🍑✨PEACH✨🍑

DO IT SCARED

FUCK IT WE BALL

REMEMBER THAT PEOPLE CARE ABOUT YOU

MAKE THE CHOICE TO END HARMFUL PATTERNS

I’m often kinda put off about the “transmasc experience” generally favored by a general cis audience, cause either we don’t talk about transmascs at all, or it’s a really digestible white-skinny-teenage-tomboy that gets to learn how to be a de-sexualized wife-guy ally to the other queer folks who have it worse than they do.

It feels insane reading essentially an autobiography from a man who fought tooth and nail to live and die as a Gay Trans Man and it’s really special. Watching him live as a young “woman” shamed for loving men in a masculine way, and not being able to find language for himself because it doesn’t exist yet, and feeling so conflicted and mournful for not being welcome in gay bars. Idk that impostor syndrome is still so fucking real.

Like this is stuff happening in the 70s but I’ve been called a fujoshi and a chaser and a trender in the past year. We have a really narrow view of how trans men can exist, and it’s in a childlike, gender-conforming, straight way.

I cannot faTHOM how at peace I feel knowing that I am his, he is mine, and we are theirs and they are also ours. They both are my chosen little family. Feeling so loved, and supported, and understood is something so foreign to me and there for a bit, I honestly was struggling to grasp it. They both have somehow managed to make it normal for me. It doesn’t feel misleading like it used to be. It feels so right with them. Sharing a bed with them just feels so right. Being held between them both just feels so right. They both just feel so so right. Not to even mention the fact we are building a home with each other right now. Creating a safe space full of love and communication and support. They have both seen me at my worse, and they still want me. They still love me.