⚛ molly cule ⚛

the funniest thing about being ftm is the implications of the fact that I can post shirtless pics on tumblr now. I am allowed to inflict images of my nipples on this website any time I want and before I wasn’t but like. it’s the same nipples. literally the exact same ones. I just paid a guy to take them off of the tits they were once adjoined to and plonk them back down on the newly created titless wasteland of my chest. they’re. the same. I mean they’re a little phantom of the opera looking now because grafts, but still. I can’t get over that my nips are now certified sfw because they fuckin changed address. the logical conclusion then would be that the boob itself is the problem but it’s clearly not because you can post a picture of a naked boob on tumblr as long as the precise area of the nipple is censored and clearly you can post a picture of the nipple as long as it doesn’t live on a boob anymore but for some reason if you combine them together they become powerful enough to destroy the psyche of anyone between the ages of approximately three and exactly eighteen who gazes upon them. censorship laws are the absolute dumbest invention of humanity and I’m saying that as someone who owns a novelty plastic goat that screams and has watched the movie eragon. this is more stupid than both of those things.

They didn’t even change address, you just renovated the property. Like being told your house is legally condemned unless you paint the living room blue.