Damn. Got it.
Thanks lovely! I’ll do my best to catch folks so they don’t make the same mistakes.
Gee, I hope becoming the wizened old mentor that can’t do the adventuring her students do doesn’t come with any unforeseen consequences!
What can't trans women do?
Uhh, a few things.
Ah well, it's fine. It's nice having things in common with other people, it makes the world feel less isolating.
Speaking of which, thank you @bubbleverseart for joining me here, this was fun!
Also, there's a couple of you in the crowd who might notice something familiar about the comic itself. Good job if you figure out what it is.
Hiding this shit in the tags coward lmao
> pointed look
Nope I was just being dumb and wanted to be sure before firing shots
> years
I thought you were cute and cool the first time I met you and then was like, “oh Ace so no shot. Oh well.”
My crush like me bacc hehe
Am hap
Holy shit that Pandesouth person is *obsessed*. How do you make an entire tumblr blog cherry-picking the crazies (that might not even be actual trans people but cis folks faking it to make us look bad; this is the internet after all) from a given community and use it to hate and harass the whole community itself?! That’s insane.
You know how there are all those myths about how if a mortal sees the true form of one of the gods they can't take it and just disintegrate because it's too much power for them to comprehend?
That's my gender. Especially to cis people.
People turning against Chappell Roan for not accepting harassment & stalking of her and her family, saying Hozier is acting embarrassing for defending his girlfriend THAT Y'ALL WEREN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT after she got harassed online, calling Pedro Pascal names for.. apparently not greeting fans loudly in his own private time?
Y'all have GOT to get a grip on real life if you think celebs establishing boundaries is working against you. You do not know these people, you will not sleep with these people and they do not owe you anything!!!!!!
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.
We strive to be equal to the burden.
Things aren't great, and I'm a bundle of anxiety myself. But please keep hanging in there, ok?
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