#Man! I Feel Like A Woman!

[lesbiciousbeginnings]

I Love the feeling of the wind in my leg hair

#mine #man! I feel like a woman!

[ivygorgon]

Ode to Trans Femmes

The first in a set of gender based playlists I made. It is meant to be listened to in order and on repeat. Some song choices may warrant explanation, analysis under the cut.

Ode to Trans Femmes song choice analysis

Man! I Feel Like A Woman!

Song by Shania Twain

To start positive; celebrates vital femininity.

Woman Up

Song by Meghan Trainor

Still celebrating vital femininity

Shea Diamond – American Pie

Frustration Arc

We take a step back to have frustrations about social barriers we face. This song is angry and desperate for the safe Americana enjoyed around it.

The Village

Song by Wrabel

Frustration Arc

This song validates those frustrations and says it isn't our fault. The system was built this way and we can grieve our lost place.

Twisted Transistor

Song by Korn

Frustration Arc

This song pulls from the same frustrations as American Pie and encourages us to celebrate the ways in which we cope, giving the example of music. (Huh, meta.)

Nine Days – Absolutely (Story of a Girl)

We just finished airing out a lot of feminine frustrations and highlighted rather bleak experiences. Here we're bringing them back up, complimenting their smiles and comforting them while they cry.

Steam Powered Giraffe - Transform

Transform pontificates on acceptance and peace but settles at being allowed to exist. (existential)

Alive

Song by Pearl Jam

Authentic Arc

Alive marks the beginning of the authentic arc. The song is about the invisible curse we might find we carry. The subject distances themself from the room they grew up in as "a young man's room" and goes on to describe an encounter with a woman that leaves them dissociated. I interpreted this as the earliest hints of self discovery.

IDK If I'm a Boy

Song by Blue Foster

Authentic Arc

This singer is describing how they relate their given masc identity to their innate feminine nature. They are trying on titles like shoes and grappling with not having femme passing privilege. They sound disoriented and directionless, but convinced that they've taken steps in their right direction.

The Middle

Song by Jimmy Eat World

Authentic Arc

This song replies to IDK if I'm a Boy's uncertainty for the future and tells the subject "not to write themselves of just yet" because the story is still being written. It also invalidates the opinions of the nay-sayers as bitter hearted.

GIRLI - Dysmorphia

Authentic Arc

Dysmorphia replies to The Middle's "disregard the haters, love your self harder" message with "Even if I do, I still have to come home to myself, and she isn't as nice as you."

Let Me Love You

Song by Kobra and the Lotus

Authentic Arc

The song Let Me Love You sees Dysmorphia's plea to acknowledge our inner pain, validate it, and, most of all, accept it, and replies with the unconditional love and support asked for. This song concludes the authentic arc saying: You're loved even still. You are worth protecting and you will never be alone.

This ends the structured part of the playlist

Just a Girl

Song by No Doubt

This song says, so what if I'm just a girl, I still have human rights. It expresses frustration with sexism and reclaims girl power

I love myself today Bif Naked

This song reads as a type of "break up" from yourself, your old definition of self that held you back. You're breaking up from the person whose shoes you are wearing, whose noose you're taking off.

Bad Reputation by Avril Lavigne

A conclusion to the playlist that is meant to impart the beauty, pride, and dignity being found in our messy experiences. Yeah, everything might be a mess right now, but you're YOU, and YOU'RE ALIVE, and you know what to do.

#Ode to Trans Femmes #trans femme #trans positivity #trans women #transgender #spotify #Man! I Feel Like A Woman! #Shania Twain #Woman Up #Meghan Trainor #American Pie #Shea Diamond #The Village #Wrabel #Twisted Transistor #Korn #Absolutely (Story of a Girl) #Nine Days #Transform #Steam Powered Giraffe #Alive #Pearl Jam #IDK If I'm a Boy #Blue Foster #The Middle #Jimmy Eat World #Dysmorphia #Let Me Love You #Kobra and the Lotus #music

[costumes-hub]

Shania Twain Costume

Get the full guide here!

Shania Twain’s iconic costumes from her albums “That Don’t Impress Me Much” and “Man! I Feel Like A Woman!” are a reflection of her bold and distinctive style, adding to her overall image as a dynamic and empowering artist. These outfits not only captured the attention of fans but also became synonymous with her music and persona.

#halloween #halloween costumes #costume #costumes #costume ideas #cosplay #shania twain #that don't impress me much #man! i feel like a woman! #albums

[flawless-imperfections]

the best thing about bein’ a woman is the prerogative to have a little fun

#vibe with me #man! i feel like a woman! #shania twain #throwback #2023 #Spotify

[zangheuse]

every ounce of my cisgenderness leaving my body when man! i feel like a woman! comes on

#man! i feel like a woman! #man i feel like a woman #shania twain #transgender #transfem

[roasting-aphobes]

#what are even pronouns #are they just used for us because we feel like we have the need to label ourselfs? #lgbtq #queer #nonbinary #trans #transgender #agender #bigender #trigender #trans woman #trans man #genderfluid #pride #roasting-aphobes post #roasting aphobes #🦖 #I want some Golden Grahams

[nucleqr]

i never posted the full initial conversation that astarion and karlach had before going to the hells, so i'll do that now before i go ahead and delete all my files

"astarion. no."

#it's so strange #because like #i never expected to get so far in an origin karlach run #much less beating the game? #like i did that #and i got this as a reward which like #feels good man #astarion #karlach #astarion x karlach #karlach cliffgate #the woman that you are #astarion ancunin #bg3 act 3 spoilers #bg3 ending #karlach origin #bg3 #john baldur #baldurs gate 3 #nuclear.7z #origin karlach

[lokh]

so ive been thinking so hard about that transfem butch zoro au.

i feel like at the Very beginning (after kuinas death) she does try to present real feminine like but it doesnt feel like Her and eventually she stops doing it (and in any case its not like kuina was super feminine so why would she try to be like that??)

on the other hand she HAS to make sure everyone knows shes a woman when she beats their ass and becomes the worlds greatest swordsman. so sports bras (or equivalent whatever) and open shirts are a staple

i think she would do hrt (or equivalent Whatever) because again she wants to prove that kuina could have done it. unfortunately i do also think this means she trains about 1 million times as hard

trans sanji............. coming to the realisation that maybe she Wants to be taken care of by a hot butch........................ as a pretty femme

#the lil fashion drawing wasnt initially supposed to have a corset but i had a dream about it specifically irt sanji. so LMAO #one piece #zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #sanji #art #the mellorine bullshit.......... i feel like. what happens is that sanji (using he/him Pre egg cracking) #thought she was a man at first. developed the rivalry. and by the time he realised she was a woman it was awkward for everyone to backtrack #but i dont think he could stand the idea that hes not treating a woman right and i also think that would be shitty lmao #but he just cant treat her like that. but he still sees her as a woman. i think instead hes acting in a way to affirm her butchness.... #does that make any sense. adghdbshbjgg

[alonelystargazer]

what happened to the era of men showing off their hairy chests or wearing little crop tops and cut off jean shorts with a little cheek peeking out

#bre's posts #is this what it feels like to be tumblr famous? bc this is now my most popular original post #BTW!! this is a safe space for people of all body types!! I'm a fat man appreciator myself! #maybe this means jack shit coming from a bi cis woman but I need to make that clear

[jinghengs]

i like your funny poses yeehaw man

#honkai star rail #boothill #my art #i feel like a victorian man who has just seen a woman's ankle

[loverglow13]

the best thing about being a woman is the prerogative to have a little fun. 🧡

#shania twain #man! i feel like a woman!

[aweina]

slightly suggestive ? !┊more spiderverse content.

shirtless hobie was a common occurrence that you found yourself slowly getting used to. he’s staying at your apartment for the night? then he’s waltzing around the place fully displayed with a hand going past the waistband of his pajama pants — presenting the contoured edges that defined his small waist. oh, you wanna go out? hobie will simply throw on a fitted jacket and call it a day, a shirt wouldn’t look good with his outfit anyways — especially when he can show off his silver body piercings and his stick-and-poke tattoos.

wait, now you want him to wear a shirt? maybe he got too comfortable? too bold? well, it’s fine — he totally understands that. so then he wears a shirt and god, how he never fails to show off once in awhile. the collar of his shirts is always loose and torn, showing off his deep collarbones. the fabric was obnoxiously thin, emphasizing the grooves and cuts of his manicured body instead of doing its actual job. it’s pretty hot outside these days, right? then hobie would tug at the end of his shirt, wiping off the sheet of sweat on his forehead — showing off the narrow line dividing his solid muscles evenly and the trail of coarse hair sprinkled under his navel.

hey, you don’t look so good, you okay? hobie would quirk a curious brow at you when your quivering eyes quickly avert to the side as he tosses on another shirt — gnawing at the flesh inside your mouth. okay, now he sees why you’ve told him to cover up. hobie looks at you knowingly, lifting his shirt up without any context. can you hold out your hand real quick? now he has a firm grip on your squirming wrist, laying your palms flat over the soft skin of his abdomen. your face is scorching hot and your dazed vision is blurred between hobie’s abs and the playful smirk on his face. “if you wanted to look n’ touch, should’ve just asked.”

© aweina : please do not copy, repost, or modify any of my content.

#. spider blurbs #i feel like a victorian man seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x y/n #spiderpunk x reader

[uncanny-tranny]

The absolute biggest thing I've learned as a trans guy: there is nothing more masculine and manly than not caring about looking or acting masculine or manly. Growing your masculinity or manhood takes time and care - you have no obligation to let the world water your garden when you can do that just fine (and you can, even if it doesn't feel like you can!)

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #nonbinary #trans advice #got a stereotypically 'feminine/woman' piercing and. i feel like a man *inverted shania twain riff from man! i feel like a woman* #nothing affirms my manhood more than not caring about the genuinely toxic imaginings that the world has about manhood and men like me 👍 #yes it can be a struggle ESPECIALLY if you're somebody who actively has to defend your masculinity/manhood... #...it's hard for me too sometimes. i had to not only build my manhood but jealously defend it from the 'phobes... #...but i am all the better for it because this is MINE. i have never truly owned something in this way... #...i don't own other people nor my cats nor even my material possessions - not in the way i own my manhood... #...i own it like a tiger owns his territory and i defend it similarly... #...i do not WANT to own my loved ones or possessions the same as i own my manhood and masculinity. this is special to me #my manhood was *made* for me to be owned anyway. i feel that applies to every trans person who hasn't felt able to own themselves #this is in the same vein as learning to cast aside the cissexist views of bodies&experiences that can make dysphoria worae

[pbnmj]

tfw the man you love against your better judgement gets a kid to help him with his photojournalism and dies trying to expose the criminal he's been blackmailing and then the kid puts on a uniform that's way too big for him and calls himself spider-man after ben urich and you know he's going to get killed trying to serve justice to all the criminals in new york. and now there's a sixteen year old kid bleeding out on felicia's doorstep and again despite her better judgement, she cares. how much of that is a misplaced sense of responsibility for her dead lover, and how much of that is the deep feeling of injustice over how this child is the one fighting, and how felicia knows that she could never turn him away. what then </3

#we need more jaded old man who hates everyone and is overly harsh to the young girl theyre protecting but they end up like family #except the its a jaded old woman and a young boy. and i think noir peter felicia could be set up like this :) #especially bc i rly dont think felicia has a parental bone in her body. the dynamics get better/worse due to this #i really really need that feeling of guilt and helplessness and the 'YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER' fight with them #i also think they need to have an awkward touching talk about ben and the mess he leaves behind and EVERYTHING #first thing that is coming out of the drafts in so long and its deranged noir takes what else did anyone expect tbh #spider-man noir #spiderman noir #peter parker #felicia hardy #my art #noir #felicia

[pettyprocrastination]

Two Phantoms

Pairing: Simon Riley x Female Reader

Summary: Simon sees a familiar face that doesn’t recognize him back. Kid!fic warning for those who do not enjoy them. 

Warning: nothing explicit but vague descriptions of violence, sex, and PTSD.

Word count: 1.2k

Authors note: This is purely a word vomit i did last night at 2am while thinking about Simon not being recognized by certain members of the 141 since they dont know what he actually looks like (ignoring the MW2 canon where he shows his face to them all) but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

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     There’s a struggle in the shift. Going from being Lieutenant of the 141 to being a civilian. From hunting down arms dealers through rain forests and balmy deserts while ignoring the pain in his body and ringing in his ears at the gunfire around him to stepping off of a plane at the Manchester airport and hailing a taxi. To go from a masked monster to a man who hails a taxi in the pouring rain and ignores the driver’s attempt at conversation, shoulders curling in so he can fit his bulk into the backseat with his bag on his lap.

     Going from Ghost to what remains of Simon Riley. 

     There’s no reason to wear a mask in public anymore. Nobody knows him. The spot he’s picked an apartment in is empty of those who remember little Simon and his brother Tommy, nor the tragedy that befell the family. They only know the man who doesn’t speak and only stays in his own apartment every few months but offers his neighbors a terse nod each time he catches their gaze in the hall. 

     If anything a mask would draw more attention to him in public. Nobody bats an eye at the tall man with dark eyes in the fruit aisle of the supermarket.

     Which is why when you see your Lieutenant in public you walk right by him without a second glance in his direction while he remains frozen in place. He isn’t sure why it's shocking to him. You get leave just the same as him. You have a home to return to, a life outside of the blood and shit of the missions where you take his orders with ease, where you leave your fatigues to wear a comfortable pair of jeans and a hoodie with a bleach stain on the back.

       Simon hasn’t seen it before. He knows it exists. That you exist outside of the 141, outside of him. A place where you don’t follow his command in the heat of gunfire and slip into his cot the night after when neither of you can sleep to find solace in each others arms and the marks he leaves on you. 

     But now he’s witnessed it with his own two eyes. In the form of two boxes of pancake mix in your shopping trolley and the sleeping baby in your arms as you try to decide between orange juice brands.

     “Quality is going to shit everywhere, isn’t it bubs?” 

     Simon is staring. He knows it but can’t look away. 

     It’s a duality he knows everybody has. He’s aware that Johnny goes home to Glasgow to visit his brother and gaggle of nieces and nephews that no doubt shriek with joy and hang of his arms every time he visits, asking a myriad of questions that the man answers with patience and kindness one only reserves for children. He knows that Gaz goes home to a small apartment and a girl two semesters away from getting her masters in psychology that Simon doesn’t know the name of but can tell from the way he tries to hide his smile that she’s important to him. Price goes back to an office where he goes over reports and budget plans in a chair that makes his back ache and knees pop every time he stands from it before driving to a house that was once filled with the raucous that can only be made by 15 year old boys that have since graduated college and only call him when its Christmas or his birthday. 

     It’s different to see. To set his eyes on the little curls on your child's head (is it your child? Maybe you're babysitting, a godchild perhaps? Nephew? He knows you aren’t married. There’s an absence of a wedding band nor the tan line that would come from the removal of one in all the years he’s known you.) and to witness the same hand he’s seen sink KA-Bar into the chest of an enemy move up and down, up and down on the little ones back while their fingers curled and uncurled into the fabric of your hoodie like a cat kneading a pillow. 

     Logic knocks in the back of his head when he realizes time has passed since he first saw you. And that if you didn’t recognize him then you definitely won’t recognize him when you turn around and realize he’s been staring at you and your baby without moving for a solid seven minutes in the middle of the juice aisle. 

     Just as his foot shifts to turn and pull him away from this peek into your life that he didn't know existed,  the little one in your arm stirs. A soft whine curls in the back of their throat as their chubby face scrunches up and eyes crack open to latch onto the man watching them back. 

     You still haven’t noticed him. You're far too busy swaying from side to side to keep the baby in your arms calm and checking a carton of eggs for cracks to see the man behind you that is now locked into what feels like a staring contest with an infant. 

     “It’s alright Sam.” Your voice, even when talking to a baby, has a dry clip to it that he knows so well. The same curl in ‘sir’ when he’s pissed you off and the rasp of your laugh at a dingey bar under Soap’s arm. “I’m almost done, okay? Then we can go back home and take a nice long nap.” 

     Sam babbles behind his pacifier and wiggles in your arms. 

     “Yeah, you and me both, little man.” 

     Brown eyes stare into his own from over your shoulder without shame or abandon. 

     He looks like you. 

     But even without your fatigues and your weapon, you’re still a soldier. They all are. 

     You feel it, his eyes on you like a soft tug in the back of your head. Your sister calls it paranoia, her husband says PTSD. 

     You aren’t sure which is better. But when you turn around you see a man standing behind you, an empty basket in his hand and sad eyes sinking into your form. 

     Sam whines. 

     You can feel the thread of recognition between your fingertips as you look at him if only for a moment, a split second of staring into his eyes and grasping for some memory from high school or perhaps a date years passed that never turned into a second because you were overseas, just barely able to feel the fraying strings in your hand before its gone. 

     “Sorry-” 

     Your sister says you get stuck in your own head too much anyways. 

     “-Didn’t mean to block the aisle.” 

     He should say something. Some small reassurance that it’s no problem or he didn’t mind waiting, but he just nods his head once and watches as the woman he’s been through hell with walks away from him without a flicker of realization of who you're talking to. 

     Sam watches him over your shoulder and raises one little hand out toward him, before wiggling it back and forth in goodbye. 

     Simon waves back as you turn into the cleaning aisle and vanish from his line of sight. 

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #fem reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost x female reader #something something when simon riley is a civilian he's a ghost of the man you know and when he sees you its the bare remnants of the woman- #he knows while also being such a different side to you it feels like a new person entirely #if this is incoherent i apologize lol

[sarcastic-clapping]

already seeing people who clearly don’t understand that a lot of us who are upset about what happened to marwa in this episode aren’t upset about the characters’ in-universe morality but the real life misogyny and racism in the way that this plot was handled lol

#seeing some very smooth brained takes here #’what so you’re mad that the vampire serial killer is a bad guy that made his serial killer familiar sad??? 🙄’ #nope! #i’m mad the writers stripped a female character of color of all her agency to make her subservient to a man #who she presumably (and canonically as freddie) continued to have sex with #despite the very very yucky implications about her ability to consent #only for him to forcibly remove everything about her that makes her an individual with her own thoughts and feelings #transforming her from a woman of color into a white british man #feel free to laugh if you want humor is subjective #it just makes me deeply uncomfortable! #wwdits spoilers #wwdits #anyway it’s ok to be critical of media you like guys #i love wwdits but imo they fucked up on this plot. it was a miss for me. #EDIT: shout out to this post for helping me curate my experience on this site by acting as a fly trap for assholes to block