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#cw gender dysphoria
aforgotto · 2 months
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they're sisters to me
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if Tumblr fucks up the formatting on this one more time I'm going to actually cry
I had a whole passionate ramble about trans woman Versace under a readmore but I guess I'm not allowed to add it or else I'll break the post. I hate this website.
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cheatsykoopa98 · 1 month
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Not sure if I can really write properly about the topic being a cis guy, but I do hc Aibel as some sort of chat AI interface that Zooble used to vent to as a therapist, probably without money to afford a real one
And when they were sucked into the circus, Caine got hold of their data and made them into a changeable body. It was with good intentions but I don't know if it only made Zooble more dysphoric or not
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iceman-soup · 3 months
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ftm reader (pre top surgery) x gaz
Gaz helping you through a difficult dysphoria day, when everything's gone to shit and you're struggling more than you have in months.
You were feeling kinda off in the morning, anxiety fierce and the thought of going outside or seeing anyone sending you into a state of nonverbal panic. He's been careful to keep his distance, not touching you unless you initiate it first, but keeping a steady eye on you all day.
By the afternoon, you weren't much better. You ate lunch as normal then hid away in the bedroom, hunching a blanket around your shoulders and becoming absorbed in a game you only paid half your attention to. Gaz sat on the bed, switching between reading a book and doing fuck all on his phone, glancing up every so often to check on you.
He took careful notice of how you sat with your knees to your chest, even after they must've started hurting like that for so long. You took minimal bathroom breaks to avoid the mirror and kept picking at whatever snacks were lying around. Otherwise you chewed on your lip, only stopping when he says your name as if you're the cat about to knock a glass off the side.
He makes a simple meal for dinner and brings it to the computer for you, kissing the top of your hair then going to eat his own from the bed. He doesn't say a word other than a quiet "here you go," as he gives you the food.
You shower once you're finished, then change into your pyjamas. That's when the dysphoria gets noticeably worse. Usually showers weren't too bad - you sat down under the water and just didn't look down to avoid any triggers, but that just didn't quite cut it this time. And once you were in your pjs, packer and binder taken off for bed, that shit hit you like a truck.
Thank fuck for hoodies, 'cause that was your only crutch for the next half hour or so. Your boyfriend picks up on the shift immediately, silently jumping into action, never forgetting a detail as he starts to prepare a little dysphoria sanctuary on the bed. You half-game, half-watch as he gathers up blankets and pillows, running about the house to dig out an old lego set you never got around to making yet, then fetching a tray from the kitchen so you could build it on the bed.
Gaz kisses your temple and pulls you from the chair to the little den he's made by your hand, careful to avoid touching anywhere near your chest - or anywhere, really. He plugs his phone in then props it against the hoodie you've just taken off in exchange for a blanket and dumped at the end of the bed (it was touching your arms in all the wrong ways). He opens up an old, shitty youtube video, more for background noise than anything else. You go to reach for him but he dashes off again out of the room.
Taking the lego set and the tray and setting them out in front of you, you shrink into yourself, trying desperately to ignore the way your body seems to be halfway in fight or flight mode just from the concept of boobs. The blanket is softer than the hoodie, and drapes down to cover your body. Building the lego keeps your hands and brain a little busy, and you feel more productive with that rather than fucking about on your computer all day, at least. Gaz creeps back into the room, and you look up, wondering why he's suddenly all slow.
A tiny smile tugs at your lips when you see he's holding your cat - already purring when he puts her down on the bed. She rubs her head against your knee then flops down and stretches out, purring louder when you pet her. Satisfied that everything is in place, Kyle crawls across the bed to sit against the wall, holding you tight when you shuffle towards him and lay your head on his lap, the cat curling up in the space between your stomach and hunched up knees. Your boyfriend gently scratches your scalp, muttering praise for his best boy until you're much more relaxed, watching you build the lego set and helping find a piece when you're convinced it was missing (it was right in the middle of the tray).
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thund3randrain · 2 months
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the overwhelming urge to tear my chest apart is too real you guys :)
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toc-the-elder · 1 month
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I think it's funny how I contextualise my big coming out journey. Like it's always seen through the lens of what I was doing at the time, and not through that of the strength and emotion that led up to it. There wasn't one big moment, but many little ones that add up to a journey.
I still remember the moment I realised what I was. I saw a new PhilosophyTube video was up. Something to watch while I shaved my legs while nobody was home. The video has since taken on a more obvious title, but at the time it was something innocuous and unrevealing. And it was Abigail coming out as trans. And I sat and I cried in the bathroom of my mother's house because I couldn't believe it had taken so long for me to realise *why* I was shaving my legs while nobody was home.
I can recall where I was when I got myself referred to a gender clinic. I was stood by a river on a grey November afternoon in a city I had been to once a decade prior. And I very clinically explained that I was "experiencing symptoms of what I believe to be gender dysphoria" to a GP over the phone while I had a smoke for moral support. There were lots of reeds, and some powerlines strung overhead.
I remember when my best friend found out. I had been in a bad place and was in and out of hospital and he (somehow) remembered my Reddit handle and tracked me down to see when I was last active only to see me pretty openly identifying as female and trans. He messaged me to say he saw it, but he was just worried about me.
I remember when I had to tell my ex about it. We had both bought tickets for Shadow of Intent (my absolute favs) on their Melancholy tour cycle, but then the plague happened and they delayed for like three years, and by the time they came back around, they were on the tour cycle for a whole new album. She and I hadn't spoken since we had broken up in 2021 (unknown to her, I had been experiencing a dysphoria-fuelled identity crisis which destroyed our relationship) and she wanted to know if I was still going and I had to work out how to tell her that I was a whole different person now.
I remember being sat on the homeless hostel bedroom floor, newly homeless, and a good way into my transition, and tearfully hanging up on my mum after refusing to explain why I couldn't come home. I hadn't seen her in nearly a year, and didn't know how she would react to the visible changes to my body, and I knew I couldn't go back in the closet. So I called my older brother and cried while I told him. He was always going to be the first to know, as he had always been firmly on the side of trans rights. He offered to pick me up the next day and take me home to tell mum, just in case she banished me or something. I remember the first time he saw me as I am now, and didn't say anything. It was just another day.
I remember telling my mum in the kitchen the next evening, after hurriedly wiping off all my make up and scraping off my nail polish in my brother's car as I thought it would be a bit much for her to handle. We even stopped so I could put on a pair of guy pants I had kept for such an occasion. When I told her, I remember dancing around it as I did, impressing upon her the medical necessity of a certain process I had started. And when I told her, she shrugged and said "Good. What do you want for dinner?"
I remember telling my younger brother when he got home from his holiday. We had wandered to the woods nearby for a smoke on a lovely summer's day and when I told him I remember being very blunt about it. His response was mostly, "Huh. Neat. That's got to open up a whole bunch of questions for you. Like how does that affect your sexuality? You gonna get the op?" He didn't make a big deal about it, he just defaulted to his inner biologist brain. He was genuinely curious, rather than being weird about it.
It just seems like in retrospect, the ordeal of telling everyone seems secondary to the actual things I was doing when it happened. It's so strange how it all just recedes to a series of rather unremarkable still images in my mind. I've got a ways to go yet, but I'm getting there.
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toaster-trash · 7 months
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This is kind of similar to a different thing I did in the past where I was kind of charting my interests over the years for fun, but I decided to kind of do a similar project charting my art over the years as well.
CW: Self harm, transphobia, gender dysphoria, other implied heavy topics and disturbing imagery, mostly because I decided it wouldn’t exactly be a proper representation of my art over the years if I didn’t include the more explicitly personal stuff too.
And alas, outing myself as a former Danganronpa and DSMP kid. (Totally included in the “disturbing imagery” CW frfr) I swear I’m a changed man🙏
From 2020–Present (Technically Year 9 — Lower sixth)
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prettyboybillyhargrove · 10 months
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Ftm Billy on his period having gender dysphoria and Steve helping him get through it by being the biggest goof around. He calls Billy's ovaries brovaries and it makes Billy laugh every time.
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windydrawallday · 2 months
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FEEL YOUR SKIN
One-shot comic from the past year about my experiences coping with gender dysphoria and assigned binary roles. Feat my birdsona Maggie and Acantho (early design, changed a bit since then).
… practically I'm baring my heart and brain here; also my views are not facts, I know talking about these themes in public can help others to realize and reflect on their own views. Something I find pleasant and one of my main objectives when sharing my comics!
From my side: I always felt uneasy about my gender because, since my teenage days, I saw how different girls were treated than boys. Because I was a "girl" I needed to look like this or that to be treated like one and UGH.
I felt sad and angry with myself for not falling properly into my assigned label so I practically rejected all of it to the point of hating everything "femme" coded… I was so wrong.
It wasn't the fault of the label, the clothes, aesthetics, colors, etc, or even the roles but of society for imposing them without any flexibility or room to question and reinvent them.
The script for this comic is from October 2022 during a time when I was questioning if I was non-binary and--. I thought: if someday I wish to use that label, first I need to make peace with this other part of me. And in the next months, that's what I tried to do and I found I didn't hate it as I used to do.
That doesn't mean I will go back to it by default just that now I understand and cherish its existence as another option for me to choose when I feel like it! And even… I want to let some traits of it be part of my new gender expression in the future.
And to keep admiring and loving people that surround me and identify with it.
And because I have gotta admit: IT FEELS SO GOOD TO JUST BE SEXY FOR YOURSELF.
Feel your skin: make it yours from the inside out!
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austinramsaygames · 9 months
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Posting the original tweet since it has the author in it.
CW sex, gender dysphoria, homophobia, military recruitment, war, death, body modification.
This is a very interesting story that touches some of the same complexities that Isabel Fall's I Sexually Identify As A Helicopter worked with. Minor difference is that it's about mechs.
PS the author still appears to be working on it as I read what seemed like a finished version earlier today, but two additional paragraphs have been added since then.
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therizino-ao3 · 5 months
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MCYT Yuri Week Day 4: Transgender
@mcyt-yuri-week
Pairing: Gem/Pearl (Gempearl)
Summary: Gem struggles with her identity, but as it turns out, her girlfriend was trans all along too.
Contains: kissing/making out, transfem!gem, transfem!pearl, gender dysphoria, internalised transphobia, gender envy (in a negative, I'll never be her kinda way)
Getting dressed in front of a mirror was a bad idea.
She knew that, obviously. But, well, she wanted to look good for tonight. Staring at herself, it was a wonder she ever even thought that was possible to begin with. Her shoulders jutted out far too wide and her face was far too square and jagged and she could see the bump of her adam’s apple. She was a deer-hybrid – and as proud of her hybrid status she was – she hated the thick, dark hair that crawled over her skin. The dress was so cute when she picked it out, but now, she felt so much like a boy playing pretend.
She forced herself to look away. She shouldn’t dwell on the negative thoughts. Tonight was going to be a great night! She was going to be with Pearl, watching movies and eating dinner. Pearl – her amazing girlfriend and also her greatest source of gender envy. She couldn’t help it. Pearl looked so pretty and amazing and even though she was tall for a woman and sometimes wore masculine clothes like suits – was still so undeniably feminine. Pearl – who she had been dating for a few weeks now – and still didn’t know Gem was trans.
Logically, Gem knew it would be fine. She wasn’t the only trans hermit, plenty of others were out and everyone supported them, but the idea of telling Pearl still made her heart twinge with fear. She had come so far and had been stealth for so long, the idea of someone else knowing? It was terrifying. But, it was Pearl. Pearl who was the most understanding and caring person ever. It would be okay. She had to keep telling herself that.
She finished the last details on her hair and make-up, took a deep breath, and sent Pearl a text.
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It was several hours later and all her previous worries had floated out of her mind. It was so, so, so easy to forget when Pearl was right there and laughing with her and reminding Gem how beautiful she was. Her nails were painted and they were rewatching Legally Blonde and they were lazing about on the sofa, messy paper plates discarded on some coffee table – and just doing that, she felt so much like a girl her heart could burst. She turned to Pearl and Pearl turned to her, smiling.
“May I request a kiss?” she asked in her sweetest voice, leaning over.
“You may always request a kiss, Gem!” Pearl said, pulling her over the rest of the distance and bringing their lips together.
It was far from the first time they’d kissed, but it still felt surreal. Pearl’s lips were so soft against hers, brushing so gently, like fingers tracing along antique pottery. Gem buried her hands in Pearl’s silky hair and melted into her, opening her mouth and pressing as close as she could. Pearl reciprocated, deepening the kiss. They continued, somewhere along the way Pearl pausing the TV, so the room was filled only with their soft hums and moans and gasps. Gem brought one of her hands to Pearl’s waist, holding her. In return, Pearl rested a hand on Gem’s thigh, stroking up and down.
Gem stiffened and pulled back, “Wait, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Pearl paused, “Do you want me to stop what I’m doing?” It was a genuine question.
“No, it’s fine. It’s lovely, actually! I just… need you to listen.”
Pearl nodded and stared at Gem, waiting.
This was so much more nerve-wracking than she thought it’d be, “I- I’m transgender. As in, a trans girl. And I haven’t like, taken any hormones or had any surgeries or anything. I just… thought you should know.”
Pearl blinked and then smiled, sweetly, “Well, thank you for telling me. Y’know, Gem, I’m a trans girl too! And even if I wasn’t, it wouldn’t affect a thing. I love you for you, not for some body parts. And, if something I do ever makes you dysphoric, just ask me to stop, m’kay?”
Gem stared, having so much to take in. She felt like she was tearing up, “You’re trans as well?”
It felt impossible to believe. No matter how much she knew it wasn’t true, sometimes she felt like as a trans girl she’d never be as “real” a girl as a cis girl. But, knowing Pearl – a beautiful, confident woman – was just like her, it… made everything feel so much more possible. She hugged Pearl.
“Aw, Gem! I am indeed, and it’s lovely to know my girlfriend is too,” Gem felt Pearl bury her face into her hair. Gem felt like she was going to explode out of… something. Something positive, for sure.
“Can we just cuddle for a bit?” Gem asked, still desperately, desperately, in love with Pearl, more than ever before, even. But, right now, she didn’t feel like kissing.
“I have no complaints,” Pearl said, squeezing her girlfriend tight.
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aaaaaaaaaa sometimes my body doesnt feel like mineeee
i wanna put my Gender Clothing Item on but i cant yetttttt :{
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wishing-stones · 7 months
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What about the boys with Ren who is feeling incredibly dysphoric about their gender?
However they can help, they will.
Ren gets referred to with gender-neutral terms, but since they're a reader insert, they can have any pronouns you want to ascribe to them. This also means that they could experience dysphoria about their gender and/or body.
The guys... aren't really bound by this constraint. All of them present masculine, but... skeletons don't really have a gender. (Which I guess could make all of them trans??? Same sort of deal with Hapstablook -> Mettaton. They/them to he/him) The same could, theoretically, be said of all monsters until they're old enough to determine their gender. Buuuttt that's not really the substance of the ask here so I'll get off this Monster Gender Theory tangent lol
They might not personally understand, but they'll do whatever it takes to make their human feel more comfortable. If it's switching up pronouns, it's an instantaneous and thoughtless accommodation. If it's body dysphoria, they'll provide however they can. Safe bindings, a packer, and if it's wanted, surgeries can be prepped. It's a seamless part of their socialization (re: mosnter society) that takes very little for them to adjust to and support.
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some-vents-idk-yall · 2 months
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man fuck having a uterus 👎 0/10 would not recommend, terrible user experience
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homeskarunners · 6 months
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1/?
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leresq · 6 months
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Materials: foam backboard, masking tape, construction paper, plastic film, tissue paper, glue, glitter, artificial sand
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toaster-trash · 7 months
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A disjointed comic about identity
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