D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai, The First Indigenous Actor Nominated In Any Lead Category, Attends The 2024 Emmys

He's right tho

My very first commission, a chibi robot commission for @eggnogo!

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation. the goal, for them, was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-deprivation that so many of us learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to

Currently doing an Insomniac's Gambit. For those of you who don't know, this is when you mess up your sleep schedule badly enough that you attempt to fix it by skipping an entire night of sleep then going to bed at a reasonable hour the next day. Crucially, it does not work

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Gosh..

The way I could hardly get my pants off fast enough when she arrived home. The way she growled my name that made my clit pulse and my hips buck. The way I squealed when she finally pushed inside, still begging for it, her adorable little girlcock stretching open my needy hole, releasing a chorus of whines and pants and moans from me. The way her heavy breaths between thrusts told me she needed me as much as I needed her, if not more. The way for a moment we were just two horny animals begging eachother and whining our names in quick succession. The way her growls reached a higher octave as she spoke "take me" while my hips pumped furiously on her, the air filled with sweat and passion. The way as she reached her climax her voice began to crack and her nails dug into my skin. The way she commanded I take her children as my feet shook and she pumped desperately, her girlcock throbbing and leaking, spilling her load inside me. The way she stayed nestled inside as I begged her not to pull out, my hole welling up with her seed as she softly pumped the last of it in, until it was dripping down my inner thigh. The way she said I was definitely pregnant now. The way a sudden new desperation came over me as I begged her to make sure, pleading her to fuck her load back into me. The way we went for a round 2 while we both desperately humped, her hands on my hips threatening to pick me up and turn me into a Fleshlight. The way she grabbed my tits as she came again, pumping me even more full, the sheets utterly soaked in my squirt and our sweat. The way we laid there for 10 minutes, her not daring pull out as we softly cooed eachother with praises playfully lobbed back and forth. The way she leaned down for the softest, prettiest kiss, and I felt my heart flutter in my chest. The way new strength overtook my muscles as I added tongue to the kiss, sitting forward. The way my body felt absolutely insatiable as she moaned in tandem, feeling me needily clench around her. The way I panted and begged for one more round as I mounted her, her laid back and lazily holding my hips as I desperately bounced on top of her. The way my eyes rolled back into my skull to see new colors as we thrusted, our moans a rhythmic chant. The way everything went black for a moment when I finally came, her pumping the last bit of it inside me while I squirted onto her stomach.

The way everything seemed fuzzy and sparkly for a long long time afterwards. The way we cleaned up with cuddles and water, softly kissing and caressing each other. Gosh, the way the whole world seemed to disappear save for me and her.

The way I'm so totally fuckin gay for this girl!!!

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