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Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:
The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition
The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man
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I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.
Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.
just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?
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genderqueerdykes · 2 months
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just talked to a 65 year old genderfluid person on an internet forum whose topic was completely unrelated to queerness. people love to tell young genderfluid people that we're "confused" or that it's "just a phase" but that just ain't the truth. we're out here, and we make it to old age, just the same as we were all those years ago, unchanging in knowing who we are on the inside. my heart is full, my skin is clear, and my crops are flourishing
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orcaking · 4 months
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My body is a collection of all the parts that came before! 🌱🌱🌱
[Image ID: A drawing of a trans masculine person, nude except for underwear. The figure has top surgery scars, and no head, the bottom of a jaw bone with plants growing from it floating above the neck. There are flowers, mushrooms, and stars surrounding the figure, and a bird flying to the left of the canvas. /. End ID]
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whereserpentswalk · 8 months
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androgynealienfemme · 11 months
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"I know what butch is. Butches are not beginner FTMs, except that sometimes they are, but it's not a continuum except when it is. Butch is not a trans identity unless the butch in question says it is, in which case it is, unless the tranny in question says it isn't, in which case it's not. There is no such thing as butch flight, no matter what the femmes or elders say, unless saying that invalidates the opinions of femmes in a sexist fashion or the opinions of elders in an ageist fashion. Or if they're right. But they are not, because butch and transgender are the same thing with different names, except that butch is not a trans identity, unless it is; see above."
-"I KNOW WHAT BUTCH IS", Butch is a Noun, Essays by S. Bear Bergman (2006)
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charliejaneanders · 25 days
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Writing any kind of story is a scary proposition, especially if it deals with personal stuff. And writing about trans people during a bogus moral panic is especially daunting -- it's easy to either pull your punches, or feel as though the burden of good trans representation weighs on your shoulders. The good news is that we are living during a time of extreme riches when it comes to trans stories, and a ton of wonderful authors are writing trans tales that defy categorization and bust through boundaries. So please write the story that speaks to you, the story that only you can tell about your own obsessions and dreams. It can be scary or funny or comforting or escapist, or all of the above — don't worry that what you write will be singled out as the One True Trans Story, or seen as a representation of all trans people. Just write your story.
Writing Trans Stories For Fun (and Liberation) --- My latest newsletter!
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satelliteduster · 1 year
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oh my god i forgot to post my absolute favorite strip from gay comix (issue #2, 1981)
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jonahmagnus · 1 year
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In world where there are two types of tower-dwellers, a Princess is locked in a tower.
There are two types of tower-people: A Princess, put there to remain pure until marriage or until rescued, and a Wizard, put there by choice to study and learn in isolation. Princesses are defined by their beautiful long hair, and Wizards are defined by their beards and impressive 'stache.
There is a Princess, and she lives in a tower. She was put there recently by her mother and father, to keep her pure and untouched until they can secure the marriage to another kingdom and a prince shes doesn't love. She has long, almost brown sandy-blonde hair, pale green eyes and a slim, tender build. She is not the fairest in the land, but she is tall and pretty. If compared to a rose, she would be the humble yet graceful willow tree, slender and long. She has wanted to be a wizard since a young age, but there is no way for a princess to become a wizard. Princesses are delicate girls to be protected and sold off until their either dead or Queens or have found True Love, unsuited to the life of experimentation and study of a wizard. That is what her mother tells her, in a quiet scolding that is far more forceful and cruel then it has any right to be. And the princess, terrified, believes her.
She used to run the castle halls, stick in hand, robe fashioned out of a delicate silk bedsheet, shouting fake spells at birds while her servants chased her. But as she grew older, her restraints became tighter, and more and more often, she was confined in her room to embroider in solitude with barely the comfort of a window or a maid. The life she is forced into makes her hang her head low, makes her hands be paper-soft, and demands her hair be long and beautiful and perfect like all other princesses. The world she longed to be a part of was a world of study and experimentation, and as the kingdoms princess and tool, she could not even dare to hint at her desires into adulthood. She could become a witch, she knew, flee the castle barefoot and sink into the loving embrace of the swamp. But witches don’t live in towers, and they make potions instead of spells, and they don’t grow the flowing whimsical beards that wizards do.
But that does not mean she has to be bored in her tower. Fascinated by magic as she always has been, she arranges with a long string of bribes for books on spells and forbidden potions to be smuggled along with her meals. She studies them while the clock ticks down for either a prince to arrive or her marriage to be finalized. Either one will doom her, and she wants to enjoy herself as much as possible until her marriage. She pours over the books long into the night by candlelight, and all day, she rests her pale, tired eyes. She experiments, and she reads, and she studies non-stop, barely stopping for meals and littering her books with an assortment of food stains. She cuts off her hair to use in bubbling gold potions, her skin becomes scarred with a rainbow of the consequences of failed experiments, and her dresses turn into makeshift cheesecloths and fire-fuel. She washes late into the night after she is done with her work for the day in the darkness, not glancing into the mirror that has become cracked and dusty. When her eyesight starts to fail from strain and working in darkness, she fashions for herself bottle-round glasses, blown by herself in the depths of her tower. Engrossed as she is in her studies, she does not notice the tower warp, and the meals stop rotting, and how she started out in one circular room but now has a loft and a second floor and the fact that the tower seems much much taller then it was originally.
What she DOES notice though, is when brushing crumbs from her face she feels facial hair on her upper lip.
She rushes to the bathroom and thrusts a candle into the holder as she looks at herself. In the dusty mirror, she sees the beginnings of a bushy mustache sit on her upper lip, much further along in growth then be logically possible without her noticing. It’s a pale blonde, like her hair, and she notices faintly that there are streaks of grey in it, a very familiar shade of classic wizard grey. She brings a trembling hand to her upper lip.
Much, much later, a prince rides up to the tower. It is tall, and warped, and very clearly belonging to a wizard, despite the royal family claiming their daughter lives here.
He shouts up, a bit nervous because of the thorny vines wrapping the beautiful stonework.
“Hey! Does a Princess live here?”
A young man with large bottle glasses and a rather impressive mustache leans out of the tower, his short, sandy-blonde hair spilling lightly in the wind. He starts to say something, then glances back into his house. A smile breaks out on his face as he seems to realize something.
“No!” He shouts back, after a moments hesitation. “But a wizard does!”
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transmonstera · 1 year
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take the initiative! if you don't want to be somewhere simply leave! :) - transmonstera
[IMAGE ID: a boot kicking a bucket. the impact is depicted by white stars bursting across the image. the text reads "don't want to live in a world with transsexuals? then don't! take the initiative!". the background is black with a slight green shine over the image. END]
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nekhcore · 2 months
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HEY YOU!
Yeah, you! Are you trans? Do you like reading books? Or watching movies?
Do you like media about trans men/transmasculine characters but don't know where to find it?
That's sooo crazy because I have this little spreadsheet I'm working on where I'm trying to document all media with protagonists/major characters who are FTM or transmasculine.
The spreadsheet currently has 200+ entries spread across the following categories:
Books
Manga
Memoirs and non-fiction
Movies
TV Shows
Graphic novels / Comics
Webcomics
Audio dramas
Books and movies are also sorted by:
Which character is trans (MC, love interest, antagonist, etc)
If the trans character is POC
The trans character's sexuality (Because I saw lots of transhet guys sad about only being able to find gay romances)
If the author/actor is also trans (if we know for sure)
It's free to use, and free to add to as well! Editing permissions are on, and I check on the spreadsheet every now and then to make sure everything is in order and to clean up.
If you know something that isn't on the list, please add it! You don't have to fill in every single column, but fill it to the best of your abilities.
If you don't want to use the big ass long link below, you can also use: bit.ly/FTM-protags
I made this because I want it to be a community resource. So even if you're not a trans guy or transmasculine person, please reblog!
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miradragoncat · 3 months
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okay so I've seen this work a lot and I want to know how well it will go for me.
If this gets to 1,000 notes I will finish writing the second book in the series I'm working on.
If this gets to 5,000 notes I will ask my parents for a chest binder.
Before March. Let's see how this goes, and thank you even before this gets any notes
Note: it was getting too close to march, and we weren't very close. So I lowered it.
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genderqueerdykes · 7 months
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I think a lot of people on this website would benefit from hearing that back in 2011 when I was a part of my college's pride group, I was friends with a gay cis male drag queen whose roommate was a lesbian. They had sex with each other often, but it didn't stop my friend from identifying as a gay guy, nor did it stop their roommate from being a lesbian. Neither of them identified as bisexual. This kind of stuff happens between queer people of "conflicting" identities all the time, it's nothing new. There aren't any rules
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catboybiologist · 6 months
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Biologists: so this person has XY chromosomes and some indication of past masculinization, but is clearly medically and biologically female in many other ways, resulting in dominantly female physiology that is represented in numerous ways
Some guy: see, you drooling liberal cuck? Biology says you're either XX or XY and there's only two genders 😎
Archeologist: so this person has a bone structure that generally overlaps with male metrics, but is placed with artifacts, clothing, and burial implements consistent with women, indicating that they were a woman within the society they lived in.
Some guy: see, you drooling liberal cuck? When archeologists dig up your bones they'll say you're a man 😎
Historian: so the modern language and connotations we associate with transgender individuals was really only solidified in the 20th century due to major prejudice and setbacks. Before that, there were many instances across largely independent cultures of what we would call both transgender people and gender nonconforming cis people, often as separate concepts. The language used to identify them is often messy, however, and has been permanently altered by the way we interpreted and translated it in our own society.
Some guy: see, you drooling liberal cuck? History says that this gender stuff is a modern millennial invention that just popped out of nowhere 😎
Psychologists: trans people are at much higher danger of mental illness due to the combined stress of dysphoria and the constant barrage of transphobia present in our society. They should have access to mental healthcare as a result.
Some guy: see, you drooling liberal cuck? Psychology says that these gender people are just mentally ill 😎
Doctors: so while HRT does have some side effects, they are extremely minor, especially compared to similar medicine. The regret rate for it is less than 1%, lower than even some physically life saving medical treatments.
Some guy: see, you drooling liberal cuck? This medicine is poisoning our kids with vile side effects and there are people who regret it 😎
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cursedluver · 1 year
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i am trans before i transition, and afterwards. i am trans when i pass and when i don’t. i am trans when i go out and other people can see me, and i am still trans when i come home and no one can see me.
i am trans when i am called beautiful and strong for it, and when i am called disgusting or a pervert or a monster i am still trans.
i am trans when i am safe and i will still be trans when i am in danger. i am trans and i am always in danger. i am trans loud and screaming and i am trans quietly whispering.
a.s.f
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iceman-soup · 2 months
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Idk if your requests are open but would you be willing to write Ghost x FtM! reader who’s on testosterone and has bottom growth, please?
they are open thank you lots for the request!! and YES i would LOVE to
ftm reader x top!ghost
You'd been on testosterone a while now, but a big fuck you if you thought that was gonna make your little cock any less sensitive - in more ways than one. It had its moments, being fussy and sore and painful; in which times you'd go to Simon's office or bedroom (or drag him away from anywhere he was, really), whinging and complaining until he gave up whatever he was doing previously just to soothe and pay attention to you.
Sometimes, this was just sitting on his lap, maybe with an ice pack pressed to the area over your trousers to help numb some of the pain. He'd trace patterns into your thighs, murmuring praise and sweet words of affection as you grumble about how "it hurts, Si," and he'd compliment his pretty boy for being so good with it regardless.
Other times, you would pull him into a kiss the moment you had him alone, whining into his mouth and grinding desperately against his thigh, teeth nipping at his lower lip as you paw at his belt. He guides you to wherever the closest surface is, dipping his nose between your thighs once you're comfy. "This okay, love?" he'll check in before peeling away your boxers when you nod, humming contentedly as his mouth attaches around your dick and you groan quietly in appreciation.
"So fuckin' handsome," he likes to almost growl against your cunt, nose smushed against your tummy as he laps at it like he's dehydrated, jaw aching and your hands in his hair.
His eyes flick up to watch as your back arches when he pushes a finger into your hole, quickly adding a second and pumping them in and out to make you moan and your grip tighter, tugging his head closer and bucking up your hips to his mouth. Simon grunts and uses his other hand to push you back down to the bed, holding you there as you squirm and whine and cum, switching between sucking on your cock and cleaning your own mess up with his tongue.
"Good boy," he mumbles, taking his fingers out carefully so as to not hurt you and coming up to kiss you gently on the neck. Afterwards, he'll gather you into his arms, littering your face with kisses as he dresses you again, cradling you on his lap as he praises you and asks if it feels a little better now. Sure, it doesn't always fix things, but the head was fun regardless.
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