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brattyratgirl · 3 days

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⛓️🖤 keep my in my chains 🖤⛓️

⛓️🖤 treat me like a toy 🖤⛓️

⚰️ let me feel those pulsing pains that give me throbbing joy ⚰️

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prettypierbi · 2 months

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Wanna be daddy's little girl 😢👅💦

#trans lives matter #trans guy #girlslikeus #love wins all #lgbt memes #trans women #femboii #instagay #trans boy #cross dressing #feminine sissy #pride month #maletofemale #transsexual #mtf transgender #transmodel #lgbt community #transgender pride

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whitney-alysse-young-blog · 5 months

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Time to get on my soap box. It really pisses me off when I hear people say, "Trans people are not really trans if they don't transition." What about poor people? (Raises my hand.) What about people who have health problems and are unable to transition. (My hand is still raised.) What about people who live in closed or semi closed societies? (Yup - that's still me.) What about trans people who are simply terrified of coming out? (Oh - that's DEFINITELY me!) Does that make me any less female than the person who is transitioning or has undergone gender affirming surgery? NO! So how do I deal with it? I live vicariously through the lives of trans celebrities, activists, and influencers. Don't tell me I'm not female, because despite my rugged exterior, i always have been and always will be!!

#transgender rights #trans lives matter #transgender #trans pride #trans women #transgender community #mtf trans #trans girls #trans artwork #trans are beautiful #transgender women #transgender girl #mtf transgender

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fagtroubles · 17 days

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The Femme moaning.

Background: suehiro maruo

#the femme #mtf girl #mtf transgender #t4t smut

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masculinnfeminin · 2 months

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#forcefem #mtf trans #mtf #mtf transgender #androgynous #transgirl #trans art #transgender #trans #transfem #trans femme #trans fem #queer art #t4t

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evolving-higher · 11 months

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#kim petras #transgender #mtf #mtf transgender #mtf success

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tsaaliyah · 2 years

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Am i wifey type? 😊

Snapchat: t

#transgender #ts girl #transgirl #snap #snapchat #mtf transgender

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clickthaicon · 1 year

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Some recents if anyone cares 🥺

#me #mine #transgender #mtf #mtf transgender #trans #male to female transgender #girls like us #trans woman #male to female #girls with tattoos #tattoo #mtf trans #trans girl

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brattyratgirl · 13 hours

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⛓️ where should we start? ⛓️

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pridebudoblr · 1 year

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Starting my own school?! (long post)

Hello everyone! As those who have been on my journey with me know, its my dream to open a Martial Arts school that is dedicated to the LGBTQ+ community. Everyone deserves to feel welcomed and like they don't have to hide themselves. As well as our community should know some sense of self defense.

With all of this transphobia currently presenting itself in horrific ways, I've decided (after talking with my therapist) to start offering virtual classes soon and begin launching my business.

I know this is going to be a slow process. I know virtual with Martial Arts isn't the best thing. However, any form of training is going to be what YOU put into it. At this beginning stage, I don't have means ($$) of getting a space of my own. Plus, I want those further away to benefit from the program as well. So, there will most likely always be a virtual option.

That being said, I am going to be in the process of building the platform here as well on Twitter to stay within the community. I won't be using Facebook until I've built more of the foundation. I plan to promote and run small sessions at events like Pride Festivals and even anime/comic conventions.

Not the biggest fan of zoom, so may be opening a discord channel as well. It's all a work in progress! I'd love comments, suggestions, advice, questions from fellow martial artisit and those in the LGBTQ+ community who have always wanted to train!

Please help me welcome in: Official Pride Martial Arts

#martial arts #lgbtq #budoblr #lgbtq budoblr #trans pride #ftm transgender #ftm positivity #mtf transgender #mtf positivity #mental health #gay #bisexaul #lesbian #pansexual #asexual #support all around!

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sarcastic-salem · 1 year

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So before I say anything else I want to specify that

I am transgender but I have decided to stop taking hormones.

I don’t know right now if this decision is permanent or not. What I do know is that I thought I would be happier being on HRT. And I’m not. I’m not happier and I’m disappointed with the results, which for me have been minuscule.

I feel like I’m constantly walking on eggshells in the transmasculine community. At least with the people I’ve encountered. Because my definition of masculinity has evolved a lot, but it seems like a lot of trans men are very eager to conform to the heteronormative societal norms that define “traditional” masculinity. Whether its toxic or not, and just never speak of it again.

I can’t do that — I can’t make myself be someone I’m not. And, for me, its resulted in a lot of bullying and misogyny. I mean, I know there are other reasons but I feel like me being more feminine than other guys constitutes a lot of it.

Feminine men are treated like scapegoats in the transgender and queer community. “Masculine” men see us as the root of all evil — we’re the cause of all the homophobia and infantilizing. And TERFs see us as easy targets either for bullying or to be converted into their cults.

On top of that, I no longer believe in gender roles and I just can’t do it anymore. It feels like even mens’ clothing is designed to make a statement and to portray machismo.

I do not want to make a statement. I don’t want to be told that I’m brave for wearing floral prints or the color pink. I don’t want to have to justify my every move down to the clothes in my closet.

I am always going to spread awareness about Civil Rights, and I am always going to remind people that Loki is a queer, transgender God.

But I’m tired, I’m stressed out — I’m losing my fucking hair.

I just want to exist.

Right now, I identify as nonbinary specifically agender or pangender. I don’t think I am particularly masculine or feminine. I’m just me.

I am still transgender, but being a transgender bisexual Heathen does not mean that I have answers to every queer Heathens’ problems or that I know the solution to every Civil Rights issue or whatever.

One of the reasons the @lokisbookworm account got shut down is because, aside from getting hate mail and death threats for nearly 4 years, I was starting to feel like an unpaid therapist. I want you guys, my followers, to feel like you can come to me for anything because I love helping people and making people happy. I really do.

But I cannot tell you if you are transgender or not. That is not up to me to decide — that is for you to decide.

And I cannot tell you if the crow in your front yard or the joker card you found in a library book is a sign from Loki or Odin or whoever. I don’t speak for them, okay, and whether or not I think something is a sign is not a valid reason to just skip discernment. And assume the best or the worst.

Never skip discernment.

This account was created by accident. Technically. I had another one and because I have no idea how to navigate this app aside from the simplest shit like reblogging and making a post, that other account got shut down when I was trying to delete a side blog. But the reason this blog exists is because I am trying to be a genuinely better person and I want to try to have a positive impact.

I’m not perfect and I have fucked up a lot. You guys have no idea how much of a piece of shit I feel like every day. For being narrow minded and argumentative and accusatory. Its embarrassing but its also disappointing because like…….I try to explain and people don’t want to hear it. To an extent, I don’t blame them — actions speak louder than words, right?

But this is the fucking internet and I’m not the kind of person who documents every single second of my life with a live post or a selfie. So what do I do? I try not to argue with people. If there’s a post I disagree with, I usually back the fuck off. Unless I’m triggered and being stupid because I don’t think rationally when I’m triggered. And if someone posts things regularly that I disagree with or that upset me, I unfollow them to avoid getting into arguments.

I do fuck up, I know. Part of the reason why that is because I cannot comprehend why people are acting like Tumblr is not a social media platform. When that’s exactly what it is. I cannot understand why people are so offended when you comment or reply to their posts. Especially when they’re able to turn off the replies and the reblogs.

Like the entire concept of Tumblr etiquette is expecting people to censor themselves in a public forum.

Jfc, this post has gone off-topic but um……Yeah, I’m nonbinary and transgender. Still queer. But right now, I am going off of my hormones and I don’t know what comes next.

I am still Milo.

I don’t give a shit about pronouns. People have misgendered me so much irl, I don’t even care anymore.

Happy Yule

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Blessed Holidays

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localtransdude · 1 year

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Every trans person needs a gender euphoria playlist this shit is a GODSEND

#he speaks #ftm #transgender #trans #ftm transgender #dysphoria #lgbt #mtf #mtf transgender

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whitney-alysse-young-blog · 6 months

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AN EVENING AT THE LAKE

Whitney Alysse Young

I walk in dim moonlight and gaze into the shallow glistening water of my favorite lake, admiring my reflection through its shimmering ripples. My shoulder length auburn hair flutters as a gentle breeze lightly wisps through it. My petite frame carries me silently and gracefully. I have practiced my stride for countless hours during my transition, and my hips sway imperceptibly underneath my fashionable print sundress. I look for a perfect spot and settle for a patch of lush green grass beside the shore. I have always relished the soft spongy texture of lush grass and it squishes between my newly manicured feet with fresh French tips adorning my toes. I shrug off my overnight bag from my feminine alabaster shoulders.

My overnight bag, a purse of sorts was given to me by my Mom. She made it by hand - khaki suede leather with dainty tassels, dotted with various brightly colored sequins that now reflect the dim moonlight. I fondly remember the day she gave it to me. She gave it to me soon after I came out, a token that symbolized both sadness over the loss of her son, and joy that she had gained a daughter. I love my bag's stylish look and appreciate the painstaking hours it took for her to make; most of all I cherish the symbolism of acceptance by my mother as her daughter - the fact that she viewed me as Whitney and that my male self was all but a distant memory. As I reminisce I feel a torrent of emotions, and tears well in my eyes. She was so happy that day. WE were so happy, and the warm embrace we shared provided me with a sense of validation that I was female and always have been.

My shoulders that held my bag, purse...whatever you want to call it...were once attached to muscular arms that have since evolved into their now slender form, replaced with a thin layer of fat underneath my skin like most other women possess. The thin extra layer has now enveloped my entire body, even hiding my once visible abdomen after years of feminizing hormone therapy. My face, once chiseled and angular has become softer, more rounded and feminine.

I kneel down and retrieve a beautiful lioness print fleece throw blanket from my bag. She has piercing eyes that always seem to beckon me. I gently spread my throw on the ground. I am Whitney now both on the inside and the outside. It was one year ago today that I had gender affirming surgery. So for all intents and purposes today is my birthday! Surgery is not a cure all. I have the same likes and dislikes, the same idiosyncrasies, but it has helped me cope with my everyday battles with the cold, cruel world - battles that I was unable to face before.

I smile and lie down on my throw gazing at twinkling stars and dim moonlight. I am finally happy that my mind is now in perfect alignment with my body. I look about furtively and ensure that nobody is watching before I remove my sundress, leaving me wearing only my pale shrimp colored bra and matching silk panties. I feel vulnerable as most women would even though I am sure I'm alone. We have always been told that we are the weaker sex. "The 'weaker' sex", I mutter. "it's such an archaic term as if women are not supposed to be strong". Our vulnerability is not a sign of weakness as much as it is a keen sense of awareness of things both seen and unseen - women's intuition if you will. I view my vulnerability as a strength, not a weakness.

I gaze lovingly at my bra and my breasts through the sheer lace fabric. I adore what hormone replacement therapy has done with my body. My breasts are not overly large. I never opted for implants because I never really felt they were necessary for my smaller frame. Besides, I like them! They are…well, they are perky! I feel a warm yearning deep within my tummy like a tiny match, and I watch with fascination as my nipples react. They become erect before my very eyes and protrude underneath my bra's sheer fabric, a product of the cool breeze intermingled with my growing feeling of desire.

I stare at my feminine body, a genuinely female form that finally matches my mind, my soul, my very feminine essence. I watch myself breathe, my tummy rising and falling methodically and my belly button piercing rises and falls in unison. My piercing has a surgical steel base with a cute little dragonfly that dangles at the end, one of many that I now own. I had my belly button pierced the day after the stitching was removed from my newly formed vagina last year - a symbol of rebirth like a Phoenix rising from the ashes.

The intensity of the little match inside grows within me. I stare at my flat front and feel just a trace of familiar wetness deep within my core. I feel blessed. Most transgender girls are unable to experience such a sensation, but when my mood is just right, I feel its erotic warmth, not as much as most women, but still plainly evident. I gently place my hand on my new vagina still awestruck that I have one now. The thin fabric of my panties is the only barrier that separates my hand from my vagina and I begin to caress it softly. My thighs part slightly so I can gain better access. It is much more natural for me to touch myself now, and I do not feel as clumsy as I once did right after my surgery.

My other hand roams freely about my body with soft, gentle caresses until it reaches one of my breasts, which I lovingly cup in my palm. I deftly remove my bra and slip off my panties. I am taking a huge risk now, but it enhances my desire. I gently graze my palms over my sensitive nipples, lightly pinching them from time to time. The sensation elicits a jolt of sexual pleasure along a direct conduit to my vagina.

I stare at my new vagina in awe. I whisper incredulously, "I have a pussy now!" It's still pretty hard to fathom. I gingerly touch my clitoris and a jolt of electricity courses through my body. Last year I would have been grasping my penis, but thankfully it no longer exists. Its only remnant is my now throbbing little button. My pleasure is much more fulfilling now, more passionate, more passive, and definitely more feminine! I am now consumed by an intense fire that burns brightly within me, but I am in no hurry to release like I was when I had the body of a male. I relax and just let go. I have all night.

I continue to lightly massage my throbbing little button and a tiny but audible gasp escapes from my full, glossy lips. My fleshly desire begins to grow exponentially when I gently plunge my finger into my quim's folds causing my back to arch instinctively. I allow my finger to remain inside me for a moment savoring its fullness. I slowly withdraw my finger and am met with a barren empty feeling that I ignore - for now. I tentatively touch my finger to my tongue and I taste my pussy juices. The familiar heady and slightly pungent, but strangely sweet taste of my sex overloads my already heightened sensory perception.

I slowly plunge my finger inside me once again and withdraw it until it is nearly out and plunge it back in. In-out-in-out...over and over. God, it feels so...so...nice, so...so - oh it is impossible to describe the pleasure I feel with mere words! I mew softly and caress my sensitive little button with my thumb, continuing to finger my vagina with one hand; I softly caress my nipples with the other. My movements become a little more methodical, more feverish now and I spread my legs wide open to full missionary position a passive position of submission in of itself. I bend my knees as if I am in imaginary stirrups at my gynecologist's office, only now I am examining myself.

I shudder and thrust my hips to meet the onslaught of me pleasuring myself. I moan uncontrollably as the delicious pressure of my impending orgasm approaches like a freight train hurtling down the tracks. My body can take no more and I am pushed over the brink. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me like the ripples in the lake that gently lap the shore. As my orgasm fades into the night, I sit up. My legs are still quivering and they feel like rubber, preventing me from standing to get dressed again. I am content to just sit for a moment under dim moonlight and twinkling stars in my little patch of lush grass beside my favorite lake. I am a woman who is completely in touch with my feminine energy. I am a female in mind, body, and soul...[to be continued?]

(This is my first attempt to write transgender erotic fiction, any genre of fiction for that matter. Constructive criticism and suggestions on how I can improve my writing skills are always welcome. In fact they are encouraged, but those who offer derisive or hate-filled criticism will be blocked.)