ReliableGal’s Trash

CONTENT CREATOR ARC - FINALE

AUUGHHHHHH this one was such a doozy to make!! The work was split about halfway between me and Jasmine (milkguzzler99 on Reddit), and I'd say all in all it took about 20 hours total.

I have more to say about the arc itself tomorrow in the reblogs. BUT!! Thank you all for reading and enjoying the stuff we've put out over the past month!! This is the most intensive art project I've ever done, but I think it turned out extremely extremely well

(Tammy🩷) is a rockstar that is 28 and a trans woman. she loves rocking flannels.

Cis people are allowed to want cis partners like we’re allowed to want trans partners and if you can’t handle that then you aren’t emotionally mature enough for any sort of relationship.

“It’s not like trans people are trying to force you have sex with them, you fucking weirdo.”

to

teeny tiny itty bitty kissies!!!!

Because a Walrus is not a Seal.

idk maybe this was funnier in my head.

I'm not ace this is just a funny thing I say, but if ur ace and find this funny or relatable I think that's awesome.

i was standing at my job taking care of the books at the book store after showing some books to a girl when my boss, who was standing behind me, calls me.

“you gotta be careful boy, some times they come with a handle” he whispers

“what?” i asked, completly lost.

“i mean that that was a tranny”

This is september 2018, im a year away from cracking my egg, im working at a stand at the book fair for a book store. My job is to stand around, guard the books, show them to any interested potential buyer, tell them the prices and direct them to the cashier if they want to buy them.

this was a long shift, from 10 am to 9 pm. i would reach the end of it tired beyond belief. and then i would have to walk by foot all the way back to the apartment that i shared with my girl friend. the walk home would be a pretty lonely and exhausting walk. So sometimes my girlfriend at the time, who needless to say is Trans with a capital T, would come pick me up and walk with me back home some times.

so one night she comes a bit earlier, around 30 minutes before the shift ends. its late at night, the book fair is fairly empty, no clients around, and she loves books so she comes to me in the stand and pretends to be a client who doesnt know me, interested in the books. i play along, showing her our books on offer and doing my whole bookseller routine with her. of course we are smiling and being coy and giggling to each other the whole time. eventually she leaves after she whispers that she’s going to be waiting for me outside.

through all this my boss was a few meters away. he would come every now and then for an hour or so to check over everything and just stand there, watching over the stand, making sure we were doing our jobs. so after my gf goes away he walks up to me, and acting all familiar he says to me, with the amused whisper of a mentor: “be careful buddy, some times women come with a handle”

i look back at him and i was more confused than anything else because i genuenly did not understand what the hell he was saying or hat did it mean, so i just ask, confused “what”

and he explained, like a wise man explaining the basic facts to a green gilled rookie “i mean that that was a tranny, boy”

thats when two things dawned on me. He thought i had been actually flirting with a costumer AND he thought i commited the classic blunder of flirting with a trans girl without realizing.

at that point the sheer size of the misunderstanding hit me faster than how gross and innapropiate the comment had been so i do the first thing i do whenever someone makes a mistake in front of me: i instinctively correct it without realizing what i was saying.

“That was my girlfriend, sir”

and that man immediatly collapsed in front of me. he walked back sputtering, red as a tomato, unable to see me in the face, trying to awkwardly laugh it off and explain that he had been joking and that he didnt mean it and so on.

the part of the story that i never told was that the next day one of my coworkers took me aside to speak privately to me. she, with the biggest ammount of grave regret apologized to me formally in the name of the store. that was happened had been extremely innapropiate and that she felt terribly sorry for it having taken place. Now, i want to make it clear. this was purely a personal matter for her. our book store was a small mom and pop store, we didnt have an HR department or anything even close to it. and then she explained to me that the reason why this made her so upset was because she herself had a trans daughter, and she was scanadlized that her boss woul behave like that.

it was one of the most heartwarming moments in my life.

There was once a woman who tried to turn herself into a machine. She lived alone in a box and worked with machines. She was good at it, and it gave her a certain pleasure. Losing herself in the machines allowed her to forget other things. Sometimes she wished to be a machine herself, placid and steady, a perfect working machine that could devote herself entirely to the work. She would be able to achieve so much. She thought that would be a much better way to be.

But there was a wildness inside her that yearned to be free. She didn’t like being in nature, where she would become sweaty and there were bugs; but at night she dreamed of the forest and the ocean and the black abyss. She had never managed to tame that part of her, though she had often tried. When she remembered the wildness inside her, she felt sad, and old (though she was not yet old), and grey (though she was not yet grey). She had become much that she liked, but she wondered at what she had lost.

It was like there were two people inside her: one that was a machine, or almost, and one that was a person, or something like it; and sometimes she was one, and sometimes the other. Being the machine was so much easier. Over the years she had been the machine more and more often. When she was the person, the machine felt like a sickness, like something rotten inside her. The machine’s desires felt alien, and all the achievement it longed for felt hollow. She was not a machine, much as the machine inside her wished she was. She was an animal, made of flesh and blood, though the life she was living was not one any animal should live. She wanted to run, and stretch her wings, and feel the wind in her hair. She wanted to become a forest, to merge with the ocean, and to sing under the stars. But the world she lived in was itself a machine, and it wanted her to be a machine and not all of that. Sometimes she thought the machine inside her had learned that too well. The machine that was the world was everywhere. There was nowhere else she could go, and nothing she could do to change it.

And so, she wrote – sometimes, haltingly, when the machine inside her gave way and she could bear to be a person for a while without breaking. She wrote less than she used to, and sometimes the words felt tired, like she did. It wasn’t enough. It could never be enough to fill the hole inside her, alone in her box with her machines, in the world that was a machine and wanted to make a machine of her. But it was all she knew how to do, and so she always came back to it eventually. When she could bear to be a machine no longer, it helped her remember that maybe, just maybe, she could be a person, too.

I haven't been writing much this year, and this story is partly about that. Since writing it, I've started writing more again – so hopefully some more new stories will be appearing here sooner or later.

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I'm a proud black trans boy!!! ♥️🖤⚜️🖤♥️

Being a human person in this world sure is interesting. People have so many ways of interacting and existing. Plurality has been an interesting one for me to explore. I like these designs for my parts/facets because if I'm gonna be characters in a comic then gosh darn it let's think of some fun designs.

I'm always Luz, but I come in a variety of different flavors lol

Luci (She/Her) The middle ground, represented as a demon with a generally soft expression. Caring and patient.

Looze (She/Her) The life of the party, represented as a slime girl! She's lively, youthful, and will stick to you if given the chance. Very loving.