The Transmasc Urge To Look Like Billy Idol

after so long of thinking i would never be loved by someone other than a f*tishist, theres no better feeling than when you say "you know i'm trans right?" and he says "yeah i know, i dont care"

QUEER SEX IS HOLY / FAGGOTS FUCK BETTER

men’s thighs (crowd of hundreds of thousands applauding)

imagine an Agni Kai but instead of firebending both opponents each have only a can of hairspray and a lighter

no offense but if a dude called me babe darling angel or prince i’d marry him on the spot

im a boyliker, a boy kisser, if you may.

need a boy to listen to steve lacy with

Son of Apollo and son of Hermes

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.

What’s crazy is that I’ve been fantasizing for YEARS about someone looking at me with this specific wide-eyed, teary-but-not-quite-crying, awestruck, completely captured expression that I’ve never quite been able to describe or draw

And last night when I watched Dinner In America, I finally saw it