I love the way I present androgyny. What are you going to do, complain that my shorts are too long and my shirt isn’t hugging my tits enough?
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I’m a nanny and after a major life event about 8 months ago I started following advice that I saw from a postpartum mummy blogger online that was “treat yourself like you would your child”. But, she specified that she doesn’t just mean consider that you’re a person too, she meant fully allow yourself in difficult moments to treat yourself exactly as you would the children you love, and showed herself in a vulnerable moment talking to herself as if she were her two year old.
At this point in my life I had been so deeply sad that I’d found myself crying in a way I had never heard myself cry before in my memory - a noise that truly sounded like a toddler in distress. So, I took the advice and started talking to myself like I was the toddler that I look after, and it was the best decision I’ve made so far with regards to my emotional wellbeing.
I started treating myself with care and compassion, I started allowing myself to take time to just feel my feelings and be sad without trying to distract myself away from emotions, and I really started to heal and recover in a way that I’ve never felt before despite all the difficulties I’ve felt over the last year.
Today, I’ve decided that I’m going to start applying that to the physical aspects of my life. I would never allow the child I look after to go to bed with tangled matted curls, I would never let her not brush her teeth, or change into clothes before leaving the house, and into jammies before bed. I wouldn’t let her go out in public without greasing that baby up! I wouldn’t deny her food because fed is best, and she always has a full water bottle to hand at all times of the day. Why should I treat the toddler of myself any differently? Are they worth less?
So detangled, safely braided curls, and a nice greasy baby with freshly teeth brushed is off to sleep soon. I hope if you struggle with self-care you can slowly teach yourself to treat the toddler of yourself with the care that you would treat any child with
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I took low dose T for six months and decided it wasn’t for me.
I don’t consider myself de-trans bc I never really got to more noticeable changes (my whistle register is gone and I have a little more peach fuzz on my chin but that’s it), so I haven’t done anything to detransition, and, most importantly, bc I do not like what the de-trans movement at large stands for.
it should stand for full bodily autonomy - being allowed to make big decisions, *and* being able to choose to stop and reverse the process as much as is medically possible.
instead it is largely used to pedal sentiments like “if we let people make decisions about their bodies they might regret it so we should take that decision away” (same sentiment behind anti-abortionism) or “we don’t know all of the long term effects of <medication> so we shouldn’t allow it at all” (sounds awfully like anti-vaxxers, especially COVID deniers).
anyway, I’m in a weird place trans-wise bc I’m a cis-passing nonbinary person who briefly flirted with masculinizing hormones, and that puts me in a similar category to some of the most vocal opponents of trans healthcare and bodily autonomy.
maybe I’m in a position to help reclaim and redirect the de-trans collective voice towards one of radical acceptance, but is that even something that is needed?
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The genderfluid want for a way to just customise your body. like all the time. Like, I don’t wanna have short hair because sometimes I want it long but also sometimes I NEED it short. I just need a way to. change. Like in the sims or some shit.
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Feeding
TW // Mental Health, Disassociation, Mentions of Alcoholism
[[MORE]]When I was twelve, I began to feed something.
It was crumbs at first, little nibbins and nooks, parts from a plate you’d barely even remember were there. Nothing felt out of place. I was growing. A foot a day! My mum would say, kissing my forehead. My dad would rustle my hair before leaving for work and say don’t go growing too tall whilst I’m gone.
Never, I’d say.
I sat with The Thing I Fed on the stairs, absent minded, flicking crumbs (bigger now) into its mouth, whilst we both listened to my parents argue in boozed-out mania.
They say the thing about keeping a pet, is to train it. Feed it treats and it’ll sit and roll. Shove its face in its own piss, and it’ll start scratching at the backdoor. I don’t know when I became a pet. Maybe fourteen? Sixteen? The year my parents divorced, or my sister looked at me through crazed, black hole pupils whilst jittering off the twenty-something anti-depressants she had taken. But at some point, I became docile to The Thing I Fed. Before I knew it, I was eating the crumbs, whilst it took these mammoth bites out of me. Teeth gnarling at metaphysical flesh, ideas of self caught in its gums like the sinew of a pig. Taking my bones and harvesting the marrow. It shoved my face in my own misery and made me claw at the backdoors of my own sanity, begging to be let out my own mind to wander somewhere distant whilst it took the reigns. I’d come back and claw at my own body, trying to seize it, garner some semblance of control.
But bloodied and bruised, The Thing I fed always came for me. With the whisk of its hand I’d sit, and when the latch on that backdoor sprang loose, I ran through the open void like a Spaniel in golden wheat fields.
Jumping and wooping, as my dead eyes stared at the dried paint of the ceiling.
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Intro⚢
About me:Femme lesbian (poc), 16, witch
Interest: religion (collecting religious items),reading,queer history, DC, anime,tattoos,nail art,henna,cooking,horror movies
Reminder: this is 16+ blog there are small hints of mature content so it’s my preference that no one under 16 comes onto my blog.
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Catch Up
Why can’t my brain and body just align?
It’s so tiring, hearing ‘her’ all the time.
Why can’t they just see,
That I clearly hate being called 'she’?
Maybe it’s not them;
Maybe it’s just me.
Maybe I need to wait, take it slow;
Just need to take it a day at a time.
But day after day, it doesn’t go away;
It never changes.
Why did I think it would change?
Maybe I should wait just a little longer,
Surely it can’t linger any longer?
Why would it last even longer?
How could it last even longer?
It’s not real, right?
I don’t know if I have any more fight,
It needs to just go away.
Why won’t it just go away?
But if my brain isn’t a girl;
If I’m not just making it up,
Why can’t my body just catch up?
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21+ Queer Discord Server
Hi lovely queer people!
After struggling with discord servers being too busy and full of too many bots i decided to make my own. It is a 21+ only server for queer women, nonbinary people and transmasculine people.
I wanted to make a space where we can all chat and make friends because the world is too lonely since lockdown.
I’m sapphic so I wanted to make it a safe space for that but also for nonbinary people and transmascs too since im all 3.
We don’t have a nsfw due to me being asexual I wouldn’t be comfortable moderating it all the time but I’m hoping as the community grows I can add some mods.
I do ask for a photo of your date of birth on your id with everything else covered but the rest of the server don’t see it and I delete them when you’re approved.
Feel free to share your writing in the writing channel over talk to other writers, talk about your favourite shows or movies, share your art, outfit of the day or even talk about your illnesses or vent about whats going on in your life.
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Questions About Sexuality
I think there might be a chance I’m pansexual, and as queers yourself, people on Tumblr, I think you might give the best advice.
As my mother told me, the moment I was born, I supposedly started hitting on the midwife that delivered me. But I’ve started to lose my ability to distinguish between “That person is attractive”, “That person is hot” and “I’m in love with that person”, and I can’t decide whether I’m actually queer, turning into a weird uncle, or if I’ve just read too many fanfictions. So what do you think?
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My OC Ophelia in gacha nebula, it’s a gacha mod.
What do you think? Give me your opinions.
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Sure thing! I just listed a couple links to check out if you two were interested. On the nonbinary wiki, there are two sections that helped me in figuring out my ‘words’ even though I am a trans guy I still found it helpful. One section is titled nonbinary identities and can be found on <nonbinary.wiki/wiki/List_of_nonbinary_identities>. The other section is about uncommon nonbinary identities if it’s more boundless, if you will. It can be found under <nonbinary.wiki/wiki/List_of_uncommon_nonbinary_identities>.
For my other responses, I recommend using private browsing since you two live in conservative environments. I also mentioned trying out some small things like dressing with more loose clothing, I heard it can feel like wearing a dress without actually wearing a dress, and possibly growing out their hair. Some things that may or may not work depending on your situation can include adding a little bit of makeup or using 'feminine’ hygiene products. If she’s open to practicing more, there are a NUMBER of different pronouns and ones that can simply be created if he felt that applied.
In addition to nonbinary identities, I recommend checking out the terms like lunarian and solarian. These offer more ways to describe an identity if it’s more masculine kind of like a guy but in a way that isn’t part of the binary. These terms fall under the Galactian Alignment System, and - contrary to how the name may sound - is not geared towards those with DID. It’s simply a system of various terminology to describe one’s identity without being pulled into the conversation of “are you nonbinary amab or nonbinary afab” or having to describe one’s identity as it relates to the binary.
Hope this helps