Being Androgynous But Not In The Idealized Way Is A Trip... I Wish People With A Bunch Of Strongly Gendered

being androgynous but not in the idealized way is a trip... i wish people with a bunch of strongly gendered traits from both sides of the binary got more love. like. we can't all be skinny, hairless, flat-chested, etc., and nor should we all be. all forms of androgyny deserve celebrating...

Necromancer? No, no, you misheard me. I'm a NECK-romancer!

*tilts my head to the side, whorishly exposing my delicate, biteable throat, thus sending out a blastwave of irresistible vulnerability that instantly attracts all vampires within a 15 mile radius*

Hey!

Some trans men/trans mascs can do, and will:

-Treat their packers like prosthetics

-treat their packers as an extension of their own body

-Buy packers in crazy colors because who doesn't want a blue dick I MEAN C'MON

-See their packers as a sometimes thing for special occasions

-wear them every day

-Buy a packer that is as realistic as possible

-buy a massive packer because why the hell not

Basically what I'm getting at with this is:

Packing is such an under-acknowledged part of trans masc culture and I think that's really sad because it's actually really heartwarming to see all the tutorials and stories and tips and tricks and different attitudes surrounding packing. I dunno I'm just spitballing but I love it and I think it deserves more attention

if you're about to get top surgery, you may hear a voice in your head telling you to make a joke about getting something off your chest even though it's overplayed. im here to let you know it's your imperative and sacred duty to not only make the joke but to tell it to every person you talk to. and that you are right it would be funny as fuck. this is not sarcastic if you tell enough people one of them will have never heard it before and also it's still funny to every person who has heard it listen to me this is a once in a life time opportunity— [i start getting dragged out by the palace guards] commit to the bit!!! if you don't you'll forever wish you had!! heed my warning or forever suffer the cons— [castle door slams shut behind us]

It’s hard to put this into words, but I have to try. I can’t keep bottling this inside.

Sometimes I feel like I understate the genderqueer part of my identity, the part of me isn’t just a trans guy who wants to explore my femininity but also who I was for years, a butch who learned how to find comfort in masculinity and learned how to love women through the sapphic community. I might not identify as a lesbian anymore as I’m not solely into women nor identify as one, but it pains me to give up the label of butch. It feels dishonest to cast that side away from me. At the same time I feel such guilt for my attachment to the lesbian community as I primarily pass as a guy and somewhat feminine one at that. How can I hold such conflicting feelings of masculinity and femininity? A paradox of inner androgyny that is hard to present outwardly. Hard to put labels to. This isn’t even something I talk about to others out of fear of what they would say.