“You’re safe,” my spouse said. They stopped hitting me. It was a shorter sentence than I had requested. My spouse knows what I want– I want to be safe more than anything. They go to the root. collar We were in bed in the afternoon. I’d asked my spouse to collar me while hitting me.
“There are many ways I could sit on your lap,” Velvet said. I was relaxing on the chair, which has no arms and is wide and slick like leather or pretend leather. The chair was holding my back and huge ass, low to the floor. We had just done ritual, asking our guides to collaborate
Recently I purchased a strap, which was a big deal emotionally. I had wanted one for 20+ years. Also, it was an expensive purchase. I’m sorry it costs hundreds of dollars to affirm gender. When I tried out the strap, my mind was blown. This post is what I learned from having my own dick.
I grew these tits, without my permission really. These days, I welcome them. I like touching them, and they comfort me as well as my spouse. When I hug a friend, maybe they comfort my friend also. My tits are warm, pretty, somewhat symmetrical, large, round, droopy, sensitive, and fine by me. Two burdens I
Loving a man feels a bit treacherous. Either I don’t care, or I care too much. Feels impossible to find a sweet spot. I have a friend–I can’t recall how we met. Oh, it was a radical support meeting, years ago. He dumpster dove flowers for us. I thought he might be a lady, when
I’m loving trans friends, of the present and the past. Here are some thoughts for Trans Day of Remembrance. Transness is desirable. thank you Thank you to my trans friends and partner, for being close to me and sharing your reality with me, which is a reality as valid as any. Maybe more valid. I