Yearning For Friendships With Fellow Freaky Trans Guys While Having The Social Skills Of A Piece Of Lint

i need someone to hold the joint to my lips, make me take a long drag and tell me to "hold it." only when they say "drop it" do it get to finally exhale, my head all spinny not just from the weed but from the lack of oxygen

i need someone to do it for the whole joint, and then when im too out of it to properly speak or walk, guide me to the bed or to the couch to use me however they want my cunt is dripping so it must be okay. its not like i could tell them not to if i wanted

in another life im a swaggy white boy making out with my bf in the gas station bathrooms

#1 crush. vent doodle

reblog for something t4t to happen to you this summer.

get on your knees

they didnt give me a penis because i would be so good at having boners i would literally win every boner compatition and thats why they were tooooo scared

fighting with a t-guy over dominace (aka who gets to top) but when i make eye contact - oh no, my muscles give out and suddenly he's overpowered me. i lost, and he's got me pinned, straddling my torso, breathing in my face with a wild look from the brief adrenaline this little bit of exercise gave us, both of us panting from the exertion...

got horny while scrolling through tumblr and then just as i got riled up enough to shove my hand down my trousers, i'm cringing into myself and i want to cry. wtf

not arguing with a pretty tboy who wants to stab me, whatever you say angel

i need to have somewhat unethical and mildly unhealthy sexual encounters until i feel normal again