fuck ICE

i wish we could all agree on a secondary location but unfortunately when tumblr is over we will be dispersing into our own directions like dandelion seeds

@photomatt should kill himself.

I genuinely hope this circulates forever.

If you want a platform that doesn’t ban you for posting while trans, try Wafrn. It’s explicitly pro-trans, you can post porn (its name stands for We Allow Female Representing Nipples), it runs doom, and it lets you bite someone’s post. It also has opt-in bluesky integration, in case you want to follow artists you like on bluesky without making an account there.

apparently the director of the no fucking til marriage movie is like "it's not the sex purge movie, that's not what it's about" but my guy I'm sorry you made the sex purge movie. that's what you did. like describe it however you want but conceptually the film is about a nation wide sex fest on the one day a year fucking is permitted by the state, that's a sex purge. the film can be about a wholesome romance happening during the sex purge but it is definitely the sex purge.

I just got off a 3 hour call with @shanyshko discussing what lengths Shane go to in order to stay closeted from his cleaners. Conclusion: he hides the dildos in a safe with financial documents on top just in case anyone breaks in

On the other hand Scott doesn’t care enough to stay closeted from his staff because he doesn’t think his staff are people

do me a favor and plz reblog with your five most recently used non-face, non-hand, non-heart emojis

Nothing makes me feel like more of an absolute fucking idiot than cooking.

An Assyrian guy put a rice recipe up here awhile back and it was the best rice I've ever eaten. The recipe? Half-cook the rice and then bake it in butter. It had somehow never occurred to me that you could do that. Of course you can do that. Did I just think the rice was allergic to the oven or something.

artistic license... to kill

great job everyone lets hit the showers

Not again

I remember the first time a girl put her fingers in my pussy, I was so scared to let her. Things still felt incredibly raw even three months into healing, like the slightest misstep could damage something. It felt like an inconsiderate or brash hand might rip or tear something. And I was so afraid I didn’t look healed enough to actually be pretty to her. Things still felt swollen, and the scars weren’t yet faded. But she laid me down on her bed, the spring sun streaming in the window, and she shushed my protests with a kind and knowing tone. She’d gotten a neopussy a year and a half before me, she’d be careful. So there I was, laying down and looking up at her smiling between my ever so slightly shaking legs. She had lube on her fingers and she leaned into me slowly, with her whole body, resting her other arm on my right knee as she came closer to me. Then she was in, and although I’d been fingered anally before, nothing prepared me for how large and detailed her fingers felt in me. The sensation was so vivid that I couldn’t help but picture precisely where they were in me, what shape they curled into. I could feel so perfectly I might as well have had x-ray vision. She smiled at my surprise. Then she watched me begin to relax. And that’s when she began that caress, that coaxing with her fingers that I had performed on others so often. The pleasure was beyond description except as waves and waterfalls and the desperate powerless need for her not to stop. My eyes were so wide, and I felt just like porcelain being painted by a master craftsman.

your honour I wish to state for the record I had no intention of decimating the tumblr trans femme community with this post