wait, youre transgender? thats so cool. do you know which transgenders i like? these beautiful multimillionaires who transitioned before puberty. have u heard of them
being horny is a privilege for pretty people only. if you're ugly and horny it's simply viewed as pathetic and disgusting. as an ugly trans woman i have the added bonus of my sexuality being inherently depraved, immoral and predatory. i seek salvation within chastity and prayer.
sometimes i think about the incredible strength and willpower of Jesus Christ,,, being crucified/tied-up by all those romans,,,, naked for all to see,,, and apparently he didn't cum even once. no wonder people worship him.
i will never pass as a cis woman, but i honestly don't look like a man either. that's very okay, and people still think im kinda pretty regardless. passing as if you were a cis woman, and being beautiful as a transfem, are soooo far from mutually dependent it`s not even funny.
i have never been horny for a twitter mutual in my entire life, but if they needed to become pregnant, i would be there for them. because that's what friends do.
cultivating a following of women in their mid-30s on my twitter account by spending several months posting about mortgages and backpain. before strategically shifting my posting focus towards how manipulable i am and how easily i bruise.
imagine you see a tweet of mine with a measly 7 likes, and you think to yourself «wow, i can’t believe she would post such a flop tweet,,,,»
but what if i told you that those likes came from 7 incredibly beautiful transgender women? yea, not such a flop tweet anymore is it
transfems who are obviously passing and beautiful talking about "being ugly hons, grotesque men who should kill themselves for not passing",,, we all know you don't actually believe that about yourself. but cool of you to express how you feel about the existence of people like me
hrt is funny. i can be so horny that i feel like vomiting but im still not getting anything more than a semi at best. there's no punchline here, sorry, i need to be torn to shreds in a steam turbine.
little known fact, but if you bite into an ethernet cable at the correct time your body will instantly incinerate as your soul is transported into the internet forever. which also serves as the reason for why the internet is mostly filled with rats and really really dumb girls.
i think it's cool when people brag about not being possessive, and how they don't struggle with jealousy in their relationships. that's cool i respect it. hope that works out for you. personally im never more than one day away from altering the back pages of tomorrow's newspaper.
when you smoke a cigarette, and it fizzles as you take a really deep drag, do you think it causes the cigarette suffering? or pleasure? and would the difference between suffering and pleasure be clear enough to create a meaningful distinction between the two?
seeing a lesbian t4t couple consisting of a taller goth top and a younger, more autistic bottom is so cartoonish to me now. like you're literally cartoon characters, from the internet.
i am so happy that i stopped detransitioning. i will probably never recover from that stint, it will haunt my face forever, but i am happy that it's finally starting to get better again.
if you ever feel hopeless remember that under your skin there are sinews and bones and arteries and lungs and even a heart if you're lucky, and your fists will ache as you punch them against the concrete.
the question isn't whether she wants you or not, because you know the answer to that already. the questions you should be asking yourself are:
1. why doesn't she want you?
2. will anyone ever want you?
3. would mom actually be sad?
talking to myself much more lately, without even realizing it most of the time. could be slightly problematic, judging from the look i got from an old lady at the grocery store after she heard me murmuring "i need to die i need to die" to myself on repeat by the cookie aisle.
getting to cannibalize your owner has to be like, one of the best parts of being a cat. like you love meat and you love your owner, and now you have like an infinite supply of both. don't hate me you know im right.
hey besties wanna have a sleepover at my place? we can watch scary movies, do each other's makeup, gossip and snort ketamine in the shade of the withering, mangled corpse of god.
Okay Siri send the message "(╥﹏╥) im so ugly and i need to kill myself instantly" to all 113 of my girlmutuals. Okay Siri send the reply "if u really believed that u would let me hit :c" to all recent chats in 30 minutes. oh and attach the picture of my father's hunting rifle.
i finally managed to remove the contact information i had to all of my plugs. already unsure if i regret it or not, but at least now i don't have a choice other than sobriety.
abusing stimulants is so funny because it always makes you feel so productive, and then you come down and just blankly stare at an overflowing ashtray and a 2-page draft labeled "top ten breedable rantsonas of the 2010s"
you should be saving your first kiss for when you are in a comfortable and safe environment with someone you love. like, for example, being on your big sister’s lap