Did You Guys Know I’m Gay? Like So Fucking Gay.. Men

i got the copper iud today!

honestly, it wasnt as bad as i thought it would be, but it was still pretty awful. the insertion was painful but i wasnt nauseous, didnt pass out, i was kinda thirsty and tired afterwards tho. 

my nurse was also a trans guy too!! his name was pete and he was so nice and made me a million times more comfortable.

around an hour or so after the insertion was when i started getting really really bad cramps. typically, my period cramps are like a 5 or 6 but these were like an 8 in my opinion. the only thing thats helped so far has been tylenol (cant take ibuprofen for medical reasons) and heating pads--cant stress that enough: heating pads were the only things that helped. a couple hours after the insertion the pain was too much for me so i took so melatonin and slept it off. 

biggest piece of advice, drink water and eat something beforehand, bring some water and a stuffed animal with you for support, and have the doctor talk you through the procedure. afterwards make sure you have a heating pad, some tylenol or advil, and if you can, sleep it off. call some friends to take your mind off the pain as well.

Reblog this if there’s a cute boy you really want to kiss rn.

hes just like me fr

steve harrington is a malewife.

imagine he wakes up earlier than u and u see him sitting on da kitchen countertop with tea and looking at the sun rising and it reflects on his hair and makes it look like he has a halo and he doesnt know ur watching and u just

for both our sakes.

Figurative sketches of trans-masc people I did a couple days ago

there are so many words to describe love. passion, sweetness, or gentle. i’ve never been good with words. when i opened my mouth i always found things coming out so jumbled and messy. i could never pair the right letters to say what i needed to, when i needed to. that was until i met them. when i met them everything clicked. they were the sun. they were shaking hands and whispering secrets in the darkness. they were every word i have ever imagined to speak. they put the syllables together and made me speak poetry. they told me with the curve of their waist how to make the vowels sound pretty when i pronounced their name. with the gentle shimmer in their eyes, and the chip in their tooth, they’ve taught me how to speak. how to love.

i simply wish to read old poetry to my bf while we’re both in nothing but our boxers, on a blanket in the grass, eating fresh peaches in the midday sunlight

Son of Apollo and son of Hermes

trans mac truthers wya