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It’s Really Not The Same As It Was

CW! abortion, abuse, slight smut at the end

Izuku was bullied ever since he was a child. He never understood why he was picked out of everyone. Katsuki, Izuku's supposed best friend, turned his back on him. Katsuki became Izuku’s main bully. It soon was clear why he was thrown in the trash considering Bakugo started saying it to his face a dozen times a day. Izuku was quirkless.

From elementary school all the way to their final year in junior high, Katsuki bullied Izuku. Katsuki got everyone to hate Izuku. Izuku was isolated and never given a chance to have a friend or social life. He didn’t mind it. He’d rather be alone. No one caught his attention. Everyone was boring, following the rest of the herd mindlessly.

When Izuku was in his third year of junior high, one fateful day broke him. Izuku was physically attacked, humiliated, and then suicide bated. Izuku fell into a severe depressive episode that lasted months. Izuku never really recovered from it. Inko unenrolled Izuku from Aldera Junior High, sued the school, and cut all connections with the Bakugo’s.

Izuku fell behind in his studies, causing him to fall short of the requirements to attend UA’s entry exam. Izuku was devastated and fell into an even worse mental state. Inko didn't know what to do and had Izuku get hospitalized for his own safety. Unfortunately, she made the wrong decision and he only got worse.

Izuku felt like no one wanted him around, that he was a bother. Izuku couldn't find one thing to live for other than his mother. If his mother sent him away because he was crazy, he no longer had anything to keep him alive. While he was unresponsive for a bit at the hospital, he realized he needed to fake being happy to get out. Izuku got out in no time. The doctors hated wasting resources on a quirkless person.

Izuku started up his life at a regular high school, nothing elite like the prestigious hero school U.A. High. Izuku didn’t know anyone so it was easy to live a comfortable life. He wasn’t bullied, he didn’t draw attention to himself, and had a couple of "friends". Izuku often studies with them, but their relationship was strictly only friends. It wasn’t until their school festival that Izuku met his demise.

The monster in disguise was a handsome boy. His name was Sugiyama Tomo. He was first person to ever flirt or hit on Izuku. Izuku, not knowing the first thing about relationships, fell into the trap. Izuku had no siblings to confide in. Izuku’s father died when he was a child so he had nothing to use as an example. Izuku never had a boyfriend before, let alone friends. It was easy for him to fall in love with the first person who showed interest in him.

Izuku and Tomo had a very one-sided relationship. Izuku never noticed because how was he supposed to know. Izuku was used to being yelled at and hit. It never really raised red flags for him. Izuku happily let Tomo do whatever he pleased. It didn't take long for Tomo to make sexual advances. Izuku never knew much about sex considering Inko never gave him the talk, so he allowed it to happen.

When Izuku began to have sex, Tomo had a field day when he saw Izuku was intersex. Tomo heard a myth that intersex people were infertile and never once brought up using protection. There were no contraceptives being used as they were sexually active every day. It was only a matter of time before Izuku was pregnant.

It happened so fast. Izuku didn’t know exactly when an egg was fertilized, but he soon started noticing strange occurrences. Izuku’s flat chest grew sore and tender. His nipples darkened to a brown shade, unlike the usual dark pink. Izuku mentioned it to his mother, worried something was going in with his breasts. Inko took him to the hospital, scared about what could be happening.

When Izuku was taken into the office, he explained what he had noticed. It seemed the doctor instantly noticed the symptoms and began asking somewhat specific questions. After questioning, Izuku was led to a bathroom for a urine sample. Inko and Izuku thought nothing of it. Urine samples were very common. When the doctor came back after fifteen minutes, he had news.

“I know what’s the cause of these sudden bodily changes,” revealed the adult, seeming a lot more relaxed after figuring out what was going on.

Inko and Izuku were tightly holding onto one another, preparing for the worst. “What’s going on with my child?”

“Well, according to the urine sample, Izuku here appears to be pregnant.”

Inko’s eyes widened in mortification. Izuku passed out. As much as Inko was horrified that Izuku was sexually active, she had to swallow down the invasive questions and anger. Inko couldn’t blame Izuku, she knew he had been in a bad spot and really loved the guy he was with. It was clear Izuku was maturing and would be getting sexual. Part of her role as a parent was to be a guide and an influence. She had done nothing to prepare Izuku for the risks of having sex.

That night when Izuku visited Tomo at their usual time, Izuku ended up breaking the news to Tomo. While Izuku found excitement in being pregnant, Tomo saw the end of the world. Izuku had something to live for and Tomo saw it as the end of his freedom. It didn’t take much for Tomo to manipulate and convince Izuku to abort the baby. Tomo told Izuku that they had all the time in the world and didn’t need to rush anything. They were still young and shouldn’t be held down by a baby. He didn't even try to sound understanding or sympathetic.

While Tomo said it just to avoid responsibility, Izuku was deeply wounded by those words. Izuku felt invalidated and begun crying. Izuku was worried Tomo didn’t love him enough to want to have a baby. The sad thing was Tomo saw Izuku as nothing more than a sex toy. That night, Tomo's sex toy left early sobbing. Tomo screamed at him for leaving early and being overdramatic. Izuku blocked it out, too overwhelmed by despair.

Inko was shocked Izuku wanted an abortion but decided if Izuku said he wanted an abortion, he could get an abortion. Izuku was young and the baby would be at risk due to his age. Izuku’s body would never be the same. Neither of them was financially stable to take care of a baby. Izuku still had high school to attend and he’d have to drop out to take care of the kid since Inko couldn’t afford daycare and they had no family. Izuku's entire life would be on hold if he chose to have the baby.

Izuku arrived at the hospital and sat down in the waiting area. Izuku was trembling, picking at his cuticles as his anxiety spiked. While Izuku and Inko were waiting for "Izuku" to be called out, a small group entered the hospital. The small group consisted of Katsuki, Eijiro, Ochako, and Aizawa. They had just wrapped up a villain attack and heading to the hospital was a shorter trip than going back to U.A. for healing. The four also had civilians they also wanted to check on.

Katsuki noticed Izuku and Inko and his body froze against his will. The three with him noticed his strange pause and looked at where he was looking. Ochako and Eijiro teased Katsuki, thinking he was in love. Aizawa, on the other hand, saw the panicked look on Katsuki’s face and knew it was something else entirely.

Inko was looking at Izuku with a worried expression, concerned about what was going through her precious child’s head. Izuku never once looked at her, staring straight ahead with a blank expression. Katsuki watched, wondering what was going on.

“Midoriya Izuku?”

Izuku got up and Inko watched him leave. Izuku walked straight toward the doctor at the door and Inko watched him disappear. She’d be called back once the operation was finished. All she could do was hang her head in her own shame.

Katsuki and Aizawa had no injuries so neither had to go back. The estimated wait was fifteen minutes for Ochako and Eijiro to get taken back. Ochako took thirty minutes and Eijiro also took thirty minutes, they were taken back separately so in total Aizawa and Katsuki were sitting there for an hour and a half. Inko was called back at the thirty-minute mark.

Eijiro was still gone by the time Izuku returned with Inko. Izuku’s face was a wet mess. His eyes were puffy from crying. His nose was red from repeatedly wiping his runny nose. Inko squeezed Izuku’s hand and whispered to him.

“How do you feel?”

Midoriya couldn’t hold back the silent tears as he quickly glanced at his mother before looking away again. “Better.”

Katsuki couldn’t do it anymore, he rose to his feet and made his way over.

“Aunty. Izuku,” called out Katsuki.

The two snapped their heads over, not noticing the voice at first. Izuku looked over and was met with a worried Katsuki.

“Kacchan?”

Inko scowled, still hostile when it came to the boy who tormented her son.

“Are you okay? What are you doing here?” questioned Katsuki, clearly distressed for Izuku’s wellbeing.

Izuku looked at his feet, unable to face Katsuki. “That’s… private.”

Katsuki nodded, backing off. “Alright… uh—shit. You’re okay though right? You’re not dying are you?”

Izuku shook his head, finally finding some confidence to look Katsuki in the eyes. “Of course I’m okay. Since when have you cared if I’m okay or not?”

Katsuki’s cheeks heated up at the direct reference to his bullying. Pushing past the guilt that hit him, he had a more important goal to achieve. “Fuck, Izuku. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you deserve to have it said to you.”

Katsuki dropped to his knees and bowed at Izuku’s feet. “I’m so sorry Izuku. I am sorry for everything I’ve done to you. I was a horrible person and I treated you horribly. I don’t deserve to be a hero, but every single day you are the reason why I try to be better. I want to be a hero worthy of your forgiveness.”

Izuku felt his eyes widen. His cheeks heated up at the dramatic apology in the middle of a hospital waiting room. “Kacchan.”

Katsuki looked up and took Izuku’s hand. “You don’t have to say anything. Don’t feel obligated to just because we have a crowd. The world deserves to know what kind of person I had been. I have to work to earn your trust and kindness again. And if you never want to see again, that’s perfectly fine and I’ll get out of your sight.”

“You idiot,” cried Izuku, too much happening all at once.

Katsuki ended up having to help escort Izuku home after making him faint. Inko softened up, seeing the sincerity in Katsuki’s words. She’d tolerate Katsuki until Izuku gave her a sign if he wanted Katsuki around or not.

Izuku unblocked Katsuki and promised to catch up with him soon. Katsuki and Izuku often hung out, feeling their natural bond come back together. Katsuki even managed to get Nezu interested in Izuku by accident. Nezu was one to snoop and caught Katsuki on the phone with someone dishing out incredible hero analysis.

Nezu brought Katsuki into his office and obtained the information of Izuku Midoriya. Two weeks later Izuku transferred to U.A. as Nezu’s personal student. Izuku was moved into Heights Alliance shortly after considering U.A. was a boarding school after an incident during Katsuki’s first year.

Izuku was allowed to pick which building he wanted to stay in and chose 2-A, the building Katsuki was staying in. Katsuki was ecstatic the moment he saw Izuku walk in his bags. Izuku was soon adopted into the class 2-A family. Izuku took a liking Uraraka, Tsuyu, Iida, Todoroki, Momo, and Tokoyami. Of course, Izuku got along well with Katsuki’s friends but he had a group of his own.

Since moving into the dorms, it didn’t take long for people to find out about Izuku's abusive relationship. Izuku would leave at least four times a week and be gone for hours. He had permission from Nezu to leave so no one questioned it for the most part. The thing that did catch their attention was that Izuku always came back a wreck and seemed beyond lifeless. Sometimes at night Izuku’s neighbors, Aoyama and Mineta, along with the person above him, Kaminari, could hear screaming over the phone in his room.

Katsuki, Mina, Sero, Kirishima, Jiro, and Momo overheard Kaminari talking to Izuku. They had been in the middle of a gaming competition. Izuku came down to grab some water when Kaminari suddenly got up to talk to him in the kitchen. While the game was on pause, they could hear the two from where they were sitting.

Kaminari addressed what he had been hearing and how he was worried. Izuku laughed it off saying his boyfriend was upset Izuku couldn’t make it the night before. Kaminari mentioned how he’s heard it multiple times and Izuku admitted it was an often occurrence. Kaminari was growing increasingly worried, confused about why Midoriya wouldn’t stand up for himself. Staying in U.A. dorms was for his safety and his boyfriend should respect that. Izuku could only respond and say how they used to spend almost all day, every day together so he wasn’t handling it well.

The group never asked about it, knowing it wasn’t their business. It was about two weeks later, Kaminari was hosting a mini party in his room. Katsuki, Mina, Kirishima, and Sero were all sitting around and talking about how they just found out Aizawa and Hizashi were married. Their light conversation was interrupted by muffled yelling. It was clear it was coming from Izuku’s room.

They couldn’t make out everything, but they heard enough to know Izuku’s boyfriend was, at the least, verbally abusive. It didn’t take a smart person to figure that out. Katsuki knew he had a big enough influence on Izuku that he’d be able to get through to him.

When Katsuki walked into Izuku’s room five minutes into listening to the Tomo screaming, he took the phone from Izuku’s hand. “Hey! Go bitch to some other fucking extra!”

Izuku looked mortified that Katsuki had not only entered his room unannounced, but he had heard everything. Not only did Katsuki hear everything, but he just yelled at Tomo. Katsuki then did something even worse and hung up on Tomo. To Izuku, it was a blessing in disguise. Katsuki sat the phone down and glared at Izuku.

“Dump that asshole. He clearly doesn’t love you. No one should ever fucking talk to you like that,” hissed Katsuki, his piercing gaze burning Izuku.

What Katsuki didn’t expect was for Izuku to explain everything. The day Katsuki reunited with Izuku was the most painful day of his life.

“Wait… you were what? Pregnant? How the hell?”

“I’m intersex. I have female and male reproductive genitalia. I identify as male and prefer if people only ever knew me as biological male,” explained Izuku, shooting Katsuki a scary look to show he was serious.

Katsuki raised his hands in defense. “Chill out nerd. It’s not my place to say anything anyways. Well, that explains the pregnant part. Now… what you’re telling me is he pressured you into an abortion?”

Izuku nodded, feeling idiotic now that it was being said out loud by Katsuki. Even if he was pressured into it, getting the abortion was for the best. Izuku was so miserable that he couldn’t see how badly it would’ve been if he kept the child. The main reason being his mental state. Izuku was no where near stable enough to care for a child.

“Yes. He did. But I wouldn’t be where I was if I kept the child. I would be miserable right now. I would have believed I made the right choice, but I wouldn’t be happy. Besides... Tomo would’ve left me,” admitted Izuku, meeting Katsuki’s gaze.

“Well fuck that guy anyways. You don’t need trash like him. You have family now and people who actually care about your thoughts and feelings,” remarked Katsuki, leaning back in Izuku’s chair.

Izuku's expression fell into something of a weak and discouraged frown. “I’ll leave him. I’m tired of the yelling.”

Katsuki nodded, getting off the chair to jump onto Izuku. Izuku screeched as Katsuki's body slammed him into the bed. Izuku fell into a fit of laughter because of the gremlin glint in Katsuki’s eyes as he jumped. Katsuki laid on top of Izuku, crushing him. Izuku didn’t mind it, finding the weight comforting.

“Can you stay the night? I don’t want to be alone,” asked Izuku, despite expecting rejection.

“I was going to do that anyways. It’s my bedtime,” grunted Katsuki, tugging the sheets over them.

Izuku and Katsuki’s phones lay on the floor as their sleepy cuddle pile took up all the space on the bed. Izuku melted like butter with Katsuki’s natural body heat. Katsuki subconsciously intertwined their limbs, hugging Izuku close. Katsuki never felt more comfortable in his life. The sweet, earthy scent of Izuku’s hair and the softness of his skin.

The following day, Izuku announced to the class he was going to be back soon and that he was dumping his boyfriend. Izuku came back disheveled and bloody knuckles. Everyone scrambled over to make sure he was okay. All Izuku could do was raise his fists with a smile.

“He tried to kiss me so I broke his teeth.”

No one had any complaints with that. Momo created some items to treat Izuku’s wounds. Everyone huddled around, beyond proud of his improved confidence. It took a lot of strength to break things off with the person who’s been psychologically and physically abusing you for the past year and a half. Izuku knew he needed to defend himself and that was exactly what he did.

Izuku obtained his hero license the following year with the rest of the third years. While he was the same kind of hero as Nezu, Izuku was invited by Katsuki to make an agency with him. Two more years passed and Katsuki asked out Izuku. By then, Izuku was flourishing and living his best life. For the decade of pain, the infinite future of good to come made it very much worth it.

Izuku went from no friends to a handful of amazing friends. He let his abusive boyfriend go with a strong punch to the face to gain a perfect boyfriend who treated him like a prince. He went from a nobody in the middle of nowhere to a popular hero.

Izuku entered his home, pulling off his shoes at the door. The smell of strong spices filled the house. Katsuki came over, wiping off his hands with a towel.

“You’re late.”

Izuku’s lip wobbled at the sight of Katsuki. Tears pooled up in his eyes and spilled out, onto his cheeks. Katsuki knew in a second that Izuku had a rough day. Katsuki pulled Izuku into his arms without hesitation. Izuku cried, soaking up the comfort of his boyfriend.

“Is it the mission you’ve been working on?” softly asked Katsuki.

Izuku nodded, hiding his face in the crook of Katsuki’s neck. “Mhmm.”

“Common. I’ve finished dinner,” huffed Katsuki, gently sliding his hand down Izuku’s palm to intertwine their fingers.

They ate in comfortable silence. Izuku never let go of Katsuki’s hand, using his left hand to eat instead. Katsuki never complained, letting Izuku hold his hand as much as he wanted.

When they wrapped up eating, they cleaned up together. There weren’t any words that needed to be said. Katsuki guided Izuku to the bathroom and started a warm bath. Katsuki massaged shampoo into Izuku’s hair and rubbed out the ache in Izuku’s upper and lower back.

Izuku needed more of Katsuki, making a move to begin kissing him. Katsuki reciprocated the kiss, feeling himself recharge as well. They spent a passionate night together. Relishing in the feeling of being connected, making love with all the passion their bodies possessed. Izuku never took his eyes off of Katsuki. Katsuki never took his eyes off of Izuku.

Katsuki laid on Izuku, pressing him into the bed with his heavy body. Izuku loved the feeling, kissing Katsuki’s jaw.

“I’m so grateful for you, Izuku.”

“Me too. I’m really happy you found me.”

“God I love you. So beautiful. So perfect. So sexy. So powerful.”

Izuku fell into a fit of laughter, drowned in kisses. “Kacchan! I love you too! Haha—stop! Kacchan!”

Izuku never felt more loved in his life, his heart full of the love Katsuki showered him in. Izuku woke up the next morning, caressing the sun-kissed skin of Katsuki. Izuku brushed a thumb over Katsuki’s eyelashes and the scars that decorated his skin.

You’re the last person I thought I would end up with, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything. You’re the only one who sees me.

Bitch I am the transgender individual 😭

Reblog if you would be comfortable living in a dormitory with an openly transgender or intersex individual. We’re working on a campaign for gender neutral housing and we could use your support.

Okay so. I see a lot of uninformed people in the intersex tag so here's a little bit of information about being intersex.

We are not 'biologically nonbinary', it's actually fairly rare for us to be assigned X at birth, the majority of us are given an assigned sex.

Intersex is a catch-all for a huge number of variations, so there is no singular 'intersex body', in fact a large number of us do not have ambiguous genitalia.

You cannot transition to become intersex. You can transition to have a mix of sex characteristics. The current most accepted word for this I've seen is Salmacian. Because intersex is an umbrella term for many many variations and conditions, saying this is similar to saying you'd like to transition to being autistic or having EDS.

A lot of us go through medical abuse in childhood, including forced hormone replacement therapy and gender reassignment surgeries, often as infants. I, for example, was forced onto estrogen as a teenager. This is something we are still fighting to make illegal without impacting trans youths access to treatment.

Not every intersex person is trans. Just like everyone else, we can be cis or trans or feel a mix of the two. Some of us are just intersex and aren't interested in further labels.

Being intersex is not really that rare. Most estimates put it about as common as red hair or green eyes. Some estimates even higher.

And finally, because I am genuinely stunned by the amount of people that don't know this. Hermaphrodite is an intersexist slur. You should not be using it if you are not intersex.

That concludes my post. Good faith questions are welcomed, and it's easy to find more information through places like interACT and the (albeit outdated) ISNA website.

According to the government, I don't exist

"Those government bastards may tell you that your existence is a crime. But no matter how dangerous you may be, just being alive, just being who you are is never wrong. What you do is your choice, there's no right or wrong in who you are." Franky, One Piece

The government may not see us, but we see ourselves, we see each other <3

Jewish intersex: a flag for those who are both Jewish and Intersex!

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A light blue background. In the center there is a yellow circle, its inside transparent to show the background color. In the circle there is a Star of David in a deep blue.

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Masculinised CTF Flag

A flag for intersex individuals who appeared fully (or at least very close to) female at birth, but whose bodies naturally masculinised themselves with age, which in my case, started at puberty. Some examples of these masculinised traits would be a tall height, a masculine skeletal structure (ex: broad shoulders and narrow hips), bottom growth, facial hair, and a deep voice; as well as a lack of feminine traits, such as very small or even nonexistent breasts.

I coined this for myself, since just calling myself CTF feels wrong but I couldn't find any labels like this that already existed, although anyone else can use it if they feel like it describes their experiences. It actually makes me very happy when I give someone the language to describe themself! No credit is needed for the term or the flag if it's for personal use (such as pronouns.cc), but if you're uploading this to a wiki or something (which is totally fine, feel free to archive any and all of my flags and labels), it's very much appreciated.

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

bitches just want us all to be perfectly perisex more than anything

Reading about how intersex athletes have been treated is so fucking horrible. The countless lies and human rights violations. The discrimination and how it's ruined the lives of so many people is so awful. There has been no apologies from any athletics comptetions or organizations. They have blood on their hands. Just a tw for intersexism and mental health issues and suicide in the next paragraph because it can get pretty heavy.

Annet Negesa, who was a middle distance runner. She was suddenly barred from competing due to her hormones. No one told her why. She was then told she needed to take medication to lower her testosterone, then what she was told was switched. She was lied to about a surgery that she was told was like an injection and would let her compete again. She woke up with scars and had had a gonadectomy. That violation of basic human rights and medical ethics combined with inadequate postsurgical care basically ended her career. She deserves justice. She deserves apologies from the Olympics and everyone single doctor who was involved in it, and compensation and the promise that it should never have happened and will never happen again. She. Needs. Justice.

Pratima Gaonkar needs justice. She was a rising track and field star. After forced sex verificatiom she killed herself. The way media and news treated her after her death was disgusting. She deserves and needs justice. Her family deserves justice.

Santhi Soundarajan had her medals stripped and was treated as an outcast after forced sex verification showed she had androgen insensitivity syndrome. She was treated as an outcast, her gender was mocked. She's spoken out about how much discrimination she's faced, and how badly she's been treated. She now works as a coach, but was barred from competing. She deserves justice.

Caster Semenya deserves justice. Francine Niyonsaba deserves justice. Margaret Wambui deserves justice. Barbra Banda deserves justice. Beatrice Masilingi and Christine Mboma deserve justice.

The racism and intersexism and horrible human rights violations and medical abuse these women have faced for the supposed crime of being intersex and good at a sport is horrible. They deserve justice, but the organizations that perpetuate these atrocities don't seem to care. It's so fucking horrible.

Oh. On the topic of transmasc stuff, I’ve got an appointment soon to discuss birth control options for me!

I’m super excited because my periods are my biggest cause of dysphoria and for the longest time I was worried I couldn’t go on birth control due to the fact that I’m intersex.

So, woohoo!! Genuinely!!

Wow uh

Finally posting something to this godforsaken app.

Um.

Hi chat.

I’m honestly trying to create a friendly little corner of this hellsite so uh, yeah! If you’re queer, neurodiverse, disabled or odd in some way shape or form hit me up.

I don’t judge.

A bit about me, I’m almost 16 (in July, woohoo!), I’m intersex and queer, VERY neurodiverse, disabled, and a little weirdo. My special interest is Scooby Doo, I love horror media as a whole, and I love film/cinema.

Nice to officially meet you all.

Hey there.

I’m Lewis.

I use he/it/shi/they pronouns.

Intersex, transmasc, xenogender user.

Bi Achillean.

I’m 15 years old, 16 in July.

I have AuDHD as well as multiple comorbid Cluster B disorders.

I BLOCK FREELY.

"Am I intersex?"

If you have ever asked this question, we hope this post finds you (and that you check out our intersex guide, which we updated today.)

Do you have high levels of androgens, or high levels of estrogen? That is intersex. (Yes, even if its from PCOS. Yes, even if you are 'female' with hyperestrogenism or hypoandrogenism, or 'male' with hyperandrogenism or hypoestrogenism.)

Do you have low levels of androgens, or low levels of estrogen (not caused by menopause/andropause)? Or does your body not process the hormones it is producing? That is intersex

Do you have chromosomes that differ from XX or XY? Or do your chromosomes "mismatch" your body? That is intersex

Is your urethra in an atypical spot, being lower or higher than expected (hypospadias or epispadias)? Were you born with an extra urethra? Or is your urethra merged with your vaginal canal, anus, or both? That is intersex

Were you born with a curved penis (congenital chordee)? Were you born with a scrotum that is atypical (penoscrotal transposition, shawl scrotum, etc)? Do you have an extra penis? That is intersex

Were you born with genitals that have absent, small, or closed parts? A narrow, incomplete, or absent urethra? A narrow or shallow vagina? An absent vagina? A hymen or tissue that partially or fully blocks the vaginal entry? A vulva that has absent labia on one or both sides? A small or absent clitoris? A micropenis? A congenital hidden/buried penis? A penis born with no foreskin? Undescended testicles (that didn't naturally descend within the first 3-6 months after birth)? Little or no genitalia whatsoever? That is intersex

Do you have ambiguous genitals (that ARENT from surgery or HRT?) Do you have a bifid scrotum? Do you have fused labia? Do you have a large clitoris (yes, even one that developed naturally during puberty)? Do you have a penis and a clitoris at the same time? Or penis with labia? Or a penis where a clitoris "should" be? Or a vaginal canal underneath a penis? That is intersex

Are your reproductive organs atypical? Is your uterus, prostate, gonads, fallopian tubes, vas deferens, or seminal vesicles small or absent? Do you have streak gonads? Do you have extra reproductive traits (extra gonads, extra vas deferens, uterus didelphys, etc)? Do you have both ovarian tissue and testicular tissue present in your body at the same time? Do you have a prostate and a uterus at the same time? That is intersex

Whether you have only ONE of these traits, or MULTIPLE of these traits - the conclusion is the same. Every single trait listed here...is intersex.

And if you used to have these things, but your body was changed (either by yourself, or as a form of medical abuse, such as genital mutilation, reproductive mutilation, hormone abuse, etc)...you are still intersex.

Doctors will very likely not diagnose you as intersex. They may actively deny your intersex status when you call yourself that. But you are intersex if you fall under any of these traits. They will instead likely tell you that you have a "hormone disorder", "urogenital/genital deformity/disorder", "reproductive disorder/deformity", "disorder of sexual development/DSD", or other intersexist work-arounds that they were taught in medical school, or personally came up with.

Not my usual content, but I made something I wanted to share...

Edit: Now with an ID from @a-captions-blog! Thank you for writing it!

[Art description: A Pokémon-themed comic featuring OP as a Pikachu. Long description follows.

1. The tips of Pikachu’s ears are shown with text that says, ‘I’m a Pikachu / My world is filled with lots of cool stuff. Sometimes it feels like anything is possible!’ Under this is a collage showing a Charizard, a Pidgeotto, a Nidoking, an Eevee, and an Ivysaur, all in the background as the Pikachu looks up in wonder. Text reads, ‘All sorts of types, all sorts of attacks, all sorts of Pokemon.’

2. Text says, ‘But...only two ways a Pikachu’s tail could look.’ Two boxes in the upper corners show the male and female Pikachu tails, respectively. The male has a rectangular end to his tale, and the female has a heart-shaped end to hers. Text continues, ‘So then, what am I?’ A large drawing of the narrator Pikachu is shown, with an arrow pointing to their tail, whose end is split somewhat like scissors and doesn’t match either the male or female drawing above.

3. Text says, ‘Too pointy to be [female], too much of a V-shape to be [male]. I thought there was something wrong with me.’ Under this are three cascading panels showing the Pikachu from below at an angle emphasizing their tail. The second panel shows mel further away, and in the final panel she have disappeared entirely. Text on the panels reads, ‘I felt / very, very, very / alone.’

4. Text says, ‘But then, something happened. I found others like me.’ The art shows the narrator reaching out to another Pikachu. Under this are three other Pikachu. One has a rounded tail, one has a tail that has been stitched up to be rectangular, and one has a tail with a slight spike at the tip.

5. Closeups are shown of each of the tails from the previous panel, with text that says, ‘Round tails, scarred tails, spiky tails.’ Under this is a drawing of the Pikachu all hugging with lightning coming from their cheeks. Text reads, ‘They told me nothing was wrong with me, and I wasn´t alone anymore.’

6. Text says, ‘There are many ways a Pikachu’s tail can look. I’ve heard there’s at least over 30 different variations.’ Under this are two panels. The first panel shows the narrator lying on their back on a background of male and female symbols. Text reads, ‘Some days are still hard.’ In the second panel, the Pikachu with the scarred tail is shown with text that says, ‘My friend tells me her tail used to look just like mine. It was taken from her.’

8. The narrator is shown sitting and looking upwards. Text reads, ‘Some trainers won’t accept Pikachu that aren’t [male] or [female]. They alter our tails without our consent. But things are getting better. We are making change. We’re fighting so that our tails will be left alone.’ Under this is a panel showing the four Pikachu running happily towards the right. Text reads, ‘We’re all on a spectrum. Every tail looks different; anything is possible.’

The final text reads, ‘This is a comic about intersex people.’ The watermark in the lower right says @ PostManic. \End descriptions

GAY

hyperestrogenism flag ^⁠_⁠^

hey i made a flag for hyperestrogenism, since the official one i found on a queer wiki is very brightly colored and WOW its.. something. the colors to my flag have no real meaning, aside from the femininity that is typically associated with this condition, and the variety of people it can affect, but you can make your own color meanings!

i dont make flags a lot, and im nervous about putting this out for the world to see, but here! take this flag, and someone please make an image id for me if you can! (i dont know how to make one)

Got bored in school. So here. And happy June to all geeks and peeps out there. (Part one I'm only allowed 10 images per post... I made 21...😢)

HELLO! I’m making a massive list of EVERY single lgbtqia+ flag (and then posting them wherever I can put them)

This is mostly to spread more YO, THERE ARE SO MANY LABELS FOR YOU GUYS WHO WANNA USE THEM, and also cause I find it fun for character creation!

If you have a Flag I can add to my list that isn’t seen much anywhere then please do either:

Reblog or send it to my inbox, with the flag, name of the sexuality, romanticality, and identity and then it’s meaning!

Microlabels are VERY MUCH ACCEPTED

what I currently have:

(I understand that I can go hunting for more but I find it nice for people to get to express themselves by showing their labels to other people)

All different kinds of the pride flags

Trans flag (will add trans masc and trans femme)

Intersex

Asexual (will grab aromantic and aro/ace)

Bisexual

Pansexual

Lesbian

AND THATS ALL I CAN ADD FROM MOBILE

But do please send in your flags for me to add! :D

(Reblogs appreciated but not forced)

gay month starts soon :]

(i hc uraume as being intersex! this isn’t canon but they still use they/them pronouns!)

Not my usual content, but I made something I wanted to share...

Edit: Now with an ID from @a-captions-blog! Thank you for writing it!

[Art description: A Pokémon-themed comic featuring OP as a Pikachu. Long description follows.

1. The tips of Pikachu’s ears are shown with text that says, ‘I’m a Pikachu / My world is filled with lots of cool stuff. Sometimes it feels like anything is possible!’ Under this is a collage showing a Charizard, a Pidgeotto, a Nidoking, an Eevee, and an Ivysaur, all in the background as the Pikachu looks up in wonder. Text reads, ‘All sorts of types, all sorts of attacks, all sorts of Pokemon.’

2. Text says, ‘But...only two ways a Pikachu’s tail could look.’ Two boxes in the upper corners show the male and female Pikachu tails, respectively. The male has a rectangular end to his tale, and the female has a heart-shaped end to hers. Text continues, ‘So then, what am I?’ A large drawing of the narrator Pikachu is shown, with an arrow pointing to their tail, whose end is split somewhat like scissors and doesn’t match either the male or female drawing above.

3. Text says, ‘Too pointy to be [female], too much of a V-shape to be [male]. I thought there was something wrong with me.’ Under this are three cascading panels showing the Pikachu from below at an angle emphasizing their tail. The second panel shows mel further away, and in the final panel she have disappeared entirely. Text on the panels reads, ‘I felt / very, very, very / alone.’

4. Text says, ‘But then, something happened. I found others like me.’ The art shows the narrator reaching out to another Pikachu. Under this are three other Pikachu. One has a rounded tail, one has a tail that has been stitched up to be rectangular, and one has a tail with a slight spike at the tip.

5. Closeups are shown of each of the tails from the previous panel, with text that says, ‘Round tails, scarred tails, spiky tails.’ Under this is a drawing of the Pikachu all hugging with lightning coming from their cheeks. Text reads, ‘They told me nothing was wrong with me, and I wasn´t alone anymore.’

6. Text says, ‘There are many ways a Pikachu’s tail can look. I’ve heard there’s at least over 30 different variations.’ Under this are two panels. The first panel shows the narrator lying on their back on a background of male and female symbols. Text reads, ‘Some days are still hard.’ In the second panel, the Pikachu with the scarred tail is shown with text that says, ‘My friend tells me her tail used to look just like mine. It was taken from her.’

8. The narrator is shown sitting and looking upwards. Text reads, ‘Some trainers won’t accept Pikachu that aren’t [male] or [female]. They alter our tails without our consent. But things are getting better. We are making change. We’re fighting so that our tails will be left alone.’ Under this is a panel showing the four Pikachu running happily towards the right. Text reads, ‘We’re all on a spectrum. Every tail looks different; anything is possible.’

The final text reads, ‘This is a comic about intersex people.’ The watermark in the lower right says @ PostManic. \End descriptions

Not my usual content, but I made something I wanted to share...

A study just came out from Harvard about how gender affirming surgeries are more commonly performed on "cisgender men/boys" than transgender and gender diverse (TGD) people.

But these men/boys have gynecomastia which, if they were born with it (and the study doesn't specify), they're not just "cisgender".

They're intersex.

How many times now have intersex people told us perisex (non-intersex) people to stop using the statistics of their surgeries just as trans talking points, while erasing intersex people on the whole?

We have no idea how many of those surgeries were forced, or coerced, onto these intersex people. Either from doctors, parents, or even societal pressure.

Perisex trans people need to do better. We have to be better allies to intersex people than this. It disgusts me just how much we have failed our own community, time and time again.

UPDATE

The study actually specifically excluded intersex people.

"Importantly, all surgical procedures among patients with indications of differences in sex development or patients with other medical indications for surgery (eg, cancer, injury) were excluded..."

I'm happy to see this particular study has taken care to exclude intersex people, since surgeries done on them cannot be compared to transgender surgeries, but please bear in mind that this is still just one study.

The horrible truth is that medical abuse against our intersex siblings is still heavily normalized within the medical industry. From using terms like DSD, to forcing kids and even BABIES into sexual binaries with non or dubiously consensual surgeries or HRT, these horrors that intersex people have to go through are all too normal for them. That's unacceptable.

If you have reblogged this post without this update, I urge you to delete that reblog and reblog this version instead. We can fight for intersex rights and (if you're also perisex) show our solidarity without spreading misinformation.

Shoutout to aromantic, transgender, intersex, and polyamorous people. Gotta be the some of the most underrepresented queer identities I've ever seen.

Reblog this if you support LGBTQIA+ rights, unfollow/dni if you can't do it

Edit: I'm sorry for not putting a flash warning before, and not reblogging doesn't necessarily make you a bad person. What I'm saying is to dni/unfollow if you don't support LGBT+ rights

To this day, many intersex people are mutilated as infants or toddlers.

From malevolent attempts to make their bodies more visually appealing to completely forcing them into a male/female binary.

Please do not just use our suffering as a 'gotcha' moment to own TERFS and other fascists. Please do not forget about us.

Edit: Also, not all parents know what is done to their child. Sometimes, they are lied to, and they are told that the surgery is necessary or even life-saving. Sometimes they are left completely oblivious, like in my case.

Having your child under the care of female staff/doctors does NOT matter. The surgeon who decided to operate on me was female.

For better readability:

Sometimes they can't wait to clip your wings.

I was two days old.

I was supposed to be a moth.

Instead I had to be pretty.

I seek healing.

I denied the false cocoon.

I'd rather be a clipped moth than a forced butterfly.

I sadly do not know how to properly ID something. Other users have reblogged with IDs however, thank you for your work.

Seeing the recent bigoted comments by transgender Olympian Hergie Bacyadan, it's past time for the perisex trans community to address the normalized intersexism/interphobia that so many of us spread.

The intersex community is constantly used as a prop by the trans community. The most frequent way you see trans people speak about intersex issues is just to remind transphobes that sex isn't binary, which is meaningless when the trans community still strictly enforces intersexist binaries like AMAB vs AFAB and TME vs TMA and Transfemme vs Transmasc, all categories that many if not most intersex people, trans or cis, cannot fit neatly into. The trans community uses the intersex community to win arguments and than makes next to no effort to make our intersex siblings feel welcome.

When talking about HRT and gender affirming care for minors, the trans community almost never uplifts the voices of the intersex community who are often forced to undergo HRT as children and surgery on their genitalia as actual babies against their will. It is important for HRT and gender affirming care to be available to transgender children, it is just as important to keep these same things that can be life saving for trans children from being forced onto intersex children who do not consent.

I implore all perisex trans people to do some reading into the history of intersex activism, and the sad reality of life for intersex people today when so many governments and health systems are still bigoted against intersex people. Uplift intersex voices, always.

Pride month is upon us! Huzzah! Include intersex people in your pride celebrations! We are so very invisible, even in queer spaces, do what you can to boost intersex voices this pride month!

We love seeing representation & we love seeing our flag alongside the lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans, etc flags!

Do not listen to TERFs on issues of intersex terminology, largely speaking, we do NOT like the term DSD.

Try not to use 'AFAB' or 'AMAB' incorrectly. These terms should be used to describe your own personal experiences, not to describe groups of people. Avoid phrases like 'AFAB anatomy' or 'AMAB socialization' when speaking on trans issues, as this excludes intersex experiences & bodies from the conversation. And note, there is no such thing as AIAB! Intersex people are always forced to be either male or female, often with surgery and harmful medicalization, this is a form of intersexist violence.

Use the word perisex (or endosex/dyadic) when you speak about people who are not intersex! The same way you use the word cisgender to speak about people who are not trans. It's important in denoting that intersex people are normal, just different.

Title : “Are you sure?”

Paring : wlw 18+

“I want you to fuck me” i pulled away breathing heavily as she began to grind down against my lap.

“Are you sure?” i asked feeling myself grow …

(mention of intersex)

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looking up startled i watched as she straddled my lap. hands moving to her ass out of instinct. “hi , my love” , i whispered lowly as i took time admiring her.

“hi baby , i missed you” she mumbled as she leaned down to began kissing along my neck. feeling myself becoming addicted to every small kiss i felt.

“oh yeah” i chucked out as i felt her hands beginning to move under my shirt. body trembling as she dragged her nails along my stomach “mhm” she said as she began to move her hands higher.

“i missed you so much daddy” she said with a slight mischievous smile before sitting back. feeling my heart rate begin to settle i looked up at her as she ran her hands along my neck.

“show me how much you missed me” i said before pulling her face towards mines and kissing her passionately. feeling her fingers begin to tangle in my hair as she lost herself in my arms.

lower my hands back to her ass i moved her slowly in my lap. moving her slightly enough for some pressure but not enough. chuckling as she began to struggle to kiss back she started grinding down harder.

trailing my hands higher as i watched her grind against me. the way her face changed as she whimpered slightly. feeling the slight pressure on my lap i moved my hips up slightly.

feeling her through her underwear on the front of my jeans as she got lost in the pleasure. thrusting slightly i watched as she started moaning louder as she fell slightly forward. pulling her into a kiss , “does that feel good princess?” i whispered against her lips as she nodded quickly.

“I want you to fuck me” i pulled away breathing heavily as she began to grind down harder against my lap.

“Are you sure?” i asked feeling myself grow slightly as i paused her on my lap. looking at her hair stuck to her forehead “please daddy” she whispered lowly as her hands started to unbutton my jeans.

feeling her small hands reach down as she ran her finger along the front of my boxers. lifting her up slightly i pushed my jeans off and lowered her on top of me. “fuck please” she begged as her clothed core made contact with me.

“fuck yourself against me” i muttered out as i sat back and watched. seeing her smile as she grinded herself slowly and pressing herself against my boxers

“you feel so good princess” i mumbled as she ran her hands down my chest. feeling her clit glide across my head as she got more lost , watching as she would gasp out everytime.

“i know you can do better than that baby faster ” i said as i guided her faster and pushed her more against me. feeling her throw her head into my neck as she moaned louder and bunched my shirt in her hands. using my free hand i grabbed her hair and yanked it back. planting kisses along her neck and collarbone marking her.

feeling myself become increasingly more possessive. leaning back “who do you belong to mama” i said lowly as made her look me directly in my eye smiling as she opened her mouth but nothing but broken whimpers escaped. slowing her down i pushed my boxers down slightly, watching as her eyes glanced down.

pulling her underwear to the side i sat her back in my lap. watching her legs squeeze around me tightly as i slowly moved her in my lap. leaning forward i whispered “who do you belong to” smiling as she struggled to speak. moving her faster against me i wrapped my hand around her throat as i kissed along the corner of her mouth.

letting go abruptly i leaned forward and kissed her, pulling away suddenly she whispered “i’m yours daddy , all yours” feeling my heart begin to pound against my chest i moved her slightly higher on my lap. feeling my head enter her slightly before exiting right after. guiding her hips i moved her to she was directly over me.

watching slowly as she sat down, gasping and moaning lowly till her ass touched my thighs. staring in her eyes i leaned forward as my lips ghosted against hers “you feel so good around me mama” kissing her passionately as she slowly bounced in my lap.

trailing my hands back to her ass , “who’s making you feel good?” i said as i started thrusting into her. “you daddy only you can make me feel this good” she sobbed out. “You're so needy it's pathetic.” i rushed out harshly as i planted my feet on the ground fucking into her.

her nails digging into my skin as i pound into her relentlessly, watching as she practically fell apart. "that's it baby i want everyone to hear what a pathetic slut you are for me” i moaned out feeling her clench around me.

leaning down to whisper in her ear “you look so beautiful like this”, “so eager & desperate to please me”. moaning louder as she started bouncing faster and reach down to rub her clit, "Just like that baby". kissing along her face as tears bunched along the corner of her eye. whispering praises into her ear as i ran my hands along her body.

"fuck it feels so good" she whispered out as her hand moved frantically. "tell me what you want princess" i said breathily as i felt myself getting close “i need to cum, please can i cum sir” she said quickly moaning out more frequently. her other hand digging into my thighs as she began sobbing.

“cum for me mama. let everyone know who’s making you feel this good” i said as i felt myself beginning to cum. watching as she smiled as she felt me slowly fill her before quickly yelling out and clenching her thighs around my lap.

“thank you daddy” she said quietly as she collapsed in my arms. kissing the top of her head as i felt my heartbeat matching hers , “you’re welcome my love , anything for you.”