'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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Happy Ides of March to all who celebrate! Here's my Cinna the poet/Cinna the conspirator sonnet:
But mightier than these, both pen and sword—
Though you may make Rome's streets run red with blood
And I, with one precisely chosen word,
Can float your name untouched above the flood—
Is time, but not the blind, remorseless foe
Who crushes all beneath his sandaled feet
Inevitable as empire, and as slow
For in the end, the race goes to the fleet.
No pen is quick enough to catch your breath
The way it catches quick against my skin;
No dagger's keen enough to deal the death
That, in the dying moment, dies again:
Each one a Rubicon. The die is cast,
And, worse than senseless, slips into the past.
(on AO3)
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I dont think i ever posted this here
…. I swear theres a good explanation for it
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image id: a digital drawing featuring arcade gannon from fallout new vegas parodying the album cover for “duty now for the future” by DEVO. arcade is standing up with his body facing the viewer, but his head turned away so that it is visible from the profile. his hands rest at his sides and he has a calm expression, his eyes are closed. behind him, there is a circle in which there are two outlines contained, one, to the left of arcade, shows a chemical flask with a mixing rod inside, and the other, to the right of arcade, shows an atom. both the circle and the outlines are blue. on the left side of the drawing, within a red rectangle there is white text saying “FOTA, duty now for the future”. end id
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i’m a big fan of those 19th century novels with homoerotic framing narratives where a man writes an entire book about the sad downfall of his misunderstood “best friend” and is just obsessed with him the entire time
like, It is with regret that I lift my hand to pen the story of my friend, Mr. Dicksuckington. Indeed, upon reading his name many of you may now tremble with fear at the recollection of what a man by that name is said to have done. But long before anything of that dreadful business had come to light, I had the pleasure of calling myself one of the closest acquaintances, dare I say friends, of Mr. John Dicksuckington and I take it upon myself now to tell the world his story. Mr. Dicksuckington was indeed one of the finest, best, and most well endowed gentlemen I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
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Attrition ch. 16: Always the Same Old Story
“What are you doing here?”
“I should ask that of you. Seriously, Elphie, a religious convent? Who have you become?”
“A ghost,” said Elphaba. “If I'm anything at all.”
“You were always a ghost. Even back at Shiz, you were.”
Or, Glinda visits the cloister of her namesake. Things spiral from there.
🌸 Start from the beginning
In chapter 16, Glinda tries her best to keep things together by sheer force of will, and history repeats itself.
🫧 Read Chapter 16 here
🌸 Bookverse Canon Divergence || Rated M
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the only oda and dazai dynamic i'm interested in is like. dazai is a stray feral cat oda found on the street. oda just wants to feed him and dazai is scratching and clawing and hissing and running away only to get caught in a rainstorm and pathetically crawl back to oda's doorstep, pawing at the door until he's let back inside only to track mud everywhere. and still refuse food.
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classic procrastination: made a playlist for sub eddie week fic instead of just writing sub eddie week fic 🫡
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jolted awake from a post-appointment nap to jot down the line of dialogue for my wip that came to me in my sleep like a spiritual prophecy
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