hey sorry i didnt text you back for 2 weeks i just became completely jaded with the entire human experience. anyways whats up
Today, I'm asking that you please check out my transmasc friend Kade's (they/he) wishlist and buy something off of it if you can! They're currently preparing for his top surgery next month, and these are items he'll need during recovery!
Additionally, you can also send some $ to their CashApp to help him buy these items as well as any foods or anything else they might need after surgery!
I think a big reason trans men do not appear in media as often as other queer identities, as well as historical erasure to a point, is because it goes against many women's experience with challenging bigotry. I cannot tell you how many pieces of media exist with "girl dresses as boy to get Privilege or Respect she wasn't given before, but has to reveal she is A Woman by the end as she has to prove women can do The Thing TM too and it's more 'honest' to her identity'". With a lot of trans masc/man historical figures there is constant fighting over whether it was really a women fighting the patriarchy and not a guy struggling with being trans. There is a book about "female husbands and the women that love them" for Christ's sake. We are constantly interpreted as on the border of being super hurt/proactive women for the sake of that class's conscience, and anything else is "taking away" from women's more important issues, supposedly. I'm just tired of all afab people having trouble with their identity being funneled into the "women good, patriarchy/men bad" pipeline or else. It feels like me talking about being a man, even in a trans context, is unacceptable because it *might affect a women at some point
reminder that digital libraries aren’t owned, also why pirating digital content is a necessity
i think that all the people who argue about gender by saying "the woke left cant even define a woman" need to get hit with the "who are you" question by a buddhist monk. no, thats your name, who are you. no thats your profession, who are YOU. no you fucking idiot thats your species, who are YOUU. dumb bitch u cant even define yourself
I love being trans.
And I'll always love it, even if I find out I'm not.
I'll never regret chasing such a beautiful dream like forming the self to what you want to see, no matter what others say or do.
I am beautiful.
Being trans is beautiful.
Being trans is strength a million times over.
I love you Trans People! We are stars and to stars we will return, bright and shining!! 🌟
I am in love with every aspect of me and every aspect of you, and we will live tans hand in trans hand forever.
This is a reminder to:
Never mention a possible pregnancy/abortion to anyone, especially not through a social media app messaging service such as messenger, WhatsApp, Instagram DMs, Snapchat, etc.
Delete all period tracking apps and to start tracking using a planner or physical calendar
Book appointments for a form of birth control if possible, or to always carry condoms for yourself and other
Look into sterilization options if that is the route you want to go down (here is a list of 1000 doctors willing to sterilize you without a fight)
Protect your fellow person, protect the women in your life, the queer people, the disabled people, everyone will be affected by this
Form communities. Tell your people that you love them. Protect one another. Check in on one another. None of us are alone.
one of the legendary copypastas of the russian internet, courtesy of 2ch
translation:
My dad creates some fucked up dishes.
Here’s an average recipe, since there are a lot of variations.
There’s soup, the soup isn’t heated, heating isn’t what my dad is all about. He takes this soup, dumps it into the pan and starts frying. Adds tons of onions, garlic, bell and black peppers, FLOUR!! for viscosity, tomato sauce on top. This is all fried until it starts smoking. Then it’s taken off the fire and cools down on the balcony. Then dad brings it back and, after generously pouring mayo over it, starts eating. He eats it directly from the pan, scraping it with a spoon. Eats it and half-whispers “oh fuck”. While he’s doing all that he even starts sweating. Sometimes he graciously offers me some, but I turn him down. Do I even need to say what wild farts he has afterwards? The stench is so bad, it peels the wallpaper off the walls.
shit(and sometimes serious)posts of a 22yo trans man
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