Squeezing my patient's thigh, manipulating their skin to maximize the efficacy of their shot. The smell of the alcohol wipe in both our noses, laying the foundation for what's to come. Soothing you with calm words before I bring the needle to your skin. It's okay, there's no need to worry. Not as I inject the medication into your muscle. It takes no more than twenty seconds before I'm pulling the needle from your skin and massaging the area with my free hand. Such a good patient for me.
this isn't me doing a bit btw but people really want to talk about "transgender milfs" and then treat trans women/fems who genuinely want to get pregnant and be mothers like shit.
like it's a really rough experience feeling that alienated from your body and desires and the amount of hostility towards literally just wishing you could be a mother in a specific way and being upset that you can't is really fucked. everyone is so fucking hostile and weird about bodily autonomy including wanting to have a kid.
like people act like transfems are delusional for wishing they could have kids and society treats the idea transfem uterus transplants as either a laughable joke or a disgusting perversion. like fuck, be nicer. treat them right.
Saw a rat fucking around with the disembodied wings of a pigeon in a puddle on my way home. Now I don’t know that this was its endgoal, but the metaphor possibilities in the mundanely grotesque are vast I feel.
Galen + she/he + 23 + Misc. content side blog, heavy on aesthetic content. If you see my own art don't be surprised.
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