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el muchacho monday

My gf reminded me that this blog is where I am unashamed about everything I’m into, so fuck it, loud and proud, paws are great. Love claws, love toebeans, love how they feel against my face. Put beans on things you don’t normally think would have them, like reptiles and whatnot. Feel them squish beneath your fingers and the texture on your tongue. Paws can be soft and fluffy or firm and strong or smooth and scaly and it’s all so wonderful. Worship paws today.

remember the golden rules of elder scrolls: no argument about elder scrolls will ever be won because the writers have changed too many times. you can only win forward and never backwards in time. all forward-wins break at canonicity chokepoints. having any fewer than two conlicting opinions on something means you didn't engage with the text as-written. stake out one game as your primary span to win. the sun shall be eaten by lions, which cannot be found yet in veloth.

how to become retroactively 10 years on estrogen

yeah whatever the second best time to plant a tree is now there is always time it's never too late etc etc. but also like half of my problems ultimately trace back to "there was never a chance in hell of me getting on estrogen early enough to avoid the damage testosterone did to me" and I'm allowed to be upset or atleast miffed about it

oh you figured it out too late? Well that's a moot point really because your family would've been unaccepting at the time and your country's medical system's method of trans healthcare is "waste as much time as possible in the hopes they detransition or die" so like yeah no matter what it was kinda inevitable you'd have broad shoulders narrow hips and have to spend a bunch of money on laser

and like yeah whatever cis women have those too, I'm #fucking valid or whatever. shut uppp I don't caaaaaaare. I don't need to be welcomed to womanhood. I don't need reassurance that clocky girls are valid. I don't even care about passing that much I just want to look in the mirror without being upset. can I have that. can I fucking mourn. can I be a little pissed off and sad that I have to deal with this? can you fucking handle that without shutting me down and telling me I'm wrong to feel dysphoria about anything in the first place?

whapping you with my massive tail and dealing approximately 1 damage