What Fucking Hell Dimension Are Y’all Blogging From

Of course you have a choice there's always a choice, it just that your choices right now are resist and fight back, or give in and enjoy it.

I rather hope you fight back, I'd much rather have you scratch and kick and bite as I break you.

But hey, if you'd rather be a participant than a victim I promise I'll be so soft and gentle with you~

Vivipary - when seeds sprout while still being attached to its mother fruit

The three types of trans women:

Hottest butch dyke you've ever seen

The most beautiful broad in the entire world, legs that go allllllll the way down, smile that melts your hardened heart, the kind of beauty that the Trojan War was fought over

Ghost of a Victorian orphan chimneysweep

Finally something that clicks with me, ruffarf, in a doggirl way, not in a sexy way, not in an actually a dog way, but in a doggirl way.

i think the thing is, i worry that me making references to doglike behavior (wagging, barking, etc) will be seen as sexual by default. and its tricky because like yeah i am into pet play but i am also just a doggirl as a matter of personal identity. it gets weird and confusing though because i dont really identify with therianism as a concept (all love to my therians tho), i feel like i am a fully human woman, i am just a human woman who can be most accurately described as Being A Doggirl. its not a sex thing except for the times that it is. in conclusion i just wanna get to say wagwagwag and arfarf in conversation and have it not be weird!!!!! but alas i am forever cursed to think i am always making every person around me intensely uncomfortable :(

Estrogen saved my life I think

Manifesting 🙏

HOES MAD.

Feel free to use whenever you see a chud seething about Bridget being trans.

You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?