Wow, I may have discovered my sexuality - I’m walk-in-closet-sexual. That closet can ask me out to dinner any time. This can be a Chuck Tingle scenario.
That knit poncho with fringe is so chic!
Oh fuck but like seriously, imagine Chris Pine is a dapper as fuck masc. Tall, tailored three piece women’s suit, no shirt under it, just a hint of *ripped* pectoral muscle connecting to her collar bone over modestly sized breasts, and a gaze that could flay you to the bone. SWOOOOON.
Anne Hathaway’s shoulder blades are such beautiful gender envy.
Okay well I’m going for it.
She said bye to her extremely “generic white girl” college friends, and I’m not gonna lie: while I prefer to be an amazing late in life trans woman who is more than a vapid basic bitch, I mourn the absence of the world in which trans people are so safe and accepted that I transitioned at 12 and grew up to be a totally un-self-reflective woman who had none of my strength, had learned no lessons about the world, just got married to another white-picket-fence lesbian and baked cupcakes for the PTA while drinking wine from an insulated tumbler with a beach pun on it.
That world would be such a wonderful place. It wouldn’t put us through a genocidal gauntlet just to be recognized as who we really are.
Vivian, Venus Pirate 🏳️⚧️
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