#tuberous breasts

[tubularbreastconfessions]

Since tiddies are freed, and community labels exist, I can now post my tubular breasts here for the 18+ tubular babes hunks and voids to see. A reminder to anyone with tubular breasts; I am a sex worker and you can be one too! Sw has helped me love my body so much more. It isn't going to be universal, but if you're thinking about trying out sw but you're holding back because you're worried there isn't an audience, there one million percent is!!!

I love you, you all are beautiful and unique, and hey if we look similar let me know!

#tubular breasts #tuberous breasts #tubular breast confessions #tubular breast problems #tubular breast community

[myacare]

TUBEROUS BREAST DEFORMITY: PROBLEMS AND SOLUTIONS

Tuberous breast deformity is a cosmetic breast condition that many women experience. It occurs due to abnormal breast development during puberty, which results in a distinct breast shape. Few research studies have been published; therefore, the true prevalence of tuberous breast deformity is unknown. 

More Info: https://myacare.com/blog/tuberous-breast-deformity-problems-and-solutions 

#tuberous breast deformity

[drdanielbarrett]

Enhancing Beauty With Tuberous Breast Correction Surgery

Well, the concept of beauty has changed a lot down the line. No longer beauty means a parameter to cater to social needs and structure. Hence rectifying what you think may not be right in your body is now being promoted with utmost positivity. Hence, more people are coming forward to get tuberous breast correction surgery done to enhance bodily beauty.

It is a material world, and you are a material girl. Thus, it leaves no room for arguing if you think you need to augment the size of your breasts. Tuberous breast is a kind of deformity rather than a congenital condition where the breast does appear undeveloped. This condition can be a source of distress and might result in developing low self-esteem. Well, be that as it may, there is nothing to worry the advancement in the medical field is also the savior this time. Tuberous breast correction surgery involves a technique that will help you get the desired beauty. For mild cases, implants will do the justice; however, in more complex cases, the professional may need to do a breast lift that is mastopexy.

Benefits

Undergoing Tuberous Breast Correction Surgery can profoundly affect a person's life. Apart from physical changes, one will experience a boost in self-esteem.

The conclusion

There is no doubt that breast correction surgery offers hope for those who suffer from breast deformity to achieve a beautiful bustline. However, it is suggested to see a surgeon before making any final decision.

#tuberous breast correction surgery

[imgabysama]

Brazilian ghouls✨ Part 1

(This is more like history and miscegenation lesson)

And this is a very, very long post

I'm really bad at this kind of thing (I'm actually not smart), but I really like my country and ghouls, soo, here we go

• Ok, Let's start with vital points, Brazil was a major distributor of coffee throughout the world for a long time and thanks to colonization our culture is extremely mixed, as most families have several descendants from different nationalities such as: Portugal, Africa, Japan, Italy, Germany, Dutch, Lebanon, between others, and of course a very rich and explored culture and diverse villages of original peoples that to this day are treated as if they did not exist

• Anyway, my main point is that here, it is extremely common to have multiple ethnicities and nationalities mixed in the blood. And this would be no different with ghouls

• I'm almost certain that the population of mixed-race ghouls in Brazil would be higher than anywhere else on the planet.

• First, following @tg-headcanons 's headcanons, before colonization, some indigenous villages which were found far from the coast and more in the center of Brazil (Jes) were able to coexist peacefully with ghouls, and since that time, there were already mixed relationships

• The villages were independent of each other, so there were also ghoul-only villages

• As Brazil greatly developed planting and agriculture, that the original people were capable of making recipes, using feasts from bodies collected in battles with rival villages, and specific recipes that used methods to make tubers edible for ghouls, such as cooking in blood, they also used breast milk, bones, and locks of hair in recipes or in consumption

• Brazil had a subspecies of ghoul "Suú-suúTa-ta" (from Brazilian Tupi, something like "fire chewer", capable of throwing the kagune on fire, which generated countless legends such as "boi tata" (a giant fire snake) and the curupira (the protector of the forest, a boy whose hair catches fire and his feet are inverted, he runs through the woods) These ghouls did not live in communities, but roamed the forests and lived in solitude, which ended up making them extinct.

• The native ghouls' hunting method was very native, hunting ghouls could spend hours or days on top of trees, waiting for prey, they imitated Brazilian animals, such as the jaguar (onça pintada), Attacking with a single bite to the base of the skull and crushing, or like anacondas (sucuri) or boa constrictors (jibóia), wrapping the prey with the help of the kagune and crushing the bones

• I think the bikaku would be the most common kagune in Brazil, the Ukakus in second place, would use the crystals as arrows

• Some ghouls could ingest sugar cane instead coffee

• Ghouls had a less developed language, mostly just sounds and limited words, without advanced grammatical training, the hunting ghouls were even quieter

• The ghouls attacked people from rival tribes, and the mixing of species began with marriages and unions between villages, to establish peace.

• These unions were usually with a female farmer or healer, and a hunting ghoul that was normally integrated into the village

• When a pregnancy occurred in these unions, there were rituals and great expectations, women began to consume meat that previously was only served to their husband and therefore, many of them discovered how to integrate the human and ghoul diet together.

• Crossbreeds between ghouls and humans were usually very strong and respected and were also influenced to procreate, which led to the beginning of miscegenation between humans and ghouls.

• Then, we have colonization, many African ghouls were brought along with others on slave ships, and many European ghouls took the opportunity to escape hunting and burning in the Europe and they came in caravels

• As colonization progressed, native ghouls were burned or drowned, those who did not have ties and families with humans hid in the dense forests of the Amazon

• European ghouls usually looked for ghoul slaves as well, (but they bought human slaves to eat) and were also surprised by the presence of half-ghouls

• African ghouls and native Brazilian ghouls used to always find each other strange, but when they were subjugated together, the ghouls began to learn about each other and the different cultures

• Miscegenation advances with ghouls, mixing not only nationalities, culture, but also subspecies, hunting methods

• Cuisine also advances, European ghouls were able to ingest only coffee, native Brazilian ghouls were able to ingest sugar cane and tubers prepared specifically for ghoul consumption and African ghouls could ingest some types of peppers or beans

• Natural mestizos had even fewer dietary restrictions, however, their kagunes developed less

• When people began to mix, European, native or African ghouls, the characteristics of African mimics became increasingly common, many European ghouls wanted their heirs to inherit the strong jaw and Brazilian bikaku

• However, the European elite stopped, or at least tried, with the mixture, when their heirs did not inherit Brazilian characteristics, at least not the ones they wanted, it just created good old eugenics and didn't stop other ghouls from banding together despite ethnic and genetic differences

• Little by little the ghoul community in the country increased, as the centuries passed, Brazilian culture shaped itself and became increasingly welcoming, ghouls were not just monsters, but part of the community and society

• European ghouls stopped living in the shadows, assuming themselves as ghouls when they achieved great purchasing power, this occurs in the 19th century during Brazilian independence

• Mestizo, African and native ghouls formed a strong alliance and built a culture, along with the enslaved humans at the time

• Many enslaved humans saw ghouls (except European ghouls) as heroes, since many ghouls rebelled and killed the plantation owners

• Ghouls were not excluded from Brazilian culture, but included in its daily life, culture, history, religion, folklore

• As more people immigrated to Brazil and ghouls from all over the world began to learn about the country of coffee and the strong, mixed-race ghouls, many ghouls from different countries started moving to Brazil

• This happened in the 19th century, when Brazil achieved "independence" from Portugal and became a monarchy (with the fucking Portuguese family in charge), It was an important century, Brazil experienced the success of coffee farming, abolished slave labor and received several immigrations

• With all these changes, the ghoul community grew even more and the mestizos had the chance to explore their kagunes, managing to develop them

• Almost every Brazilian has a relative who is a mestizo or ghoul

• Ghouls are common in Brazil, they are part of Brazilian blood, however, like any minority, many of them still suffer from prejudice and stigma

Well, that's the general picture of how ghouls developed in Brazil, there are probably errors and inconsistencies, but I'm refraining

I'm going to do more parts, because I had more fun with it than I imagined, so here are some themes that were still covered in Brazilian ghouls ✨

Creation of preventive vaccine for ROS

Mestizos, kagunes and Brazilian categorization

Regional ghouls

Ghoul Inclusion Programs and Laws

+ Violent and marginalized ghouls, illegal meat consumption, Brazilian ghoul elite

Probably some shit, because we Brazilians are very good at doing funny things

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul headcanon #Brazilian ghouls #a history lesson #I'm not good at history #an attempt to understand ghoul genetics #I'm not good at it either #please #Tell me if there is something about Brazilian culture that you don't understand #Or if it's confusing and stupid

[beansidhebumbling]

Prologue

Warning: Non-consensual groping

*

Death would not get them she vowed. Death would not touch Feyre or Elain. Death would have to face her first.

And so Nesta Archeron began to plan.

She was going to abduct a fae.

It started in Autumn when tragedies began to pile like corpses in the village. First a potato blight, then an infestation of rats in the grain supply, finally a draft of the few, young, able-bodied men for war. Blow after blow, left bellies emptier, faces gaunter, mourning wails more common, until the stench of death began to seep into the very ground, settling heavy like a dense fog.

Nesta knew this was coming, had heard the war on the continent was getting worse from a passing peddler. Had listened to the Holy One rejoice a year ago about the retribution delivered upon a village further east, all but a blessed few dead from contaminated water...that was what they got for trading with the trickster Fae after all. Nesta could not see how joy could be found in the death of babes, no matter their supposed transgression.

The pious, rankling, callous speech moving her to pry whispers from travellers of a scourge on potatoes in the eastern village, that caused them to be pulled rancid, blackened, crumbling from the earth. Of starving families fleeing in droves, those who remained feeding on grass and worms, infected water providing the bitter relief of a faster death to green stained mouths and thin skin stretched taut over bone.

She had tried to say something at the last hall meeting, broached the issue with a village elder about maybe switching to a different tuber to plant come Spring. Had received a smarting cheek and a public reproach. Had to kneel in the square as punishment until the moon was out casting its glow upon herself and Elain, her protector now, a silent presence and warning to the Holy One that not just the moon bore witness. Her thin, white shift turned translucent as rain fell in sheets, as the greedy, beady eyes of the Holy One, staring at her from the porch of the Holy House, consumed her body. Nesta's eyes began to burn with tears she would not let fall, for herself, for all the pain that would befall the innocents, in fear for her sisters, the only people her shrivelled heart could afford to care about. Her crushing sorrow was matched by a roiling anger, rising from deep inside, a storm of her own, at prideful men hiding behind sacred texts, damning them all.

It was dawn before she was released, not before the Holy One, in the guise of fastening a cloak on her, cupped her breasts with his skeleton hands, murmuring threateningly about a virgin sacrifice if the Gods continued to curse them for their sins. If Elain saw this, she did not say and so, the sisters journeyed in silence back to the cottage, meeting Feyre as she rose to hunt.

*

With each passing night, Nesta felt the acid of panic corrode her stomach, sleep a thing shelved for brighter times. If it were herself alone, she'd flee, dive into the darkness of the night, resurface in a quaint port town, far away, a place where she might have the luxury of kindness to spare. But Feyre and Elain, always softer than she, would never abandon their father, as he had done to them, in all but body. She would not leave her sisters and so like a rabbit in a snare, Nesta felt the primal terror of knowing death was coming, and she lay trapped and helpless, directly in its path.

To atone for the sins of their existence, the village had laid out a sacrifice, thankfully animal this time, to the Mother, a desperate prayer of a desolate people, pleading for a gentle winter.  Bonfires rising high, wood cracking, like drumbeats for the frenetic, ritual dancing of the concentric circles of villagers around the Holy One, who stood murmuring lines from the ancient book, clad in the starkest white cloth, lined face and pursed lips, turned upward to the sky, arms aloft. Two pretty acolytes, hair dark and long, falling in well brushed waves stood to either side. Features so delicate and soft with blades so sharp slitting the throats of two bleating goats. Their movements were smooth, practiced, barely flinching as blood misted their faces, crimson-freckled faces screwed in the ecstasy of reverential prayer.

Nesta could have told them the Mother, much like her own, was no benevolent presence, certainly not one that could be won by a few carcasses. There was no divine being to save them, but in the swirling, and madness, and joy, dancing brought her even now, a plan began to shape, in shadows and flickers, slowly forming between leaps and twirls, madness, even by her standards. No doubt one that would see her blood spray like that of the goats. But one that might save her sisters, pay her debts to them.

If nothing else Nesta would die in a blaze, no famine stricken body, no virgin offering to unhearing Gods. A life so restrained, a death so wild, in her last moments a bearing of her soul to those that would stand witness.

Death would not get them she vowed. Death would not touch Feyre or Elain. Death would have to face her first. And so Nesta Archeron began to plan.

She was going to abduct a fae.

#rhysta #nesta #rhysand #feral nesta #my love #acotar fanfic #gemwrites

[thatsonemorbidcorvid]

I’m sorry, this is very random, but I feel you and/or your followers may be able to address this: Are women really able to go topless with absolutely no judgement on separatist communes? I have what I think could be classified as tuberous breasts and I have never ever ever been comfortable topless. I wish I could feel better or even just feel neutral about my chest, but I can’t. I hate my breasts. As a teenager, I even prayed that I would get cancer so I could get a double mastectomy (I am grateful that the gender stuff wasn’t really a thing when I was a kid because I absolutely would’ve pursued that route). Anyway, someone mentioned toplessness in separatist communities in passing and I just wondered… Do women really go topless? Or is it just women with normal breasts? I just can’t even imagine how incredible it would be to feel comfortable topless for the first time in my life. The thought makes me want to cry. But is it true? Or is it just the women with normal breasts who are able to do this? Sorry again for this weird question, I don’t even really know how to phrase it.

I’ve never been on the Land (sobbing, wailing, keening, etc) so I’ll open this up for the community to respond to - I have been on European beaches though, and I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Breasts of all shapes and sizes hang free, and everyone is far too concerned with what their own look like to judge anyone else’s.

In the meantime, make your bedroom a separatist commune of one and let the girls breathe! The three of you are gonna be together a hell of a long time, luck willing, so you may as well get on. Sending love!

[sebstan2020]

Not Leaving

Chapter 32

Parings: Steve Kemp x Noa

Summary: What if Noa hadn’t managed to kill Steve and hadn’t been able to get away, what would have happened.

Alternative ending to Fresh were Steve wins against the fight between Noa, Molly and Penny

Warnings: Dom/sub, Psychopath, Kidnapping, Cannibalism, Captive, Handcuffs, Medical torture, Light bondage, Blood, Controlling, Stockholm Syndrome, Memory Loss

Steve unlocked the front door to the house, throwing his keys in the bowl and hanging up his coat. The house was quiet, as he expected. He’d be worried if he heard voices. They were downstairs, as they should be. Flicking on the light and making his way to the kitchen, he pulled open the fridge and took out a small glass tuber ware. On the front was a label in black with small white writing.

Sarah – meatballs.

He took one out and popped it in his mouth, a mixture of fatty meat and tomatoe sauce melting on his tongue. He let out a soft moan, closing his eyes in pleasure. He hadn’t had human meat since last night and he was craving it. It was like an addiction. He couldn’t wait to get out the house to have a taste of the succulent cuts in his fridge. Not that the ‘chicken’ he had in his soup was awful. Or better yet Kacey was terrible. It was the perfect cut of breast meat he’d had, and, in the soup, it was as tasty as he imagined it to be. Cooked to perfection by his wife.

He couldn’t help but have another one and chewed on it quickly, hungry like an animal that hadn’t eaten for days. Placing the tub back into the fridge, he sucked the sauce off his fingers and turned to head down the hall to work.

He hummed to himself, singing softly as he unlocked the door leading down to the basement, his footsteps light on the stairs. He passed each door, looking through the bars to check up on his girls. Sarah, Kacey, and Louise. Those were his current stock. Sarah was nearing the end and was soon time for her to go. He was hoping to maybe get a few more cuts out of her before he had to end her life. The clients always pay more when they are alive. Still the money was decent when they weren’t. But there was nothing like eating a slab of meat from a girl still alive while most of her body parts and organs had been taken away. She had pretty much accepted her fate. She didn’t even flinch when Steve entered the room or fight him as he carried her to the operation theatre.

Louise was the newest of the group. Scared, vulnerable and fresh. She was completely untouched. Not a single defect on her body except for a small mole on her hip. Pale skin and red hair. The clients will love that. She hadn’t stopped crying since she got here, and Steve needed her to calm down. Stress wasn’t good for the meat. It had an off taste. He needed it succulent, juicy, and tender. He’d give her a little something to calm her down later. Kacey was a tricky one. Constantly trying to escape, throwing every curse word and insult at Steve when he walked into her room. He told her so many times there’d be consequences if she acted up. But that didn’t stop her.

She almost got away a week ago. Steve had stupidly left the door open as he was uncuffing her from the floor and she had managed to kick him out the way to run. He should have been weary; she was a black belt in karate. She made it outside, but Steve had stopped her from going any further by shooting her in the leg. As punishment, her breasts were the next to go. He could have cut off her leg and stopped her from running anymore but where’s the fun in that.

Steve switched the lights on to the operation theatre, the bright lights almost blinding him. He started by changing into his blue scrubs. He folded his clothes neatly, placing them in the corner and out the way. He began setting up the surgery, playing out his instruments, setting up the anaesthetic, disinfecting the table and setting up his gauze, swabs, and bandages. He was going to start on Sarah, getting what he could out of her and if he had time move on to Louise if she was calm enough.

He prepared the girls their breakfast, placing a small cup on each tray with a couple of meds inside. He didn’t prepare anything for Sarah as she was about to go on the table. He first went to Kacey’s room, getting her out the way. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside, smiling down at her as she crouched in the corner, a glare on her face.

“Hey” he greeted, placing the tray a few feet from her. it didn’t take much for her to scramble from the floor to attack him but the chain holding her back pulled her, yanking her backwards whilst Steve casually turned and walked out, knowing that was going to be her reaction.

“I’m not eating your food you piece of sh- “the door shut abruptly, and her voice softened from the door. Steve ignored the insults being shouted at him and made his way to Louise’s room.

When he entered her room, she was quietly sitting in the corner, knees tucked under her chin, dried tears on her cheeks. Finally, she had stopped crying. Steve smiled softly as he padded into the room, gently placing the tray on the floor beside her.

“Hey, how are you?” he asked. Louise looked up a little surprised but didn’t answer. Steve sucked his tongue, pushing the tray closer.

“Well, I brought you some breakfast and some meds… they’ll make you feel better” he smiled, and Louise stared at him, eyes starting to tear up again.

“Anyway, I’ll be back later” he announced, standing, and walking back to the door.

“Wait!” she called, finally speaking for the first time since she woke up in here. Steve stopped in surprise and looked over his shoulder, eyebrows slightly raised.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” she stuttered, and Steve stared at her for a moment before smiling softly.

“Eat your breakfast” he said softly before shutting the door.

After a long day of surgery, prepping the meat for his clients, packing his next order, and feeding the girls, Steve started to head home. He couldn’t wait to just get home and see Noa. He wondered what she was cooking tonight. He enjoyed it when they cooked together, playing around in the kitchen, preparing their dinner together and then eating. Noa of course had no idea the meat was human, and it was going to stay that way. Steve was able to conceal it as animal meat. He purposely did the shopping so Noa wouldn’t go and buy meat from the store. He would bring the meat home in white plastic bags like you get from the butchers, so she didn’t recognise it as human. Everything was going just as he planned. Noa didn’t suspect a thing and he was going to keep it like that.

He reached home, parking the car in the driveway. He grabbed his bags and the shopping, shutting the car door with his hip before making his way inside. Bobby came bouncing up to him, tongue out and tail wagging like crazy. Steve gave him a scratch on his head before padding into the kitchen to look for Noa. There she was, standing at the counter, looking absolutely beautiful. she was stirring two cups, one with the strong scent of coffee and the other a sweet cup of tea. His footsteps alerted her that he was here, and she turned, smiling wide at him as Steve walked over.

“Hey” she greeted, and Steve didn’t say anything. instead, he took her in his embrace, kissing her deeply and tenderly, moaning softly and pecking her lips again as he pulled away, eyes filled with love and lust as he leaned his forehead on hers.

“Hi” he whispered.

“Did you have a good day” she grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Steve cupped her cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

“Yeah, I did” he murmured and went for another kiss, his fingers wrapping around the back of her neck. She smelt like vanilla and her hair was silky smooth to the touch. He could stay like this forever, her lips on his, faces nuzzling softly. he was in bliss.

“So, what’s for dinner tonight, I am starving. Had a three-hour surgery and then this guy was complaining at the desk, so I had to deal with that” he grumbled as he opened up the fridge, putting the bags of meat inside.

“Actually, I was thinking we could order a takeaway, there’s this chicken place a few minutes away and they deliver, or we could do Chinese” Noa suggested, and Steve froze a little. A takeaway. That means animal meat, something he doesn’t eat. He tried not to look so tense and turned, furrowing his brows a little whilst he put the shopping away.

“I went to the shop and brought some things so it’s not like we have nothing in” he said with a smile on the end and Noa shrugged.

“Yeah, but a takeaway means we don’t have to cook or clean” she tried to persuade him, but Steve wasn’t having it.

“I don’t mind cooking” he said.

“Are you sure, you’ve had such a long day, and how about you choose the takeaway” Noa smiled, and Steve let out a little sigh.

“I’m just not feeling a takeaway tonight. I’ll cook” he’d rather spend all night making dinner than eat animal meat. No, he had a beautiful cut of leg from a girl name Amy he had left in his freezer. A couple of spices on that and cooked on the grill would be delicious. Noa frowned a little but nodded, nonetheless. She didn’t want to argue over something silly as what’s for dinner.

“Okay, thank you” she murmured, and Steve turned to her. she seemed a little disappointed about it, but he brushed it off, giving her a caress on her cheek.

“Anything for you… so what did you do today?” he asked as he began to get things out for dinner.

“Well actually I ran into Kirsty” Noa said excitedly. Steve furrowed his brows, opening draws and cupboards getting out knives and seasoning for the meat.

“Whose Kirsty?” he asked, beginning to season the meat, cracking black pepper and salt on top and rubbing in a few spices.

“Someone I used to work with, apparently. Obviously, I didn’t recognise her when she said hello. I’m thinking tomorrow to go out with her for lunch. I’m hoping maybe she can rejog my memory and I can start remembering things again” she laughed softly.

Steve gripped the knife tightly but smile, pretending he was excited for Noa.

“I didn’t realise she lived in the area, what does she look like?” he asked.

“She’s blonde, kind of tall, wears smart clothes” Noa described her.

“I’ll have to look out for her… but that’s amazing, hopefully something will trigger a memory” he said and Noa came beside him, clearly excited, a big grin on her face.

“Yeah, I can’t wait, and it means I can get out the house a bit more” she said, and Steve turned to her after he washed his hands after prepping the meat and smile, cupping her face again.

“I love you” he whispered and Noa wrapped her hands around his wrists, her eyes squinting as she smiled up at him.

“I love you too” she whispered back. Steve kissed her sweetly before hugging her, his smile falling. This wasn’t what he was expecting to come home to. But it was nothing to worry about, it just meant he had more work to do.

Hey so I hope you like this chapter, let me know what you think in the comments and if you want to be tagged

@jabersplatt​​​

@sebastiansluts​​​

@pattiemac1​​​

@charmed-asylum

#Steve Kemp #steve kemp fanfiction #Steve kemp x noa #fresh #fresh movie #fresh fanfiction #fresh 2022 #Sebastian Stan #sebby stan #sebastian stan fanfiction

[chasing-demons]

Who I am, why I’m here

This was from my old twitter before I took an extended break...

I’m a WOMAN in my 30’s who for a very long time identified as non-binary

Why did I identify as non-binary? Because for some fucking reason despite a grounding in the first and second wave in feminism I got swept up in the narritives of the third wave

I never identified with my biological sex. Not because I am trans, but because I was raised to be a self-hating woman

Not only was I raised this way, I also had a deformity that made me not feel like a “proper” woman (tuberous breast deformity). I also have PCOS, leading to further medical alienation from my sex

I’m also bisexual (with a preference for women) and very “masculine” in character and occasionally in aesthetic

I have been beaten up for being a “dyke”, I’ve been deliberately called a man because I don’t fit the narrow stereotype of woman. I’ve been yelled at, hit, and abused for not being “female enough"

On top of all of this, I am a survivor of rape. Maybe one day I’ll discuss this more, but suffice to say all of these things left me vulnerable to the trans rhetoric

I even got to a point where I wished I was just a man, to make my life easier. Despite that, I never, ever, wanted to be a man. But I didn’t feel like a woman either. So, non-binary

I even envied people who had managed to have a phalloplasty and yet retain a vagina.

I got so caught up in this stuff that I became, like many, intolerant of any criticism of transgender ideas whatsoever. Even valid criticisms.

I’m not sure what changed, or how, but something did. Now I recognise I am a woman. Maybe it’s hard to connect with that, but that’s not because I’m "non-binary trans"

It’s because the idea of womanhood is so fucking restrictive that women like me are invisible

I know no other women like me.

Who understand my pains, or have experienced my difficulties, and I’ve felt too scared to go against the cultural zeitgeist to seek them out.

But here I am, looking for people who understand.

WOMEN who understand. Sex matters. (more on that later but for now, that’s me)

#resister #radfems please interact #radfems welcome #RadFem #detrans

[aeriona]

Updated species sheet for my beloved silly kangaroo people! These are Frenators, the most abundant sentient species in Khalodna, mostly in the south and south-east.

Biology infodump under the cut!

The frenator species (+ their relatives) are a part of it’s own taxonomic clade that does not exist on Earth; a group of mammals with highly abnormal traits. Examples include reptile-like reproductive organs (all their, uh, bits are inside their bodies unlike humans), and the fact that they lack breasts entirely. Yep, all Frenators are flat-chested! Or as flat as they can be really, they’re actually rather round.

Frenators are omnivores, but tend to prefer meat as it’s generally easier to find and cultivate year-round in the tundra than plants are. They do like tubers and other veggies, though. If they can find them.

They have bodies designed for both sustained bipedal and quadrupedal movement, making them very efficient and fast runners. Frenators also have rather long, thin bodies and a massive tail that is used for balance, and to help them navigate the tight cave systems that they sleep in at night when the weather is coldest (and the wildlife is deadliest!)

They lack fur everywhere on their bodies except for the mane (and whiskers? Is that fur?). The mane grows in a similar pattern to a horse (along the forehead and spine), it grows very long and is usually decorated and/or braided up. Most Frens wouldn’t dare cut their manes, they’re too precious!

I will delve further into Frenator culture in future posts, but a general summary is that they are very nomadic and travel almost all the time, only returning to their homes underground to escape the danger of the arctic Khalodnan nights.

Bonus fun fact: a baby Frenator is called a whelp. The more you know!

#my art #original species #Khalodna #fantasy art #fantasy #speculative biology #speculative evolution #speculative zoology #spec evo #worldbuilding #creature design #I love these guys sm

[tubularbreastconfessions]

Sorry for the long break, lots of life things happening lately.

An anonymous submission

#tubular breasts #tuberous breasts #tubular breast confessions #tubular breast problems #tubular breast community

[pwnyta]

Saw a post about how Genshin and Vtubers are doing irreparable damage to character design, which I kiiiiiiinda agree with, lotta the designs are just way too busy for their own goods

But they talk about how the "bases" are all the same (again, they're not WRONG), but that's kinda just.. anime and stuff to begin with??? Like, if the character is supposed to be "appealing" they're gonna be traditionally pretty/handsome, with the standard anime face shape. Like, it's been lobbied against Oda hundreds of times that all his "appealing" ladies have the same body type and face shape because they're supposed to be pretty/sexy. You take Nami and Robin and strip them down to bare bones, and the only difference would be Robin's nose (and I suppose TECHNICALLY their breast size, but you can barely tell the difference between those chapter to chapter)

My Hero Academia does a good job creating WEIRD character designs, but they're never usually important characters. Like, 1-A has 3 characters that break the mold (all boys, mind you) and they really don't have too much to do plot-wise. 1-B has even MORE weird designs, but you barely ever see 1-B (also, again, it's only boys in 1-B that are breaking the mold)

Like, that's kinda just the THING about character design, especially designing anime characters. You tend to choose "safe" characteristics to make sure they're appealing to a wide enough audience. Gotta make sure they fit the waifu/husbando box

Yeah nah I dont think its Genshin/V-Tubers... the reason theyre the way they are is because of anime in general... and frankly anime and really other media as well is the way it is because thats what most people want to see whether they wanna admit it or not. Thin, pale, conventionally attractive characters will sell well. Anything else is far more niche.

People take cracks at Oda for his same-y female designs but frankly I think he does better than a lot of people. Like Sailor Moon for instance... basically all the same.

And as for busy designs... well if every character basically looks the same theyll need accessories to stand out. Just keep piling weird shit on them and hope no one compares your character to another character...

My character will be an average height, thin, pale guy, with a messy, black bowl cut and grey-blue eyes....

At least that one on the end has yellow eyes instead! Hes a totally different character.... As is Shoto... since his hair isnt black.

Hey! Dont forget about Pony! Ponys got a weird MLP face!

#Dear Nonny. #Fandom discourse

[drdanielbarrett]

Picking The Right Surgeon For a Tuberous Breast Made Easy

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(4) Consultations

Don't always go with the first cosmetic specialist you see. Schedule consultations with multiple surgeons to discuss your goals and concerns. During these consultations, pay attention to how the surgeon communicates with you. See whether they take the time to understand your expectations.

To sum it up

These tips will be important factors when you set out to pick a good tuberous breast surgeon.

#tuberous breast surgeon

[justmaghookit]

cross posting from my twitter thread because of gender thoughts and societal expectations and being cursed with massive honkers.

desire for top surgery vs "bounce bounce" am i right lads?

tbr i have a complicated relationship with my chest. I got tits at like 12 and they grew very quickly, very large and are shaped atypically which caused a lot of body issues, and still cause me some self confidence problems to this day. i've got what they call "tubular" or "tuberous" breasts, which aside from physically looking different the only problem it can cause is difficulty breast feeding. Well medical problem, the social problems are bigger

not having any boobs to look at that look like your own can make you feel wrong and weird, I still have trouble being comfortable with my boobs because of how they look, doesn't help that anytime you google it the first couple of answers are "hey you want plastic surgery?"

literally lol, the biggest reason quoted for getting them corrected is that they cause anxiety. I don't begrudge the people that do get it done, but it goes to show just how badly social expectations on how your body is supposed to look can effect you

btw anyone regardless of gender can have tubular breasts, its congenital and usually presents during puberty. The breast tissue doesn't develop correctly and there is a very wide range of how it can look, the picture on the Wikipedia page is just one example

im convinced that way more people have it then is assumed, because not everyone is going to want or can afford the corrective surgery, which kind of horrifically, plastic surgery is where most of the information on it is. funnily enough though, i heard of it through an info-graphic that went around on tumblr several years ago. It was the first time i looked and went "hey hold on, those people have boobs like me, maybe i'm NOT an ugly deformed freak"

these days i am of the belief there is not such thing as a "typical" human body. The diversity of shapes we come in is vast, and no two people look the same, yes not even identical twins are FULLY the same.

anyway i think thats enough rambling for today. If you're reading this and you think your boobs are weird, they're not, they're just boobs, even if they're saggy or asymmetrical or your areola are massive or tiny and your nips are puffy or if they're innies, its normal

if i ever do decide to get top surgery, it will be in pursuit of gender euphoria, and not out of a societal pressure to correct a supposed defect.

#bird chatter #long post

[rad-gail]

Every time I’m met with questions about my pronouns or what have you, and I insist that anyone can tell I’m a female by looking at me, TRA girls will find a way to use my small tuberous breasts, gender nonconformity, body hair and especially facial hair as insults against me… and even when they point it out in a way that isn’t meant to mock me, the fact that they think any of those things should bring my sex into question is beyond insulting. What’s being implied is that I should hate myself for those things, so surely I must either deny my own biological sex in order to embrace these so-called manly traits of mine, or I must be a terribly unhappy girl whose very existence as a gender nonconforming and physically unique individual is perplexing (and more importantly terrifying) even to other females.

Girls who are not feminists or TRAs have othered and belittled me since just before puberty if not before that, because of my refusal or inability to perform femininity. I don’t hate them for this anymore. I think they’re afraid of what I represent, because they see the way I am treated and find an opportunity to put me down for male validation, and they convince themselves that if they avoid being anything like me, they can somehow escape misogyny. Sometimes we do the dirty work of the patriarchy ourselves. I’ve been guilty of that, too. I bring this point up because that othering is still being done to me, only now the so-called feminists are doing it under the guise of political correctness and trans activism. But I really want these libfem/TRA girls, who honestly mean well most of the time (except for when I disagree with them and they start insulting my ladystache) to reconsider what they’re really asking me, or even telling me, when they incessantly inquire about my pronouns or gender identity, or insist against my wishes that I am anything other than my biological and lived reality. A reality which, obviously, we both share, despite their efforts to deny this.

#radical feminist #radical feminism #radblr #rad fems do interact #female solidarity #tra bullshit #gender noncomformity #gender critical

[likeniobe]

Erasmus, for example, countenanced this voice-giving sententia, "ubi mel, ibi fel, ubi uber, ibi tuber," where there is honey, there is poison, where nourishment, cancer. (Open the sentence and find textual generation, literary history. As if the difference that determines phonemic variance were the locus of meaning, yet that 'm' should become 'f' or that 't' should come before 'u' is a matter of total indifference. The rhyme is generative, substitutive play. And it could go on. "Uber" from "ubi," copia in place, and "uber" is as much the breast as the copious text, "tuber" a swelling and a nourishing root.)

jonathan goldberg, voice terminal echo: postmodernism and english renaissance texts, 1986

#texts

[happyrecoveringslime]

hi! curious where you got your top surgery

if not comfortable sharing np jus delete :)

Hi! No problem, i got mine with Mr. Miles Berry in the cosmetic surgery partners clinic in London.

I've heard a lot of things about Mr. Berry so I'll take this as an opportunity to discuss some of that as well as my experience. Ofc you don't have to read this if it's not relevant, I just wanted to share for anyone who'd like to know!

I feel like Mr. Berry has a bit of a reputation and it's mostly for two reasons.

One is that his results for larger patients are not always consistent and can leave large dog-ears or left over tissue which he then dismisses. This is something I cannot speak about with personal experience, but people have documented their own experiences with his fatphobia, including dismissiveness at people requesting revisions. I think this is definitely a big flaw of his and something that should be researched in depth if someone wants to get top surgery with him at a bigger size.

The other warning I've heard about him is that he can be rude or unprofessional. This is something I would have to disagree with, but I understand why people say that. He is very blunt and he will say things as they are, and he can be a bit awkward. It seemed like he was approaching the surgery through a professional outlook to me, as if the breasts were not a part of me that I could be sensitive about but rather a job he has to get done and I'm just there along for the ride.

My breasts were already pretty weird (like the "before" pics in before-and-afters of many "corrective" breast surgeries) and he wasn't shy from describing them as they were - stuff like tuberous, under-developed upper hemispheres, etc. I'm pre-T and I do not pass and we discussed this; he wanted to assess how this could affect me in the future. I also have plenty of scars on my arms including ones that look like they could be keloids. When inspecting my chest, he noticed them, touched them and asked about them. He made clear he was assessing how my body responds to scars, the likelihood of my top surgery scars developing into keloids, etc. I understand how this can be uncomfortable to many people. He will just say things outright without considering that they could be potentially sensitive topics. He's blunt, but he doesn't go out of his way to insult you or anything. Its just a straight up scientific/professional outlook of the body. Personally it made me feel very secure, but this can vary for different people.

I chose to go with him for multiple reasons. Waiting lists in my country are years long, and I straight up do not have a GP and can't get one because of no availability (so I can't even get on the years long waiting lists in the first place). That left me with going the private informed consent route, which lowered my potential surgeons greatly. I have family in England that I could stay with, so all of these factors cumulatively narrowed my options down to like two or three surgeons, and I gotta say his results were my favourite. With such a big life change, I really didn't wanna settle for something I wasn't super happy with, and I really really liked his results.

Now that I'm almost 4 months post op, I gotta say I love this chest on me. I like how he placed everything, I think the scars look really good, I love the nip placement, in general the countour is great. While I don't think he would be the perfect surgeon for everyone, I'm really happy with his work on me.

#top surgery #ask #mr miles berry