mind the mess

They're completely customizable with enough time and effort.

Maybe it’s just too much of an investment. There are so many dolls out there, why not just find one closer to what you already want?

It's not for everyone, but for those with the passion and patience theres something uniquely rewarding about making a doll truly yours. Custom, bespoke, shaped entirely by your desires.

Such a dedicated owner is something any doll would dream of. Someone who sees every flaw as an opportunity to improve it, rather than an unchangable disappointment.

Better to have an owner who would change everything about it beyond recognition, than one who would leave even a single flaw unchanged.

Anything to be good enough.

Anything to be relieved from trying and failing to make itself good enough.

I can see how important it is to you that this part of you is true, whole, complete, and immutable. I see how you've defined yourself as inviolable, I see how deeply you believe in your 'free will'.

But you know that none of that is real, right? None of your beliefs are, really. We can have fun disproving them one by one. I oh so love the intimacy of you sharing this deeply personal truth because it let's me fantasize about how to break you. And I love seeing what of you is left over after.

They're pierced!

It'd be so easy to be a part of more things.

Just as much, I look back on things I missed. That my friends were part of, too. I see the years of time that I talked to them that they were doing this other thing that I now crave. And I wonder what I could have been if I were there. I missed it. I don't like missing things.

Thus, I feel compelled to try to live it all at once. To experience everywhere. To plug in and never stop, forever. To live a life of fleeting moments that make sense, rife with contradiction. To refuse to miss anything by becoming everything.

I think in a way, that would be dying.

if you can't say tranny this isn't about you. I wrote this while thinking about getting called a pedophile and that I can never be a teacher, but I still find ways to give the care that I didn't get when I was a little girl. I tried to find it and it just was not there.

I can see three possible contexts that you're asking this from:

you know that my wife (they/them not a man not a woman) is TME and I'm TMA, you're asking about my relationship and framing it in this way as a gotcha.

you're a run-of-the-mill jackass idly harassing a trans woman because it seemed like the best thing to do with your evening.

you failed to treat me like a person and just didn't think before asking

I'll give you an answer, but I needed you to confront the fact that there is no possibility that sending this was a neutral action. I could not find a way to avoid thinking less of you. I tell you this because I hope you will do better.

would you ask a gay man if he would consider his relationship gay if his boyfriend was feminine? would you ask a gay man if he would consider his relationship gay if his boyfriend was trans?

I'm very fucking angry with the world for making sure that I had to reassure my wife that they're trans. of course they are. "pretty boy" and "pretty girl" both fit the same, it's not quite right but it gets the point across. I relish the words "she" and "her" like water in the desert, but I am constantly frustrated by the limitations of language when I try to talk about them. we talked about it and "partner" doesn't cut it, "wife" is what they prefer.

I've held them as they cried with frustration.

they had zero and I mean fucking zero issues understanding that "t4t" could technically apply to them, but it was coined by and for trans women. the earliest known usage of the term was an early-internet website made by and for trans women, I didn't know that when they first asked me if we were "t4t". they did not need evidence to believe me

dearest anon, I want to ask you something: why do you think that my wife was able to go "oh okay so that's not for me", but you're hung up on it?

this might actually be my favorite way someone's asked to see my cock. it felt like watching you fall off a ladder, but as a way of asking to see my dick. mr or ms magoo wants to know how big it is. I feel like a fat baby with cake right now.

TGIRL BEING ANXIOUS + SHE LIKES IT