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.
Hey, don't cry. Domesticated ghasts in minecraft, okay?
MY BABY
(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)
As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'
I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'
“sorry i can’t come out, i have plans”
the plans:
meowdy! :D
i cannot save you, but I can save your child.
I will give them the love and care and warmth you wanted to give them, if only you were able to fight a little longer.
I will tell your child of how hard you fought for them, how you gave every part of yourself to ensure your child survived. how you used your bones for their shelter, your meat for their hunger, your tears for their thirst, used your life for theirs. they will know of your sacrifice, and that the sacrifice was of love.
I will give your child what you could not, in your honor. they will know of the warmth of love instead of the scorching heat of despair. they will know of open skies instead of restraints and cages. they will know of happiness and full bellies and gentle rest and of ease.
these should have all been yours to begin with, and yours to give to your child, but my forefathers stripped that of you and your kind. whether I am doing this of my own morality, to atone for the sins of my ancestors, out of guilt that should not be mine, out of kindness from one creature to another... I do not know.
This is my final apology to you.
im sorry I couldn't save you, but I will save your child.
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
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.
i literally just got this app like 2 days ago and already followed so many people, is that??? normal??? how do i tumblr help
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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