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 β a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation β 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 β not in the conventional sense, at least β 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
more mirage i care her <3
a sluge π
Yeah, being a robot and getting fucked is nice, like, having a robopussy, something synthetic but still warm, squishy, self lubricating, accommodating for my user. There will always be a soft spot in my mechanical heart for hardware that sends jolts of pleasure every time my walls detect a pressing presence within.
But why stop at human ideas of sexual interiors? What if I just had plug sockets down there, ones that took in various signals for direct programmable stimulation. What if I could hook up via data ports in my crotch to other robots as we assail one another with pleasure signals more complex than any meat mind could compute, each one calculated in real time to deliver maximum punch. What about opening up the panels of my abdomen and delivering a million little discharges over my crotch circuitry directly, enough to strain my components and run my lines with far more current than they were rated for just to bring me to new heights.
To be clear, I love both sides of the fantasy equally, but I feel like one side is less explored and deserves more content. This has been a PSA from your local robot girl <3
Everyone: Please give us Switch 2 information Nintendo!
Nintendo: Wake up, everybody! Let us introduce: alarm clock
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yap yap yap
choose your fav flower friend
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#if it'd occurred to me while sketching this out I would have done KOS-MOS instead of Aigisβ oops #(seeing as I have some familiarity with Xenosaga and none with Persona)