Tempting though it is to let the entire internet see me trotting nude around my living quarters like the fat trans lead of a very inspired Hotel Chevalier remake, a person would have to ask me one on one to get that link. Or you could just wander over to Chaturbate sometime and hope for a miracle. A surprising number of people I know have accidentally found my show.
I'm so confused and I feel really bad for being so confused. I did try and look for an explication before asking, but I couldn't find one after many pages. So plainly, do you have a penis, wanting to transition to vag, or vise versa?
This is sort’ve precious because it’s so honest in its confusion, though your understanding of how transition works could use a tune up! I’m male assigned and femininely identified, so if I ever have the opportunity to pursue surgery I’d be having a vagina installed. Sorry for the delicate language— it feels crummy to describe my body with certain terms so I’m trying to be frank without saying anything that makes me uncomfortable!
I have a ton of awesome TMI Tuesday questions (including a reeeally good one from my big sister nicbravo that I’m pretty excited to answer for her/y’all) but I’m taking a break to be a slut in a different way for a minute! Feel free to keep asking questions, they just might end up being answered into the night. TMI Tuesday thru Thursday!
I'm a cis gendered woman and I'm 6'3" so I've been there with other cis women as well. Everyone's gotta be smaller than someone else.
What is the deeeeal with that? I love that you’re tall too! Dude, unite! “Do you play basketball” was suuuch a common question when I was still in school, and then there was a girl in town who apparently looked exactly like me and did play basketball. So people stopped asking, but only because they thought for sure I did. hahaha
I recently measured this to make sure I knew exactly! I’m exactly 6’0.5” tall. I have been accused of being as tall as 6’4”, which was the biggest fucking eyeroll of my entire life*. I have also been accused of being as short s 5’9”, which was similarly absurd.
* Fellow beautiful and powerful trans women, while we’re doing all this rad stuff around building stronger communication within our community, can we fucking stop the constant competition to see who in the room is shortest? It bores the absolute fuck out of me. I’m however tall you need me to be to feel your fucking best, sweetheart— I’m 6’10”, I’m two stories high, I’m actually a 50 foot woman bending down very far. You’re the daintiest gal in the room, so fucking relax. If I strike up a conversation about height, it’s because I myself am insecure about my height and would like to get your perspective on your own height. I’m not trying to strip you of your title as Most Delicate and Effortless Beauty on This Earth because I probably really do think you’re the most delicate and effortless beauty on this earth, and when you offer shady speculation about my body it can hurt. So stop it? Like stop it forever.
Ooh, this one’s really tough. On the one hand there’s nothing like having my nipples played with? Feeling my partner’s fingers trace the edge where pink meets milk white, feeling them bring their index finger and thumb together over my hard nipple and tug while they watch my body flush. Kinda amazing. On the other hand having my partner’s fingers in my cunt, working me over to get me dripping is a guaranteed orgasm every time. A solid dicking is incredible but nothing’s quite like the targeted flexibility of the human hand~*~
Do you feel like being attractive helps you or hurts you?
I don’t know what to say to this at all! I don’t usually feel very attractive, if you want to be real. I’m drunk so being real is all I’ve got the faculties for just now. But um, like, so the thing is that most of the time I still assume that all anybody can see when they look at me is a gigantic man wearing makeup. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a gigantic man wearing makeup, but that’s not my identity so feeling like that’s how I’m being viewed is rough. I get looked at kind of a lot when I’m in public, and I understand logically that it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m ugly but I always kind of assume that’s what it is. Boyfriend disagrees and so do lots of people I know probably, but I can never shake the fear that I’m a big public joke.
Starting Zoloft has really helped. I’ve started to look in the mirror and get what I think might be a more honest sense of myself. (Or a more delusional sense of myself! Who knows!) But like, I certainly don’t feel definitively attractive.
That’s a weird answer to your question! I’m sorry! haha If you have, like, a more specific thing you wanted to hear about I’d happily try again.
I don’t really know what this means! Like, position or dynamic or, like… mood? I mean I guess my favorite way to have sex is very aggressively. I like a lot of physical intensity, I like it when my partners leave marks, I like it when a partner throws me around because they’re singularly focused on the goal of exhausting us both and getting exactly what they want from me.
So I just got home from dinner with my mother and I’m completely drunk. I now have plenty of TMI Tuesday asks but I’m somehow just realizing that I’m going to have to answer these questions honestly and shit! I’m a slutty open book but I don’t usually talk to tumblr about this shit. Hi.
To put it delicately, I am filthy faggot slut identified. I’m super submissive and love sexual service, being obedient to satisfy the needs and desires of my partner. I like sucking dick and having my mouth fucked, I like being grabbed my the hair and pinned down and pounded. I’m so fucking into being fingered, y’all. I’m also a total bratty princess sometimes who wants to be admired and doted on. I like having my dick sucked, I like being told I’m a good boy/girl/slut, I like having my hair played with while I suck cock. I loooove having my nipples played with in basically any way. My nipples are my on switch. Even getting close to them makes me wet, and extended attention makes orgasm about one million times easier to reach. (Orgasm’s not easy for me to reach in general.)
I am, bless my heart, a bottom through and through. People always expect me to be switchy, but topping is just not my thing at all and having so many people assume I’m into it has made me even less interested.
you could get a paypal donate button thing on your blog to help raise funds
I’ve thought about that kind of thing but I get so, so anxious about asking people for help and I never want anybody to think I’m, like, some money grubbing selfish girl or anything. Because I know how lucky I ultimately have it? I always feel good about receiving help but I’m scared for people to think I expect help!
Do you still have a penis or have you gone through genital reconstruction?
Ooh, y’all are getting right to the body shit! That’s aight, because I am, as aforementioned, completely fucked up. I haven’t had genital reconstruction because I’m young and poor, but since I started Zoloft a few months ago I haven’t had nearly as much trouble with dysphoria around the way my junk is shaped. Boyfriend’s been really cool about helping me keep myself sane with that shit.
It’s something I’d love to do someday soon I think, and I’ve got very close friends who are trying to help me find ways to raise funds for it when the time is right.
Oh, I’m definitely doing it. I’m just waiting for the TMI questions to come in, but my super sweet and respectful anons are trying to play it coy. I’m drunk and stoned, Tumblr. I can’t stop giggling. Ask me questions I wouldn’t normally answer.
Can you explain your tattoo? It's quite interesting and memorizing.
Thank you baby! Believe it or not, the Wikipedia page has a lot of good information about the actual literal meaning of my tattoo. To wit:
The word “Abracadabra” may derive from an Aramaic phrase meaning “I create as I speak.” [It] is an incantation used as a magic word in stage magic tricks, and historically was believed to have healing powers when inscribed on an amulet. The first known mention of the word was in the third century AD […] by Quintus Serenus Sammonicus, physician to the Roman emperor Caracalla, who prescribed that malaria sufferers wear an amulet containing the word written in the form of a triangle
Having that amulet printed on my body is a reminder that I’m responsible for my own healing, and that my healing comes when I’m brave enough to put voice to my needs. It’s one way I remind myself that there’s magic in any silly thing that I decide has magic, and that I should try to ascribe magic to as many things in my life as I can. It’s hard for me not to get embarrassed about being passionate and doing work to take care of myself, so I have a tattoo that says it all for me even if it’s not obvious to anybody else.
I can’t believe I’m high enough to be talking about this.
Can I request that you post selfies with flowers or pose as a spring goddess of some sort?
This is such a cute request. You totally can request that, and I would really love to know more about why you wanna see it! I feel like I would need a helping hand to take pictures with flowers, but I’ve got some fun makeup ideas for a spring goddess. HMM. Anybody wanna help?
Girl! Your hair! I love it! Anne Hathaway realness! Have you ever dyed your hair before? And if so, what color was it?
Thank you for the compliment on my haircut! I’ve been wanting to answer this for a few days, but I’ve also wanted to find a link to great ask I got once wherein it was explained to me why “realness” wasn’t a word that belonged to me as a white person. I really appreciated the education but I can’t find the post or anything good on Google! If anybody has links, I’d love them.
But anyway! My hair has been dyed consistently since I was in about the fourth grade. My mom’s a hairdresser so I’ve always had way too much access to the tools of the trade. You can’t just leave an adolescent queer alone in a house with a bunch of hair color and expect her not to do some dumb shit. My natural color is probably 4NG and right now I’ve got a 3N on it, a dark neutral brown to cover my grays and keep it dark. I’ve worn it platinum blond, black, orange, pink, every shade of red, and during the phase of my life when I rebelliously used BOXED HAIR DYE to annoy my mother it once turned a truly hideous blue grey color.
What I really want is this fucking wig, so I can have long bright locks without having to color my own.