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TME and TMA as intersexist terms: as written by an intersex transfem

I’ve had a few different people in my inbox asking me why I view these terms the way I do. In particular, why I claim it’s intersexist. So, I thought I’d lay out a few examples, so everyone can understand where I’m coming from.

Imagine an intersex woman. She was assigned female at birth by her doctors, and was able to go about her childhood as a woman with no inclination that anything was amiss. Sure, she didn’t experience certain parts of puberty, but puberty was different for everyone, right?

But, later in life, she learns she has Turner syndrome. This is an intersex condition where a woman has only one X chromosome, rather than the usual two.

Soon after she learns this, she finds that laws are being made to attempt to keep trans women out of women’s spaces (often specifically sports) which use chromosomes as a defining factor of womanhood.

Would this intersex person be considered “transmisogyny affected”? She has been raised as a cisgender woman with no problems regarding being ‘clocked’, but she is also a direct target of transmisogynistic laws. She lies in a gray area.

Now, let’s go to another intersex person. Imagine an intersex man with PAIS. AIS is an intersex condition where babies are born with testes and XY chromosomes, but their body is immune to or can’t respond to androgens (which includes testosterone). Intersex people with partial AIS (PAIS) often develop a vulva and clitoris during puberty.

This intersex person identifies as a man, and he was assigned male at birth. However, his body does not produce testosterone, and he went through a feminizing puberty. To the average eye, he appears to be a woman now because of this.

Would this intersex person be considered “transmisogyny affected?” He was assigned male at birth, and now appears to be a woman, much like many transfems. However, if many saw how he looks now, stating that he is a male, they would probably clock him as transmasc. He was raised as a boy until puberty, and then faced astrozcization from his peers when he began a puberty that feminized him. What he was facing was a form of intersexism where transmisogyny was playing a huge part. Does his childhood matter? Can one become TME over time, when they were TMA as a child? Again, he lies in a gray area, where the answer is not quite so simple.

What about the “opposite”, per se — an intersex woman who had a masculinizing puberty? She has aromatase deficiency, which means that many ‘male’ hormones (which would usually be converted to ‘female’ hormones) would remain unconverted. She identifies as a woman, and was identified as a female at birth and was raised, until puberty, as a female. But now, she would be clocked as a trans woman upon looking at her. What does that make her? Is it different from the previous example? How and why? This intersex person also lies in a gray area. How she should be described with these terms is not clear.

And keep in mind, these are all relatively simple examples. All of the examples I listed self-identify as cisgender. But there are intersex people who are trans in any direction you can imagine.

If that last example identified as a trans woman, because she is now clocked as one, would you be able to say she’s wrong for that? What about if she identified as transmasculine, because of her experience with puberty? What if she’s multigender, bigender or genderfluid, and says she’s both transmasc and transfem because of her complicated experiences? Would that make her a TMA transmasculine person? But I thought that transmascs were all TME? That’s how it’s so often framed, anyway.

The reason why these questions are so difficult to answer is because these terms were not made with intersex people in mind. Very real intersex transfems were pushed to the wayside in favor of centering the perisex view of transgenderism. Intersex people are nothing but an inconvenient little afterthought, annoying perisex people with their demand for “inclusion” and “consideration”. (As per usual.)

You cannot simply make a new gender binary and say, “No, really, this time everyone fits into these two categories! Forcing people to confine themselves to these two rigid labels which are shown as opposites, and as never interacting, will definitely include everyone this time!!” No matter what the contents of the new binary is, it’s not going to work, because sex and gender alike are too complicated for that. There will always be people in the gray area.

This isn’t even getting into the fact that these terms, for all intents and purposes, seem to have been popularized by and associated with the Baeddelism movement around 2017, which was essentially “Radical Feminism 2: We’re Trans Women, So It’s Fine!” This movement is known for chronic villainization of trans men and non-binary people who aren’t transfem. (They act like this with cis people too, but noticeably less so than they do with non-transfem trans people. How curious.) Think along the lines of how regular radfems treat all men (and who they deem to be men) as inherently morally disgusting scum who deserve to be attacked.

Methinks that maybe these terms aren’t the neutral, fact-based descriptors of oppression that many people nowadays tout them to be, considering that.

So, yeah. “Transmisogyny exempt” and “transmisogyny affected” as terms: not even once. Listen to intersex people, stop trying to make sex and gender into binaries, and for the love of God, stop drinking the queer seperationist koolaid!

lads men as tweets ── .✦

based on real tweets/quotes - mostly rafayel

"boypussy positivity this, girldick appreciation that" that's great, yeah. but are you supportive of trans people who have gotten/want to get bottom surgery? are you respectful of trans people with severe genital dysphoria who would greatly prefer it if you simply didn't mention their genitals? answer carefully.

I liked your text on LADs and the heterosexual idealism but I wanted to add some interesting context to consider: This is from a western point of view I think. Otome games have existed for decades and have large fanbases in Japan and now China and Korea. These games were rarely published outside of their countries and when they were, were never advertised much so only a handful of western women participated and enjoyed this type of media. In the west, primarily in the states, games have been primarily targeted toward men and children and the ones that are made for women rarely have any effort put in them. So instead of flocking to games, women in the West have always flocked to books for their heterosexual idealism and, like most things women take interest in, is mostly ignored by men and the greater public until it undermines and "threatens" them.

So I don't think this is really a new thing, just that it's a widely advertised product with actual effort put in. And now more women are having their eyes opened to these possibilities.

As for the next step, LADs did announce a long time ago that they were going to have a VR version of the game. Pretty bare bones from what I saw, it was just like the home screen interactions so not a full game. As for bringing that into the physical world, it would likely be along the lines of the sex bot dolls that exist now for men. Or the Augmented Reality "waifus" that hang out on your desk and act as an Alexia. There's quite a bit of advancement for the heterosexual idealism for men but leans more sex based than emotion and affection based that we get from LADs.

Firstly, thank you! I appreciate your perspective on Otome games - I'm admittedly not that familiar with them, so I appreciate the additional cultural context.

And yeah, honestly I STRONGLY agree with your perspective on how romance novels were the more common method for women to engage with this content vs games - like you said, this isn't new per se, just a new medium (at least in the west) for women to explore this idea of Heterosexual Idealism.

Likewise, I think the AR content is definitely the logical next step - like, I think we'll probably see a sort of hybrid between AR/Alexa-esque companions/Replika-type stuff - I think VR just has, currently, too high of a barrier to entry for most people (and, obviously, robots are NOWHERE near being actually accessible to consumers).

It'll definitely be interesting to see how these developments that target women take hold, particularly given how a lot of stuff (like LADS) isn't *quite* as sex-based as content marketed to men is.

But yeah, thank you for your ask! I really enjoyed reading it :)

Xavier deserves more love.

There! I said it!

The man has loved mc for three life times now, made a deal with the devil (Ever), traveled across time and space, moved planets, lived on Earth for a few hundred years to save / find her, and prevent catastrophe from happening to her, fuck even saving her as Lumiere when she was young.

She is the only one that sees him as himself. As Xavier.

He is kind, and comfortable, and selfless. He deals with immense survivors guilt and loves so deeply.

We talk about Rafayel and Caleb being the yearners and clingers. But have you seen Xavier? He is clingy as fuck, and wants nothing but her. Nothing.

Some fun things I love about him, he has one of the biggest appetites but cannot cook for shit. He is unironically hilarious, when he starts telling his little horror stories or ghost stories trying to scare MC, it’s so funny.

I feel like he gets overlooked so often, partially because he’s not as showy as the rest of LIs. I’m sure some might see him as boring, but he is safe. His relationship with MC is one of closest she has, aside from Caleb. They’re neighbours, and colleagues, and best friends. He is deeply ingrained in her life, and a foundational pilar of support for her.

Put some respect on his name.

Hair Wash [read on AO3]

For XavMC Week 2025 ( @xavmc-week )

Day 2: Domesticity

(🔞 slight nsfw at the end)

In which, after a long mission, you decide to comfort Xavier by washing his hair.

Little did you know, it would lead to other consequences..

“You..wanna help wash my hair?”

Xavier stares at your adorable figure, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He has just returned from a classified mission and is in the process of unbuttoning his shirt when you walk in with the proposal. He isn’t averse to the idea. Rather he’d welcome any form of skin contact if it’s you but the fact that this is the first time you’ve suggested doing something like this makes him slightly suspicious.

He tilts his head and frowns. “Am I being pranked?”

You giggle as you head to the cabinet and pull out your bottle of shampoo. “Xavier, you look like a bunny who rolled around in the mud. I simply wanna help clean up.”

“Well then, you can wash my hair but, ” He scratches his cheek and smiles, a playful threat in his eyes, “..know that this bunny will bite if you try anything funny.”

You shake your head and gesture with your hand for him to come over to the bathtub. The smile never leaves his face as he deftly undoes the last few buttons on his shirt and discards it, followed by the black turtleneck to reveal the muscular build of his torso. The sight still makes you shy like a schoolgirl so you avert your eyes and dip a finger in the tub to assess the temperature of the water instead.

“Okay just..”

When you crane your head back, you find him clad in nothing but his boxers. Your eyes involuntarily travel south and the apparent bulge shouldn’t surprise you, considering the fact that you have already seen the real thing in action, but it does. A heated blush blooms upon your face as he makes his way to you and settles into the tub, completely oblivious to the effect he has on you.

While he adjusts himself in the tub, he’s quiet but not uncomfortable. Rather, his eyes seem to be twinkling like a cat that got the cream. And his body is positively glowing like a radiant star. “I’m ready.”

It’s impossible to believe he suspected you of pranking him just a moment ago when he looks like the happiest bunny right now. You take up the hand shower’s cord and gently pour water on his hair.

“Close your eyes, lean back, and relax.”

He obliges.

You let your fingers run through the strands to evenly wet his hair, and he hums in approval. The sight makes you smile, and you proceed to squeeze out a generous amount of the shampoo in your palm. Then slowly, you massage the liquid into his hair and scalp, earning another sound of approval, this one deeper.

“Glad you’re enjoying this.”

“I am.” His reply is a breathy whisper, barely audible because of your proximity. And his cheeks are flushed a pretty hue of pink. Who knew he’d be enjoying something so simple so much?

You continue on, massaging his scalp for another minute before taking up the shower cord again. “Eyes closed, okay?”

He doesn’t respond but his eyes are closed regardless so you spray his hair with water, and begin rinsing off the shampoo. Your fingers card through his wet, silvery locks to make sure the lather isn’t left anywhere.

After you are done, you stand up to grab a towel but before you can take a step, his wet hand comes up to grasp your wrist. “Wait! You’re done already?”

His eyes are open now, big and blue and disappointed.

“Um..yeah..” You shrug. “It’s done.”

“But I just..”

He tugs at your wrist and due to the wet, soapy floor, you end up slipping, your face smacking right on his half-submerged torso.

“Ugh..Xavier you!”

Clumsily, you try to sit up, and in the process, your hand glides down, accidentally landing on something firm. Immediately you retract your hand and stare at him, face flushed beyond words.

“Is that..are you..?”

He passes a hand through his hair, the other leaving your wrist to instead wrap around your waist, and properly draw you on top of him in the tub. His eyes are heavily lidded and voice hoarse as he asks, “What if I am?”

You are too stunned for words. The article you read online only talked about this being an act of intimacy and domesticity between couples. And it’s not that you aren’t flattered but you had no idea this could turn sexual.

You punch his chest lightly. “I was only trying to help you relax!”

“And you’re doing so well.” His thumb easily unfurls your fist and he guides your palm back under the suds to rest over the outline of his obvious length confined within the boxers.

“Now..” He runs the back of his other hand over your cheek and smirks. “..finish what you started.”

hope you liked this ficlet ♡

i don’t think i have much time to write full-length fics but i atleast wanna write short moments of intimacy for each prompt, and participate!

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hi:3 can you write one with xavier and reader where she's dressed like a bunny

𝐵𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝐵𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐂 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐏𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤!𝐧𝐤, 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤!𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭.

She didn’t know how the silver haired man convinced her to wear this. Her tits were so pushed up she could feel them against her throat. Maybe that was her imagination. The floppy, fluffy white ears perched on top of her hair. Two thin pieces of fabric were the only thing covering her breast from being fully exposed.

This is what she got for even mentioning the thought of lingerie to Xavier.

But alas, here she was in his bathroom, giving herself a once over. She kept tugging at the bottom of the incredibly short skirt like a nervous habit. Well, she wasn’t getting any younger.

She opened the door slowly, poking just her head out to see Xavier waiting patiently on the edge of the bed.

“I feel silly.”

“Starshine, you could never be anything but perfect in my eyes.” And she knew it was true. She’d embarrassed herself plenty of times and her boyfriend was never anything but accepting. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom.

Xavier thought he had ascended to the heavens when his eyes caught sight of the outfit. Pink really was her color. She adjusted the bow around her neck with fidgeting fingers.

“What do you-“

“Turn around.” His usually monotone voice interrupted her before she could finish. She saw the fluffy tail, a buttplug, dangling from his fingers. “This is the final piece. I’ve already…prepped it for its final destination.”

Of course he would crack a joke. But she couldn’t think of much else when he walked over to her, brushing her hair off of her shoulder to kiss the exposed skin.

“You look beautiful. My own breeding bunny, hm?” He whispered in her ear. His fingers, still slick with lube, trailed up the lace thong. He pulled the thin fabric aside with his finger and rubbed his digits along the expansion between her cheeks.

“Oh, Xavier…” he whisper was breathless. He cooed softly, kissing her head right between the white fluffy bunny ears.

“Bend over the bed for me, Starshine. Hop to it.” If she wasn’t so horny, she’d slap him.

But her chest brushed the bed, her ass on full display for Xavier. Her breath hitched when a finger slid across her second hole. She shivered with a gasp when his index finger inched its way inside.

“So tight for me…but you can take it, bunny.” He whispered as if telling her the most sacred secret. When a second finger joined in soon after, Y/n swear she felt herself leak through the lingerie. Xavier was eager. He pulled out his fingers and lifted the plush bunny tail. “Deep breath bunny.”

Y/n’s manicured nails dug into the sheets as the plug slowly nestled itself between her cheeks. She gave a whine of approval when it notched itself in perfectly. Xavier rubbed her ass in a slow, circular motion as he stood back to devour the scene before him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.” He praised, pulling down his sweats just enough for his cock to spring out. He was already so hard, tip leaking with need. Y/n looked over her shoulder with wide, needy eyes.

“Xavier, please. I’ve been such a good bunny…” she pleads, lower lip jutting out in a pout.

“Oh, have you? Does my bunny deserve a treat for wearing such a scandalous outfit?” Xavier stepped forward just enough to rub the tip of his cock between her slit, collecting the juices there.

“Biiiig stretch, Bunny.” And he wasn’t kidding. Who knew such a nonchalant, soft spoken man was packing that much heat between his thighs. But Xavier could be patient contrary to belief. He lifted his sweat and clenched it between his teeth as he watched inch by inch disappear between her folds.

“Xavier…oh god….” Y/n whimpered. Her head bowed back as Xavier easily lifted her knees right at the edge so he could reach as deep as possible inside of her. The sweater dropped from his teeth when he bottomed out.

“Look at that Bunny. You’re so full. I’m all the way here…” he cooed, reaching below her to press when his cock was nestled inside of her warmth. Y/n bit her bottom lip to stifle her moans. “Ah, ah, ah…let me hear you, Starshine.” He punctuated his order by a harsh thrust that had his balls slapping her clit.

Y/n squeaked out a noise behind her bruised lips and Xavier immediately stroked her head. “That’s my good girl.”

His thrust, usually concise and solid, grew sloppy. Y/n could hear and physically feel how soaked she was. “X-Xavier! Feel so good, so deep….mmph!” She bit into the edge of his pillow but it was quickly ripped out from under her. Xavier lifted a strong long to the bed for balance and railed inside of her faster. The angle gave him an advantage and Y/n imagined the image they probably had laid out.

He was fucking her like a rabbit. Quick and sharp thrust, hellbent on one thing only.

Breeding.

Y/n’s little bunny ears were starting to slip and the thrust had her tits spilling from the top. Xavier could feel her walls flutter around him. He hooked fingers under her chin to make her turn her head to look at him.

Y/n’s little bunny ears were starting to slip and the thrust had her tits spilling from the top. Xavier could feel her walls flutter around him. He hooked fingers under her chin to make her turn her head to look at him.

“I’m gonna breed you, gonna b-breed this-Oh gods…-gonna breed this tight hole. My pretty bunny. My Starshine. My light. My-o-oh.” Y/n felt his balls tighten up against her clit. He was close. The way his curved cock was bullying that special spot inside of her, she wasn’t far behind.

His messy fingers gently tugged at the bunny tail. “Cum for me Bunny. Make a mess all over your Master’s cock. Serve me well.” Y/n was done for. With a strained cry, she tightened around his length to the point his hips stuttered. Xavier buried his face between the bunny ears that were barely hanging on.

Xavier was a sloppy man in the bedroom. He pulled out just enough for cum to trail down her thighs before using the head of his cock to scoop it up and push it back in. Y/n blushed at the stickiness between her thighs.

“Xavier, you pervert- w-wait!” Y/n was flipped on her back with ease. Xavier’s strong hands hooked behind her knees and pressed them to her chest in a mating press.

“Did you think we were done, Bunny? Oh no, I’m gonna fill you with all of my kits.”

Y/n swore in the back of her fucked out brain, that Xavier would be the next one to wear the bunny suit.

Mascs and butches and studs who like being called pretty boy.

Reblog if you agree.

“surely this will not cause my chronic illness to flare up,” i say, actively doing something that has never failed to flare my chronic illness