Something that happens to trans men and mascs when we come out is a sudden loss of support services we had when we were still perceived as women. Scholarships, housing, resources we might once have relied on for survival are now either barred from us or require us to endure subtle or overt misgendering in order to maintain access. Even for programs inclusive of all trans identities, it can require outing oneself which can be very dangerous for those forced to be stealth for survival. And unlike cis men, trans men and mascs do not have access to a lifetime of privileges afforded by the patriarchy. We may have had to cut contact with everyone we once knew, pick and choose who we interact with to prevent being outed and, in many cases, are very visibly trans regardless. We started out oppressed by the patriarchy, and now that we’ve transitioned we still are but now without access to resources that would be given to us unquestionably had we stayed “women”. It’s one of the biggest contributing factors to why ftm detransitioners are relatively more common, some people simply can’t afford to live their lives authentically when it means losing access to their means of survival.

ok dude, i know you wanna fuck the granny queen from a bugs life, we’ve gotten your confession 385 fucking times, we get it, you love fucking old wrinkly ass ants, stop fucking submitting it.

Elvira.

I often refer to my bottle-raised lamb as my adopted daughter, because it’s mostly true, it temporarily keeps nosy strangers from knowing I’m an eeeevil childfree woman, and it’s hilarious when people find out. And by that time they’re usually too disturbed by the “her-daughter-is-a-sheep” thing to get on my case about the “woman-with-no-husband-or-kids-oh-the-horror” thing.

Most of my friends are aware that I do this, and will back me up in conversations without batting an eye when I reference my daughter. And the best part is that they literally never drop the story. They just 100% all the time accept that I have a two-year-old adopted daughter. The fact that she happens to be a sheep is an unimportant detail, not worth mentioning until an anecdote gets too weird to plausibly be about a human toddler.

Which actually takes much longer than you’d think, since human toddlers apparently have absolutely zero sense. “She bites if you stop paying attention to her” is believable, “she tries to eat rocks out of the landscaping” is believable, “she stuck her head through a fence and couldn’t get out” is believable. “She jumped a five foot fence and came screaming back into the house through the dog door when I left her outside in the pasture” does get some strange looks, though usually not for the right reason.

Occasionally the joke gets turned around on me, though. I posted a picture on my not-tumblr blog of her wearing my glasses, and every comment was “Oh my gosh she looks just like you!!!” “I would never have known she was adopted If you hadn’t told me!!” “Are you sure that’s not an old picture of you?!”

So apparently this is what I look like:

At least she does look cute in glasses.

Now I've heard about Queerbaiting but this is just ridiculous

sometimes i wonder if we have forgotten that sharing creative work is, fundamentally, a bid for human connection. like I'm not posting art or fic for 'engagement' i'm posting it looking for other sickos to play with! i'd be making it anyway for my own gratification because there's something wrong with me, i'm sharing it hoping we can have something wrong with us together <3

Someone get this man a sword holster PLEASE

Anyway: World's worst knight! He's a hobo!

A Holiday meets a FRIEND

I don’t know I’m pretty enough to be in Bridgerton but I definitely think I’m funny enough.

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