I’m happy my spouse last night took this picture of my ass. I was wearing the roses swimsuit bottom as chonies. I like the black with flowers.
My ass is still very large and beautiful. It’s flat and huge with a substantial upper butt / sacral fat pad. I’m happy my ass is huge and part of a greater being who is me. A valid part of this animal. Looks white because it almost never gets sun.
sun
After an outdoor shower last summer I did lie on the ground, naked in the sun, at the land. It was heaven to dry off. A trans priestess witch I like came to shower too, with her girlfriend.
“Can I just say that you are so beautiful, lying there in the sun?” she asked me.
I accepted the praise yet was awkward and confused. The priestess is young, probably in her 20s. The vibe was respect, not flirtation. Yet I still quiver inside when I remember the comment.
To be seen naked, to be looked at, to be appreciated by someone I respect and don’t know well–not sure what to do with that besides stutter and glow.
flowers
I didn’t buy the roses bathing suit bottom. I found it at the drag closet on the land.
Is it drag, if I was assigned female at birth, trans somewhat, trans about, trans back, re-trans on a daily basis? Probably I will be enby always.
Gender always felt like a whole lot of work. I was an enby child and young person striving to be a girl, act like a girl. I was doing drag to begin with.
Yet I can feel guilty for taking things from the drag closet like a less fortunate person should be receiving the clothes. Or the clothes should be more like dress up, play clothes. For me, it’s going to be actual clothes.
So be it– I live the discomfort.
more ass
This is a naked picture my spouse recently took. Thought you might enjoy seeing my fat– just the queer, rounded reality of me.
Please feel free to act anthropological, feel friendly toward my ass, or get off on these pictures if you so desire.
I want to do more with images of my body and dream of starting a corn co-op. One day.
