little miss dysphoric

MY PIERCINGS SURVIVED

it's tgirl pussy saturday. reblog to obliterate the united states of america and NATO

i cannot hate myself into a version of me i will love.

i cannot punish myself in any way that will unmake the past.

actually i kind of dont care how anatomically identical post-op women are to cisfems i do not see how any of that is even slightly relevant to any values I consider worth appealing to

when terves call a trans woman's neovagina a wound they are calling trans women an unnatural aberration, and by extension reifying medical ideas around biological sex (and the grotesque practices used to enforce them on unconsenting infants, which terves seem to fail to object to). It is simply not effective to argue that the results of the surgery are adequately similar to a "biological womans" "natural" state of affairs.

give it up for girls with vaginas and boys with penises

pause i forgot cis people exist this was intended as a celebration of bottom surgery

I remember the first time a girl put her fingers in my pussy, I was so scared to let her. Things still felt incredibly raw even three months into healing, like the slightest misstep could damage something. It felt like an inconsiderate or brash hand might rip or tear something. And I was so afraid I didn’t look healed enough to actually be pretty to her. Things still felt swollen, and the scars weren’t yet faded. But she laid me down on her bed, the spring sun streaming in the window, and she shushed my protests with a kind and knowing tone. She’d gotten a neopussy a year and a half before me, she’d be careful. So there I was, laying down and looking up at her smiling between my ever so slightly shaking legs. She had lube on her fingers and she leaned into me slowly, with her whole body, resting her other arm on my right knee as she came closer to me. Then she was in, and although I’d been fingered anally before, nothing prepared me for how large and detailed her fingers felt in me. The sensation was so vivid that I couldn’t help but picture precisely where they were in me, what shape they curled into. I could feel so perfectly I might as well have had x-ray vision. She smiled at my surprise. Then she watched me begin to relax. And that’s when she began that caress, that coaxing with her fingers that I had performed on others so often. The pleasure was beyond description except as waves and waterfalls and the desperate powerless need for her not to stop. My eyes were so wide, and I felt just like porcelain being painted by a master craftsman.

your honour I wish to state for the record I had no intention of decimating the tumblr trans femme community with this post

I did not "decide to become a girl" I was actively suppressing the "girly" desires and things to talk about before realizing I'm a girl due to the expectations that society placed on me

I was always a girl but I kept destroying myself in favor of appealing to the majority

Instead of an air fryer consider: sex reassignment surgery

How am I gonna cook these chicken nuggets

Why don't you ask my new vagina...

transformation body horror where you want the end result so badly that even though the process is terrifying and painful, you'll do anything to finally be yourself

This is some scalding hot fucking tea and I’m here for it.

actually i dont say it nearly enough but i love being a girl and specifically a #girl so much more than ive loved anything else & its really super duper terrific to be here now👍

[deeply concerned] whose pussy is this?