Better Forcemasc

would be funny to run a psyop on here convincing the boys to start doing the things i like by making them horny about it. oooh you will seize your own destiny as a man. by installing linux. stop being so microsoft and become a real gentooman. play dwarf fortress to experience the true masculine joy of no-lifing a singleplayer strategy game. hop on destiny 2 so you can experience raid nights with the boys

thinking about creating oryx themed forcemasc. canon trans man who made himself into what he is through force of will. lots of quality shit in the lorebooks to pull from too

minors please stop posting in the forcemasc tag :(

ngl a non-insignificant part of my learning to embrace being male has been about learning to respect myself in spite of people who would see me regendered. when all the world around you repeatedly tells you that what you are is disgusting, or a waste, or undesirable, or that becoming yourself aligns you with evil, it becomes very easy to want to suppress yourself for others. to be endlessly receptive and responsive, to give your sense of self over to what other people want of you. to make them feel secure instead of seeking it yourself. but every single step i've taken towards self-actualizing has made me realer. becoming more "disgusting", becoming more "evil"? it's allowed me to feel my desires without censoring them. it's let me imagine my future. you do not have to take your time, you do not have to wait for later, you do not have to compromise for others. they will be uncomfortable, you will be uncomfortable, but on the other side is a body you can finally feel the world through and a life lived without shame. in many respects, the first person a trans man must forcemasc is himself.

your body is your tool. you're someone else's tool. you have a job to do, and soon you'll have the means to do it. improved over and over again, dermal to subdermal to musculoskeletal. neatly covered port in the subcutaneous fat, just the right size to dock a capsule that forces your body to embrace its latent strength. it sharpens the mind, burns away the tension of suppressed need and replaces it with perfect, undisguised want. soft, useless chest replaced with one that's all kevlar and carbon fiber muscle, where hands and bullets alike break and fall away. feet that can pad silently over anything. a brain that hums ceaselessly and calmly with the right information, little implants sliding your thoughts back to what's worthwhile. better eyes so you can spot what's coming, better hands so when the gun snaps up the synthetic muscles in your forearm twitch the muzzle into place without thinking. your mind subsumed by a targeting system. your body re-engineered as a fighter jet.

weirdo trying to harass me on the fetish blog apropos of nothing <3 die