Metal Medb 🏳️‍⚧️🏴‍☠️🦌

the “who goes Nazi” metric that has not failed me yet in the 21st century is: were they obsessive assholes to sex workers and/or trans women like ten years ago? yesterday?

If you aren't an abolitionist you're not antifascist and that especially includes Democrats

watching random old cartoons, and I gotta say:

ACAB includes Undercover Elephant

The Cheat, staring down at you, from a small Buddhist home shrine.

17.

@mousegirl.boo just said the most profound thing about beginning a kink scene i’ve ever heard:

“the first level of any game should be teaching how to play the rest of it”

it's not blood loss if i know the girl who took it

This is hilarious, it's literally just the Heritage Foundation ranking the service branches by how gay they think they are

i want to get railed mercilessly and then when i'm all out and tenderized she opens my legs wide and she holds me gently and passes me around

a box fan, in a wheeled plexiglass case

John Boskovich (b. 1956, Los Angeles; d. 2006, Los Angeles) Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers): Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate, 1997 Electric fan encased in Plexiglas with vinyl faux etching and Plexiglas base with casters Gift of the artist in memory of Stephen Earabino 2000.12 Soon after the death of his lover Stephen Earabino from AIDS, Los Angeles conceptual artist Boskovich discovered that Earabino's family had completely cleared out his apartment, including the artist's possessions, save for the electric box fan in this work. An entire person, existence, and relationship had been erased, like so many were during the AIDS crisis. Boskovich encased the fan in Plexiglas as a kind of evidence and added cutouts to allow its circulated air to escape and be felt by the viewer, almost like an exhalation. In a sense restoring Earabino's breath, at least as a facsimile in memoriam, Boskovich makes a tender & brokenhearted gesture toward a form of eternal life.

it's 2024, I'm done with "identifying as a woman"
I AM a woman, and if you have a problem with that, I'll identify as your worst nightmare

its 2024 i am done with "preferred pronouns" i have pronouns, and if you dont use them i am simply not going to respond

first rule of trans people:

if you know their deaname, no you don't

(to the tune of The Love Boat theme)

🎶 the throat GOAT

however you think its gonna sound, its likely better

i love reposting beautiful trans women and femmes and nb folks and oh god you're all so pretty

jsyk if i put :3333 in my texts it means im wagging my tail and the longer it is the harder and faster im wagging :333

A trans woman asks her trans girlfriend "do you have to talk like a Resident Evil villain every time you do your hormon injections." The woman doing the hormone injections brandishes her syringe, takes on a maniacal, devilish expression and says "it is not enough to live..." Her face becomes grotesque with manic delight and she shouts "I MUST TRANSCEND!" The first girl says "this was cute at first, but it's been two years of this." The woman doing HRT says "yes. YES. I can feeeel the power coursing through me."

"what if the kids see" is the same shit as a movie being rated R if it's got titties but not for violence and I think you should stop propping up puritan values in my faggot month ty (:

disneys robin hood tied up and collared

like sorry how was this supposed to do anything other than make me extremely horny

*of course* i'm a bdsm furry faggot tranny

ARF, ARF, Motherfucker Furries are fucking terrifying. Well, not to me. To me they're cool and huggable. Queer and relatable. Fun and nerdy. But to the Straights? Terrifying. But what's so terrifying about playing about with your presentation, adopting a visage both alien and familiar, and asserting an identity of your own crea-tion? Oh. Oh, yeah. If you yourself are a cog in the machine, who has no identity but what you've had thrust upon you, us queers jamming up the gears must be a nightmare. But fuck this machine. Fuck your preconceived notions about what we can be, what we must be. It never did me any good and it never did you either. So I choose a life of freedom. Arf, arf, etc., etc.. [line of paw prints]

ARF, ARF, Motherfucker

transgender tank crew who keep stopping the tank in the middle of a field to have hot sex in the cramped confines of their cockpit