the thing that gets me when some transmasc pipes up with 'not all men' or 'what about me?' whenever transfems and just feminists in general are talking about men is what I learned when I was first engaging with feminism. I was there in the mid 2010s when slogans like 'men are trash' were gaining popularity and actually listened to what feminists had to say about it. The thing they made abundantly clear was when they say 'men' they're talking about men who are violent, men who are complicit, the overwhelming majority of men who are misogynistic, systems of power, expectations. A point they made is that a) if you as a man feel called out by this you are one of the men being criticised cause b) if you were feminist enough you would have listened to them and understood the underlying logic and would have also stopped engaging and started opposing the behaviour they were criticising and c) feminism is meant to make men uncomfortable, patriarchy insists that women capitulate to men and consider their feelings, why does men's uncomfortableness matter more then women's rage at their oppression, why can't men handle being uncomfortable.

And this logic remains true with transfeminism. Whenever some transmasc pipes up it's a tell on themselves, why do you feel called out, if you were actually a transfeminist you'd already know the underlying logic of our criticism and wouldn't feel attacked, why do your feelings matter more then our rage at our oppression.

if you want to catch up with me on other social media, i'm on bluesky @badhealermain (i gotta post on there more)

mutuals who want my discord lmk

they should invent a grief that doesn’t define you in new and strange ways for the rest of your life

Being sensitive to changes in barometric pressure is crazy what do you mean my problem is that the wind changed direction. What do you mean it's the fuckin clouds

You know the dick has to be insane.

microwave popcorn is such a beautiful technology. captures the full range of sensory and emotional experiences. there's even a part where it gets loud and scary. the 1812 overture of cheap snacks

i hate it when bitches see a fat chick and go "omg you look like you give great huggggs~ you look like suuuuuch a good listener~ i wanna be your friend so bad your smile is so pretty~"

💥WRONG💥

you look FUCKABLE. i want to grab into your hips and stomach and dig my nails into your flesh. i want to sink my teeth into your thighs. you look fucking IRRESISTABLE. i need fat chicks in my life and in my bed. PLEASE.

every porn ad is always 'hot milfs in your area', 'big boob woman in your city', etc etc, and never 'intelligent minds’ or ‘hot souls in your zone'

transition will make you happy in a way that nobody could possibly warn you about. it will never sound nearly as wonderful as it feels. there are just no words

if you see me tag Character on a post and you think to yourself "how the hell is that Character" mind your damn business alright we're on a first name basis. me and Character.

under communism we'll still have ads but they'll all be about transitioning into a woman

these are actual diagnoses from my dr appt today

ive collected all four

told my parents i miss archaeology and my mom was, very sympathetically, like: “do you want to dig holes in the garden?” and i was like. yes. i want to dig holes in the garden.

my wife, after reading this to me aloud: It’s your people! …do you want me to break a clay pot for you to put back together?

me, burying my face in my hands: Maybe…?

These are both moods, but unfortunately I am primarily a bioarchaeologist. (IE, I specialize in digging up old human skeletons.) And, uh, home-made bioarchaeology is tragically discriminated against by law enforcement.

put me on a leash take me for a walk (NONSEXUAL, I'M A LITTLE ANIMAL)

unless you like to FUCK little animals...

this is the worst vocal stim of my life and im not even joking. the urge to go “unless you like to FUCK little animals” is in my head rent free

fella this was never not sexual