#microphallus

This is also ridiculous because some perisex people don't meet that requirement IRL. I guess those are also children, now?

This is intersexism *and transandrophobia (I forgot to add that I'm sorry;-;)

PT: Androgynos Hamah Flag /end PT

ID: a flag with five horizontal stripes, the middle one being very thin. Their colors are, from top to bottom, blue, light blue, white, orange and dark orange. In the center is a symbol ressembling a circle with six spikes. /end ID

Androgynos Hamah: a person whose sex is described as possessing both or mix of sexed characteristics, through natural development. Androginos hamah is usually assigned to intersex variations with mixed genitalia, but can be used for other variations of the ambiguous spectrum.

Note that this is just my *personal* attempt to define androgynos hamah, this definition isn't carved in stone. Even though adam and hamah are usually only used along with saris & ay'lonit, proposal to expand the hamah/adam distinction to androgynos and tumtum has been made, thus creating distinct gendered and sexed subcategories for each gendered sex.

This term is of a physical nature: they depend upon your physicality, and serve a legal purpose in Judaism. However, anyone Jew can use these terms, regardless of their spiritual practice.

Made mixing the flags by desactivated Tumblr user bigfootrights (link), and the ones made by Tumblr user gendertreyf (link), adding on top the intersex Jewish symbol made by desactivated Tumblr user sproutflags (link).

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Context [link.]

Micropenis is only an intersex trait when describing ambiguous genitalia or penile agenesis, penile hypoplasia, or congenital buried penis - however, it does have a very intersex-heavy implication behind it.

I suggest you read this post [link] for the nuances of the term, and when it is appropriate to use.

There's nothing wrong with calling your small phallus a micropenis, so long as you aren't doing so with the intent of mockery, deprecation, or avoiding coming out.

What I would call bigoted, however, is you joking about the phallometer. The phallometer doesn't actually accurately represent what the difference between a clitoris vs penis is - it only represents how gender assignment is done. It was made to showcase when to perform IGM on intersex infants.

Nonnie, your kind words fill me with such warmth. Wish'n'Bone was my first foray into a longer Bloodweave fic and I was terrified about getting the characterisations wrong. To be honest, I still worry but that's beside the point XD What kind of follow-up of sorts did you have in mind? I can't promise it will happen but I'm always over the moon to hear ideas anyone has.

Meanwhile, I've finished writing Shores so my mind has now been wandering to other things. Please accept this NSFW ficlet because apparently that's where the brain gremlins are sailing today.

No Big Deal

The Weave was magical, Gale thought. Well, it obviously was magic but he meant it in the less literal way. He had been able to use it to make up for so many of his shortcomings. When he was with Mystra, his body wasn't a concern, wasn't even something to think about. All the pleasures they explored together were beyond the physical. In a way it was a relief, a blessing. Gale knew that by human standards he wasn't exactly a catch. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't putting himself down, far from it, he had a lot to offer in terms of knowledge, power, even looks if he was being less than humble. But when things came to a more intimate connection, he wasn't well versed, no was he exceptional. Quite the opposite in fact. It hadn't mattered though, Mystra had rather literally swept him off his feet and those aspects of him weren't of any import what so ever.

Until his fall. While not objectively true, it still felt like everything had been stripped away until the only thing left was Gale himself with all his human shortcomings. Things only got worse with the whole mindflayer tadpole issue. He had so badly wanted to run to Tara and make the joke "I got worms" just to hear her express amused disdain. Instead he had a group of strangers, all of them infected and pulling in different directions. One person caught Gale's attention though, Astarion didn't seem eager to be going anywhere, wasn't all that bothered by the unexpected lodger in his brain. The only other one who seemed as relaxed was Wyll but he still had the optimism of youth and Gale knew he could so easily crush that. It was why Gale hovered near Astarion, set his tent up nearby. Even when the whole vampire spawn truth came tumbling out, he was more reassured than put off. Immortal beings were much easier to understand than humans in his experience.

Of course, not everything could be simple. As soon as emotions Gale thought were long dead in his chest started to turn from ashes to ember, he knew trouble was brewing. Even worse, Astarion was way ahead of him in that department. By the time Gale was approached by Astarion late one night, he should have known what was coming. It still took him by surprise and Gale had to think fast.

Microphallus / Âmes Sanglantes

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this is intersexism.