I Literally Don't Know What Possessed Me To Make An 11 Page Comic Over These Sad Old Men! Bon Appetit

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The great dichotomy of the trans experience, sometimes it's fun to joke about it, but other times... it just hurts. Thank you to my friend Gemma for making this wonderful collaboration comic possible, please go follow on her socials!

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holy shit

For your future information, here are medical innovations younger than both the basics of HRT for trans ppl & the first gender-reassignment/gender-confirmation surgery. I put together this incomplete list earlier today bc I was bored:

all organ transplants

most modern vaccines, including the polio vaccine

the gluten-free diet as a treatment for celiac disease

synthetic insulin

oral contraceptives

MRIs

the concept of a "blood bank"

pacemakers

hydrocortisone

ibuprofen

diazepam

artificial hearts

sumatriptan

naproxen (Aleve)

tramodol

dialysis

ECT

ondansetron (Zofran)

chemotherapy

IVF

CPR

CT scans

transdermal patches

liposuction

intravascular stents

penicillin

In case you run into someone talking about how 'experimental' HRT is.

“sorry i can’t come out, i have plans”

the plans:

the way fandoms are desperate to make all aroace characters romance and sex favorable but then dont do anything remotely similar to any other identity is astounding. hmm i wonder why

PLEASE dont derail this about shipping characters of other identities please let this one post be about an aroace struggle

Magical healing and comfort, but not just healing magic

A character with fire/heat powers massaging a knotted muscle with hot hands, being able to dig in nice and deep as the warmth relaxes the area

A character with ice/cold powers carding their fingers through someone's hair, soothing a headache

A character with hypnotic powers lulling someone into a trance and clearing their mind, easing their anxieties so they can hopefully get some sleep

A character with plant magic keeping a bouquet fresh and vibrant by their friend's bedside, knowing the colors will at the very least cheer them up and give them something beautiful to look at

A character with water magic combining it with a soft cloth washing away tears, sweat, or blood from another character's face

A character with electricity magic frantically grabbing someone near-death and shocking them, refusing to move until they hear their heart leap back to life and pulse under their hands

chicken jockey

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wanna wake up in the arms of a soft and warm and sleepy girl actually

logically I know pussy isn't supposed to come in fruity flavors but emotionally mine would taste like strawberries & cream dr pepper

I deserve to be kissed breathless, held down against silken sheets, my body claimed in a way that leaves no room for anything but desire. I want a lover’s hands—soft yet certain—tracing the lines of my body, exploring every inch of the girl I’ve fought to become, every curve that wasn’t always there but feels so right now. Fingertips brushing against bare skin like they’re memorizing me, like I’m something sacred, something worth worshipping.

I want lips that linger—teasing, tasting—before sinking into mine like they’ve been starving for me. A girl who knows exactly how to unravel me, whose touch makes me melt, whose voice sends shivers down my spine with every whispered praise. Someone who sees me—truly sees me—as I am: a mess of soft femininity and sharp edges, of playfulness and longing, of a trans girl who just wants to be held, kissed, cherished.

I want to be tangled up in another woman, our bodies pressed so close it feels like we’re sharing the same breath, her warmth sinking into me, grounding me. Someone who knows when to be gentle, when to tease, and when to ruin me completely, leaving me dazed and breathless beneath her.

I deserve to be desired, to be adored, to be taken apart and put back together again in the arms of someone who understands—who craves me just as much as I crave her. And if I don’t get it soon, I just might go absolutely feral.