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i-may-be-an-emu · 9 months
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I HATE PERIODS I HATE MY BODY I HATE EVERYTHING NOW I HAVE TO GO TO WORK WITH BLOOD COMING OUT OF ME AND ACT LIKE I'M FINE I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT WHY AM I LIKE THIS
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puppybuttercup · 2 months
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On my period….too bad I can’t lay my face in a cat boys crotch :(
Wanna lay my face in a pretty boys lap and just enjoy some boysmells
(Is this *too* specific?)
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legendswafflez · 9 months
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CW: periods, gender dysphoria
I HATE PERIODS, I HATE PERIODS, I HATE PERIODS, I HATE PERIODS, I HATE PERIODS, I HATE PERIODS, I HATE PERIODS, I HATE PERIODS, I HATE PERIODS, I HATE PERIODS, I HATE PERIODS, I HATE PERIODS, I HATE PERIODS!!!!!!!!!!
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aqueencomplexx · 1 year
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Me: *starts period on Womens Day*
Me, screaming: IM NOT A WOMANNNN
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plagebringer · 4 months
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I’m eating chocolate covered blueberries high af
Could not recommend more
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There is a part of me that I don’t let you see
🦂🌹🫧🥩💡☎️🪞🌡️
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arawnsworn0vate0poc · 5 months
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Ftm/Ftnb disphoria hack;
Use IcyHot for Period symptoms.
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okscallion-4221 · 13 days
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Over here screaming and going through the horrors because I didn’t get my period for like 2 months straight and I got it again and now it hurts and I have a headache and I feel sick and I’m gonna cry
Anyways more art coming soon maybe I just wanna die
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i-may-be-an-emu · 3 months
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Tw dysphoria triggers for afab trans and non binary folk (being called femal and woman and stuff) and periods
I got a period tracking app called “period” as in a full stop, its icon is white with a full stop on it. It causes me minimal dysphoria and is really great with not being like “hey you girl woman she/her girlboss are you ready to have your really girly female period?!?!” Like other ones. It isn’t obvious on my home screen and doesn’t really have any gendered parts to it. I think it can also help track birth control but I’m not sure because I don’t use birth control myself (I’m ace and sex repulsed so yeah that’s my birth control) you can also log physical symptoms and keep track of how many sanitary items you used that day. I’ve only had it for a week so idk how the tracking of the cycle works or anything but so far it’s great and I thought I’d share for any other people who get period dysphoria but still want/need to track their period like me.
EDIT: YOU CAN ALSO TRACK TESTOSTERONE DOSES!!! (and estrogen and progesterone doses too!!!)
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Sometimes when I get my period, I just kinda randomly hemorrhage.
It's been happening since I was pretty young but got noticably worse after I had my last C-section in 2022.
Some months are fine, some I have my usual(ly horrible) endometriosis flare ups, but others I just bleed until I pass out.
I went through 5 super plus tampons and two regular tampons between 1 pm and 8:15 pm. I was at work during that time, and I had to keep running to the bathroom so I wouldn't suddenly bleed through my clothes.
I keep getting pale(r than usual) in my face and my feet keep going numb. I keep getting lightheaded and dizzy. I feel freezing.
I know that none of this is normal but I also know that nobody is going to take me seriously because it's "just a bad period" even though the chart on the box of tampons I have leads me to estimate I lost 2.5-3 ounces of blood in the span of 7 hours which is... well, Google says that the average person loses that much blood during their entire period, which seems like a low estimate on Google's part, but like....
This is not normal.
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softd0m-charlie · 2 months
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man I'm so foggy and stressed out and anxious and emotional lately.... pspspsps pretty puppy boysss pspspsps cmonnn you wanna come over here and let me put a leash on you.... ooooo you wanna ride my cock and call me master while i praise you and grip your hips so hard that i leave marks and breed your cute holes over and over until i feel better sooo bad pspspspsps
(and obviously i will lovingly tell you how good of a job you did afterwards and clean you up and make sure i didn't hurt you by being too rough, and if i did i would very gently kiss any bruises or scratches i left and clean them up if necessary and cuddle you for as long as you wanted and play with your hair and give you a massage and-)
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genderqueerpositivity · 10 months
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CW: testosterone therapy, periods, physical changes from HRT
Earlier this year, I'd reached a point where I was wondering if I'd already seen all of the benefits and changes from testosterone therapy that I could possibly receive. It really seemed like everything had come to a halt as far as changes from HRT go.
Worse, what started as random spotting and painful cramping (which I originally blamed on really high stress) eventually became full blown periods, and this went on for months. At one point, it really felt like I wasn't even on T anymore. I blamed myself, because I would occasionally be late or forget to apply my testosterone cream. I thought that the bleeding, the inconsistent T levels, and the lack of progress was my own fault.
And then, I had to switch compounding pharmacies. And every single one of my problems disappeared within two weeks of starting the first tube of cream from the new pharmacy.
Nothing else has changed. Not my dose, nor where I apply it. I still forget and apply a few hours late sometimes, other times I miss a day entirely.
But the periods and cramping haven't returned. And I'm beginning to see small changes here and there again. I have to trim my ear and nose hairs now; I have more chest hair than ever before. It's time to face the fact that testosterone has made me a bear lmao.
Point being, looking back I really think that the quality of the testosterone cream I was getting from that first compounding pharmacy was kind of suspect. Looking at reviews online from other people really confirmed my suspicion; many people claimed that the quality of the prescriptions they received was wildly inconsistent from month to month. Not to mention, more recent reviews seem to suggest that their business is going under entirely, and from my own experiences attempting (and failing) to get my prescriptions filled with them in a timely manner, I'm not surprised.
I don't often see a lot of posts from trans folks on testosterone who use compounded cream, so I want to put this out there for others to see. If you're struggling to maintain consistent T levels, don't rule out the quality of your prescription as a possible cause. Make sure that the compounding pharmacy you're getting your T from is reputable and has good reviews.
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master-xochimilli · 2 days
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Shout out to being so so fucking needy and whiny that you just stupidly hump and rut into a poor little plushie while whining like a pathetic dumb pet who misses its owner
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ftm steve, established steddie. contains detailed descriptions of periods.
Steve spends the first day of his period absolutely miserable. His emotions are all over the place. One minute he's this close to lashing out at the first minor inconvenience and the next he's ready to bawl his eyes out.
He knows Robin can tell that something's up. She keeps asking if he's alright and Steve tries to brush it off, tell her he's fine, it's just a little headache, he couldn't sleep last night. But then that sends her into another spiral that makes Steve want to scream and throw something just to get her to be quiet.
Those are mean thoughts, Steve knows, but his body's all out of whack, and his knees and lower back are killing him and he swears he can feel his fucking hips shifting. Add in the cramps that are steadily rolling through his uterus and he's so fucking close to committing homicide.
He's in the stacks, dead-eyed as he stocks the new animated releases, and shifting from foot to foot because now those also hurt and he can feel the beginnings of a migraine that'll have him calling off the next day, and he just wants to go home and lay on the couch with his heating pad and his boyfriend while some shitty TV show plays in the background.
"Steve?" Speak of the devil.
Steve makes a noise of acknowledgement and continues to shelve the tapes. He ignores the pang in his chest that makes him want to reach out and pull Eddie closer and burrow into him.
As if he can read his mind (or tell by the look on his face), Eddie steps closer. "You got Robbie real worried, sweetheart," he says gently, hands in his pockets. Steve can tell he wants to reach out for him the same way he does.
"I'm fine, Eds," Steve says. More like he tries not to snap at the only person who knows about his "condition." He can feel his agitation rising, though, with another wave of cramps that are accompanied by nausea and a sick feeling of something gushing from down there.
"Is that why you look like you wanna blow chunks all over the place right now?"
Steve maybe puts a tape on the shelf a little too hard. "It's been a shit day, Eddie, I really don't need sarcasm right now."
Eddie puts his hands up. "Sorry, sorry." He comes a little closer and lowers his voice. "Talk to me, baby. What's the matter?"
Steve sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "It's the first day," he mutters behind his hand.
"Hm? I couldn't hear you, Stevie."
"I said–" Steve sighs again, harsher this time, and his hand falls to his side, his gaze firmly locked on the tapes in front of him. "It's the first day, and the first day is always shit. It feels like a rock's sitting in my stomach or something and I can't take more than two steps without feeling like I'm gonna puke."
He doesn't mean to unload it all onto his boyfriend, but he asked for it. His perfect, wonderful boyfriend who takes it all in stride without a single hint of judgement or disgust.
"I'm hormonal as fuck, man, and it’s like customers chose today specifically to be even more annoying than they usually are, like they made it their personal mission or some shit."
Steve looks to the front of the store where Robin is still at the counter and then back at Eddie. "Robin keeps asking me if I'm alright, and I love her, Eds, I really do, but if she keeps it up, I'm gonna end up snapping at her and then she'll cry and that'll make me feel even worse."
Steve takes a deep breath, holds in it for ten seconds, and exhales. "I just need a break," he says, sounding defeated, and so so tired. "I just need to be alone for five minutes, and–"
Eddie, who has been quiet this whole time, like a saint, letting Steve rant until he runs out of steam, tilts his head and looks at him with those big Bambi eyes Steve loves so much.
"And what, Stevie?" he asks gently.
Something in Steve's chest snaps and his bottom lip wobbles before he can stop it. The back of his throat burns like it always does when he's about to cry, and– yep, here come the tears.
He takes a shaky breath and his voice breaks when he says, "I need you."
Eddie's expression falls into something Steve absolutely hates. "Baby–"
Steve clears his throat and the tears are gone as quick as they came, though his eyes are a little red rimmed and shiny.
He shakes his head and waves Eddie off, putting more tapes on the shelves like he didn't just have a mini breakdown in the middle of his shift. "It's fine, Eddie, really. I'll just, I don't know, take a painkiller and tough the next couple hours out."
The tape he's holding is gently taken from him and set on the shelf for him. Eddie levels him with a raised eyebrow.
"Is that really what you want to do?"
Steve bites his lip. He doesn't. Work is the last place he wants to be at today, or this whole week for that matter.
He shakes his head with a soft, "No."
"Okay, then."
Eddie tells him to go grab his things from the break room. Steve is too exhausted to argue. He comes back to the front counter but before Robin can launch into a lengthy apology, Eddie interrupts her with a minute shake of his head.
Steve holds his arms out and pulls her in for a hug anyway.
"I'm sorry for being an ass all day," he says and plants a kiss on the top of her head.
Robin hugs him back and kisses his cheek. "I'm sorry for being pushy." She pulls back and takes Steve's hands in hers, lacing their fingers together. "Hope you feel better soon, dingus."
Steve can't leave his car at work overnight so he follows Eddie's van to the trailer. He grabs one of Eddie's pullover hoodies out of his closet once they're inside and a pair of baggy sweatpants before making a beeline for the bathroom to pee and change his pad.
Soon enough, Steve comfortable and cozy on the couch, covered with at least two blankets and even more pillows, his hood pulled over his head and mussing his hair up even more. Eddie's got My Friend Is a Vampire playing on the TV, but Steve's saving grace is the heating pad that's covering his waist under the blankets.
Steve groans softly as he's hit with more cramps and shifts his hips against them.
"Here, sweetheart." Eddie comes back from the kitchen and hands him a cup of hot chocolate. He reclaims his spot next to Steve, boxing him between his body and the back of the couch. "How you feeling?"
"Like shit," Steve grumps, taking a sip and reaching back to set the mug on the side table. "I'd rather take being gnawed on by demobats than have to deal with these cramps. At least I can see the bats and try to stop them." He winds his arms around Eddie's waist and rests his head on his shoulder.
Eddie crinkles his nose in distaste. "Frankly, babe, I'd rather you not go through either." He rubs his thumb over the skin of Steve's hip. "What's stopping you from using all that government money to pay for your surgery?"
Steve hums and turns his nose into Eddie's neck, smiling against the skin. "I wanna get at least one kid out of you before I do that."
They've talked about this. In length. Eddie was there for the Winnebago conversation. Steve wasn't lying back then, but he's since realized he was wanting all those things with the wrong person.
"Yeah?" Eddie's voice is amused. "You want a couple Harrington spawn running around the trailer park?"
"Nah, was thinking more along the lines of a Munson brat."
Eddie stills against him.
Steve comes out from his hiding spot and grins at the look on his boyfriend's face. He leans up and kisses his cheek. "Did I break your brain on that one, honey?"
Eddie shakes himself out of his stupor and cups Steve's face, pressing him into the couch so he can kiss him silly.
"I'm gonna give you so many Munson brats, baby," he promises between leaving kisses all over Steve's face and Steve's giggles. "You won't even know what hit ya by the time I'm through with you."
Steve guffaws and lets Eddie cover him with kisses and love.
"I'll hold you to that, baby, don't worry."
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jasperyourmutt · 3 months
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Oh to lay my head on your lap at the end of the day… to find comfort in just your presence and being… to not have to speak a word to know you care for me while your hands run through my hair, calling me all the list of pet names you know I love……..
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asharestupid · 5 months
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Btw if you're a man on your period you should remember that most men would be floored dealing with even an ounce of the pain. You are not any less of a man at all for this. Your doing great <3
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