You Done Staring Yet?

I wish gay hedgehogs were real 😔

emo bitch

This fucking video sucks so goddamn much I hate it lmao

I guess I only have myself to blame for being so fucking naïve to think this might be some sorta cool artistic analysis on the title cards and what the more unique elements are inspired by or whatever. The best this dude can even muster is "yeah this ones blue and has these zig-zaggy shapes. Not much to say. Moving on---" what a fucking waste. Even the biggest fucking freebie with Sonic Forces is just literally wasted. Dude literally says "[it] has this red, black, and white color palette going on, and it sticks to that with these title cards. Besides that though, not much to say here".

Wow I wonder what these red, black, and off white patterns in left-to-right upward diagonal formations (ie not neat, lacking conformity) might represent or be inspired by in this game about fighting back and resisting against Eggman's global fascist empire. Guess there's really just not much to say here, smh........

affirmations:

- it's okay to stare at my tits

- it's okay to think about my tits

- it's okay to get wet thinking about me holding your face in my tits while you struggle to breathe

- it's okay to want to put your cock in my tits

- murder is ok

Is baptizing your new nsfw Tumblr account with artificially induced breast milk heresy? don't answer that

ko-fi

by ribosoma@ribosoma_42

if you wanna understand why transmisogyny is so horrifying you have to understand the sorts of social and cultural patterns it takes to abuse someone until they will happily fulfill the role of the fetishized tokenized tranny bc any other option means isolation and death.

patriarchal society needs its sacrificial hypersexualized disgusting living sex-objects, and transmisogyny is how it tries to turn a human into that. i keep thinking abt this 4chan thread i read ~2013 shortly after i came out, in which a chaser talked about how he specifically liked dating trans women because “they have such low self-esteem that you can make them do anything”. he went on to talk about how he specifically looks for trans women with “dead, lifeless eyes” (aka dissociated from ptsd) because “they’re like a doll you can mold into whatever you want, then discard when you’re done, and there will always be more desperate for love”

that’s what transmisogyny is: a systematic pattern of abuse applied to a small sacrificial portion of the population to create a class of women with no claim to community or personhood, who will never be defended or avenged, who can be safely sunk into the attrition of patriarchy’s darker desires to protect the cis women, who after all could one day be mothers or some other kind of person. we are the class sacrificed to men’s violence and cis women’s violence. the socially unimportant. the weird and ugly. the punching bag. the blowup doll that talks. the mad artist that produces something great and then must burn out cause who could support that eccentric through life? the activist who makes huge steps for the better but stumbles on a community that would rather rape and abandon her than admit that it needs her. the queen of the dance who gets beaten with sticks as she’s leaving it and no one helps.

and its easy to do this, by painting the class as predatory, by making us hate and fear our own genitals, by indoctrinating us with an absurd amount of self-hatred, by giving us no out, no safe community, no one we can ever turn to. every cis person becomes a beartrap just waiting to swing shut and take out a chunk of flesh. and with fear and trauma we start to disappear from the world. we commit suicide, we overdose on heroin, we starve quitely in rooms playing videogames, or we become the tranny they want, deadeyed and always compliant and always ready to soak up blame. but whatever happens its the same: over time, we cease to exist. the person we are withdraws from the world until there is little to nothing left.

i don’t know how to stop it, but this has to stop. this is not something anyone ever should have to go through.

Just burying my hands in the hip-meat of some needy whore, hips smacking against their wobbly ass from behind with the same force I might use to leave marks on it with my palm. Making them take every last inch of my fat fucking girlcock until they've forgotten what time is as a concept.

Having them on their knees once I've emptied my balls inside of their sopping, searing-hot cunt enough times to knock them up thrice-over, forcing them to clean me from tip to balls. Grabbing them by the back of the head and making another mess with their sloppy throat and spit-laden lips.

I'm horny tonight, can you tell?