TERFs can suck my balls

Take it from me, if you’re gonna do this, you need to blend in. I think we should dress as Roman senators, to make it easy to get close to him without suspicion.

True crime stories are important to be heard and told and they’re not always easy to get an audience on. A creator spreading victims stories while dressing up and putting on makeup is better than letting their stories go untold or forgotten.

And that makes me... Really, really uncomfortable.

Yes, piracy keeps some money out of her pocket... But it still keeps her relevant. And more important than that... Well...

If you still want to play Harry Potter and the Protocols of the Elders of Zion after hearing about its plot, its gamergater dev team, and the gameplay footage of your character's pet slave and room full of taxidermied Jew goblin heads...

Then, as a Jew, I don't fucking trust you.

i hope you're able to get your hairstyle the way you want it, whether that's shaving your head, styling around the bald patch(es), wearing hats or head coverings, wearing wigs, undergoing cosmetic procedures, or just embracing your natural look.

extra love to people facing stigma because of gender norms and/or beauty standards like men wearing wigs, women with visible bald patches, feminine people with shaved heads, young people with significant hair loss, transfems with "male" pattern baldness, people whose bald spots show scars, people whose patterns of bald spots make it obvious that they have trich, and everyone who decides not to cover up their hair loss.

~~~

The night after their wedding and Jasper's appointment as God of Nature, Favien and Jasper are lying together in bed, Favien stroking Jasper's hair and Jasper gently tracing the veins in his wings with a claw.

"Favien?"

"Yes, Love?"

"How did you get this scar? You don't have any others, so why didn't this one fade?"

"Oh, I got that before I stopped aging. Couldn't have been much more than twenty years old, I think. Crossbows are quite dangerous when mishandled, you know?"

The sprite giggles and looks up at his new husband's smiling face, "You don't expect me to believe it was an accident do you? What happened?"

"I- it's- It's a long story."

"We have all the time in the world," he pressed

"It's really not that interesting," Jasper's ear twitches as he shifts to more comfortably meet his gaze, a slight frown casting an unspoken accusation.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," he lets out a deep sigh, "Look, it- concerns an ex-lover. My first, actually. I never really got over losing him" Favien murmurs.

Jasper reached out to stroke his cheek, "If it brings back painful memories, you don't have to tell me."

"No, it's okay. It's already been brought up so I might as well. And besides," he adds with a sly grin, "I've never been one to leave a man as handsome as you unsatisfied."

"You only ever have one thing on your mind, don't you?"

"Always, Darling, always." he continues, "So, do you want to hear the story?"

Jasper nods and falls silent, laying his head on Favien's bare chest.

"Okay uh..." he trails off, staring at the ceiling in thought, "I was born on Earth, my family lived in a forest near a seaside village which, if I recall correctly, would now be in France. It's beautiful, I'll have to take you sometime.

My parents, of course, warned me to stay well clear of the humans as they had always been a volatile, superstitious bunch and our little tribe had been attacked and forced to relocate several times before. I paid little heed to their advice. I never was the obedient type.

I was exploring near the forest's edge, much closer to the village than I should ever have been, when I found a secluded clearing with a stream-fed pool and there, bathing in the crystal clear water, I saw the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. He had fair, unmarked skin that told me he'd never worked afield a day in his life, but I figured he must have been a trained fighter or perhaps a hunter to have such impressive musculature. He was built like a daydream, broad and toned with golden curls that fell to his shoulders and close-cropped stubble.

Until I saw him, I didn't even know I liked men. I'd never in my life felt such attraction. He truly took my breath away."

"Your first lover was a human?" Jasper interjects.

Favien nods, "Mmhm, and a noble at that. Though I can't tell you what kind of power he held, I still know nothing of human politics."

~~~

"Anyway, I tried my best to keep out of sight but he did eventually catch me staring when he rose from the water and I muttered something equal parts obscenity and prayer. He stilled in shock for a moment before swiftly scooping up a dagger that had lain beside his discarded clothing and advancing on me. He shoved me hard against a tree and pinned me there, blade to my throat, demanding I explain my presence.

~~~

"I stood silent for a moment, too busy admiring his naked form to allow for a single coherent thought.

His gaze had drifted to my horns, 'What manner of foul hellspawn are you, creature?' he asked, grip tightening on the dagger as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality.

I laughed at this, which seemed to startle him and caused the blade to bite into my skin. He watched the black blood ooze over his knuckles as I told him I was a demon, and presumed he'd not met one before.

He shook his head and asked again what I was doing, to which I replied 'Enjoying the view'. Reminded suddenly of his nakedness, he backed away to dress himself - much to my dismay - and I sank to the floor, raptly watching him move as he stopped to rinse my blood from his hand. The skin had reddened slightly where he'd been touched by it and he shot me a wary glance.

'It's poisonous, sweetheart. Corrodes natural matter.' I explained calmly, 'I'd take extra care when you clean your blade, a single nick will spell a long and horrible end for you.'

Now alarmed, he scrubbed his hand once more and after a moment's thought, tossed the dagger aside having decided it wasn't worth the risk. 'You got a name, gorgeous?' I asked as he stared down at me apprehensively.

Still wary, he responded 'My name is Sabastien. What should I call you?'

~~~

'You got a name, gorgeous?' I asked as he stared down at me apprehensively.

Still wary, he told me his name was Sabastien and asked what I should be called

'You can call me whatever you want,' I answered, 'but my name is Favien,' and I told him it was truly a pleasure to meet."

"Sabastien," Jasper repeats, "I could swear I've heard his name before."

"Probably when you were interrogating the gossips at the ball."

This receives a stern pout from Jasper. Favien chuckles and continues,

"Seemingly having concluded that I was not an immediate threat, he settled himself down in front of me, now unarmed, and seemed to be studying me with cautious interest. 'You have wings,' he pointed out,

'Remarkably observant little thing, aren't you Saba?'

He ignored my comment, as well as the nickname, 'So you... You can fly?'

I smiled. No matter how my elders preached that humans were driven by nothing but violence and greed, the sheer wonder I felt radiating from Sabastien as he unwittingly reached out a hand to caress my wing proved to me, beyond doubt that if it were not wholly slander, there were at least some humans who saw such beauty in otherness as Ri'athans do.

'I can fly, and I quite enjoy it. It's not often that I do though,' I answered, 'It is considered... critically unwise to allow oneself to be seen by humans.'

'Guess I should consider myself lucky then,' He withdrew his hand and I found myself instantly missing his gentle touch. He didn't flinch back when I leaned closer to caress his face and he let out a small gasp when I brushed the pad of my thumb over his trembling bottom lip. I could taste the sweet tang of lust as he eagerly accepted my touch.

The next moment he was pushing away from me, shaking his head as if trying to dislodge an unwelcome thought. 'What cruel trick are you playing on my mind, Demon?' he demanded as he rose.