Looks like my husband might tell his best friend and best friends wife about me next weekend. We will be seeing them for the holiday and he really wants to tell his friend. I'm ok with it I just hope it goes well. His wife is low-key one of the biggest sources of gender envy for me. I really hope we can still be friends. I doubt it'll be a problem but you know anxiety and all.
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Thinking about how I might possibly still have a little bit of time where if I was on hrt my bone structure might change a little tiny bit a completely normal amount (I'm guessing cis people think about this every day)
I wish I were better at dealing with conflicts. Mainly I just hide, to an almost ridicoulous degree.
Thinking about the two books I have on the go rn but still really wanting to play Celeste more
The mega is safe from literary torment...
for now
Went in a black jumpsuit for pride, did my makeup, like Emma Ruth Rundle in this video
https://youtu.be/TXCjEKpwtRc?si=bXqBv_HnMtVzUT-7
I felt so hot, my ace ass kissed a bunch of shes, gays and theys. First pride was really nice.
cannot hold this in
"Ex," said miserable Paul. He put his headphones on but didn't press play. If he was Polly right now he'd probably cry. Polly was kind of a crier, something Diane had teased him about. Paul didn't cry. What else did Paul do or not do? He'd have to remember or find out. He could do anything now; he was Teen Runaway Paul. Was it cheating to stay in the hostel? Maybe he should sleep on the streets, hustle like a real teen runaway. Maybe he should make himself way younger, get taken in by Social Services and adopted by a wealthy but liberal older gay couple, start life over. He could ace high school now, get a scholarship to NYU for film...
The waiter leaned his spindly elbows on the counter in front of Paul.
This had me asking like, is Paul's entire life fake? Is he just grasping for authenticity through a veil of disaffected gen-x bullshit, rolling listlessly through life? Is Paul actually secretly Maria Griffiths????
At that point I was like, Oh Yeah. Even though Maria is this overtraumatised trans woman from New York who has the diy punk 90s thing as an artifact, a shell from her youth, and Paul is a genderfluid/flux/transfem egg?/it's complicated water spirit, drifting through life mostly having sex all the time... you can swap the keywords and they are the same person. Same modus operandi.
The difference, for me trying to get perspective, is that everything Maria does is motivated by the fact she is hopelessly traumatised and as a result, disconnected and kinda shitty. She fucks off to New Reno in reaction to her life imploding, because she was too bored and disconnected to do any upkeep on her relationship, you know.
Paul is just kind of like... does he enjoy drifting randomly from city to city, nightclub to nightclub, having tons of casual sex and altering his body to suit his taste? It seems like he should if he's doing it, but if not why does he even do it? He pumps the brakes on all that to be in sapphic monogamy with his new terf gf, but it's clear to them both that he gets drawn back to his usual ways, flirting with lesbian baristas and considering hooking up on the dl. His motives are an actual mystery to me, it's like this way is all he knows and he loves and hates it at once? I could not tell you what he wants, I guess, is what it comes down to when you cut through the miasma of 90s-ass references.
Also the book's insistence on using he/him pronouns for Paul is very funny.
I think what made The Masker so satisfying to read, aside from that I already understood everything in it before I started, is that it's so short and focused, it's almost a parable or something. A Novel like this usually involves a listless, lolloping, lackadaisical plot, and Paul is the most all-of-those, at like 700 pages. :::
damn you spiro stop making me salt all my food too much
i've seen many big tiddies before, but i never knew what they looked like POV. fucking hell
I bought some hair removal creme("andmetics" brand, just bought the first one I could find) and tried it, and the result was that there is no result.
Details:
spoiler
First test on my left arm, 10 minutes left on (the maximum recommended duration), and afterwards no change, not a single hair fell out and I also had no skin irritation at all.
Second test on my right arm, upwards of 15 minutes left on, and with a far thicker layer of cream on it. Also no result, skin is possibly slightly irritated, but I am not sure.
I guess it's not strong enough if you don't have cis-women hair? But it also didn't cause any irritation, like the manual said it would.
I will research what is an actually good brand and try again. And what the conditions on it not working are.
Any good advice or videos on shaping eye brows? I don't want super femme, but these things need to be harnesses and taken in
sadposting
Been feeling really sad and dysphoric over the last few days, real bedrotting hours. Hope I can get out of it soon. Feel like i'm going nowhere in my life and struggling a lot of the time.