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Plant witch! in watercolor

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Friendly reminder that nonbinary people are transgender (emphasis on transgender) by default and we have every right to identify as trans and with trans history. You simply cannot talk about trans people without including enbies, it’s just not possible. We are not Trans Lite, we have always been here just like our binary siblings and our other queer friends, and we are here to stay.
I am trans, and nobody can take that away from me.
super not normal about non-sexual dominance like
making me hold his hand while crossing the road
ordering for me at restaurants
always keeping a hand on me, especially when we're out
grabbing my chin to make me look up at him
picking things for me when shopping
shushing me when i speak poorly about myself or say something bratty
patting my head and petting me whenever and wherever
there's more but just...idk it would make me feel so small and owned... ♡
a page from Gender Queer by Maia Kobabe that means a lot to me
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my gender feels like a non-newtonian fluid to me. if i hit it it’s solid and makes sense, but if i try to hold it so i can look at it better then it gets all liquidy and slips between my fingers- kinda like putty? i keep trying to be like “what gender am i right now” instead of just doing whatever bc i wanna know if there’s any pronouns i’m preferring at any given time. think i gotta just leave it lmao. let the gender be soup
Literally all of this makes perfect sense to me
-Kai(any)
She didn’t want the love I had to give. She told me I did love wrong. Not wrong for her, just wrong. So now I question everything. Are the things I thought I was feeling really love? Am I even capable at all? Why do I feel so distant from others that I love now? Was I broken all along? Or did what she said break me? I know I’m scared to even try right now because what if I fail again?
I don’t even want physical affection now. Only certain kinds of touch, in certain contexts even appeal to me. Is this the return of my demisexuality or is this because she said my love wasn’t good enough? Maybe I can’t handle the gentleness of others towards me right now, because I need something tougher and more commanding to bring me out of this haze of self doubt. But if I can’t accept the gentle love, because it’s not what I think I need, then how am I any different than her?
As shitty as I felt after what she said, and as screwed up as my desire for touch and love are now, do I even deserve the partners I have now? I certainly don’t deserve others, even if they are willing to deal with mental turmoil in dealing with.
I want to love. I want to feel loved. I want to be ok with the physical affection that has been ok for years, not just the kind I never get…
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Rainbowfish #8
The heart wants what it wants. The body needs what it needs. The brain knows they are both daydreaming fools, yet tries to convince them both to accept things how they are. But things that have been said have planted seeds of curiosity, hope, and (surprisingly) doubt. What would life be like to have both the wants and the needs fully met? Could they be? When does one confess the feelings that have been growing? They would be well received, wouldn’t they? Surely, as wonderful as the daydreams built by these questions and hopes are, the reality is that it will never work. None of it. Not what there is now, not what there might be if one only became brave enough to share. None of it will work because at the core there must be something wrong if despite having more than most, there is still more wanted. It’s less about greed, and more about an inability to be satisfied. Needy, not greedy. At least not on purpose. When does one give up on the wants and needs and just prays that what one has will be enough?

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CW: partner abuse
I want an escape. Not from my current life, but from the past. From the numerous times he hurt me, from the years of emotional and sexual abuse. It haunts me every time I have to use his last name for the kids. Every time I see a man at the store whose body type and appearance are like his was. Even in the shape of my son’s feet or, lately, his disregard for the word no…. I won’t give up my kids for anything, but I need their origins to be erased from my memory. I have good new partners. Ones that treat me and the kids like gold. But he haunts me. I need him gone from my memory so I can breathe and grow without fear…
It’s late when the world stills enough to actually breathe and focus on more than the daily chaos. The moon is my confidante, the keeper of all my heartaches and worries, my dreams and wishes. She is the one to grant me peace when it can be given. Her glow gives life to night’s magic as it drifts through my windows and kisses my tears. Elsewhere the same moon shines her peace and magic down on those I hold dear. Do they confide in her too? Maybe a day will come when I won’t need her light to soothe my racing mind, maybe someday life will be easier to bear. Simpler anyway. But the mom hasn’t told me when that will be or what it will look like.
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Holy littlespace Batman! We finally got me a toddler rail for the bed to keep my body pillow and stuffies on the bed and reaching over the edge of it to fetch things on the other side.... Just wow ❤️
THEY/THEM CARE BEAR!!!!
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you know you have a soft dom when "good girl" is followed by "I love you"
Now this is a big boi
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That’s a fucking bear.
I wanna hug it
Big ole head, not one thought running through it