Malí 🏳️‍⚧️

a boy asked me if i wanted to facetime w him and masturbate but i kinda like him so instead of being offended i replied “fuck it we ball” what the actual fuck is wrong w me? 🙃

not gonna say it’s the MOST insidious aspect of sending us to men’s prisons, as that would be the rape and sexual slavery, but holding that over our head to discourage us from direct action in a time when it is arguably needed more than ever is so fucking evil and dystopian

1 of 2 genders, female at conception

i could spend whole afternoons arguing w myself over how to properly rank the eeveelutions

a core part of my worldview is the belief that as we approach death and feel our mortality more undeniably, we project that feeling across the world, so we mistake our life winding down for the whole world being on its way out, and act in reaction to the latter and not the former

my transition timeline photos are kinda like if trunks transitioned to bulma lol

i honestly believe the job i’d be best at is something akin to ‘sex priestess in the ancient mediterranean’. just some semi oracular, overly dignified heaux that can render an orgasm divine and transcendent with her half manic sensuality, creative riffing, and excessively indulgent poetics

i feel like voice training “completion” is the final boss of an mtf gender transition. a real miyazaki hellspawn whose mechanics strip u of your hrt armor and surgical summons, leaving u fighting for your life one clumsy tongue roll at a time

i feel like voice training “completion” is the final boss of an mtf gender transition. a real miyazaki hellspawn whose mechanics strip u of your hrt armor and surgical summons, leaving u fighting for your life one clumsy tongue roll at a time

“definitely not elon”: i prefer to remain neutral

also “definitely not elon”: joe biden can’t distinguish who his vice president is at any given time. this is something i believe and state as fact

Voice training by playing Octopath Traveler 2 and parroting all of Agnea’s lines.

When you open an avocado, the difference between it being perfectly green and vibrant and bright vs pitted and spotted and blackening is like the difference between the sun smiling just for you and a bird shitting on your face.

Your girl just got her first job as a visibly transed human being. Now I’m out here voice train cramming like it’s my last night to study before a test 💀

One of my favorite community crossovers is trans folk watching gym science yt videos because we all have such a shared obsession with neurotically managing our hormone levels. Shout out to the juiced up bodybuilders schooling me on the pros and cons of subQ vs IM injections 🤝

The Fallout series really undersells just how awesome it would be to find toilet paper in the apocalypse.

We’re all flower girls from the Midgar slums who deep down just want to fuck Cloud.

Some of y’all MFs evil fr and I miss the days when you had sense enough to keep that wretched shit to yourselves but here you are sharing it on main

If forced to triangulate myself referencing only the art that I love, I’d throw Cormac McCarthy, Ocean Vuong, and Mozzy into the sky and leave it to y’all to pluck some sense of me free from the space between the constellation.

“Let’s distill a wide spectrum of sexual expression down to two Rorschach ink blots and fuck you if you don’t see yourself inside them. Also, you’re a pervert!”

Dogmatic commitment to Blanchard typologies as a trans girl is like pledging your self image to a binary zodiac system and wondering why you never get any real clarity or peace.

Basketball and Boxing have the best lore in sports. Excellent world building, top tier character design, very compelling narrative arcs.

My body dysmorphia has ran into my gender dysphoria and I’ve become all at once obsessed with growing my butt, constantly convinced I have no butt, and often embarrassed about this huge butt I’m now walking around with.

People talking about things as malleable and living as language and culture like they’re these monolithic, immovable constructs will always be so wild to me.

Basically, I’m chasing a hyper fem ideal highly informed by late nineties video games, and that’s why I’m out here taking gymnastics classes as a stiff bodied 34 year old shapeshifter.. 🤸🏻‍♀️😥

I want to be Kuja at the Iifa Tree, resplendent in his blouse and bikini kink, riding his silver dragon through the air with the sort of practiced and dramatic vacuity Paris Hilton might apply to a taxi ride.

I want to bloom, a demure cactus flower that will induce vomiting and introduce you to desert sprites if consumed on an empty stomach.

I want to be a fem of the highest order, a pastel Princess Peach whose base jump is a fluttery glide of high heels and hosiery beneath a delicately hoisted floor length gown.

For a long time I was a firefighter, and was generally around larger men who gave me the internal sense that I was petite. Now I hang out with my family of 5’2” Latinas and feel like a fucking Jötunn

You know how Tom Cruise demands all his movies be filmed in a way that makes him look taller? I want something akin to the opposite of that treatment in life. Just a gaggle of giants everywhere I go making me feel like the delicate and demure 5’2” interloper I am inside.