Good Day

I'm lying in bed awake with my gf who is very much still asleep. Just sort of scrolling Tumblr and enjoying my time here. When she sleepily rolls over and pulls me into a cuddle, then whispers "Mine" in my ear. I'm swooning. This is bliss, I look over to her expecting her to be a little awake, but no. Sound asleep as her breathing goes back to that deep sleepy breath. I may have not been physically seen, but even in her sleep, she knows what I need. I love being trans, I love being a lesbian, I love being hers, I love her. This is what it's all about folks.

Trans girls will do anything except go to bed at a reasonable hour.

We’ll lie in bed staring at the ceiling, scrolling through old messages, overanalyzing every compliment we’ve ever received like they’re sacred texts. We’ll sit in front of the mirror at 2 AM, whispering sweet affirmations to our reflection, testing out new names under our breath just to see how they feel.

We’ll get lost in the glow of our screens, reading sapphic love stories, fantasizing about a world where we don’t have to explain ourselves—where a girl calls us hers without hesitation, without doubt. We’ll try on that one perfect outfit in the dead of night, twirling in the dim light of our room, feeling beautiful in a way we never let ourselves during the day.

We’ll stay up because sleep means letting go, and we’re not ready for that. Not when there’s still so much of ourselves to discover, to claim. Not when the night feels like the only time we can be unapologetically us.

Or maybe, just maybe, we’re staying up because we know she’s awake too. Somewhere out there, another restless trans girl is doing the same thing—scrolling, dreaming, waiting. And if we reach out, if we’re bold enough to send that late-night message, maybe we’ll both have a reason to sleep a little easier.

But not yet. Not tonight. There’s still too much to want, too much to feel.

And besides, who needs sleep when we could be whispering our deepest desires into the quiet of the night, where no one but the stars can hear?

reblog this to pet me

or pull me into a side room and fuck my brains out idk :P

Manifesting 🙏

oopsie~ o///o

Emeryne's crow friend, blueberry, flies to see her in the middle of winter. Thank goodness she's okay, it's so cold these days and- oops.

(also it's hard to tell but darcy/blueberry is carrying an acorn in her mouth that's stem is connected to another acorn, as a sweet gift of love)

oh no! the estrogen has decreased my already pathetic amount of muscle, sure would be a shame if a strong woman came along and pinned me down or something

Someone needs to be into them

hi i love you mutuals who have kinks im not into <3

Sorry to be in Sex Work Advocacy mode but the way Transfems so frequently have to turn to it and already have our sexuality so policed, we MUST include advocacy for sex workers in our transfeminism