#gay ftm
My right leg, especially the knee, is ridiculously swollen from the heat. Is this what old age is like?
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Around this time last year I got my T letter, though it took until august to get my first shot. When’s your biHRTday? :D
Also, this is me putting out content despite not feeling too well, so you’ll have to contend with a dank meme.
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While shaving is in a way its own reward, I’m definitely looking forward to growing a full on viking beard. Eventually.
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And that’s it! Please let me know if you enjoyed this and would like for it to happen again in the future :3
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An early post this weekend, as I’m out and about.
Fun fact: The german equivalent to how testicles are referred to as ‘balls’ in english is 'Eier’ in german. Which translates to 'eggs’ :D
Please post your questions for Packer (the unicorn with the unique horn) right here in the comments and he will start answering them in the next update!
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hey! if you’ve read all my posts, then you know im a trans man, and a gay one at that! in addition to that, im mentally ill. I moved into my biological fathers house a few months ago, but by December I need to move back out, which is all fine and dandy, except that i live in an incredibly expensive city and don’t get paid a living wage.
while i don’t have much to offer, if you’re willing and able to donate i can write you a poem or short story about a topic of your choosing or will sell nsft content!
my PayPal is [email protected], and I’ll update when I make a venmo and/or cashapp! anything helps to keep another queer person off the streets.
one day, i will have to beg my own mother, who carried me nine months and raised me dozens more, to say my name and not the one on my birth certificate, the chosen name i boast with pride but she hides and pretends she doesn’t hear my sisters use- i will have to beg my own mother to say her only son’s name and not because she doesn’t know it but because she will not use it and one day i will have the money to move away from this city she resides in and she will choose the fork of the road that i follow if, no, when, she refuses to say my name.
one day, i will leave the roads i know in the neighborhood i was raised in, a part of a city i was born in that never knew me, no more than my own mother did. i will finally grow my garden in the yard of a home i have made with those i love, who love me and use my name with the same pride i use it with, and i will finally be able to breath. perhaps ill build the home with the man i recently reconnected with after nearly five years, or perhaps it will be with the couple wanting me to made that duo a triad or perhaps i have not yet who that home will be made with, but i know that home will stand on a foundation of chosen names shouted out with pride.
