right in a way, you could collapse at any point if the cramps or your duty as a soldier didn’t keep you up. So you let him trace the pins, unhooking them and unraveling the bandages. Your gaze flickered from his hands to his face, his brows a little furrowed with compassion and concentration as he buttoned up your uniform – not letting a moment of the wintry air freeze you or the discomfort of having your body vulnerable and exposed go on any further.

He catches your gaze as soon as he finishes, his hands lingering on the last button before one glides over to caress your cheek. His worry became more evident on his visage. “Is there something on your mind?”

The lie on your tongue was silenced by another wave of pain, making you hold your own waist and curling further to yourself. Alexei quickly holds you steady, his sapphire eyes flickering all over you to search for the cause of sudden agony.

“I’m bleeding out,” You said with a slightly self-deprecating chuckle, a little amused by Alexei’s fretting to something natural as menstruation. This only confused your fellow comrade before it seemed to click and he sighs and embraces you, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I’ll be okay, it’s just cramps,” You said, biting down your tongue to smother a wince. But you didn't make an effort to leave and neither did Alexei, who didn’t look convinced by your lame excuse.

“I know, darling. But I'm not leaving your side to suffer this alone. I just want to make you feel better,”  He said, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze again. His hands trailing down to hold onto your hips, the warmth soothing the ache. Alexei then dipped his head down, his soft lips pressed against yours before he whispers against your lips. “How can I be of service?”

[death-is-moist]

The effects of testosterone-

As a mostly closeted transman 2 months on T.

Confidence

I am so much more confident. It's not something I had picked up on myself but numerous people have told me lately that I am glowing and thriving and since then, I have thought about it and that makes sense. I have been dressing up a little more, since I'm feeling more at home in my body, as well as smiling more.

I have been getting back into more of a gothic style like I used to while also incorporating some of my newer favourite clothes such as my Tye dye shorts and funky button ups (my new ones are frogs and another one is snails)

Hair

Getting my hair cut was one of the best decisions I have made. Choosing a mullet let's me keep it long (per choice) and have it short at the same time as well as having a bonding experience with my dad who also has an 80s style mullet and goes to the same barber as I. I have also started dying sections of it blue again and I am just overall very happy with my hair although my partner often jokes about me being an exotic bird in the mornings.

As for facial hair, one of my flatmates (who I am out to) pointed out that I had a pit of a stache growing (this was around a month in) and I was overjoyed. Since then I have been fairly regularly shaving to -

a) keep myself looking tidy

b) not cause any suspicion from family members

c) help it grow back thicker/darker further down the line

Body hair is something I have never had a lot of and if on the off chance I did, it was thin, whispy and blonde (unnoticeable). Because I spent years shaving my legs and have now grown them out, it is darker than all my other body hair but that is affirming to me as it is more of a masculine trait to have. I still have no underarm hair which is a blessing and a curse I guess. I would find it gender affirming but at the same time I am so happy I naturally have no hair there for multiple reasons.

Menstruation

I am currently 22 days late for my period and I couldn't be happier. Case closed 🤣

Libido

Uhm yeah I never really had a lot of sex drive but I can definitely say that has changed now haha. I think I understand when people compare libido in particular as becoming a 12-14 year old boy because yep. Okayyyy that's enough on this subject.

End

That's all I really have to share at this point in time I think. Please let me know any questions or if you would like me to share more about a specific subject!

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

Why are TIMs so fixated on having menstruations?

What they might experience is not a menstruations, but probably an adverse reaction to the estrogen they have to constantly administer themselves.

You need an uterus to have menstruations. If you don’t have it experiencing bowel problems, moodiness is not a period, something else? Yeah probably.

I don’t see the point in denying reality and biology. It’s crazy that that post got 20k notes.

i dont get the sex denial period. a transwoman is always male and a transman always female because you dont have to transition in the first place if you are of the opposite sex. this is just one more idiotic consequence of that. why are they researching how to make males lactate? it doesnt make sense and they are really fucking over gender dysphoric people who just try to live with this nonsense because no reasonable person will accommodate a male claiming to menstruate. not that women who actually menstruate are even being accommodated lmao

[kodiescove]

I get the point you're making here

But

Maybe you should include nonbinary and transnuetral people into your conversations about transphobia and menstruation, too...?

Or are we transnuetral and nonbinary people, who don't fit the transman/transmasc, transwoman/transfemme binary not worth including?

[owl-deer]

whenever I see a transman answering to some justified but misguided feminine rage with "I don't know how painful periods are?? Girl, I'm menstruating right now", or with something else relating to afab ppl experience, I get this woosh of "he's so cool I wanna be him I want my men to be him oh my god".

Just.

It's so cool what the actual fu-

[mygenderisstillblurry]

I’m a transman who had to stop T because of financial issues. Menstruation has been emotionally really hard for me so I just wanted to suggest. If you can get affordable birth control it can stop.

Thank you! I do currently have an IUD and it used to stop my periods pre-T, but it no longer does, and I suspect it's because I'm soon due for a replacement but I'm not sure. Once I find an OBGYN in my new city I'll ask about it, but it has...not been a top priority.

[oatmilk-vampire]

The second thing 2024 gave me this year was my period to remind me of how submissive and breedable I am, and how I've failed to do both hence the period

[electrus]

It's just, calling the word 'menstruation' a medical term (which is true) and then calling the word 'period' a layman's term (also true), the definition of which is "Simple language that anyone can understand." (y'know like using the word period to mean menstruation.) and then saying that they're not the same thing is just insane levels of stupidity.

(...)a period is the experience *everyone else* on this post is talking about.

No what everyone else is talking about is Premenstrual Syndrome (PMS). Not every woman/girl or transman/boy has PMS but they still bleed as their uterine lining still sheds.

.

[tiredmaster]

[Man whose period just started up again] Actually I think I deserve to kill

[sameore]

"Strong With A Womb": how about heights?

Earlier this year (and more especially for my birthday!), I posted a fanfiction entitled "Strong With A Womb" (that you can find here).

While I wrote an article about the fact Alastor was depicted as having his menses in hell, and I also questioned the fact he had antlers in another post... Well, another question has made me feel somewhat perplexed since so.

And how about his height?

Indeed, I also mentioned the fact Alastor's height made him pass as male (through Charlie's point of view).

But, is there truly any correlation between the biological sex of a demon, and their height in Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss's universe by the way?

Well, the answer isn't that obvious!

Because, there is something I've noticed: it is that it didn't seem that uncommon to see female demons being tall, and even taller than their male counterparts!

For instance, if you look at Charlie's parents, her mother is actually taller than her father...

Still in Hazbin Hotel, Velvet might be about the same height as Vox and Alastor (thanks, Wiki!)

(I would also tend to think other female sinners including: Rosie, Katie Killjoy or even Cherri Bomb might be pretty tall?)

In Helluva Boss (that I have briefly checked last night), well... you might as well notice Loona, and Verosika Mayday are quite tall!

And even taller than the main male protagonists, who look shorter compared to them (Blitzo, Moxxie).

Sallie May, being a trans woman (so, technically born male), also looks somewhat shorter.

As for Millie, her size seems to be quite similar to Moxxie's, Blitzo's or Sallie's.

Now, the major answer for this is probably because Sallie, Blitzo, Moxxie and Millie are imps (unlike Verosika and Loona). So, as demons don’t seem to equal each other, I suppose it might as well depend on their species to begin with. It remains yet interesting to notice there is no big difference in terms of size between male and female imps.

Obviously, and more generally, you can also find the other way around, where male demons are typically taller than their female counterparts.

These elements put together make me think that it is hard to define a clear correlation between these two factors. But it seems like the biological sex of a demon might not be very predictive of their height (?), unlike humans in real life who statistically have males being taller than females (though there are always exceptions!)

We could also imagine that the height a sinner might have in hell might not always be very representative of how tall they were as a human. (By the way, I noticed that in Helluva Boss, some demons could actually take a human appearance? Ôo)

So, as the doubt grew, I deleted this part about the Radio Demon's height.

I suppose it wouldn't really make sense to say "his height makes him pass as male" (while he was born female), if this distinction isn't as obvious in their world.

(Of course, I don't exclude the fact you might as well headcanon one or several of the characters mentioned above as transgender(s))

[pagesofkenna]

i know ive already complained about this but im going through my fanfic right now and my sole 2017 fic was a menstruation story about a masculine nonbinary character in an openly queer fandom, it was a concept i had thought about a long time before writing (because i think about menstruation, and how common it is, and how little we dwell on it, and how big of an impact it has on peoples lives especially trans people)

and the same day i posted it, someone in the fandom who i followed at the time made an aggravated subtweet-style post about people 'only treating nonbinary characters as afab' (I'm very much simplifying what their argument was; i felt it was partially justified) and i felt instinctively that it was a reaction to my fic. and i felt so bad, i unfollowed that person (for multiple reasons), and i havent even opened that fic since to reread it, to see if i still even like it anymore

its one of my most kudo'd fics on AO3. it has a decent number of hits and bookmarks for me, someone who gets so little of either. i feel very strongly about menstruation and this was the one time i felt like it would be safe to explore that topic in a story, because the source material was already so raw, and after that i just... felt like i had done a bad thing. or not tread carefully enough. a story i wanted to explore badly for myself, and at least a few other people seem to have appreciated, and im still afraid to touch it again. it bugs me that i don't feel comfortable even rereading it

[strangechaoss]

tw: menstruation

...i was gonna make a joke about how me still getting my period is a hate crime but now im just sad and in pain :/

[fiveyearsnotice]

One very strange thing about having had a functioning uterus and then not having one anymore for several years, was that jarring moment of smelling blood after a person who did still have a working uterus walked out of the bathroom past me, feeling increasingly worried about them for a second or two, and then remembering, no, they’re probably just fine and might want chocolate.