You can call me Dante. This is basically a place for me to reblog NSFW stuff and not clog up my art blog
I roleplay being confident and proud here. Not here to be coddled but respected. Bark is far worse than bite. Except if you're a bigot. Muzzle off for y'all
If you're 18- 25, we can't be friends. We can interact but you need to work on yourself. And if you're under 18? I'm blocking on site. Your brains are still developing, kiddos
Looking for 30+ trans men/transmasc mentors/friends. No romantic relationships. That's what my husband is for and I'm not poly
Other things about me below the cut
-non-binary trans man (pre-T) t started 6/25/25 đ đđŋ
-mlm asexual with a high sex drive
-switch top
-very kinky: loves plushies and pooltoys and has a couple of partners of both kinds, loves bondage, power dynamics, a bit objectum especially for computer ports, furry tf, etc, etc, etc
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hello. I think that the minotaur is a transmasculine icon for reasons that are difficult to articulate. A heavy lumbering "spliced" creature sealed for the crime of his creation, he is a monster and he is a child, the bull a symbol of violence and masculinity but also fertility and prosperity, a being of great suspicion and veneration. A body seen as unwhole and offensive. A body that is hairy and hot and fills the dark winding halls of the labyrinth with its smell and its breath and its voice. The horns and the eyes and the blood, the soft ears and curling tail and thin dainty hoofed legs. I also feel like being transmasc and not having top surgery can feel like being an awkward top heavy uncomfortable sort of creature? Always hunching and curling to try and make space in the uncomfortable constriction of the flesh. Does this make sense.
The train is nearly full when you board. It's a 4 hour trip, so you want to choose your neighbors wisely. You walk the isle for a few moments before locating an empty seat next to a nicely dressed guy with glasses. He looks polite. He's also unfairly pretty, which doesn't hurt anything.
"This seat taken?"
He starts slightly at the sound of your voice, looking up from his computer. "Sure...OrâI mean, uh, no." He gives you a sheepish smile "Go ahead."
Up close, he's even prettier. You briefly consider trying to start a conversation, but his headphones are back in the moment you sit down, and you give up on the idea. He returns to his laptop. You decide to watch a movie on your phone. The two of you carry on without incident for the better part of an hour.
Then you hear the click and fizz of a soda tab opening.
Your breath catches in your throat. Casually, you kill the volume on your movie, pretending to still be absorbed in the action on screen as you peer at the man out of the corner of your eye.
You're met with a sight that has your heart pounding. His head is angled back, lips locked around the opening of a coke can, which he's drinking at a clip. Not chugging, he's being much more polite than that. But he's pulling in heavy gulps, pausing to let the fizz settle, then gulping again.
You wait, tense with anticipation. You know it must be coming: He's going to burp. Even if he tries to stifle it, you're so close to him there's no way you'll miss it.
He drains the can, letting out a deep breath, but nothing else. You can't help but feel disappointed...until he pulls out a second soda. Between the frantic typing and all the caffeine, he must be trying to power through some sort of deadline.
He's drinking this one possibly faster than the first, still pausing occasionally. Still letting out nothing but deep breaths. This time when he finishes, he looks slightly uncomfortable. Eyebrows scrunching together, he places a hand subtly to his chest...then rushes it to his mouth seconds later to stifle a quiet belch.
Face pink, his eyes dart up to see if anyone heard him, and you're forced to look away. You hear him muffle a second burp.
You also hear the tab of yet another can.
This time, he's as close to chugging as one can reasonably pull off in polite society. The strain is evident on his face as he forces even more bubbles into his stomach. He finishes with a quiet gasp, setting the can down and looking sort of dazed. An audible gurgle coils up from his stomach, bubbling into his chest.
You think you notice he's burping before he does. It starts as a rush of carbonated air rolling cleanly up and out through his slightly parted lips. But that initial release of pressure is just the start. With a sudden sharp *Bruurp!* the sound deepens to a bassy rumble. Not deafening, but heavy, and pressurized, and long.
As the lazy rush of air resolves into a true belch, the man's eyes flare open in panic. Belatedly, he slams a fist to his mouth, but he seems utterly incapable of cutting off the horrendous sound gurgling up from the depths of his stomach. All those bubbles finally got the better of him, and his body won't let him do a thing to stop them belching up and out of him.
You don't even realize you're fully staring at him until the burp tappers off, and he turns to look at you. His fist is still locked in place over his mouth, and his face is red around it. You stare at each other for what feels like an eternity.
"So, uh..." You clear your throat, gesturing to his laptop. "...What are you working on?"
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comm for a bsky client of jakryos, a 15-foot-tall dragon, restrained and converted into a living rubbermon conversion machine :3 an experimental piece of tech in which a convertee is fed into its maw and processed in its belly into a predetermined squeaky form :3
both trans men and trans women are punished for our proximity to both feminity and masculinity. people decide when we are men or women based on what is the WORST option at the moment. we both get treated like women only when someone needs to infantalize us or call us bossy, bitchy, stupid, vapid. we both get treated like men when someone wants to demonize and paint us as violent, predatory, abusive, perverted. NONE of us are benefiting from any gendered privilege, because we are always treated like the worst of either gender depending on the scenario. this is something all trans people experience, regardless of agab, both trans men and trans women. so why do we assume that the other side has the opposite experience as us?? why do you think that because your life as a trans man or a trans woman is painful, that a trans person of a different gender must have the opposite experience?? like i just dont get the preschool level understanding of gender like "well boys and girls are opposites so of course our experiences are opposites too" we are living the same transphobia and if you cant see it you need to listen to other people more
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