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theirselves to be
I love this portal into no mind,
my meditative girldick gets that
And though times are hard
and choices are limited, I fucking love this
organ and what it can do to my senses”
theirselves to be
I love this portal into no mind,
my meditative girldick gets that
And though times are hard
and choices are limited, I fucking love this
organ and what it can do to my senses”
hard, my wet, my orgasm
even a decade into this transition.
I love its clit
and the way the muscles behind it
pump to ejaculate, an organ who’s
strength is its subterfuge
A volcano beneath, its havers
ignored and castigated as less
than human, less than man…”
hard, my wet, my orgasm
even a decade into this transition.
I love its clit
and the way the muscles behind it
pump to ejaculate, an organ who’s
strength is its subterfuge
A volcano beneath, its havers
ignored and castigated as less
than human, less than man…”
and choices are limited, I fucking love this
organ and what it can do to my senses
and choices are limited, I fucking love this
organ and what it can do to my senses
strength is its subterfuge
A volcano beneath, its havers
ignored and castigated as less
than human, less than man, less
than who they know theirselves to be
I love this portal into no mind,
my meditative girldick gets that
strength is its subterfuge
A volcano beneath, its havers
ignored and castigated as less
than human, less than man, less
than who they know theirselves to be
I love this portal into no mind,
my meditative girldick gets that
stick my face in it
I love the grip of it,
the obvious uncontainable
joy it brings its haver
when touched with care
I love the way it brings my
hard, my wet, my orgasm
even a decade into this transition.
I love its clit
and the way the muscles behind it
pump to ejaculate,
stick my face in it
I love the grip of it,
the obvious uncontainable
joy it brings its haver
when touched with care
I love the way it brings my
hard, my wet, my orgasm
even a decade into this transition.
I love its clit
and the way the muscles behind it
pump to ejaculate,
any other person continuously,
and though there were challenges
aside from her basic anatomy,
I just couldn’t get it up.
I couldn’t want her.
Not like I could for those I would
meet in recent years.
I love pussy and the way it’s wet
I love the way it smells
any other person continuously,
and though there were challenges
aside from her basic anatomy,
I just couldn’t get it up.
I couldn’t want her.
Not like I could for those I would
meet in recent years.
I love pussy and the way it’s wet
I love the way it smells
touched as if a vagina would be
part of me soon, but I
didn’t want to be pressured as if
those mind numbing logistics
didn’t matter.
I dated people who weren’t the
women society saw them to be,
and one railed at my inability to
see them as such in their tearful
goodbye.
touched as if a vagina would be
part of me soon, but I
didn’t want to be pressured as if
those mind numbing logistics
didn’t matter.
I dated people who weren’t the
women society saw them to be,
and one railed at my inability to
see them as such in their tearful
goodbye.
be objectified as someone I
actually was.
I found my way onto estrogen
again, and sex for years was a
frightened dance around who
I was
and who
I wanted to be
I wanted to be pursued as a
woman would be pursued. I
wanted the ones doing it to
also love cis women.
be objectified as someone I
actually was.
I found my way onto estrogen
again, and sex for years was a
frightened dance around who
I was
and who
I wanted to be
I wanted to be pursued as a
woman would be pursued. I
wanted the ones doing it to
also love cis women.
I couldn’t find the attraction to
stay. And I couldn’t stomach the
tethering to gender and its
perceived anatomy. I couldn’t
remain a man in a cloister of
men, even if I was encouraged to
Mill those spaces as a sort of
honorary member.
I couldn’t find the attraction to
stay. And I couldn’t stomach the
tethering to gender and its
perceived anatomy. I couldn’t
remain a man in a cloister of
men, even if I was encouraged to
Mill those spaces as a sort of
honorary member.
was one of the first people I told of
my womanhood. I wanted to be
honest, leaving nothing at the door
I couldn’t stay on hrt my first
try. I lacked the money and the
community. I tried dating cis men
for awhile, and while I appreciated
was one of the first people I told of
my womanhood. I wanted to be
honest, leaving nothing at the door
I couldn’t stay on hrt my first
try. I lacked the money and the
community. I tried dating cis men
for awhile, and while I appreciated
hems of my skirt. She was dressed as
William Wallace, face painted,
and she rode me
by the river in the moonlight
Dressing and pulling up khakis
to take her home the next day
was one of the most gut wrenching
moments of gender dysphoria
I can remember
hems of my skirt. She was dressed as
William Wallace, face painted,
and she rode me
by the river in the moonlight
Dressing and pulling up khakis
to take her home the next day
was one of the most gut wrenching
moments of gender dysphoria
I can remember
Everything I tried. All the masks
I donned. Some of the hottest sex
I ever had was as what some of you
would call a “man,” but the act and
what followed could never compare
It should surprise no one that
that pretransition hottest sex happened
with my girldick
Everything I tried. All the masks
I donned. Some of the hottest sex
I ever had was as what some of you
would call a “man,” but the act and
what followed could never compare
It should surprise no one that
that pretransition hottest sex happened
with my girldick
and how they similarly float in a
land beyond gender, untethered
to this genocide. I wish I knew
more about boypussies. I want
to know more about boypussies
This transition has taken me
so many places over the last decade
and more if you count the years
and how they similarly float in a
land beyond gender, untethered
to this genocide. I wish I knew
more about boypussies. I want
to know more about boypussies
This transition has taken me
so many places over the last decade
and more if you count the years