Nevertheless, we need to talk about something that they don’t tell you when you start taking that sweet sweet testosterone… DICK CHEESE
There will come a point during your transition when your clitoris will grow into something resembling the uncircumcised dick of an infant. It’s great, but with great dickage comes great responsibility. Little Peen Peen will wanna come out and see the world every now and then, and he will take all the grossness from outside back into his little hood with him.
YOU HAVE TO MAKE SURE YOU PULL HIS HOOD BACK AND CLEAN HIM OFF T H O R O U G H L Y. If you don’t clean him, he will develop DICK CHEESE, otherwise known as smegma. This is a white-ish substance that gets hard and builds up over time. Dick cheese isn’t really visible unless you pull the hood back, but you HAVE TO CLEAN IT OR IT WILL HARDEN AND HURT.
For the life of me, I will never understand why doctors and nurses don’t teach you this stuff when you start hrt, but they really should.
Reblog to save a Peen Peen. I know this is a really disgusting thing, but it’s IMPORTANT.
what he says: I'm fine
what he means: Honestly the idea of men not being able to have emotions other than anger is really upsetting and an issue that needs to be addressed in our society. The hyper masculinity in our society that we teach to male children starting right as they are able to speak is an issue, we should be teaching kids that feelings are okay and that they should be able to express themselves in a healthy manner instead of bottling it up because "crying isn't manly"
you say i am too young
too young to be a feminist
too young to know my own sexuality
too young to be depressed
too young to hate
too young to protest
too young to be an activist
too young
too stupid
too naive
and you are right
i am too young
too young to be scared of bullets ricocheting through my school, embedding themselves into my fellow classmates and having to watch as the life from my best friends once bright and hopeful eyes flickers out, knowing i will never be able to apologies for that stupid fight we were having, knowing i will never be able to laugh, smile, or talk with her again, knowing i will never be able to hug her again, knowing i will never be able to tell her i love her one last time
too young to be scared of being raped by a man while i walk down the street in my school uniform because i can feel his eyes watching me and i should have waited for someone to walk with me, i should have waited for jacky to have finished her test so we could walk together because now if something happens to me it’s my fault but i just wanted to go home to get ahead on schoolwork
too young to be scared of finding my friend dead in a sticky pool of her own crimson blood because slitting her wrists and watching the blood flow was better than living or finding her body cold and lifeless on the bathroom floor with candy colored pills scattered around her and stuffed down her throat because she’d rather go out in a loopy daze than try to withstand and fight the torment and i couldn’t make it in time to stop her
too young to be scared of seeing a familiar face on the news because jordan was black and looked older than his actual age and the white middle aged cop shot in “self defense” even though jordan was unarmed and innocent or because elias was muslim and was carrying a “suspiscous” bag and was shot and later died because the police officers thought he was a “terrorist” when elias just wanted to get home to his mom and little sister with a jewelry box to give them, which now sits in peices on the concrete floor
too young to be scared of finding my lgbt friends killled, abandoned, or sent off to a conversion camp because all they wanted was love and acceptance but instead they found hate and rejection because they were “disgusting sinners” who were just “confused” and katy is finally back from camp but she doesn’t even remember my damn name
too young to be sobbing with such lose and grief over people so dear to me who were killed and died too young because no one would help them because all of their cries were “fake” because they were too young to know “real” pain
too young to be scarred, bruised, bloody and beaten by a war i did not start or choose to fight in
you say i am too young
and you are not wrong
i am too young
too young for
H O M O P H O B I A
R A C I S M
S E X I S M
R A P E
S E L F H A R M
S U I C I D E
G U N V I O L E N C E
and
S C H O O L S H O O T I N G S
to be normal to me
i should not be so desensitized by this violent reality
so yes, i am too young
but you cannot blame me
for my hyper awareness of our reality
my generation was born with information at our fingertips
and we have been told to sit still and be quiet
because the adults were talking
but you had your chance
it is now our turn to speak
and our turn to fight
because our rage is pure fire
and with every ragged breath we take
our lungs get more shredded by all of the hate and misery
that is ingrained so deeply in our society
you say we are “too sensitive”
because we are “hormonal teenagers who cannot control our emotions”
and therefore we “cannot have opinions”
but you can no longer invalidate our claims as we yell for change
because the DEATH of our classmates
and the BLOOD of our friends
has paved the path for this revolution
your generation may have won battles
but my generation will be the one to win the war
my generation will be the one to instill change and bring peace
because we grew up in a hating world spiraling into darkness and death
and dying was never our biggest fear
watching the world burn around us was expected
but we fully intend to repair the damage you all have so carelessly done
>>we are generation z and we will be the ones to rise from the ashes<<
3/31/18
started: 2:31 a.m.
finished: 3:49 a.m.
Hi, there. I’m wearing a shirt that reads “Kill Me”. If you saw me at a party or on the street would you promptly murder me? What about if I had a few drinks? What if I was walking alone at night? I’m guessing that you wouldn’t if you’re a sane individual. The cops wouldn’t overlook your crime because of what I’m wearing because that’s silly. I wasn’t literally asking for you to kill me based on my choice of clothing. Who would take that defense seriously?
My friends wouldn’t blame me for being murdered and my killer would be behind bars almost instantly. So, why is it okay to rape someone because they’re wearing revealing clothes? Why does THEIR choice of clothing excuse THEIR attacker? It doesn’t. You’re silly if you think otherwise. The less guilt on the attacker. The more guilt on victim. Stop. Victim. Blaming.
Witches drawing a sigil on trans boys’ binder labels to make sure they stay safe and healthy while wearing them Witches helping trans boys to destroy their dysphoria by getting them to stomp their feet and shaking it all out, quickly sweeping it away with their broom
Witches enchanting a necklace to give trans boys happiness in their hair cut and jaw line Witches taking trans boys for a calming walk in the forest, making them an antler crown from broken twigs and saying they look like a very handsome forest Prince Witches giving trans boys a piece of Carnelian to squeeze every time they take a deep breath and prepare to speak to give them confidence in their voice Witches making up specially charged cups of tea to send positive energy from head to toe as a substitute for T when trans boys are really down for not having it yet, as a magical “tea” shot Witches cursing transphobes and not letting anyone harm their trans brothers Witches falling in love with trans boys and being so excited to watch their boyfriends grow into charming young men full of star dust Witches protecting trans boys
it’s not always safe to be open about our craft and sometimes we all just need someone to gush to about that new crystal we got and that spell that worked surprisingly well
BPD:
Is not multiple personality disorder
does involve extreme reactions to abandonment whether real or perceived
does involve unstable and intense interpersonal relationships
does involve impulsivity
does involve recurrent suicidal tendencies or self harm
does involve affective instability due to a highly reactive mood (i.e. periods of intense anxiety for example will last for a couple of hours and rarely more than a couple of days)
does involve chronic feelings of emptiness
does involve intense feelings of anger/difficulty controlling anger
does involve stress related paranoid thoughts or severe dissociative symptoms such as feeling cut off from oneself.
You also only need to display 5 of these symptoms. Thus people can have bpd without the unstable relationships that is stereotypical of bpd. I know they are common symptoms but they aren’t aren’t the only ones. Also please learn the difference between multiple personality disorder (dissociative identity disorder) and bpd. Just because I dissociate sometimes doesn’t mean that I have DID. Learn the difference and stop saying the only way to be bpd is to have unstable and intense relationships.
Tokoyami’s room
haha
i just idly thought about the idea of a computer downloading sexualities so i made a comic. i thought it was funny but it might not be