get strong, puppy, show them your teeth

(I did write a little this week, but I will write more (; love werewolf Forcemasc)

You’re out for a walk. There’s been a curfew set in place, but you just needed a walk. There’s been a lot going on at home, lots of loud voices and shattered glass wear. So what if people are going missing, you won’t be out too long, anyway.

You’re in the park, sat on a bench, staring up at the full moon peering through the clouds. You take a breath and feel the air fill your lungs, a moment of solace awarded to you by the evening air.

A shiver up your spine proceeds the obvious growling sounds around you. You look around and at first, see nothing. Then you squint to see not all the yellow lights are lightning bugs. Eyes, all around you, searching and circling.

You want to run, but where? They’re everywhere, you brace yourself to try anyway but suddenly you feel a sharp pain in the back of your head before your vision goes black.

In your forced sleep you have visions of your family, would they care? You’re just another number now for the local paper, just another-

You awaken in a cave, surrounded by large beasts with large teeth and fur. You scramble on the floor a bit but quickly stop when one places its giant paw to your chest with a growl. You’re frozen now, just hoping there some way you sneak out of this, when suddenly it leans down and bites your neck.

You squirm, pain was expected but there’s more than that, something coursing through your veins, pushing through them, something that feels good. You pant a bit at the rush of the transformation, you hold your hands up to your face as they morph into fur-covered paws, with large claws to match. You feel stronger, and suddenly the growls around you begin to be understandable.

They’re shouting out with excitement, calling you the next man in their pack. Their pack? How nice that sounds. Their comments about being a man go right to your cock as that changes too, growing and morphing. You suddenly have the urge to howl out in pleasure. When you do the wolves around you laugh and cheer.

There is a meeting of fine men in your town. You can’t help but be drawn to the building every time they come to meet. They wear corsets and large hats with complex plumage. You’re drawn to their foppish ways, and watch through a small window as they eat small cookies and drink their tea every week. Sometimes the men dance together, and sometimes you’ve seen a couple sneak out the back to the alley.

You’re obsessed, watching them laugh and merrymake as much as you can. On day you show, but when you sit in your usual spot, you are quickly approached by three of the men. You’re flushed and stuttering out an excuse when one says “look, men, he’s scared!” They all laugh with their polite slight laughs when one reaches out a hand to you,

“We’ve noticed you’ve taken an interest in our gathering. We’ve come to extend an invitation.” You are shocked

“But I’m not in proper attire!” You say, quickly and you’re about to add that you’re not even a boy -

“Well, yes but that, my dear friend, is the fun of it! We will dress you tonight!” Before you can get another word in they’re leading you in, twirling you around for the others to see, a scattered reply of ooo’s and ‘what a handsome young man’ echo through the room.

They get to work, taking your old clothes and quickly trying out different clothing on you, a bit of argument over style and color with your complexion. You are just staring at the looking glass, baffled by all the beauty you see.

Once they finish, after choosing a wonderful peacock colored material, they insist you take a turn about the room. As you walk all the talk of about the way you move, so gentlemanly.

gave my self my first t-shot and to celebrate, i gave myself a tattoo of the molecular structure of testosterone

barbara kruger - untitled (your devotion has the look of a lunatic sport), 1981-1983

That's what V-coding is. That is why they are so adamant about sending trans women to men's prisons, because sex trafficking trans women within the men's prison system is an essential part of that system. Being misgendered by this isn't even an issue that's on our radar!

[ID: A screenshot of a Wikipedia article, text reads: V-coding refers to the practice of assigning trans women placed in men's prisons to cells with aggressive cisgender male cellmates as both a reward and a means of placation for said cellmates, so as to maintain social control and to, as one inmate described it, "keep the violence rate down." Trans women used in this manner are often raped daily. This process has been described as so common that it is effectively "a central part of a trans woman's sentence".

It is common for correctional officers to publicly strip search trans women inmates, before putting their bodies on display for not only the other correctional officers, but for the other prisoners. Trans women in this situation are sometimes made to dance, present, or masturbate at the correctional officers' discretion.

Everyone say thank you to trans mascs for showing us a version of masculinity born from joy and desire instead of just through coercion

Everyone say thank you to all people outside of the cis gender binary for showing us a version of gender born from joy and desire instead of just through a simple frame work in which our oppressor have used to kill, erase, and censor us.

Black & Brown knights have ALWAYS existed. I see far too little remembrance of that, and we should all be vigilant to celebrate all facets of knighthood. Black & Brown knights are beautiful and worthy of our attention and time.

Fat knights have ALWAYS existed. Thin knights are well and good, but being large and muscular (which is inherent to being fat) has always been a boon on the battlefield. Fat knights are handsome and worthy opponents.

Female and non-binary knights have ALWAYS existed. Knighthood is posed as a boy's club far too often, but knighthood is about your honor, allegiances, and chivalry. No part of knighthood requires being a man or being male. Lady knights and non-binary knights are just as capable and honorable as their brothers in arms.

I had a friend say that when I pick up heavy things they look like they’re made of styrofoam.

I’ve had multiple people ask “you sure you can lift that?” And have demolished their expectations.