Finding Out A Tgirl Is A Pit Freak And Quickly Wiping Your Deodorant Off And Getting All Sweaty Like

if your trans boyfriend won’t listen to you about transfeminism, you should dump his ass. if your trans boyfriend keeps saying “the government hates us all equally,” you should dump his ass. if your trans boyfriend won’t read transfeminist literature, you should dump his ass. if your trans boyfriend is pushing antifeminist talking points like the above, you should dump his ass.

i think i would wait until she was finished and then burst into the room, skirt already down and fuck the ever-loving hell out of him :3

what would you do if your tboy gf stole ur onaholes and used them to stuff his fat knot into ?? would you watch him rut into them and cover them in her slick? he'd leave the door open a crack for you to watch either way

started playing tetris after seeing terf shit on this website bc the rhetoric is fucking nauseating, and who tf needs intrusive thoughts about that

Its hard not to notice how many transmascs who are emphatic about not being men want to have their cake and eat it to. Like i have no doubts about the rich inner world of their own gender identities, but it's clear a lot of them want to walk, talk, look and behave like a man but they don't want to be A Man(tm) cause that would mean they would have to reckon with how their behavior affects the (trans and otherwise) women around them. Which is ironic cause that's a very man thing to do innit. Like this will probably get me crucified by the transmisogyny fandom on here but I suspect if many of these people examined why they feel so closely connected to masculinity but not manhood, it's because they see themselves as incapable of being apart of an oppressive patriarchal group simply because of the fact that they were assigned female at birth

after careful consideration, i decided that meow meow meow meow meow

a butch is actually such a thing you can doll up into unwilling pornstar

straps are fun and all, but im going to turn the spotlight onto feverishly grinding bare tdick up against ass for a moment here

I snuck in while you were sleeping and I put a computer in your brain. Any idea or thought you’ve ever had was actually me. You think you have a personality, but you don’t. You think you have desires, you don’t. Any reaction you have to this information is for my own amusement.

very badly wanna hold a pretty doll in my lap and massage their titties and play with their nipples, real slow and sweet, till their brain shuts off, my bulge throbbing through their panties the whole time

Cloning you several times and keeping all of them concubine. Killing them in excessively violent, experimental, and wasteful ways. Then I get to the real you. Why would I need you when I have your clones? You’re useless now. Your consciousness is irrelevant.