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newlevant · 4 months
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Preview of Sam Long’s story, drawn by the amazing Cynthia Yuan Cheng! (@cynthiaycheng, cynthiaycheng.com)
Becoming Who We Are Kickstarter ends Dec 14! Preorder now to help us fund the book!
bit.ly/becomingkickstarter
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farmerlesbian · 10 months
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I just heard about this website called TransRural Lives which just went live! Go check it out! You can also find them on Instagram, Facebook, and Youtube.
"A digital storytelling project exploring and celebrating the lives of transgender older adults who live in or have strong ties to rural areas and small towns in the Pacific Northwest."
The stories are audio recordings from the trans elders themselves, and I find it incredible to listen to their stories and literally hear their voices. This is definitely worth checking out and maybe even getting connected and sharing your story. You will also find a variety of resources and archives on the website. Check it out!
If you want to get involved, they're taking volunteers, donations, help to spread the word, and stories from rural trans people. Here's some info from the website on who they are looking to hear stories from:
Who is eligible to participate in the project? 
Transgender* adults 50 years of age and older who live in or have strong ties to rural areas and smaller cities/towns in Washington State (outside the Sea-Tac metro). In 2024, we will be expanding the project to include transgender older adults who live in Oregon, Idaho, western Montana, and British Columbia.  
* We include and welcome anyone and any identity that falls outside the gender binary, including nonbinary, genderqueer, gender-diverse, gender non-conforming, and Two-Spirit folks. 
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Edit to add: I am in no way associated or affiliated with this project. I simply came across it while surfin' the web and thought yall would be into it and wanted to share it with tumblr! If you have thoughts or feedback or want to get involved or just want to talk to the project, I encourage you to reach out to them. Check out the website! I have zero affiliation with it.
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terrible-eel · 8 months
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Hey so I am going to be in an anthology! I'm really excited for this book to come out and it would mean the world to me if you sign up to receive an email letting you know when the release date is! Or even just reblogging and sharing this on other platforms would be helpful! This is essentially a Kickstarter and we need to give this as much traction as possible because it may be able to be published in stores if it gets popular enough!
The editor on this project has been wonderful to work with and extremely supportive of my decision to have a trans main character for my contribution which is called "The Witch". The artist working on my story has also been so wonderful but I'm not sure if I can release their name yet.
Just again, please support this work. It's very powerful and pushing for a lot of good things.
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itgetsbetterproject · 7 months
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🏳️‍⚧️ NEW TRANS FILM ALERT AND IT'S TOOO GOOD! 🏳️‍⚧️
"Within the space of 24 hours, Feña is swept through the extremes of human emotion when people who seemed to disappear when he transitioned are suddenly back in his life."
“ONE OF THE BEST FILMS ABOUT POST-TRANSITION ADJUSTMENT.”
“I HOPE SOMEDAY A TRANS PERSON IS HAVING A CLICHÉ TALK WITH THEIR PARENT AND THINKS, “MY GOD. I FEEL LIKE I’M IN MUTT.”
Here's where it's showing across the U.S.: muttthefilm.com/us-theaters
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bunbon-princess · 3 months
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My wife jokingly admits that she basically feminized me, which I also don't deny. It just didn't happen how allot of people expect it would.
Before I met her i was publicly identifying as female and always dressed in a feminine manner. Unless otherwise for my safety. Trying My hardest to be seen as female because that's how I ideally saw myself. Sadly unknown to me at the time, my body just also happened to be producing more testosterone than any human body should. Something around 900ng/dl at one point during testing. My estrogen levels were dramatically low as well. So my body was not my ideal. Often not even feeling like my body. Honestly I felt wrong all the time and was just trying my hardest to feel ok. At a certain point I stopped feeling desirable. No matter how much time had passed, I always felt like I was in transitioning and in my awkward cross-dressing egg phase. I put my everything into trying to find happiness and wearing a smile no matter what. Even though I was hurting a lot when it came to my gender identity and appearance. I began to stop having pride in my appearance. Stopped taking photos of myself, or even allowing others to take photos of me.
When we got married, I got a partner who deeply cared for me. She was willing to navigate the medical system and figure out how to get the help I needed. After some test , It was discovered how bad my hormones levels were. We started taking steps to slowly bring me to where I wanted to be hormone wise. It took five or six months but I started to see the results slowly, as my body and face softened. I even slightly started losing height.
During this time I got a bolt of inspiration to work on my physical body with diet and exercise to reach a goal I gave myself. My wife, who used to be a bit of an athlete in her younger years guided me with a diet and exercise plan similar to the one she used. That's when things really began to change for me. Over the rest of the year I slowly began losing weight. About 60+ pounds. Resulting in how I currently look now. Finally, I started feeling comfortable in my skin and in my identity.
I even discovered recently I have a gender fluid side that actually enjoys expressing masculinity and androgyny. It's nice to be able to choose who I want to be and how that person is expressed. I can be my version of a boy, and they can be as cute as I want them to be. It's my choice. I feel freer than ever now.
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Wife says she saw everything, and just couldn't stand not helping me. That's why she was always there with support . Holding my hand, offering help and suggestions, but never forcing anything. Just showing me a way, and then allowing me to dictate my own path and pace. She gave me the space I needed to grow , and the tools necessary. She jokes that she wasn't expecting me to become a trophy wife, but is happy with her investment nonetheless lol.
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celticcatgirl2 · 3 months
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Alice Egg moment!!!
In high school when I still identified as a cis guy my boyfriend at the time was a trans man. While he talked about his family being transphobic we never discussed marriage nor did he ever bring up pressure to present feminine in the specific context of a wedding ceremony as even being a hypothetical.
Yet I like REGULARLY imagined a scenario where we where about to get married and his family was trying to pressure him to present femininely and I would step in and say “if you want someone to wear the dress so badly I’ll do it!!!”
I guess as just a way of standing up for him but I also did basically just imagine a scenario that gave me an “excuse” to present femininely at my wedding and thought about it WAY more often than would make sense for the actual circumstances of my and my ex boyfriend’s lives.
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bam-stroker · 6 months
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ROYAL ROGUE - Beta Reader's Needed
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Hear, ye Hear, ye! I have reached the phase in my romance novel writing process where I am in need of beta readers.
What does that mean?
Do you have a lot of opinions on stories in the fantasy genre? On dragon romance? Or on trans/nonbinary representation in stories? You're an adult? Then you're the kind of person I'm looking for! A beta reader is someone who gives all the input on story/characters/what's missing/what seems confusing - you are the view for the writer to see past the cloud of their creation to find out how readers will feel about their story.
What does this NOT mean?
If you aren't comfortable giving thoughts/feedback and don't read in the genre I'd say hold off for when I reach the final stages of the book to read it instead.
Great, I'm interested - What's the story about?
Valentine was born to be the royal heir to the kingdom of the Sun. Forced to choose between being a prince or princess, they decide to throw it all away to work on becoming a rogue at the local thieves guild instead. Training to one day be adept enough to run away and leave the strict control of their unsympathetic mother for good. Sent on a quick retrieval mission in the nearby mountains, they instead encounter a highly unusual dragon by the name of Asrir. A collector of oddities and very much one himself. The two of them bond over their frustrations with societal expectations and find quick friendship. Over time friendship blooms to love and the two of them face both the challenge of admitting their feelings and escaping the clutches of the queen.
Over arching theme: In a world built by the gods for balance - where do people in the in-between belong?
Features:
Transmasc Nonbinary love interest
75% trans characters / fairies with magic to help people transition
Found family
Dragons
High fantasy
Slow burn friends to lovers
Happy ending
High heat dragon sex scene 18+
Content Warnings: Transphobia (hinted at and 1 scene directly), verbally abusive mother, magical drug use (1 time at a party), body horror with immolation themes, self hatred
Want to read a snippet of an older draft? Here's a taste.
Feel free to comment in the replies here or send me an ask if you're interested so I can give next steps!
Please reblog as well to boost. If not you, someone you know might be a great fit
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quark-nova · 1 year
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Do including t4t folks who date outside their gender include nblnb and nblm/nblw? Does it include people in these groups who are in an AMAB+AFAB relationship? IDK if this is tmi, I'm AMAB transneutral enby, my husband is a AFAB trans man. We've been together a decade , he's currently also pregnant: we're in the process of having a child. Whenever we bring up our relationship in t4t spaces, people either treat me like a cis man who doesn't belong in these spaces and as if our relationship is basically c4t MLM, or treat him as as a bi butch woman as opposed to a trans man especially when people found out he was pregnant and wasn't interested in his explicitly queer masculinity and transition making him identical to a cis man.
Plus, neither of us really pass due to how we present ourselves, I at most look like a flamboyant gay man, tall lanky hairy and bearded who plays around with makeup expression but doesn't gravitate towards feminine wear. He's gendered as a butch lesbian almost exclusively as opposed to a man, he doesn't bind which alone gets him misgendered, he wears masc clothing but a variety of factors in which he presents himself and even basic things such as how his voice sounds are enough for him to lose that association with manhood and gets him clocked. Do I need to be transfem and transition to look like a woman for our relationship to be seen as "t4t" enough? I'm not a trans woman or transfem and I'll never be, does that make me a cis invader incroaching on actual t4t people? Does he have to transition specifically in a way to fit cis centric standard of manhood, does he have to desire top and bottom surgery as opposed to "just" hormones in order to be seen as his actual gender in t4t spaces? Are t4t people not allowed to have children nautrally, does that makes us too close to cishets in their eyes for people's comfort?
We have mutual nblnb friends , same AMAB+AFAB, agender + multigender. Both of them present in ways that align with their AGAB, they're not men or women but their relationship in t4t spaces has been dismissed and treated as a "cishet relationship" constantly, with them being actively misgendered even in trans positive spaces. Are they just straight too, silly little cishets who want to hog up t4t resources from? Do t4t relationships only count as queer if they're binary/binary? If both people have the same gender? If people go through full medical transition? If they're both the same AGAB? What makes t4t inherently worthy in the eyes of people within the community, none of us are aware because we've all been actively excluded or dismissed for one reason or another, had our transness intrinsically erased due to not being the "expected" t4t couple.
The way people talk about t4t as this club which queerness is so narrow and if you fall out of what's expected for t4t you're basically straight? There are straight t4t people who are awesome and face their own isolation within queer spaces that I cannot speak on, so I won't. Having different AGABs or not being strictly MLM/WLW just feels like a quick way to get misgendered or to have your queerness and transness taken into question. It sucks. T4T is celebrated but only if you're a certian type of T4T.
Yes, both you and your friends should absolutely be included in T4T discussions! These are an extremely valuable experiences that you're bringing, and dismissing it as "c4t" or "cishet" is just misgendering. NB4NB relationships are not any less queer, and they're not "cishet lite" just for being of different AGABs - once more, it's reducing nonbinary people down to their AGAB, which is sad to see so often in queer/trans spaces.
I haven't been in T4T relationships myself so I can't comment on the isolation that some kinds of T4T relationships face, but it's absolutely true that some types get talked about more than others, creating unfair expectations for people whose relationships don't fit inside this norm. Which is sad, as subverting expectations of gender like you do is as queer as queer can be!
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our-queer-experience · 10 months
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Sorry in advance if this is long, but (in my opinion) the story is worth it.
In October of 2021 my school had our homecoming, and I (a trans person) and my current partner (also a trans person) met, only I happened to be ditched by a toxic friend group roughly a week before hand, and a mutual friend introduced us that night. We clicked immediately, and stayed good friends after, with us developing romantic feelings on and off, just missing each other (when i caught feelings he didn't have his anymore, and vice versa).
Mid July of last year he asked me out, and we've been dating since, and it has honestly been such a wonderful relationship. I have a wide myriad of physical and health issues, and he has been nothing but full of love and support. I genuinely see us spending the rest of our lives together, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Once again, sorry for the long story, but i hope it brought you some sort of joy!
this was basically the story with me and my ex(we’re still friends) and we met through boy scouts and came out together and stuff. it was really nice.
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newlevant · 4 months
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Thank you so much to everyone who backed and shared the Kickstarter!! Tumblr users really came through. Shoutout to the person who tagged Neil Gaiman, you’re an MVP! Becoming Who We Are is officially a go 🥳
Still a few days left to preorder, and you can get the Kickstarter-exclusive hardcover edition:
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fandom-hoarder · 1 month
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A video essay on queer stories and the ways they're misunderstood by mainstream media and queerphobes.
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brickett6 · 4 months
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before I transitioned (at around age 15ish?) I had a nagging feeling in the back of my head that never really went away, that I was doing something, wrong. Any time I talked to a girl i felt a weird inherent kinship with them I didn't with guys? and always wanted to be around them. Whenever I was with just guys I didn't feel anything special, just kinda, normal. This feeling of wrongness slowly faded as I entered adolescence never really leaving me. I learned what a trans person was and said "not for me", but whenever i did hear a passing mention of transness I would grapple onto it, wanting to hear every detail I could. The kinship i felt towards girls became one i felt towards queer people, which was annoying because I wasn't queer, I felt like I was intruding in a space I didn't belong in but desperately wanted to. At the start of 2020(other than you know) I saw a tweet written by a trans woman who had come out and all of a sudden the wrongness i had suppressed from my early childhood explodes out of me in a brief jealous rage (thankfully i didn't send her any hate comments). After that things slowly snowballed until fall when i suddenly realized I was trans after accepting I was bi. The wrongness that had smoldered in the back of my mind my entire short started to go away after I accepted myself, came out to friends, and finally started hormone replacement therapy.
I have no idea why I wrote this timeline of my transness other than to get it out of my fucking head. I originally wanted to focus on the wrongness but as I wrote I realized it stopped being a forefront emotion basically after the end of grade school. The sort of nawing discomfort you get when you don't come out came kind of slowly weirdly.
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folxlorepod · 8 months
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Boo! 👻
Folxlore is a finished queer horror audio drama set in Glasgow, Scotland. It's a narrative anthology series of existential horror. We don't bury our gays but we sure do put them through hell 🖤
Folxlore totals 25 episodes. It begins here:
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hellyeahheroes · 2 months
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The Film DISNEY Didn't Want You To See by Aranock
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bunbon-princess · 2 months
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I think I almost died yesterday. While by myself I was preparing my roommates new loft bed. I lifted a mattress and the weight caused me to fall with the mattress on top of me. I was caught between two mattresses and no one was home to help me. I tried so hard to lift the mattress off me but just couldn't. I laid under the weight for about 10 minutes, screaming and crying for help to no avail. My wife was in a business meeting and I was all Alone. I felt scared thinking about how just a year and half or so id still be capable of lifting this mattress by myself. Now I struggle with anything more than 30 pounds. I kept thinking to myself "What had I gotten myself into". Wondering if I'd be ok, and worrying how long I'd have to wait for my wife to find me. Truthfully I panicked for a bit. It was gonna be so embarrassing if she found me. I had to calm myself down first because I was so upset. Eventually I calmed down and slowly began to position myself with all my strength to a point where I could use my legs to lift the mattress off of me. I even also proudly got it on top of the loft like I originally intended.
Afterwards I cried a bit more at how scary a situation I got myself in and how embarrassed I felt. I think I have to be much more careful in the future and aware of my limits. They aren't the same as before.
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sweaty-confetti · 8 months
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transmasc rapunzel
there is a lot that they don’t tell you about rapunzel.
firstly, he was a young man. many mistook and continue to mistake him for a young lady.
secondly, he chose his name himself. before that, he had another one, one forgotten and whittled away.
he lived in a tower, hair long and fair, made up in pretty skirts with frilly sleeves. not by his own wishes.
his mother loved him. but she didn’t see him.
his mother looked at him and only saw a princess.
“just you wait,” she would tell him, patting his locks. “one day when you outgrow this silly phase i’ll let you see the world.”
like his hair and his namesake, though, rapunzel grew and grew and grew and the phase continued, like a moon in stasis.
one day, rapunzel’s mother was off traveling.
“i’m going to buy some paints,” she said, and waved him goodbye. “you stay in your tower, young lady.”
he tipped his hair out the window so she could climb down, silently wondering when it would be his turn.
a day or so later, while he was painting his walls and singing to himself, he heard a voice calling from below the tower. 
“ ———! let down your hair!”
frowning, he made his way to the window. “who are you?” he called.
the man below him was chiseled, muscular, well-dressed, everything rapunzel was not.
the strange man bowed. “i found my way here by chance, milady, and heard your singing, like a nightingale. i thought it only right to free you.”
rapunzel was a bit flattered, although displeased by the man mistaking him as a girl. “well, thank you, sir. would you like to come up?”
“if i may,” he said, and smiled, teeth pearly-white and sharp.
rapunzel was enchanted by this knightly man the moment he stepped foot in his tower. 
he was a picture-perfect prince, chivalrous and kind, or so it seemed - so he said.
he took more care of rapunzel than his mother did, which wasn’t much. he preferred to spend his time boasting of his achievements.
even worse, whenever rapunzel hesitantly tried to clarify that he was a boy, the man would laugh uproariously and tell him he wasn’t - and would never be.
it had only been a few hours when rapunzel burst out of his seat and cried, “leave my tower at once!”
the man looked affronted. “how dare you? what have i done to warrant such disrespect?”
“all you do is talk about yourself! you ignore me, belittle me. i mention here and there that i’m a young man, and you treat me like nothing.”
“i treat you like a princess should be treated,” barked the man. he bared his teeth, still pearly and sharp, like a wild, rabid dog’s teeth.
“no one should be treated like this. no princess, no prince, no one else,” rapunzel declared.
“you are a heinous woman,” the man snarled, grabbing rapunzel’s hair roughly and brandishing his sword at him. he yelped and dodged the sword, staggering towards the window in pain.
“i may be heinous, but i am most of all a man,” he responded, tossing his hair until it flowed out the window, the man dangling from it.
“never come near my tower or me again,” he hissed, grabbed the man’s abandoned sword, and chopped off all of his hair.
he felt a weight leave him as the man crashed to the ground, yelling and muffled by his severed locks.
standing at the window, he felt the breeze fly through his shorn hair. for the first time in years, he felt free.
many days later, he heard another voice call up to his tower.
“hello, hello! is anyone there?” called a high voice.
“what do you want?” he called back.
“there is someone! pray come to the window and talk to me for a bit.”
grudgingly, rapunzel obliged.
the man below him was dressed shoddily, face smeared with dirt. his hair stuck in all directions, his only weapon a small knife.
“pleasant greetings to you!” the man waved. his voice was high pitched, like rapunzel’s. “my name is campanula, and you?”
“rapunzel,” he said, and crossed his arms. “why have you come here?”
“i stumbled across your tower while searching for food. i’m quite hungry,” he sighed. “would you mind offering food to a sorry young man like me?”
despite his wariness, rapunzel had a kind heart, and relented quickly. “if you wish,” he said.
then a thought struck him. “oh, i’m so sorry. i have nothing to pull you up with; all my hair has been shorn.”
to his surprise, campanula simply grabbed a protruding stone from the tower and began to scramble up. he laughed, a bit bemused. “why would i need your hair?”
“my mother always used it to climb up here,” said rapunzel, still in awe. “so did the last man. how could you come up on your own?”
“sometimes, one has to be self-sufficient,” campanula said. “i would never rely on someone else for everything; how unfair to them, and to me!”
“i see,” said rapunzel. he had never thought of it that way. his awkward distaste for his mother and the previous man made more sense now.
he served this visitor some bread and butter, and they struck up a conversation.
it had been days and campanula still hadn’t left, much to rapunzel’s pleasure. he was a nice young man to have around, and he was certainly kinder and more accommodating than his mother.
one day, he asked his companion, “i’ve been meaning to ask you. your voice is so high, like mine - why?”
campanula shrugged. “when i was born, everyone told me i was a girl.”
“i insisted in my heart of hearts that i wasn’t, and most people have accepted it. i am a young man; nevertheless, hints of femininity stay with me.”
rapunzel was astonished and overjoyed. “me too!” he cried. “all my life my mother has told me i am a girl, but i know i am a boy.”
campanula seized his hands in his, smiling. “others like you and me exist! you are a fine young man, rapunzel.”
he felt tears fall from his eyes, but with freedom instead of pain. “thank you, thank you,” he cried, and kissed campanula quickly on each cheek.
flushed and pleased, the other man leaned backwards. “sweet prince,” he said, “shall we leave this tower and find new horizons to explore?”
“oh, that would be heaven,” rapunzel cried, face pink. “if i could be by your side in the world, i would be happy.”
“then, my dear, we shall go!”
holding hands, they climbed slowly down the tower, campanula teaching rapunzel where to place his feet.
rapunzel took a deep, shaky breath, his bare feet touching the wet grass for the first time. 
hand in hand, they stepped forward into the sunlight.
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