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Before starting T, when I socially transitionned, I was surrounded by radical feminists who saw masculinity as gross and inherently evil, something to avoid, something to make fun of, something to destroy. The other transmascs in my friend group, sometimes, told me that they didn’t knew if they really were non-binary or if they just were scared shitless of saying “I am a man”. Because they saw this as a betrayal to their younger self who had been SAd and abused.

I saw many of my masc friends and trans men around me hate themselves, not outing themselves as men because it would imply so so much, it was like opening the Pandora Box. Even when we were just together, talking about our masculinity was always coated with bits like “I know we’re the privileged ones but…”, “I don’t want to sound like I have it bad but…”, “Women obviously have it worse, but last time…” and we were talking about terrible traumas we experienced while taking all the precautions in the world in the case the walls were a crowd of people in disguise waiting to get us if we didn’t downplay the violence we faced, or like crying and being upset and being traumatized and afraid and scared and to say it out loud would make us throw up the needles we were forced to swallow every second of every day living in our skin.

Most of us weren’t on T yet, some of us were catcalled every day and harassed in the streets or in abusive relationships nobody seemed to care to help them get out of because they were “strong enough” to do it by themselves.

I was using the gender swap face app and cried for ours when I saw my father looking back at me through the screen. The idea of transforming, of shedding into a body that would deprive me of love, tenderness, and safety, was absolutely terrifying. I knew I couldn’t stay in this body any longer because it wasn’t mine, but I also knew that if I was going to look like my dad, my brother, my abusers, it would be so much worse.

5 years later and I’m almost 2 years on T, and almost 2 months post top surgery.

I ditched my previous group of friends. I was bullied out of my local trans community. But let me tell you how free I am.

I was scared that T would break my singing voice: it made it sound more alive than ever.

I was scared that T would make me less attractive: it made me find myself hot for the first time in my life.

I was scared that T would make me gain weight: it did. But the weight I put on is not the weight I used to put on by binging and eating my body until I forgot that it even existed. It’s the weight of my body belonging to me, little by little. The wolf hunger for life.

I won’t tell you the same story I see everywhere, the one that goes “I started going to the gym 8 times a week, I put on some muscles, I started a diet and now I look like an action film actor”, in fact if you took pictures of me from 5 years ago vs now I’d just have more acne, I’d have longer hair and still look like I don’t know what to do with myself when I take selfies.

But the sparkle in my eyes, my smile, tell the whole story way better than this long ass stream of words could ever.

I want to say some things that I wish someone told me before starting medically transitionning.

It’s okay to take your time. It’s your body, it’s your journey, if you don’t feel comfortable taking full doses and want to go slow, the only voice you need to listen to is your own. Do what feels right.

If you feel overwhelmed, it’s okay to take a break, it’s okay to ask for support.

Trans people are holy. Everyone is. You didn’t lose your angel wings when you came out because you want to be masculine. You are not excluded from the joy of existence, from being proud of yourself, from being sad, from being scared, from being angry. The emotions and feelings you allowed yourself to feel while processing what you experienced when you grew up as a girl and was seen as a woman are still as valid as before. Nobody can take that from you. If someone tries to, don’t let them.

It’s perfectly normal to grieve some things you were and had before you started to transition, like your high soprano voice or even your chest. Hatching is painful. You can find comfort in things that don’t feel right, so making the decision to change can be incredibly scary and weird and you deserve to be heard and supported through this. Wanting top surgery doesn’t make the surgery less intense, less terrifying, less painful to recover from. When it becomes too much you have the right to take a break and take some deep breaths before going on.

You don’t have to have a radical, 180° change for your transition to be acceptable or valid or worthy of praise. Look at how far you’ve come already. It doesn’t have to show, you’re not made to be a spectacle, you’re human and it is your journey.

Oh, and last thing, you know when some people say “Oh this trans person has to grow out of the cringy phase where you think that you can write essays about being trans or transitionning or just their experience because it’s weird” ? If you ever hear this or see this online, remember all the people whose writing you read and, even if they were not professional writers, helped you more than any theorists did ? If you want to write, do it. It won’t be a waste. It can help people. Or it won’t, and even then, if it helped you, that’s enough.

Love every of my trans siblings, take care of yourselves. You deserve the world.

it should be illegal to take a nap and still have a headache when you wake up. like no i shut it off and back on again why are you still here

Welcome to an Ace and Aro Positivity Blog

Hi!

I read a post recently about how ace/aro people spent so long being bullied and harassed, it pushed a whole bunch of people back in the closet. It feels like there are hardly any safe spaces for us anymore. Ridiculous for what most people think of as the queer website.

So I decided to make one.

Note the slightly bitter name for this blog. We're told to care about queer issues and queer people, then we're told we aren't part of the community. That the "A" stands for ally (it does not). We should be defending other queer people but we don't have any say in issues.

So, here I am. I was on Tumblr when Ace people felt like we were allowed to be visible, I'm hoping I can make some of us feel that way again.

they should invent a sunday that doesn't have any responsibilities so I can just chill

If you’re a transfem that shits on transmascs fuck you. If you’re a transmasc that shits on transfems fuck you too. Do better.

reasons to care about trans men & mascs

we're people

Bigotry agaisnt trans men is spreading so I want to send some love to the transmasc community.

I love you trans men.

Love you trans men who don't pass.

Love you trans men who will never pass.

Love you trans men who don't want to pass.

Love you poc trans men.

Love you gay trans men.

Love you lesbian trans men.

Love you straight trans men.

Love you bi trans men.

Love you ace trans men.

Love you Jewish trans men.

Love you atheist trans men.

Love you pagan trans men.

Love you trans men with breasts.

Love you trans men who aren't on T yet.

Love you trans men who'll never be on T.

Love you mentally in trans men.

Love you unmedicated mentally ill trans men.

Love you trans men who self harm.

Love you trans men who've thought about ending their lives.

Love you trans men with cringe interests.

Love you trans men who dress in ways people consider cringe.

Love you trans men who'll never have sex.

Love you trans men who have a lot of sex.

Love you trans men who are sex workers.

Love you trans men who've had abortions.

Love you feminine trans men.

Love you butch trans men.

Love you trans men who still consider themselves cute and pretty.

Love you trans men who aren't physically attractive.

Love you trans men who hate being called cute or pretty.

I love you. I love you. I love you. You are valid. You are a man. You deserve to be seen as a man. You deserve to be loved and cherished as a man. You deserve to be happy. You aren't made worse by your transition, you aren't a burden on the community, we're happy you're here, we're happy you're men, we love you.

Reblog this to send love to your transmasc followers.

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your life is not getting worse you just haven't listened to music all day

in the doctored office straight up "transing it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. My gennedr

man what time is it im about to just clock out and go home rn lol *checks my phone* *the clock is scrolling thru time at like 999x speed* *i look around and everythings turning to sand and dust*

this is your gentle reminder to stop fighting against your adhd and instead structure your life around it

buy a pack of chapsticks and put one in the pocket of all of your coats and jackets because you always forget to bring one and chapped lips is sensory hell

leave important things where you can see them. if they go in a box or a drawer you will forget they exist

put any appointments or deadlines in your phone calendar As Soon As you get them. set a reminder for a week before, a day before, an hour before, as many as you need as often as you need them.

when that little voice in your head says "i dont need to write that down, ill remember it" that is the devil talking!!! write it down anyway!!

plan for down time. have a few hours at the end of every day to just do fun stuff like engage in your hyperfixations. even if you didnt get all of your work done that day, have the rest anyway. you probably spent the whole day beating yourself up for not doing what you Should be doing, so you still need the break.

if you never eat vegetables because its too much effort to chop and cook them, get the frozen or canned shit. it doesnt go off for ages and you just have to microwave it. theres no point buying fresh vegetables if they just keep going off and being left to rot in the bottom of your fridge

if you struggle to decide what to have for dinner every day, take the decision out of it. choose a set of meals and eat those on rotation until you get sick of them, then choose some new ones and do it again.

its not stupid if it works! our brains literally have a chemical deficiency. you are allowed to accommodate yourself. go forth and stop making your life more difficult than it has to be because "this shouldn't be this hard". it is hard, so make it easier.

emotional processing is so funny because sometimes you’ll be violently sobbing on your bedroom floor over something that happened 4 years ago and then you’ll just. get up and make coffee. and go to the grocery store. and take all this fundamental sadness for a walk. and ponder the cosmic experiences of humanity while eating a sandwich. and that’s healing.

7 years of bad luck < the aesthetic

In a world full of white guys punching drywall dare to be the white guy who punches the mirror after staring into it broodingly

the secret to success in life is a fuckass jacket

This too shall pass but like holy fuck

I love soulmates but also this-

my dumb? founded. my flabbers? gasted. my gob??? smacked

They sound like little mosquitoes

i love this post so much

makes me happy every time i see it :3

hope we're all still online and chatting as old fucks <3

some things do not need bluetooth connection. give me a wire you prick

new game plan called shield yourself at all times and never let anyone in . this will have no repercussions