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aw, you’re sensitive now? that’s too bad. i told you to sit down, didn’t i? not to give yourself work. you’ll have to relax if you don’t want it to hurt, let yourself down and press your tdick all the way into my mouth. no, no. no squirming away now, dear. i’m not done yet.

all overstimulated and shaking, i’d keep going until i was content with him. until his slick had run down my chin into the hollow of my throat, down my chest between my collarbones.

Something else inside you wants to crawl out

queers. trans people especially. our attitude for the next decade has to be “we’re not fucking scared of you”. do you understand? this has always been at the core of who we are and what we do. we fucking move. we take up space or carve out our own with our bare hands. we take care of us.

do you know the other queers in your neighborhood? do you know who you can call at a bad time? do you know whose house you can crash at? do you know where you can go for a free meal? do you know where you can bring meals to the hungry? do you know the LGBT resources available in your area? do you know the informed consent clinics in your area?

do you know how DIY HRT works? do you know and have friends who don’t? do you know our history? have you read the works of james baldwin and leslie feinberg? are you equipped with knowledge about the forces that work against us? do you understand dialectical materialism? do you know what to say if stopped by the police? do you know what good opsec is? are your legal documents in order? do you know how to get them in order?