Pink Moon.

Or you just forget every relevant fact about the topic the moment it feels like a conflict

If you made me think about markiplier's pillowey man-bosoms again, I'm making everyone else think about them too.

trans women r literally so cool theu get tits AND a prostate?? i thought only markilpler could do that

A comic about forging my chosen name! 🏳️‍⚧️ Does your chosen name have a story behind it? What kind of sword/equipment would you picture your name as? ⚔️

The past few days have not been great, so I can only manage a basic vector drawing right now. I don't have many experiences of trans joy, but I wanted to share where I'm at with the process.

To anyone else struggling, know that you aren't alone. Hang in there, we'll be free to be ourselves one day.

yeah golden retreiver boyfriends are great and I've met several personally, but personally I have a house cat boyfriend

extremely affectionate despite of seeming aloof and politely distant to unfamiliar people

my friends have seen him irl less than 5 times in the five years I've had him - if I invited people over he would hide under furniture until they're gone

haha you got up from your work desk, time for unskippable 35 minutes of kisses and cuddles

can and will throw up out of sheer anxiety because Things And Events Are Happening that do not even involve him in any way

can instinctively sense exactly when I am going to decide I'm done bedrotting and will climb on top of me to cuddle exactly 3 minutes before I was just about to get up

can be placed sideways on any soft surface at any time of the day and immediately takes a five hour nap

cannot eat or drink in unfamilair places. can and will go 16 hours without food or water if the situation is uncomfy.

unhelpful but valiant efforts to try to protect and rescue you from things and situations that he would personally hate being in, out of not understanding of Why Are You In There Voluntarily

will come show me incomprehensible memes the same way a cat will bring you a random bug. thank you. I do not understand it but I know you brought it to me because you love me.

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation. the goal, for them, 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-deprivation that so many of us 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

The thing about Terry Pratchett is the stories are so good and the jokes are so funny and the incisive quotes are so memorable and humane that sometimes it's easy to forget that the man could just... put together a sentence like no one else.

I remember the first time I read Thud the phrase "hell went for a stroll with its sleeves rolled up" took me out at the knees. It's just... Perfect. It captures exactly what it needs to capture, conjures what it needs to conjure. Does it concisely and eloquently. It's just... Perfect.

And every time I reread it, it takes me out again.

Man, Pratchett could write.

chivalry is my complete and utter weakness. holding my hand and guiding me through a crowd; gently pushing at others that are squeezing me in. good morning texts, good night texts, "I'll be gone for a bit, but I'll text you later" texts. holding doors open for me-- hand on the small of my back as I enter. pushing the grocery cart. fixing my hair. picking up my bag without question when I'm sore. leading in front in haunted houses and holding me during scary movies. "No, don't worry, I got it." "Talk to me, love; I'm here." "He said what to you? Ooh, I'll be right back." making sure I'm fed, making sure I feel okay. beacon of safety-- an unspoken you won't be harmed when I'm near.

Kinda wanna be a girl but I'm 6'4" and built like a linebacker. So ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You can be a girl you can always be a girl there’s no kind of body that unable to be a girl you need to become a girl

sad lonely transfem you are everything good in the whole wide world. please never forget.