Certified Princess

The winner takes it Saul. The loser has to call

my parents tell a story of when i was very little like not able to talk yet barely mobile i had a set of those really big legos and there was this human figure in the set and one time my mom referenced it offhandedly and called it “the androgynous lego person” and i went downstairs and opened my toy box and brought it to her and my parents were like “okay so she’s two and she understands androgyny. great”

princess and her jestergirl having a sleepover and doing each others makeup . the next day there are two giggly princess clowns sitting in each others lap on the throne and it's impossible to know which is which

one american thing that confuses me are college application letters. why do you need to write yourself a tragic backstory to go to university, don't you have standardized exams? who's reading through all these bad high schooler essays?

It's a humiliation ritual, like everything else.

the state does not need to assign you a sex, nor does it need to keep inalterable record of it btw

a very interesting terf objection to this one boils down to "but how would the state know who to protect?" because it speaks to the incredible privilege of being in a class the state actually ever remotely wants to protect. most oppressed groups do not want the state to have a registry of them, lol

the patriarchy has done a great job convincing white cisgender women that it's in their best interests to maintain it

dress as a girl and take estrogen

o7

Had a brief mental image of forcing myself to go on a walk by imagining an older woman pulling me on a leash and thats disturbingly plausible as a strategy that would work

“let women be straight” no. everyone lez out now

this cat saved my life multiple times. she is the first one i told when i realized i was trans, and as silly as it sounds, the fact she didn't seem to care helped me go on. i am gonna miss her so much.

it's tgirl pussy saturday. reblog to obliterate the united states of america and NATO