#buck rambles

What did they do to you?

On another note; why don’t you have the same hatred towards us trans men / trans masculine individuals?

I’ll tell you what it is. It’s genitalia based misogyny. You see transfemmes as “predators” and “men.” You see transmascs as “confused little girls who have been preyed on by the woke mob.”

Your transphobia only sets you back. Seeing transgender women as predators and comparing them to cisgender male predators only alienates them more when they have done nothing. Saying that transgender men are confused girls only makes “women” seem “weak and easy to manipulate.”

in reality most transphobes on here are feminists (so TERFS) and are only invalidating feminist ideology with their transphobia.

Trans women are women.

Trans men are men.

call me buck/bucky! 21, he/they/she, freak perv transmasc butch fagdyke

i will post nsft as often if not more often than sft content. cis men, minors, and radqueers dni. my nsft textposts will be tagged with #buck hornyposts. my poetry/vent posts will be tagged with #buck rambles. dumb bullshit will be tagged #buck shitposts.

if you know me irl, match my freak or keep it pushing‼️

my asks are open! say hi, i do bite 🦷

a few of my sfw interests: cooking, baking, bartending, making art, physical media, queer films n shows, and listening to a lottttt of music

individual posts will not contain content warnings. general content warnings/kinks i may post about and other nsft info about me under the cut:

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i spent every night smoking alone by the lake trying to keep myself away from the bottle of pills in my nightstand.

this morning i fell off an electric scooter on my way to work, scraped myself up badly and had to go to urgent care. when i hobbled home, the cats yelled at me because they hadn't been fed. annoyed tails wrapped around my legs, brushing my stinging knees.

i wasn't wearing a helmet.

that terrifying split-second in midair plays over and over again in my mind. every nurse i saw told me the same thing: i got so, so lucky.

there's another timeline in which i didn't absorb my fall with my now-sprained shoulder. instead, my head hits the concrete with a sickening crack and i bleed out on the pavement on a quiet little back street. my manager thinks i no-showed and my roommates don't know i'm missing until they get off work. my partners across state lines don't find out until much later in the day, when they get a call that sucks the air from their lungs. the cats paw at my door and pace around all day meowing for their breakfast.