'I flirted with the idea that instead of being trans that I was just a cross-dresser (a quirk, I thought, that could be quietly folded into an otherwise average life) and that my dysphoria was sexual in nature, and sexual only. And if my feelings were only sexual, then, I wondered, perhaps I wasn’t actually trans.
I had read about a book called The Man Who Would Be Queen, by a Northwestern University professor who believed that transwomen who were attracted to women were really confused fetishists, they wanted to be women to satisfy an autogynephilia. And though I first read about this book in the context of its debunkment and disparagement, I thought about the electricity of slipping on those tights, zipping up those boots, and a stream of guilt followed. Maybe this professor was right, and maybe I was only a fetishist. Not trans, just a misguided boy.
About a year later, on the Internet, I come across a transwoman who added a unique message to the crowd refuting this professor. Oh, I wish I remember who this woman was, and I wish even more that I could do better than paraphrase her, but I remember her saying something like this: “Well, of course I feel sexy putting on women’s clothing and having a woman’s body. If you feel comfortable in your body for the first time, won’t that probably mean it’ll be the first time you feel comfortable, too, with delighting in your body as a sexual thing?”'
-Casey Plett, Consciousness
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Ok, but why did we forget about The Crow Gerard, I want to talk about The Crow Gerard
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I have a lot of feelings about Benedikt's grief in the first bit of Our Violent Ends and how he deals with it/how it affects his relationships with other people, but I don't know how to put it eloquently so I'll sum it up by saying I want that shit injected into my veins
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You know how you sometimes stumble across things and you get this intense feeling that this product didn't have a single woman working on it? Yeah.
I read this phrase a year ago and I have not known peace since (which I'm sure pleases Khorne). And yes, I now headcanon that followers of Khorne fund their misadventures by selling period products.
I'm sorry.
Patreon, society6, and redbubble don't offer Khorne-themed menstrual products, but by the Chaos Gods they should.
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bill cipher is the character ever. he swears in cartoon sound effects. he has beef with a baby. he didn't know what colors were until he was like at least 27. he's the most powerful being to ever visit earth. he only exists in dreams. he's an alcoholic. he's a victorian. he almost certainly worked retail. he doesn't know about his own gender. he also doesn't care about his own gender. he's depressed. he likes silly straws. he knows everything. he's stupid as shit. he thinks that normal is just a setting on a washing machine. he's touchy about his sides being uneven. he's a flatland oc. he's owned by disney. he responds to "willy." he thinks in all caps. he has a reddit account
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A universe swapping quirk that transports Katsuki Bakugou into his favorite slice of life manga. Your world.
He shows up at your door. Immediately recognizing the cute little flower pots set right outside your door and pounds on the door. The vibrant little snowball hydrangeas and mandarin orange gerber daisies.
And you - you’re the Y/N L/N.
Katsuki subconsciously and instinctively moves his giant sweaty palm to clutch at the fabric stretched over his pec right above his heart just like when he reads something stupidly domestic about you in the chapter. His heart might actually leap out of his chest.
Your complexion is dewy, radiant, glowing; and your hair is perfectly highlighted catching onto the afternoons rays as you nervously twirl a lock of hair around your finger. Just the way he’s seen sketched out a dozen times.
And he’s only mildly surprised by your hair color, because obviously you’d have something fabulously different. But he never imagined your eyes to be this shade of e/c or to literally be sparkling underneath those fluffy lashes.
And to see the pink flesh of your pronounced cupids bow pout and then pull taught into a warm smile at him.
Everything about this is overwhelming - you’re his fucking fictional crush. The one he swears he’d marry if you were real and by some god-damn miracle getting nailed by a quirk finally worked for him.
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