Someone Needs To Be Into Them

TRANS PRIDE HATSUNE MIKU KITTY

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

There's something so nice about going to my gf's to pick up a couple of things that I forgot and hearing her getting her ass beat and giggling. Like, "Oh, I'll just chill down here till I hear a break in the spanking and moaning, then go bother her with real life"

girlcock tip peeking out over panties. you agree.

I don’t know how anyone expects me to be “normal” again. after transitioning.

like I could ever go back to that numb, half-version of myself now that I’ve finally started to feel.

There’s a whole new language living in me. Thoughts that weren’t there before. Feelings that crept in slow and now won’t leave—soft, girlish things that’ve carved themselves into my vocabulary. A blush when a girl holds my gaze too long. The way I catch myself swaying to music that feels like home in my hips. The aching desire to just be held without needing to explain why.

And then there’s my autism—sweet, difficult, intimate autism. The way I stall right before doing something, because my brain wants a blueprint first. I don’t need a push, I need a hand. Someone to whisper, “Here’s how it's done.” and maybe smile as they guide me through it.

But most people? They get uncomfortable with those kinds of requests. They don’t like slowing down, or making space, or walking me through the step by step. They get impatient.

Except trans girls.

Trans girls get it. We’ve all stumbled through these messy, glowing awakenings together. We’ve all had to relearn how to live in our own skin. And so when I hesitate—when I stammer or freeze or overthink—another transfem will often just… know. She’ll soften her voice, offer a reassuring look, maybe graze her fingers against mine like she’s saying, “I’ve got you. Let's try this again.”

It’s tender. It’s playful, too—how we flirt with our fear, tease the tension away. How a “let me help you” can turn into “let me hold you,” and suddenly, you're melting into her arms wondering how you ever existed without this.

And if I happen to fall in love with every girl who walks me through it?

Well… I think that’s just part of the magic.

Quite proud of my handiwork

CW: Sis with a y

Lmaoooo big fucking yikes. Pro tip, if you want me to fuck with you maybe go over what sort of shit I'm into, getting called (what is imo) a slur doesn't do it for me. Then to top it all off just immediately blocking me instead of apologizing just seals the deal. Peak

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