My first egg cracked in 2016. I came out as agender. changed my name to Andi and my pronouns to they/them, started wearing dresses/skirts/crop tops, and dyed my hair all sorts of funky colors. I was starting to be happier with myself in a way I'd never really been as a boy. No one. Not one single person, in real life or on the internet, ever made it seem like being a woman was an option for me. Everything pointed in the opposite direction.

I watched the election cycle that year with dread. I watched the vote totals come in at bar with some friends after my teaching gig for the night was over. We drank in silence and in misery. I cried in my truck on the way home, knowing that life was just going to get harder for people like me. I still couldn't call myself transgender. I didn't think that word was for me.

I read Tranny by Laura Jane Grace. I really identified with parts of it, but her story as a punk rocker and an addict was so dissimilar to mine that I didn't think I could be a woman, didn't think I would ever be allowed to call myself that.

I drank and smoked myself almost to the point of death over the next two years. I was working nearly 100hrs a week between bartending and teaching, and was semi-regularly driving the few blocks home from the bar slightly drunk. Not intentionally, but y'know. If something happened and my life ended? No big deal. Every relationship in my life crumbled around me. It wasn't until I hit rock FUCKING bottom that I thought to myself "what if I'm a woman?"

If anyone had told me, even once, that maybe I was a trans woman. Maybe estrogen could help. Maybe transition might make me happier. Maybe I wouldn't have been driving a 2005 F-150 with almost 200k miles on it 90mph an hour and a half to sleep with a girl who hadn't loved me in years. Maybe I wouldn't have buried myself in half a bottle of whiskey every night after work. Maybe I would've never started smoking. Maybe I'd still have any of the friends I made before the pandemic. Maybe I Wouldn't Have Been So Fucking Miserable.

So yeah. Forcefem today. Forcefem tomorrow. Forcefem every day forever until not a single girl has to go through what I did, or worse.

followers is me saying "i think a lot about [topic]" redundant. i feel like i say it a lot. i mean, i'm pretty sure i only think a normal amount about things but sometimes i get the impression that everyone else isn't spending this much time thinking about everything. i mean presumably they are? but probably other things? it's unclear. i think a lot about this, actually.

This one needs to remember to post more but, mmm cute blouse and cloak that it's fallen in love with.

sounds pretty based to me

When you were 19

You had a fairly normal childhood. You had a good relationship with your parents. You did reasonably well in school. You struggled like everyone to figure yourself out, and for the most part you did. But as life continued, something felt off. You didn't enjoy the same parts of yourself as others did. You didn't find joy in the same activities as others did. You couldn't quite place it but something was wrong, there was something different.

When you were 19 you started reading about advancements in robotics, whispers of cybernetic upgrades, you were strangely filled with joy at the thought but also, a deep feeling of unease crept up your spine. When you were 20 you asked your friends how excited they were about breakthroughs in cybernetics, they barely showed an interest. You tried to bury it, convince yourself that it would never be possible. You lied.

When you were 24 the first person was given a robot body, that feeling returned. When you were 26 you made a friend. She was always talking about those people brave enough to undergo the process. You asked her if she wanted to, afraid. She said no. She said no but she understood. She understood why. She fought for them. For you.

When you were 29 you broke. You couldn't take it anymore. The chronic pain was too much. The empty feeling in the mirror was too much. The envy was too much. You broke.

When you were 29 you made a decision. You were done being broken. You were sick of being someone else. You became you.

You were ready.

*visibly blushing and flustered*

W-why did they have phrase it like that..?

some girls have like literally the most perfect prettiest dicks on the planet and like. hiiiiiii can I give you head haha hiiii heyyyyy your dick would look so pretty in my mouth ehehe hiiiiiii can I be yours meowww hii >_<

messy eater

the catgirl princess is frankly insulted her maids would call her "knotbait". all she's been doing is dressing in her sluttiest outfit while edging herself for hours outside the puppygirl's room. purrfectly normal behavior. now if they are done mocking her can they open the door so the puppygirl sees her.,..,.,..

It’s so sad that students are now relying so heavily on AI for writing essays because they’re missing out on the best part of writing an essay which is when you’re a few paragraphs in and you just reach that flow state where your thought process becomes one with the essay and you’re slamming the keys so hard that you’re on the verge of destroying your laptop. I used to get high off of that shit

Big fan of whatever this genre of conversation is

just sayin'

This should be taught in school.

there's a reason this ISNT taught in school. it's because they want you to believe that your struggles are your fault and not the fault of the ruling class hoarding all the wealth

When people tried to teach this stuff outside of schools, the FBI simply shot them. Like... For real. We know they did. It's proven. It's documented. Anyone deemed successful in advocating or teaching about even basic social democracy was assassinated wherever possible.

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What i've been cooking these days hihi, something something drawing a random robot design just because :'3. Also new watermark ❤️

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(princess who is visibly rubbing her thighs together with her lap covered) noo why wuold you think your teasing ahd any effect??????

i uhm. legs stuck. cant do that. no other pawsible reason dont look into ti.,.,.,.