

The thing that really bothered me about Femboy Futa House was that the player was some generic ass faceless dude. Why would I want to play as that when I could be a femboy or a futa? Such a disappointment for such an awesome concept.


The thing that really bothered me about Femboy Futa House was that the player was some generic ass faceless dude. Why would I want to play as that when I could be a femboy or a futa? Such a disappointment for such an awesome concept.
Someone needs me 😳


Bigger puddle 🙃
Our glasses clink together as we kiss. We pause for a moment and laugh together. We forget what we were doing and fuck. Glasses on.
So I can only speak to my own experience and I’m still a baby trans woman, so I’ve only gotten a small part of the experience. It’s hard to explain, but I literally have never felt better about myself in my entire life than I do right now, by such a wide margin it makes me believe I’ve probably never actually felt good about myself before at all, I was just experiencing various degrees and flavors of self loathing. Yet to most people almost nothing is different about me yet. It’s profound and subtle and life changing. There was and is a lot of fear but that’s more about other people than me. I would still transition if I was the last person on earth.
I mean these things weren’t taught through anything as explicit or obvious as physical abuse (except spanking I guess… hmm). No one would know how painful my childhood was if I didn’t tell them, and even if I did a large proportion of people wouldn’t see any problem at all. Mostly it was constant negative feedback for perceived shortcomings or disobedience, and the complete lack of positive reinforcement or affection. Their authoritarianism and the impossibility of their punishments changing my fundamental nature meant punishment eventually extended to denying me anything they could think of. Anyone on the outside would probably say my parents were doing their best with a “difficult” child. That their actions came from a place of “love”. But really it was two neurodivergent people passing their trauma and abuse onto me. It was subtle, slow, and insidious emotional damage, accumulated over years.
I’m so out of the loop I can’t even make a joke
That’s the neat part, they don’t.
I’ve got some
What kind of religious services does the yuri religion do? I’m asking for… research purposes.
Shit I think I just got two athenians and they’re making out
I’ve got a 7". Most people can take that. 8" should be achievable.
Everyday I live in fear that the psychopathic manbaby who runs the company I wage slave for will make an arbitrary decision that robs me of the meager life I’ve built, and that nothing I do will protect me from that because I’ll never fit his toxic vision of a 10x engineer.
This is such a smooth brain take. Imagine being narrow minded and arrogant enough to believe there are no new experiences outside of those you’ve lived. No one in the history of human existence can truthfully claim that.
If thinking isn’t owning then having the exact same ideal body isn’t stealing. Yo ho yo ho an intellectual pirates life for me.
Oh same on the internalized gay is bad. Growing up I got made fun of for anything that I did that could be remotely interpreted as gay. I didn’t really accept myself being bi until my 30s because I felt this intense shame every time I felt anything towards men. I was constantly hiding my real self and so paranoid of anyone noticing something real about me in case they would start to put it together and expose me. I still haven’t really gotten over those feelings completely. A lot of that is neurodivergent masking as well. Shit’s complicated.
Why are we like this? I just want to be loved…