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poolboyservice · 6 months

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so,, if bronies are boys who like my little pony, and pegasisters are girls who like my little pony, then..

enbycorns are non binary folks (or people who dont wanna use brony/pegasister) who like my little pony! :D

#please dont tell me someone else thought of this #I've been thinking of this for 2+ years now dni #personally not really a brony but ygs r cool #franky posts

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snobgoblin · 1 year

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there are bronies. there are pegasisters. so uhh unicorns. enbies. uhhh maybe enbycorns idfk

#mlp posting #im gonna use brony and pegasister interchangably bc theyre both cute

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chillykitty · 3 months

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I'm not asking what would be 'most accurate', if you're a woman but usually call yourself just a brony and not a 'female brony' then just click brony, I've just included every term I remember that I've seen people use to refer to themselves before

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#im VERY curious #mlp #brony #pegasister #unienby #enbycorn #mlp fan #mlp collector #my little pony #poll #this is inspired by the amount of mlptok ppl who told me im not a brony #mlptok is wild they make up the weirdest things

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theenbycorner · 3 years

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Drop a heart if you wish your parents were like this...THIS IS SO WHOLESOME! <3

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enby-art-creations · 3 years

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Enbycorn

#alicorn #pony repaint #mlp #nonbinary pride #trans pride #pony oc #toy repaint #toy modification #art #original art #my oc #ocs #scopophobia tw #lgbtq artist #lgbtq art #gems

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sceneirken · 4 years

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NEW CORE: BRONYCORE!

bronycore iz basically a core inspired by da old mlp:fim fandom, frm liek 2011-2014, b4 it got hijacked by gross ppl >_<

bronycore ppl can reclaim brony, pegasister, and mai own term 4 nonbinary ppl, enbycorn! by using dem 4 ourselves, we r taking dem back frm teh nasties!! XD

BRONYCORE STUFF!!

"brohoof" "JOIN THE HERD" "luna is best pony" and other stuff like dat!

classic mlp memes like 20% cooler and fluttershy's yay!!

old mlp fansongs!! DID SOMEBODY SAY DISCORD?!! XD

ponysonas and ponification!! I'm gunna ponify Zim and nobody can stawp me!! OWO

"cringy" mlp ocs like alicorns and stuff!

popular pony fanfics like cupcakes, fallout equestria, and my little dashie!!

PONY GIFS!!!!

basically classic brony stuff b4 all the gross ppl showed up!!!

@braincake666 @goxh4rd SPREAD DA WORD!!! THERE'S A NEW CORE IN TOWN!!! XD

BROHOOF!

#scenecore #bronycore #emocore #cringecore #fangirlcore

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theenbycorner · 3 years

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This feels so liberating to say! Maybe it's an affirmation you should give to yourself on dysphoric days 😁

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theenbycorner · 3 years

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"How can you be genderfluid? Just pick a damn gender!"

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theenbycorner · 3 years

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Dear people around me...

I don't expect you to use or remember my pronouns every single time. I don't expect you to remember my new name. I don't expect you to remember to not call me a girl. I am not following a trend. I am not faking my dysphoria. This is me. I am them. And all I ask is that you acknowledge and that you try.

Main/Personal blog: @mrbeanslefttoe

((Send in any literary works, rants or poems onto the enbyorner community tab! We'd be honored to share your works of art, stories and experiences!))

~EnbyCorner creator, an AFAB Transmasc Genderfluid person

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theenbycorner · 3 years

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A "gender journey" poem. Each stanza, I get older. December 2020.

My pronouns are they/them. I am nonbinary.

(CW for internalized transphobia/homophobia and descriptions of dysphoria.)

I am a girl.

I am happy. I am free.

I want to be a president.

The first girl president.

I am a girl.

I like the colors pink and yellow.

I wear my hair long and braided.

I make friends and play kitchen and house.

I am a girl.

I want to carry chairs for my teacher.

Only strong boys can carry the chairs.

I help her pass out papers instead.

I am sweet and good and quiet.

I am a girl.

I cut my hair.

It's still long, but shorter now.

My family puts me in Christmas dresses.

I feel like I can't breathe.

Still, I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I cut my hair again.

I donate it to other girls.

They need it more than I do.

I should be thankful, they say.

Women are jealous of my hair.

They can have it.

Still, I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I see two women kissing.

The grown ups turn away.

I don't turn away.

I stand and stare.

Why do they hide their faces?

Their smiles make me feel like flying.

I am a girl.

I feel my body changing.

Boys turn to look at me.

I don't like it when they look at me.

I bleed and grow curves.

I am a girl. It hurts.

I am a girl.

I see another girl and smile.

My thoughts are racing.

I know it's wrong.

I shouldn't feel this way.

I think I like girls.

I am a girl.

I am in middle school.

I am a girl and it hurts.

I am a girl and I hide in my jacket.

I am a girl and my body is suffocating.

I am a girl and I cry in the bathroom.

I am a sinner because I wish I was different.

I am a girl.

I cringe when I hear it.

I want to hide when I look in the mirror.

I can't hide. I just stare back.

I am a girl.

I am on the bus.

A girl tells me she is bi.

I ask what that means.

She laughs.

She explains and I know she is guilty.

She is guilty of the crime I also committed.

I am disgusted.

She is nervous.

I want to cry.

I am a girl.

I meet a friend.

She is beautiful and kind and hurting.

She hides in her jacket.

I understand. She is a girl.

We stick together.

A boy at our table says that we are lesbians.

He is angry. I don't care.

She looks at me and understands.

We are both girls. And it hurts.

I am a girl.

I am confused.

I think I like girls. And boys. Does it matter?

I can't tell my family.

They scorn the gentle sinners.

I talk to my friend and find others.

Some of us are girls. Some of us are gays. All of us are sinners.

I am a girl.

I meet other people.

I learn that there are others like me.

We hide in our jackets.

We are hated but we stick together.

I found a boy who was like me.

He was a girl, too. He changed.

I am not like him. I am not a boy.

I am a girl.

I am a girl when my friend becomes a boy.

He tells me on the phone and I understand.

We hid in our jackets.

He grew out of his jacket.

He is my best friend.

I am hurting and I am quiet.

And still, I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I find a girl, no, a person.

They are beautiful.

Something I have not heard of.

I learn when we're together.

I embrace what I don't understand.

I bring them money for their birthday.

They flatten their chest and cry with relief.

They grew out of their jacket.

I loved them.

I crossed their deadname from the wall when they left.

I think I am a girl.

I'm not sure what to do about it.

I have learned that I love all genders.

It doesn't matter.

Why does gender have to matter?

I am a girl. I am a boy.

No. I am not a boy.

I am barely a girl.

When people ask, I am a girl.

I am not a girl.

My heart flutters when I am mistaken

For "sir" or "son."

I am not a boy but it sticks with me.

I cut my hair. My family is angry.

My family is angry but I am free.

I am not a girl or a boy.

I am something inside of myself.

Still, when they ask,

I am a girl.

I am not a girl.

I am a "she" in the way of a pirate's ship.

My gender is like the ocean.

Never discernible. Never quite the same.

I am still friends with the boy that outgrew his jacket.

I tell him and suddenly I outgrow mine.

He calls me "they" for the first time.

I cry.

I am not a girl.

I change schools because the world is falling apart.

But I am not a girl.

When I change schools, I feel different.

They all call me by a name that isn't suffocating.

They don't know to call me anything else.

I meet two other boys.

Both of them had outgrown the jackets they hid in.

It warmed something inside of me.

The teachers used their pronouns.

I felt hope.

I am not a girl.

I have told this to some friends.

Some don't understand.

They don't have to.

I am not a girl.

The ones who stay use my pronouns.

They know, they know that

I am not a girl.

I feel like I can fly. I shed my jacket again.

I am not a girl.

I am nonbinary.

I express my identity as I see fit.

I wear jackets when I need to,

But they seem lighter now.

I am made stronger by the acceptance of myself.

I hope to one day leave my jacket behind.

I am happy, I am free.

And I am not a girl.

An amazing poem by @https://queer-person-crowe.tumblr.com/! We are so thankful for their contribution to our page. Follow them and show them some love for this excellent piece!

#submission #nonbinary #gender dysphoria #gender #they/them #poetry #enbycorner #theenbycorner #queerpersoncrowe #original poem #lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbtq community

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theenbycorner · 3 years

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Me accidentally forgetting my deadname and getting momentarily confused when people use it:

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theenbycorner · 3 years

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Anything But

TW: Gender dysphoria, misgendering, transphobia, self-harm, mention of suicide, eating disorder

"What do you mean?!" She says,

"You're my daughter!" She says.

"This is nonsense!" She shouts,

She'd come to find her little girl was anything but.

"No haircut," She says.

"No binder!" She says.

"No stupid pronoun changes!" She shouts,

She doesn't want to accept her little girl as anything but.

"You're following a trend," She taunts,

"The world has gone mad!" She taunts.

"I'll never accept this!" She shouts.

She'll never accept her little girl as anything but.

"Why don't you socialise?" She probes,

"Why do you isolate yourself?" She probes.

"Nobody will help you." She grunts.

Maybe because her little girl is anything but.

"What is this razor doing here?" She questions,

"Why are you suicidal?" She questions.

"You've done this to yourself." She groans.

Her little girl is alive, but wants to be anything but.

"Darling, I'm scared." She frets,

"You're skin and bones!" She frets.

"Please eat, I love you!" She cries.

Her little girl is dying, when she could be anything but.

"You know what?" She says,

"I'm getting you a haircut" She says.

"But I'm not calling you 'they'!" She retorts.

Maybe her little girl isn't a girl after all - she's anything but.

"You don't want your skirts?" She asks,

"You don't want your bras?" She asks.

"That's fine, I'll give them to charity." She sighs.

She's starting to accept that her little girl is anything but.

"You look like a boy in those clothes!" She says,

"You're not my son, you know that?" She says.

"But I accept you're not a girl" She states.

She has realised her child was never anything but.

This is a poem I wrote based on my own struggles with gender and mental health. To anyone who is going through the same, hang in there. We'll both recover in every way possible, someday. <3

-Falen, theenbycorner Creator and Owner.

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theenbycorner · 3 years

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Can you think of any other things to go inside the heart? Please share them in the comments!

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theenbycorner · 3 years

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I am soooooo excited to announce the EnbyCorner's TransArts campaign! So far, 2 users I have reached out to have contributed, and now I am opening it to everyone. The campaign is (as the name suggests) revolved around the art produced by all trans* and non-binary individuals in the LGBTQIA+ community, and our page will showcase them! Got anything that was stated in the images above? Read on to find out how you can get involved and what the process will look like!

1. Make sure your art is entirely finished. We humbly will not be posting half-finished art.

2. Message the enbycorner page or the owner to explain what your art is, give the title and your name or the name of your tumblr page for clarification. We will also require your pronouns so we know how to address you. If these are not given, we will use gender-neutral pronouns (they/them) and refer to you as the tumblr page name that you contacted us on. If you want, you can also share your name, age, social accounts, gender, sexuality or anything else you would like us to mention in your post!

3. If you'd prefer not to message, or can't, you can also submit your art and the needed information to the "submit a post" section on our page! We will review it that way and post it if it is accepted.

4. You will receive a message from Falen, the owner, confirming your post! Thank you for participating.

Got any questions? Submit them on the "ask a question" tab or send us a message.

I hope to see man submissions from our awesome community! Thanks for reading,

Falen, the EnbyCorner creator and owner.

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theenbycorner · 3 years

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Untitled Poem by Deuteragonized

there is agony in every fabric

skirts on signs

or skirts in seats

in a skirt, a mantlepiece

even now that my hair’s short,

a skirt in my mother’s mind

this is forever

this is who i am

i will be a child always

innocent man, do you even realize how lucky you are?

Thank you so much to @deuteragonized for this splendid piece of work! Make sure to visit their page and support their poetry.

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theenbycorner · 3 years

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"The Way She Sees Me" - Gale

I don’t know what I want her to see when she looks at me

Right now she has memorized my identity

Like she’s studying for a test

But not very well because she often forgets

The comments she makes, the words that she says

I know she still thinks I’m a girl

All she can see is my lipstick and my short skirts

My tight shirts and my bras and I can’t make her understand I am not naturally skinny,

I’m not naturally beautiful or handsome whatever you want to call it, that’s not me

So when I wear too big jeans and too long shirts and too many sports bras I just look like a girl who has given up

All she can see is my soft jaw and my soft nose and my hips

And maybe I don’t want her to see me differently

Because she could fall in love with the girl with the dark red lips and shaved legs and lacy bras

She won’t, because I am not enough for her

But I can see her eyes linger on my waist and maybe I don’t want that to change

But it hurts to see that in her eyes I am still who i used to be

Here is an excellent poem by @the-real-slim-shady! He is the second person to contribute to our #transarts campaign here on the page - a post will be made soon to officially announce it! Be sure to show him some love by visiting his page and checking out his socials!

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