Love for men with ""feminine"" physical features. "Soft" men, "dainty" men, men with curves, men with hips, men with tits. You aren't a joke, you're a living piece of art.

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Love for men with ""feminine"" physical features. "Soft" men, "dainty" men, men with curves, men with hips, men with tits. You aren't a joke, you're a living piece of art.

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Idk what trans man needs to hear this but you're NOT evil or disgusting for being a man. You do NOT have to suffer for the sins of the patriarchy committed by cis dudes. Being a man doesn't invalidate the misogyny you experienced growing up or experience now. Being a man doesn't mean you deserve to be isolated. Being a man doesn't mean you're inherently predatory or scary. You didn't "choose" this, and finding your true self is NOT "betraying the community" because you happen to be a man and/or masculine rather than a woman and/or feminine. You ARE allowed to be upset when people "affirm" your gender by malgendering you.
You DO deserve a community that uplifts you. You DO deserve to experience trans joy. You DO deserve to have your voices heard and your struggles recognized. Wanting the bare minimum of solidarity is NOT "making everything about trans men".
ur a trans man u should know to draw top scars correctly nobody has scars that look like that cmon
hi anon I will draw whatever the fuck I want however the fuck I want. everyone here's my trans knights with their scars out
fuck you
I think we as trans men have GOT to get louder about being happy to transition and be ourselves. I see so many posts about trans men apologizing for existing stop doing that shit.
Having more men in the world is based actually just like having more women in the world is based being who you truly are is always going to be the best thing you could ever possibly do
Get louder and more unapologetic about being a man
Edit: LMFAO autocorrect tossed a “transit” in there I fixed it
the cis maternal urge to treat your trans son’s body like an extension of your own body, and to react to said trans son’s physical transition as if they might as well have just started hacking away at your own body with a rusty axe, really is something else.
my mom hasn’t seen my chest post-op at all because the idea of it is so awful to her that the one time we took my bandages off with her present, she ran across the hotel room to hide from it and started crying to my brother about it (yes, with actual tears). she drove an hour and a half with us at 5:30am to my post-op just to sit in the waiting room because she refused to come in and see me after the surgeon took the bandages off. my dad has been the only one helping me with recovery things like changing bandages and monitoring healing because she still won’t look at my chest.
and she says that’s because she loves me and cares about me. love is when you treat the body your child can finally live in comfortably like it’s your worst nightmare. apparently.

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everybody say thank you to fat queer men
I get pretty sick of talking about my experiences in life as a black woman cause people only see that I present as a man now. I’ve only been out as a man for two years. I grew up and lived my life as a woman for 28 years before I finally changed my name and pronouns. Which means I do in fact know what it’s like to be a black woman in America. Which means I do actually get an opinion when it comes to things women go through. Reproductive rights? Bro I still have my original parts. The ways women are treated in the workplace? Yeah been there, still there actually since I have the added bonus of if I didn’t work with a bunch of queer neurodivergent gen z, I’d probably have to defend both my masculinity and my femininity like I did in my last job. Discourse between black and white women on tiktok? Scathing looks and “what would you even know penis haver?” Like ??????????? I don hab pendis?????????
But like here’s the thing. I don’t feel comfortable in spaces meant for men. I don’t. Those are spaces meant for “real men” and I don’t belong there as I am an “imposter.” I’m not a “real man” I’m just a little girl who shops in the men’s section at Walmart. And that is not fucking fun or safe for me, who struggles to participate anyway.
I may not identify as a woman now. But I will always identify *with* women. I will always be a grown ass man with all of the trauma of a teenage autistic girl who didn’t have many friends and didn’t know why people didn’t like her.
It’s just really fucking frustrating. Being treated like my identity is a betrayal, like I’m a traitor to women because I flipped sides. Like bro I still cry and throw up when a small enough animal is present. I still delight in morning teas and soft light in my window. I still crave all of those things that are inherently “feminine”! I simply cannot enjoy it fully in its entirety with these massive fucking tits I didn’t fucking want!
There’s really no point to this rant it’s just painful remembering that my best friend wouldn’t let me meet her new boyfriend because she wanted to double date and wanted “a guy friend for him to hang with”. Like I’m not a guy now and haven’t basically been one in spirit since we were five. We don’t talk anymore.