Danny

“asking for consent ruins the-“ Stfu. “asking if it’s okay mid sex ruins-“ Shut. the fuck. up.

i love kind men. gentle men who let themselves cry at sad movies. men who entirely lack nonchalance. men with big beautiful eyes that always betray whatever emotion they feel. men who are sweet to small animals and bugs. men who hold your hand when they’re scared. men who sing off key to their favourite songs when they think no one’s listening.

Imagine a cisgendered bi or pan boy who falls for you, completely unaware that you’re trans. He just sees you for who you are; a man. So when things start to get more intimate you finally tell him. And he blanks not understanding what you’re saying. You try again. He still doesn’t get it. So finally exasperated, you lift up your shirt, revealing your binder. He just stares at you for a moment before bluntly going, “ You’re a man with tits-“ You pull your shirt back down. Of course. Another cisgendered man who sees you for what you’re not. You’re too in your thoughts to hear the rest of what he’s saying, planning your exit. So when you finally realize he’s smiling, eyes full of puppy love, you ask what his problem is. And he just smiles, “ Awesome, man.” He doesn’t see you any differently. He loves you, chest or no chest you’re his man. “ So… Can I kiss you now, handsome?”

tboy tummy. you agree