Yurimaxxing 😭

hi, hello hi, um, hello o.o

Dur-nar back after a deployment and ready for some R&R!

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here is cat horse twilight

shes so WINGS!!!!! and NO MOUTH!!!! X(

ohh and the sketch!!!! yay

bad day today, so i finished cat twilight (sort of, i wanted it to loop but bblawgwah) ill get back 2 it tommroow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :3

also thank you to that one person who said a nice thing about my post text formatting, i was so smiling :)

BYEBYE BYE BYE

no one talks abt it but domspace is so real. yes of course sometimes when you pet your sub's head or kiss them in the right spot they'll whine and open up and get so pliant, but have you ever thought about how you flip a switch with your dom? have you ever noticed how sometimes you say something suggestive or bend over or do something that pushes their buttons and their eyes gloss over and their upper lip starts to lift into a snarl? how their voice drops five octaves and suddenly every sentence ends with some condescending pet name? how their hand forms a fist and that sweet goofy person they usually are just isn't home anymore? how when you call them sir or daddy or master they grip your legs a little tighter, how they start to lose their mind in the pain in their hand from spanking you so many times? how quickly the pet names become bitch and whore and slut and fleshlight as you scratch down their back and moan for them? i just think it's an understudied phenomenon is all. unrelated does anyone want to do research

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clippy

i know its the mets, but this is the coolest shit i’ve ever seen a human being do

I have a ravenous need to learn how to draw like this o.o

it's starting to feel real...

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation. the goal, for them, 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-deprivation that so many of us 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