My biggestweakness? Oh, it’s simple. It’s when someone casually admits, “I was thinking about you.” That’s it. That’s the weakness.
Tell me you were lost in thought, and somehow, I crossed your mind. That in the middle of your day, your brain decided, yes, her. That something—anything—made you think of me, and you felt the need to say it. Maybe it was a song, a joke, a fleeting memory, or just the way the light hit something just right, and for a moment, I lived there, tucked away in your thoughts.
Oh, and if you hesitate before admitting it, like you’re shy about it? If you fumble a little, like maybe you shouldn’t be saying it but you want to? Yeah, I’m done for. Completely ruined.
(whether legally or otherwise)
If multiple reasons, select the one that was foremost. For example, my name (Anastasia):
I chose first and foremost for the meaning, and will vote for that here
I chose for the aesthetics, as a secondary but also critical factor (I would not have chosen a name I didn't like aesthetically, no matter how appropriate the meaning)
I also chose for the "other" reason: because it's pronounceable in all the languages I speak and doesn't violate their orthography rules so doesn't require modification from language to language
(My name's short form, "Nastja", I chose as a matter of aesthetics, and because I have reasons to reject each of the other common shortenings of my name; Ana gets mistaken for a different name with a different meaning, and I don't like Stacey etc aesthetically. And now, the name Nastja has extra meaning to me, because by coincidence I ended up with a girlfriend with the same name, who since died, so now I have the honour of wearing it for both of us)
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.
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.
I literally don't know what possessed me to make an 11 page comic over these sad old men! bon appetit <3
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!
If you'd like to read more of The Prettiest Platypus, you can read it on Webtoons here!
monster hunter core
Poorly drawn Gible line
*Gropes her tits.* Whoops, my hand slipped. Sorry about that. *Gropes her tits.* Silly me. I'm so clumsy. *Gropes her tits.*
in her ear panting “take it. fucking. take it.”
Yoyoyo, Thamora here! Just another trans gal... creature thing on this silly app reblogging whatever she finds cool at the time. Also may post art occasionally~ (18+ and WILL feature some horny shit because,,,, idk i like people)
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