scenario: you just ate out a girl with a huge bush. is it considered bad form to excuse yourself to floss?
I’d say yes. Hmm… Just keep the floss with you, roll over/turn around (whatever the circumstances), and string that stuff through your teeth and clean shit up. Unless they ask you to clean up. I mean, who wants kissin’ on their own pubes?
I don’t feel trapped in the wrong body and I never have.
My “persistent discomfort” is not caused by my gorgeous bod, its caused by the cissexism around me.
I don’t wish I was born a cisgender male, nor have i ever wanted a “cock” in the cisnormative sense.
When I was a little girl I LOVED BARBIES (granted all I did was dress them up and make them have lots of queer poly sex).
My masculinity is not threatened by… anything. Not my own femmeness, not my body, not my girlfriend’s masculinity. nothing.
I LOVE having sex, i LOVE being a switch, and the parts of my body to which gender and sex are assigned are not off-limits to my partner.
I have never ever felt sure about testosterone or top surgery. If I ever choose to engage with either of those things in anyway, I will probably feel a lot of hesitation, pain, doubt, confusion, excitement, fear, joy, and other rich and complex emotions.
My gender does not have a destination or a starting point and it cannot be pinned down or accurately described ever.
I’m not particularly interested in looking how “men are supposed to look.”
I ADORE being FEMME. Reclaiming femme has saved my life.
and last but not least
I STRONGLY disagree with more mainstream transgender politics.
MY “LIBERATION” WILL NOT COME FROM INCLUSION IN A CISSEXIST, RACIST,(NEO)COLONIAL, HETEROSEXIST, ABLEIST, NATIONALIST, CLASSIST, CAPITALIST (etc) STATE.
I won’t fight for marriage rights, or the opportunity to join the military. But I will fight tooth and nail to question systems of power like these, and to encourage my fellow trans* folks to do the same.
(I don’t mean to imply there is something wrong with your experience if you feel differently. This is just my experience.)
1-my best friends are. 2- What I hate most about myself. 3- What I love most about myself. 4- What I’m really good at. 5- What I’m really bad at. 6- Biggest turn ons. 7- Biggest turn offs. 8- What I want to be when I get older. 9- My relationship with my sibling(s). 10- My relationship with my parents. 11- My idea of a perfect date. 12- My biggest pet peeves. 13- A description of the boy I like. 14- A description of the person I dislike the most. 15- A reason I’ve lied to a friend. 16- Where I have lived before. 17- A description of the family I want to have when I’m older. 18- What my greatest achievements are. 19- What I hate the most about school. 20- How my last kiss when down. 21- Most embarrassing moment. 22- What my last text message says. 23- What words upset me the most. 24- What words make me the best about myself. 25- A description of my self-esteem. 26- A description of my best friend. 27- The reason behind my last break up. 28- My favourite songs right now. 29- A wish that I’ve wished for repeatedly on 11:11. 30- An internal conflict I have with myself. 31- The meanest thing anyone has ever said to me. 32- The sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
What is your greatest fear. Silly Q, but I feel it is telling. What you fear defines you, also I only have 1 Q...
Never experiencing mutual love. I’m sure I’ll experience relationships. I’m afraid, though, that either I won’t love someone the way they may love me or that no one I happen to love, or want to love, will return the feelings.
who’s bussiness is it that I wear a dress one day and bind the next?
Whose business is it that I wear boys sneakers and a blouse?
It isn’t for you to decide.
My gender is not for you to judge.
“you wake up in the morning and decide what gender you are?”
No, I wake up in the morning and do what makes me feel most comfortable in this body.This body that I love but am sometimes trapped in because my mind wants one thing and what I put on tells me another.
If I throw on a dress on a male day, I’m probably going to end up crying my self to sleep.
bind on a female day? same fucking result.
I’m queer. That is my gender, that is my sexuality, that is my everything, and you don’t have the right to drive me to tears because of what feels natural to me.
I don’t need to choose a gender.
I choose to express my gender, and am proud of my gender identity cause it took me a long time to get here and you have no right.
not now, not ever to hurt me.
so take your slurs and misjudgements, take your hatred and justifications else where. I have to deal with you and your bigotry for 25 more days, and darling, trust me.
The last thing I want is to upset you. I won’t upset you. I refuse to.
But if you’re going to hurt me because of something you don’t understand, then you don’t deserve my explination.
I am not Merriam or Webster, I don’t have to define anything.
So the next time you want to tell me that I really need to choose one, I’m going to flick you off cause I’m fucking done.
I find this fascinating, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to settle on an opinion. I’d like an update in 5 years to see how it turns out. The parents are right, though. The first thing you want to know about a person shouldn’t be what’s between their legs.
If I ever have kids, I want to do this. I’m all for it.