Sorry I Always Felt Undesirable My Entire Life And It Gave Me Kinks Of Wanting Someone To Desire Me So

To me my partner is my absolute priority, no matter what's happening around me or how big the problem I need to solve I first warn my partner I'll be busy and then solve it.

Wanna know what I do after? No matter how exhausted I am or how much pain I'm in I report back to my partner to let them know I'm done with that. And I force myself awake as long as I can just to keep the interaction going.

I deserve someone who understands that. Someone that does the same for me.

Trans girls will do anything except go to bed at a reasonable hour.

We’ll lie in bed staring at the ceiling, scrolling through old messages, overanalyzing every compliment we’ve ever received like they’re sacred texts. We’ll sit in front of the mirror at 2 AM, whispering sweet affirmations to our reflection, testing out new names under our breath just to see how they feel.

We’ll get lost in the glow of our screens, reading sapphic love stories, fantasizing about a world where we don’t have to explain ourselves—where a girl calls us hers without hesitation, without doubt. We’ll try on that one perfect outfit in the dead of night, twirling in the dim light of our room, feeling beautiful in a way we never let ourselves during the day.

We’ll stay up because sleep means letting go, and we’re not ready for that. Not when there’s still so much of ourselves to discover, to claim. Not when the night feels like the only time we can be unapologetically us.

Or maybe, just maybe, we’re staying up because we know she’s awake too. Somewhere out there, another restless trans girl is doing the same thing—scrolling, dreaming, waiting. And if we reach out, if we’re bold enough to send that late-night message, maybe we’ll both have a reason to sleep a little easier.

But not yet. Not tonight. There’s still too much to want, too much to feel.

And besides, who needs sleep when we could be whispering our deepest desires into the quiet of the night, where no one but the stars can hear?

#lies and slander #this is NOT #SHUTUP

having a nervous girl in my dms is sooo cute,,

her pretending to be shy and absolutely innocent, starting a conversation with a ‘hi, didn’t mean to bother you, but your posts are so nice’

nice, mhm? maybe you meant that they are hot?

maybe you wanna tell me about you reading them with your friends or family around and trying to hide how fucking horny you became because of them? how you’ve been squeezing and rubbing your thighs, trying not to be so obvious, trying not to show that my posts turn you on so much you’re becoming a wet needy mess?

you’re so easy, baby, sooo obvious

but sure, go on, say hi to me,, as if you still wanna play the role of an innocent baby who’s not thinking about me sexting you how turned on i am because of your little act and how badly now i need to hear you whimpering in an audio for me and calling me mommy <3

cuddles and kisses featuring inappropriate touching

some of y’all would collapse under the weight of your own erections if a trans woman who was slightly older than yourself called you darling.

I want to be forcefully pet by at least two people. Like the way a group of people will gang up on a dog and pet it real hard and it loves it? I need that in my life. I need to not be able to keep track of the hands on my body.

Rita Ora with a chrome dinosaur spine, 2023

I am so glad im not currently looking for a job.

I think if someone asked me where i see myself in 5 years my instant gut reaction would be:

Puppygirl polycule!

Wdym thats a weird thing to say and im not getting the job?

Like, who wouldn’t just wanna live in a house with 5 other puppys and cuddle and make out with them all the time?

i do get a sick sense of satisfaction out of driving a yellow car. like well yes this might as well be something that i do. very few can

I wish i could have a normal crush... but no, my brain wants to worship every little detail of you until it drives me insane