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i'm getting the computer jpregnant

I'm lying in bed awake with my gf who is very much still asleep. Just sort of scrolling Tumblr and enjoying my time here. When she sleepily rolls over and pulls me into a cuddle, then whispers "Mine" in my ear. I'm swooning. This is bliss, I look over to her expecting her to be a little awake, but no. Sound asleep as her breathing goes back to that deep sleepy breath. I may have not been physically seen, but even in her sleep, she knows what I need. I love being trans, I love being a lesbian, I love being hers, I love her. This is what it's all about folks.

i dont want a job i want my throat fucked by a pretty girl while she grabs me by my hair and uses my throat like a fleshlight

"*X country* should colonize the US! Please nuke the US!"

You all will do anything to not give us our land back huh

You deserve to be kissed until the world melts away—until nothing exists but the warmth of her lips against yours, the soft press of her body, the slow, intoxicating rhythm of hands tracing over curves that finally feel like they belong to you. You deserve the way she breathes your name like a prayer, like an answer to a question neither of you ever had to ask. The way her fingers skim over your skin, teasing, learning, cherishing, until you feel less like a person and more like something divine, something worthy of devotion.

You deserve the stolen glances that turn into lingering stares, the way she tugs you close by the collar of your shirt, her smirk daring, her voice teasing. The way she whispers, low and full of promise, how beautiful you are, how you drive her crazy, how she’s been waiting for this moment since the first time she saw you, shifting nervously in a dress that finally felt like home. You deserve the laughter between breathless kisses, the playful tug of her teeth against your lip, the way her hands settle on your hips with a possessiveness that makes your knees weak.

You deserve to be wanted like this, to be loved not just for who you are now, but for every part of you that led to this moment. Every choice, every struggle, every whispered wish to finally feel right in your own skin—it all led here, to her, to the way she looks at you like you’re the most breathtaking thing she’s ever seen. You deserve to be adored, to be touched with reverence and reckless abandon, to be known in every sense of the word. And gods, you deserve to be kissed like she’ll never get enough.

Oh no my camera fell!! Ahhhh 🤭😘

It's called mutual masturbation, because you should do it with your mutuals. ♡

I don’t know how anyone expects me to be “normal” again. after transitioning.

like I could ever go back to that numb, half-version of myself now that I’ve finally started to feel.

There’s a whole new language living in me. Thoughts that weren’t there before. Feelings that crept in slow and now won’t leave—soft, girlish things that’ve carved themselves into my vocabulary. A blush when a girl holds my gaze too long. The way I catch myself swaying to music that feels like home in my hips. The aching desire to just be held without needing to explain why.

And then there’s my autism—sweet, difficult, intimate autism. The way I stall right before doing something, because my brain wants a blueprint first. I don’t need a push, I need a hand. Someone to whisper, “Here’s how it's done.” and maybe smile as they guide me through it.

But most people? They get uncomfortable with those kinds of requests. They don’t like slowing down, or making space, or walking me through the step by step. They get impatient.

Except trans girls.

Trans girls get it. We’ve all stumbled through these messy, glowing awakenings together. We’ve all had to relearn how to live in our own skin. And so when I hesitate—when I stammer or freeze or overthink—another transfem will often just… know. She’ll soften her voice, offer a reassuring look, maybe graze her fingers against mine like she’s saying, “I’ve got you. Let's try this again.”

It’s tender. It’s playful, too—how we flirt with our fear, tease the tension away. How a “let me help you” can turn into “let me hold you,” and suddenly, you're melting into her arms wondering how you ever existed without this.

And if I happen to fall in love with every girl who walks me through it?

Well… I think that’s just part of the magic.

None can own me! I'm for the streets 😤 Come prove me wrong! You cant!

Please come prove me wrong 👉👈

original phrase by @soldierexclipse

Nothing to see here but thicc thighs and bite marks 👀ok now I'm finally sleeping fr at 5am lol