#hail!!! WOW!!! #laughinghappy #hike #newmexadventure

This right here. Masculinity is “sweet goofball” energy and I will not be taking notes at this time.

Women are cool as fuck, but I also like when men do cute things.

I like when they're gentle and patient with animals or children.

I like when they do something masculine and get all excited and proud of themselves and look to see if you were impressed.

I like when they have a dumb (but largely harmless) idea and spend all day making it happen, then either fail hilariously or succeed in spite of common sense and jump around hooting and hollering with the boys.

I like when they completely derail a conversation with a well-placed dad joke.

I like how a man can be a smart sensible person, but the moment you put him in a room with a bunch of other dudes he gets along with, they all form a hive mind collectively sharing one brain cell.

Basically, men are cute in their natural state, but too many get brainwashed into being heartless controlling monsters and then spend their lives angry and lonely when they can't form an honest intimate connection with anyone.

Like, fellas, all you gotta do to be attractive is just be a sincere, caring human being, with all the limitations and flaws that come with that. You can still be a big masculine badass if you want! Doing your best to protect and lift up those around you in spite of your weaknesses and flaws is infinitely more attractive than being successful at everything but hurting everyone who gets close.

Anyway, huge props to all the men out there who put in the work to unlearn all the toxic bullshit they're told all the time about how "real men" act. Y'all are brave and handsome and cool, and the world is better with you in it!

That includes trans men, gnc men, non-binary men, and all other men who don't fit the traditional definition of "man"!

Keep being fantastic fellas! 💖

SO true. Why can’t we just… live?

What I wish happened during my first estrogen dose

I’m upset

Oh no 👀

Oooooo wait other Riddle kids???! Is this some crazy canon I didn’t know about or is it fanon?!

This one is old, but I like it so I redid some things

The riddle children according to what I saw fanon and canon say

Anyway F*ck TERFs

It’s Trans Day of Remembrance.

This is the day we remember the trans lives we lost this year, both known and unknown. These lives may be lost by their own hand or by violence dealt against them.

This day gives me strange feelings: some survivor’s guilt, to be sure, some grief for siblings I’ll never get to know, but also a feeling I struggle to find words for.

There are many names that should be on that list that never will be due to never coming out. Back in high school, I almost became one of those names. Honestly, what kept me from being one of those names was the fact that it would never be known, and that I would be deadnamed at my funeral. Having that experience gave me a point of relation that I think about whenever this day rolls around. Those are the ones my mind drifts to.

You may be a closeted trans person, considering the value of your life now, considering a feeling of entrapment and restriction and the alternatives to that feeling. I have lost much by coming out, but I’ve gained so much more: freedom and recognition of my self from people that truly love me. Know that there are places and people of support that will love you for you. If living inauthentucally is too big a burden to bear, as it so often is, please try to live authentically rather than give up entirely. You won’t be alone.

For the rest of you, please take some time today to meditate on the life and love that could have been, and how you can make the world a bit better for those at risk of becoming a name in this group, whether that be in a sense of welcoming, loving acceptance, or in a sense of protectiveness from those that might harm them. If you’re the praying type, please pray for a world more accepting to us so that this day becomes less and less significant.

For those for whom this day exists, rest in the peace and love you did not know in life. You are remembered.

—Sophia Esther

True professionals have standards

...because #Noir #dragon s are #epic.

Damn, I wish I had grown up in a world that didn’t make discovering myself feel like unraveling some long-lost, forbidden love letter—one written in a language I was never meant to understand. A world that didn’t shove me into shadows, didn’t make my body a battlefield, didn’t make my desire to just be feel like rebellion.

But even with all that? I wouldn’t trade this for anything. I love being a trans woman. I love the way transfemininity is soft and untamed all at once, how we rewrite the rules of beauty, of power, of love. Even if I had been “cis,” I think I’d still be something a little wild, a little untethered—too fluid, too free, too full of aching, tender want to fit into the neat little boxes the world tried to fold me into.

And maybe I got here later than I wished, but I got here. And I didn’t do it alone. I’ve found hands to hold, lips to brush against mine, voices that whisper my name like it was always meant to be spoken this way. I’ve found love—not just for others, but for myself. And that? That’s something no world, no past, no regret could ever take from me.