Has Me Think About That Fanmail To Lemmy Kilmister From Some Black Metalhead Who Was Looked Down Upon

This. This is exactly what it is.

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation, the goal of which was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-denial that so many of us once learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to

seeing younger transfems gives me hope.

seeing same age transfems gives me joy.

seeing older transfems gives me hhhhnkrkgkkrbbnfkkkfbf

Don't step back a single inch.

Also: omg trans cattos just like meeeeeeee

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

EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.

I'll never be able to wrap my head around how, somehow, my country's English classes, which predominantly are there to teach us English and only mention anglophone history and culture on the side, seem to give us a better overview on U.S. history than history classes in the U.S. give, despite them mostly focussing on U.S. history.

(pissed because I just heard of an adult U.S. citizen who didn't know about Jim Crow laws)

Oh I'll bean you into the beaniest bean to ever have bean

hello, fellow silly bean :3

Omg, another silly bean?! Woahhh :0 *commences with intense silliness*

@practicalkim us? 👉👈

making out with a girl between classes at the bottom of some barely-used stairwell, one hand down her skirt groping at her bulge and the other with a thumb in her mouth, her mind too blank to notice I'm biting and gnawing on her cheek enough to leave some verrry conspicuous marks, then when we have to go, leaving the building and walking with her across campus, not bothering to let her know about it :3

Her not noticing until after her next class when she sees herself in a mirror in the bathroom, me looong gone :3

I love giving huggies :3

do care + did ask + im hugging you + im hugging you + im hugging you + im hugging you + im hugging you

Behold, the humourous output of my ginormous brain!:

I am suuuuuch fnnuy