arcaneArtisan

My recc is to find sex workers on bluesky (or twitter if you want to brave the toxic sludge). You can even find them on here, though its harder as they are much more likely to get their accounts banned. Going the social media route you will find a wider range of body types across the board vs porn sites. I follow trans girls with big naturals, small naturals, and girls who have had breast augmentation as well.

Many beautiful trans women are putting their bodies on the internet for free so don't forget to support them in the process!

An adorable comic I found on reddit and wanted to share.

Rest in peace to the incredible Anthony Stewart Head (20th February 1954 - 1st June 2026)

"A marriage ending isn't a failure at all. I spent eleven years with her. We were so in love that we couldn't image life apart from each other. We got our own place, adopted a dog, and supported each other through school. I thought if tow people loved each other enough the rest would fall into place, except... love isn't everything.

And I didn't want to believe that, but we were sitting in counseling one day, talking about our future and I realized we were describing two completely different lives. Where we'd live, what kind of life we wanted, what made us happy. And it hit me that- I love this woman and this woman loved me. And after eleven years of loss, grief, career changes, we were so deeply in love... but we weren't aligned. And I kept thinking 'We just need to try harder. We can find some compromise to make this work,' because that's what you're supposed to do when you love someone, right?

But the reality was, we had just become different people. Her trade school took her in one direction, my graduate degree in another and trying to force us back into who we were five years ago wasn't coming from a place of love. It was coming from a place of fear. Fear that, if this ended, it meant we wasted eleven years. But sitting there across from her, I realized: That's not how love works.

Those eleven years happened. They were real. The dog, our home, showing up for each other through grad school and trade school. I wouldn't change a single thing because loving someone doesn't mean you're meant to stay with them forever. And letting go doesn't erase what you had. We measure marriage by whether it lasts forever or not, but what if we measured it by whether it mattered?

What if we measured it by the love we gave, the life we built, and the people we became? Because love's job isn't to last forever, it's to help you become fully completely yourself, and sometimes the most loving thing you can do is give each other permission to be yourselves, separately. But the dog doesn't know were' divorced. He just gets two Christmases now."

Right back at you from my nonbinary heart

No matter who's reading this--

No matter how comfortable you might or might not feel with the word trans, or nonbinary, or whatever else--

Even if no other person on the planet has ever believed you about your experience of gender

Guess what? I do

you will NEVER be able to guess what this post from the official US government consumer product safety commission was in response to (under the cut)