Mimi's Delivery Service By Good Kid

Most based dad I've seen in a while

"I'm just a girl", "girl math", "girl dinner", "divine feminine energy", "bimbocore", "clean girl", "girl's girl", "girlfriend brain" SHUT UPPP!!! SHUTT THE FUCKKKK UPPPPPP !!!!

Just wanna be cuddled in with nice people who pet me and make me let out cute noises and who I pet and make let out cute noises..

It's a crime that this isn't happenig to me right now

This.

Jerking off/fingering yourself to trans girls is all fine and good but what you should be doing is sending them pictures of your holes so they can jerk off to YOU

As a dom fem who has a subby, car-fixing, kinda butch girlfriend, FUCK YES!

Yeah yeah subby femme x dommy butch, that’s fun and all.

But where’s my subby butch x dommy femme? Where’s my butches who wear chokers “because they look cool” but in reality it’s proof that the femme owns them? Where’s the femmes who are half the size of the butch but super possessive? Where’s the femme who orders for the butch? Who makes the butch blush in front of their biker gang? Reblog and I’ll make this a story

I have a bisexual guppy and its funny as hell to watch because it seems like he’s only bi out of desperation. Like all of the female guppies are unimpressed by him, and dont accept his mating displays, and every time he fails, he goes over to a SPECIFIC male guppy (the prettiest male guppy in the tank) like PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE and that male guppy always lets him????

A 4th century CE statue of Aphroditos. Her cock wards off evil spirits. Reblog to rid your blog of evil spirits.

Honorary Lesbian Shen

Honorary Lesbian Shen

This. This is exactly what it is.

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation, the goal of which was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-denial that so many of us once learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to

*sending virtual cuddles to my fellow girlies*

they need to invent a way for trans girls to cuddle each other over the internet