screaming with probably joy

So, if any trans men are being told about this, it’s not true!! Smoking will not change your voice, at least not until you’re about forty years down the line and you’ve already irreparably destroyed your lungs and throat and mouth and pretty much every other organ in your body. When you hear heavy smokers with deeper, scratchier voices it is literally because their vocal cords have been ruined. This is not a passive effect of smoking, it is a very very damaging one!

It’s simply not worth it! There will be no meaningful changes except terrible ones. Voice training will do a lot more for you than cigarettes will, I promise that the people urging you to start smoking as a voice training method do not have your best interests at heart!

(And you know what, this also goes for not eating due to the idea that starving yourself will decrease your chest size. Like with smoking, there will be no meaningful changes except terrible ones. Your body is worth so much more than that and there will always be healthier alternatives!)

(Btw, afaik smoking only has this effect on estrogen from HRT. Estrogen that AFAB bodies produce naturally is not affected, so smoking is still bad for trans men)

I think also in that conversation, I had a couple people tell me that the book The Easy Way to Quit Smoking is, despite the gimmicky title, genuinely helpful.

If quitting for yourself seems too abstract and it’s hard to care, think about everyone around you. Someone with asthma or migraines will breathe easier if they’re not risking an attack from standing near you.

Lastly, some queer history: a 90’s tobacco marketing campaign that targeted gay men was literally called Project SCUM. That’s what they think of us. Don’t give them your money.

hey don't worry? completely unrelated giant dump of heartwarming PHM doodles ok??

A mandatory Bloody Mary post since me and my sister are facing eviction. Commissions are open, but I'm hoping for donations to my kofi

(Because I'm a big ol' tease here's a little bit of the Courtland story I'm writing.)

"What do you remember about that time? When he .." Colt trailed off then coughed. "When he shot our father."

"I don't remember much." The response was a shaky whisper. "An argument, maybe the sound of a fight, the gunshot. Then the police. The neighbors around the house. Uncle Jared helping us pack our stuff." He used the heels of his hands to wipe away the tears the memories brought up.

"You remember a hell of a lot then."

"We weren't allowed to go to the trial. Uncle Jared wouldn't let us." Grace's voice steadied as he got past the rough spot in his memories.

"I went to some of it. I had to hear what happened." Colt was sitting with his head tilted back against the wall and Grace could see the gleam of his eyes in the light coming under the door. "Court shouldn't have gone to jail for it but he had a crappy public defender who didn't care."

"He. Shot. Our. Father." Grace all but hissed out the words. "How can you justify that?"

Colt grabbed his brother's hand and pressed it to a scar on his forearm. "Remember how I told you I got this one?"

"Yeah. It was one of your first. You were playing some kind of dare game with your group at school." He tried to pull his hand away but Colt held on.

"Did you ever see the one on Court's arm?" He kept Grace's hand pressed to the raised, circular scar. "The one that looks just like this?"

Grace's breathing was heavy in the silence.

"Yeah. I did. Once or twice. He always wore something tied around his arm there."

March Family Shenanigans because I love them

I emerge with Project Hail Mary stuff before I disappear again :)

Enjoy

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There’s gotta be soooooo many eridians who are suuuuuuper into Grace and Rocky is bound to be friends with at least one of these eridians.