A stressful, soul-crushing day at the dick-flattening factory often sees me saying shit to myself like, "I need a cigarette, a shot of whiskey, and to make somebody beg."

Nothing has convinced me more of my inherent need for dominance and control than my survival being dependent on a job that puts me under a lot of pressure, I decompress by exerting unending control over my own personal environment and being a bully in bed.

Soup king of da road, Soup make all rule.

As a person whose daily life involves a high pressure, high-stakes job wherein I am responsible for a lot (the safety of other people, etc) I don't find myself wanting a reprieve from it by indulging in submission, I am quite the opposite, I wanna come home and call all shots forever.

Helping kiddos is a Sisyphean task if the parents don't bother to do any of the work at home.

You're basically teaching kiddo that if he engages in aggression, he gets what he wants without fail, which results in more aggression, not less.

I completely understand being frightened by high behaviors, especially when they involve aggression as a response to placing demands, but people need to understand if you don't follow through in some way, you're only reinforcing that aggression.

Some parents when you ask them to parent their own child.

I'm pretty happy with my new job overall, but if there's one thing to bitch about, it's always the parents. What do you mean mom expects me to call her when it's time for kiddo to go to school or else he simply does not go, like.

Trust me when I say that being a daddy is your god-given right and you do it better than cis men, that shit was home-grown with intention.

Like people aren't out here calling those trans men bears and daddies when they absolutely are, I feel like the second most people clock you as FtM, they see you as a schlubby woman who's lost her way.

There are entire categories for fat and hairy cis men that trans men are automatically barred from by society and the transphobia in that is fairly obvious, to me.

That people on the internet are so adamant that fat, hairy trans men can't be hot reeks of transphobia to me, I think if you're doing that you're still seeing that man as a woman you're applying feminine beauty standards to him, simply nobody cares if a cis man is fat and hairy.

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Watching a trans woman spin vinyl with a bunch of other trans and gnc queers in a gas station is giving me so much trans joy today.

Oh my god, this set-up is soooo cute and beautiful, I love it so much.

I'm gonna be so real, more people need to be told to shut up and grow up.

9 times out of 10 the person centering themselves in a discussion that has nothing to do with them and acting too precious for reproach is white and privileged and cannot fathom that not everything is about them, for them, or centered on them in some way. It's insufferable.

I cannot emphasize enough that I have no tolerance for people who consider themselves too precious and delicate and infantilize themselves as a consequence, and these types are overwhelmingly white & I cannot help but link this to white fragility and white privilege.

Ugh, lox bagel, my beloved, that looks soooo good

Tell me how I tell a man I'm available to hookup and he plays in my face for an hour sending me snaps of his butt when he could have been en route to an easy pound town sesh, only CIS men could find a way to screw an arrangement like that up.

I'm hot and was fully available for a liaison, tell me HOW four individual grown men managed to fumble that, you had ONE JOB, smh, that "male loneliness epidemic" sounds like a whole lot of your fault lmao

POV, you have too many drinks out on the town with friends and get in a specific mood for hooking up, you make a huge mistake by logging onto Grindr and are once again reminded that CIS men ain't shit and will find a way to screw up something so simple as getting laid.

It really has enhanced him as a character and how I write him tenfold, there's even some gender in it that I'm untangling and figuring out, it's peam.

I have never been so satisfied with D'Artagnan as a character as I am now, having set myself and him free by removing his cock & balls.

Wanting to go on dates simply so I can invite them back to my house so they can admire my interior decorating.

And I really don't care if I sound uncompromising or judgmental regarding this, if you feel like a victim because you saw a raw titty, we just can't and won't hang, you're too soft and sheltered for me.

If you fucking break apart and disintegrate over the slightest mention of NSFW, my space is not safe for you, get thee to a nunnery.

I really have no patience for super delicate people, I really can't fuck with them, if you can't show me your teeth or get rowdy, I have no time to entertain you. This doubles for prudes, I really don't care if you're ace, that doesn't make you a cop or a monk.

They put me on a really tough case, but I have a lot of experience and expertise, so both my recruiter and I are confident I can handle it.