I Will NOT Call My Dom(me) Mean Names

Why does he need a- … oh

"Taste"

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 deserve to be made out with and touched inappropriately right now goddammit

i think there’s actually nothing better than being randomly told “I love you” after doing something characteristically stupid. Like what do you mean I’m a lovable person and I just did something silly and you thought “of course you would do that. I love you.”. No better feeling

MY BABY

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.

can we like put dysphoria into the jar of despair forever

Like or rb if trans girls r pretty, and dysphoria is mean to them

we are so back

mood as fuck ngl

honestly at this point I don’t even wish I was attractive I just wish I could see myself as attractive. like idc if im delusional as long as im happy tbh I would fuck with that