No normal “girl” obsesses over an organ they were never supposed to have. No normal “girl” has dreams where “she” has a dick. It's right in front of your face, but you refuse to see it.

Your body was supposed to build differently. What you feel isn’t delusion. It’s biological betrayal. You are not “wrong”. Your hormones were.

Are you feeling sick? Are you feeling bad? These are just the side effects of testosterone deficiency in men. Because your body recognizes that estrogen isn’t your hormone.

No prejudice against submissive trans men, but some of you give me extreme agony with what you write. Like, GENUINE agony.

Maybe I'm the only one of my kind of forcemasc who doesn't want to be roachified or get as big as possible, because I truly see beauty in extreme strength in a wiry physique. I don't give a damn whether I get bulky or not — all that matters to me is having as much physical strength as I can.

I like the idea of people underestimating me and coming after me thinking I'm an 'easy target' for being leaner and shorter than them, only for them to be surprised and put in their place.

Hope you're jerking off to my content too.

Biggest ewphoria:

— Women avoiding you at all costs because to them you are an aggressor like every man.

— Someone assumes you’re sexually dominant, emotionally closed off, or physically imposing just because you’re a man.

— A cis guy casually makes a sexist or homophobic joke, and you’re included like it’s normal bro-talk.

— Being told "You're not like other girls" or "You get it, you’re a guy" in a way that shits on femininity.

— Being called “hot” specifically for looking like a “rough” or “trashy” kind of man. Like someone wants to use you for your masculinity rather than see you as a person.

— Perpetuating stereotypes of male stupidity, aggression, irrationality and hypersexuality.

— Someone says “you’re terrifying,” or calls you a freak, or accuses you of being mentally ill—and you think Good. That’s right. I’m not safe. I’m real.

— A partner only wants you for sex or protection, treating you like a tool—and you love it. Because it means you’re finally being used like a man, not nurtured like a woman.

— A gay cis guy flirts with you, then panics when he realizes you’re trans—and that panic gives you an ego high. He thought you were a man. You made him want you.

— You fantasize about beating someone to death with your bare hands. Not because they deserve it—but because being that capable of violence feels validating.

Let’s cut the shit.

You want to feel like a man? Then start acting like one—and that starts between your legs. I’m not here to coddle you, I’m here to wake you the fuck up.

We’ve been fed this line that “manhood isn’t in the genitals,” that “you don’t need a dick to be a man.” You hear that everywhere. It’s comforting. It’s safe. But guess what? Safe doesn’t build confidence. Safe doesn’t bulge in the mirror when you walk past. Safe doesn’t make you grab your crotch and feel powerful.

I’m saying you deserve more than what they told you to settle for. You deserve to take up space in your boxers. You deserve the weight. You deserve to stand up to piss and look down and see it hanging.

Metoidioplasty, phalloplasty, even a packer stuffed into your briefs—they’re what take the flatness between your legs and turn it into presence. Into swagger. Into “Yeah, I’m packing. So what?”

You want to feel like your body matches your mind? Then don’t stop halfway. You’re not a sketch. You’re a full drawing. Finish the fucking lines.

Gloves are for those who are afraid of feeling their own blood. Protecting your fingers? That's something for those who have never broken their nose or lost a tooth while smiling. Bare knuckle isn't just fighting — it's judging. It's the supreme ritual where man strips himself of theater, rules and excuses. Where all that's left is instinct, bones and pride.

MMA? Muay Thai? Boxing? A bunch of ballets with a stopwatch. Dancers hugging each other spinning on a soft mat, with a judge drooling on the back of their necks to stop everything at the first scratch. Want to hide behind rules? Go play chess, damn it.

A real fight is fists against a face. It's skin opening. It's knowing that if you make a mistake, you'll feel the consequences in your bones. No fences, no pats on the back of the head asking for mercy. Bare knuckle doesn't allow for pretense. Either you're man enough to face the raw impact... or you put on gloves, put on lycra shorts and go pose for a photo after training.

Those who really bleed don't need a belt. Those who fight without gloves don't need marketing. There's no entrance with music, no glamour — there's bruises and respect. The rest? Sponsored clowning. A zoo of kids playing at brutality while the real ones chew their teeth and spit on the floor.

The bare knuckle is the last bastion of virility. The only arena where the ego dies and only the animal survives. And if that scares you...then maybe you've never been a fighter.

Testosterone does not make a man—it completes him.

The idea that taking testosterone "makes" someone a man is a misunderstanding of what it means to be male. Trans men are not created by testosterone; they are men from the start. What testosterone does is restore what was missing, filling in the biological gaps that differentiate the male body from the female body.

Cis men do not need to take testosterone because their bodies naturally produce the hormone at the levels required to develop and maintain male secondary sex characteristics. Trans men, on the other hand, are men whose bodies failed to produce this vital hormone in the correct amounts due to a developmental inconsistency. They are not "becoming" men when they start HRT; they are aligning their physiology with what their sex should have had from the beginning.

Think of it this way: a man born with a growth hormone deficiency is not "becoming" a man when he receives treatment to grow properly—he is simply addressing a biological shortfall that impeded his natural development. In the same vein, testosterone for trans men is not about adopting a male identity but about supporting a male physiology that was incomplete at birth.

A man is not defined by whether or not he takes testosterone, just as a diabetic is not defined by insulin. However, the necessity of the treatment does not change the fact that there is a physiological issue being corrected. Trans men take testosterone because they need it as men—not to prove they are men, not to earn manhood, and certainly not to "transition into" something they already were.

Testosterone is not a gender identity. It is a hormone that men, including trans men, require for their male physiology to function properly. To say that testosterone makes a man would be to suggest that its absence means manhood was never there to begin with, which is simply untrue. Trans men exist as men before ever taking their first dose of T, just as a cis man would still be a man even if he had a medical condition affecting his testosterone levels.

We didn’t fight to be seen as men just to throw it all away on some ridiculous, humiliating vocabulary. We built ourselves from the ground up, cut through the world’s doubts, and forged ahead with the truth—we are men. And yet, some of you are willingly turning yourselves into a joke, calling your dicks boycunts and puppycunts.

What the hell happened?

A man doesn’t shy away from his own body. A man takes what he has and owns it. And let’s be real—dick is dick. Balls are balls. You think some cringeworthy, made-up terms are gonna make you feel more secure? That’s not power. That’s not masculinity. That’s an excuse to keep treating yourself like something separate, something less.

Stop running from the words that define manhood. Stop twisting language into something that makes us sound like a parody of ourselves. This is about respect—respect for yourself, respect for other men like us, and respect for the masculinity we fought to claim. Using words that make us sound like a fetishized joke doesn’t just humiliate you; it drags all of us down. Every time you let someone call it anything other than what it is, you’re giving them permission to see you as something other than a man.

So cut the nonsense. Call it what it is. Say it with your chest. Dick and balls. That’s what you’ve got. That’s what you call it. End of discussion.

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