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I have also never heard of them being on construction crews or pit crews (my 1st jobs) --if they want to be among men and treated as a man, this type of job would be perfect for them.
I've met real women working construction that fit in with men better than a pooner could ever dream. Most are a real battle axe of a woman, but some are relatively pretty and genuinely traditionally attractive in a feminine way as well which makes this even funnier.
 
Blindfolded and strapped to a spanking bench.
The sound of hoof boots approaching.
Exhilarated snorts behind a leather horse mask.
Silicone horse cock swinging betwixt his legs.
Hoof gloves pressed against your shuddering shoulders.
Ridged flare popping into a quivering hole.
Snorting, huffing, thrusting - finished, you are bred.


This was Breeding (Erotic Poetry) by Drummer_Pony, a 25 year old woman full-time method acting a man part-time pretending to be a breeding stallion. She has had her current profile on fetlife since August of 2018, or her entire adult life. Here is how she describes herself:

The quick version: I'm a transgender, autistic, queer, aromantic, biracial, non-monogamous switch, top, furry, little, leatherman, sadomasochist, and ponyboy. I'm a writer, artist, gardener, dancer, academic, agnostic, socialist, environmentalist, and househusband.

Active community kinkster endlessly indulging in the extravagant and bizarre: Agalmatophilia, masks, hoods, silicone, prosthetics, inflatables, latex, fursuits, bitchsuits, mannequins, dolls, pooltoys, plushies, clowns, jesters. But most of the time, just a stallion here to give a cart ride or a good dicking.

If you are intrigued, read on! But as a fair warning: I am quite verbose.


She is indeed quite verbose as you will see when we get to her writings. But first let me get through posting her profile and some pictures.

"Giving a damn and doing what is right are rewards in themselves."​


-Eliot Coleman




The quick version: I'm a transgender, autistic, queer, aromantic, biracial, non-monogamous switch, top, furry, little, leatherman, sadomasochist, and ponyboy. I'm a writer, artist, gardener, dancer, academic, agnostic, socialist, environmentalist, and househusband.


Active community kinkster endlessly indulging in the extravagant and bizarre: Agalmatophilia, masks, hoods, silicone, prosthetics, inflatables, latex, fursuits, bitchsuits, mannequins, dolls, pooltoys, plushies, clowns, jesters. But most of the time, just a stallion here to give a cart ride or a good dicking.


If you are intrigued, read on! But as a fair warning: I am quite verbose.




  • I am vaxxed and boosted and still masking up.
  • I am currently not looking for any new partners, but I am willing to play with others at events.
  • I only friend people who I have met face-to-face, either in person or online, with a few exceptions.
  • I have VERY LITTLE patience for cishet nonsense! If I think you're a chaser, you will be blocked immediately.
  • I use he/him pronouns only.

Best Writings of Mine
More Info About My Kinks and Interests
Catalog of my Gear


What I've Learned From Six Years in the Community
What I've Learned From Five Years In The Community
What I've Learned From Four Years In The Community
What I've Learned From Three Years In The Community
What I've Learned From Two Years In The Community
What I've Learned From A Year In The Community


Stall Card:
Name: Drummer
Breed: Friesian
Sex: Stallion
Age: Young Adult
Color: Black
Temperament: Friendly and obedient but will bite or wander away if ignored. Attention whore.
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How To Interact With Drummer in Ponyspace




About Me​


Hello, I am Drummer. You might also know me as SovereignCervine, or Kelston. Most people just call me "pony."


I've had a number of people describe me as wise, mature, and grounded. Many of my friends call me a druid. My mother says I'm an old man trapped in a young man's body. I would also describe myself as rather goofy, dramatic, creative, occasionally quite grumpy, mildly reclusive, and maybe a little bit vain.
I have a very strong sense of who I am and what I enjoy in life. I allow myself to become excited about the world and to love everything without reservation. I am a man of conviction and passion for what I think is right and I aspire to be a force of good.


I am a transgender man. I am not a "tomboy," "butch lesbian," or "dyke," nor am I a "twink," "femboy," "cuntboy" or "boi." My beard is probably longer than yours. I have been on testosterone since 2016 and had top surgery in 2017, and I am considering getting a metoidioplasty in the near future. I use he/him pronouns only, I do not like being called they/them. I refer to my genitals using masculine terminology, such as "cock/dick." I have a very binary sense of my own gender, and a very traditionally masculine gender expression, but I do like to play with femininity a bit within kink.


I identify as queer and with all the socially deviant, historical and political connotations that come with it. In gay taxonomical terms, I'm a bit of an otter. But as for my sexual orientation, I am best described by the pansexual label, although I do lean more towards masculinity and other trans individuals. I am mostly T4T.


I am also autistic. You can read about this at length here. I'm not "brutally honest" but I am very matter-of-fact. Some of my special interests include plants, insects, seed dispersal mechanisms, literary analysis, Frankenstein, and Rimworld.


Kink​


Who is Drummer? Well, Drummer is a horse. He's a friesian, a breeding stallion, a show pony, a physical therapy animal, and a light work horse. He's docile, curious, and a massive attention whore.


The name "Drummer" came from another pony, who I had told that I used to be a percussionist in marching band during one of my first munches. On my very first dungeon night, he noticed how much fun I was having stomping around, playing with my hooves and clacking them together. He suggested the name "Drummer," and it stuck.


My first and foremost kink is ponyplay. I am a breeding pony, and while I may be submissive to my handler, I am largely dominant towards other pets. But outside of sex, ponyplay is a way to be silly and fun and explore a relaxing headspace. I enjoy being a beautiful, sexy, masculine creature to be pampered and admired, and I enjoy the service that comes with being a work horse. If you see me while geared up, I am more than happy to accept pets, brushes, or give people cart rides.


I have been a member of the Rocky Mountain Pony Herd for almost six years.
I host the RMPH Greeley munch, which is on a three-month rotation of regular munches, crafting days, and backyard pony events. The RMPH is my family, and it is thanks to my mentor, Tromper, that I had such a safe and wonderful introduction and upbringing into kink and that I found such a supportive community so quickly. I consider myself very fortunate to have the opportunities and support that I do.


Kink is an important part of my identity and life. It's an environment where I can feel I all the facets of myself can shine at once, where I can be my most "authentic." It is a way for me to reconcile with and dissect my own relationship with sensation, taboo, history, culture and identity. It's the community I always yearned for, but never had. Its also a creative outlet and a way to explore intimacy and connection in an increasingly alienated world.


Although ponyplay is my frontal kink identity, I have a very broad range of kinks, many of which fall into the object fetishism category. I also identify strongly with being a little boy, sadomasochist, and switch.


I am HIGHLY community oriented. I do not play with or engage with people who are not at least interested in being part of a kink community, attending workshops, munches, events, or classes. None of that "just in the bedroom" or "discreet" nonsense. I also am not very interested in engaging with swingers or swinging spaces. I am a very strict ethical non-monogamist, and the breed of nonmonogamy I practice is relationship anarchy.


Non-Kink​


As for my non-kink life, although the two are undoubtedly intertwined, I'm a writer, artist, and gardener.
I write nonfiction essays, creative nonfiction, poetry, and my favorite fiction genres to write are horror and fantasy. Most of the art I do is digital, multimedia, pen and ink, painting, or costume/gear making.
I also play a lot of video games. My favorite game for the past few years has been a sci-fi colony sim called Rimworld.


I recently graduated with degree in Environment and Sustainability with a minor in Diversities and Humanities. I managed a food forest on my campus and am very familiar with the principles and practices of permaculture, which I am also currently enrolled in a class on. I also have an Associate's in English, a bit of professional writing experience, and I really, REALLY enjoy critical analysis of both film and literature.


I am a very political person and I tend to prefer the company of others who share my passion for social justice and activism. I view the world through a strongly sociological, and often very external, lens. I do not strictly align with any specific leftist ideology but I generally call myself a socialist. Some of my top priorities are labor rights, habitat restoration, regenerative agriculture, environmental justice, and food security. I also care a lot about queer liberation, reproductive rights, and prison reform.


I am not a huge drug user but I am 420-friendly and I drink occasionally. The substances I am most interested in are psychedelics.


Finally, I'm a furry artist. You can see my art over on Furaffinity and also on my Telegram Channel, which also happens to be the best way to reach me.
tl;dr: Autist, got into leftist, political activism and is very active in the kink community, has been on testosterone since 2016 and got the teet-yeet in 2017!

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Her pictures come in four categories: Political sperging, weird pony roleplay, hairy women roiding like Arnold and lifting like Hawking and showing off her dick 'prosthetics'.
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That last picture is Drummer_Pony herself, demonstrating that pooners hate their own femininity. Drummer_Pony in particular gets off on abusing her female genitals and is very much into masc-affirming types of chastity equipment for women.
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Here are some examples of her sperging about politics.
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Other hot-takes of hers include 'Fuck TERFs' and 'avoiding rape danger harms brown people' and others.
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I'd like to round out the picture segment with two absolute gems. As she is very active in the kink community, our pooner held power point presentations on
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In the seven years Drummer_Pony has been active on fetlife, she has published almost 400 mostly verbose texts, mostly about her own insecurities. As it is impossible for me to archiv all of it I will focus on her issues with bottom dysphoria and maybe some choice texts that trigger the 'tism. But picking the texts was the hardest part.

Getting Bored of This (Dysphoria)​

It's been a while since I've spoken about my misadventures in bottom dysphoria, which I suppose is a good thing.
It hasn't been bothering me as much as of late. But tonight, for some reason, I'm stuck on it.


I've been on estrogen cream for several months now, but I haven't tried having vaginal sex yet. It still feels like a chore. I don't want to do it because I actually want it, I want to do it to figure out if I actually want it. So, whenever I have felt horny, I have been flung into kind of a frenzy, avoiding masturbating to not ruin my already fickle sensitivity, trying to plan sex where I'm bottoming and it doesn't happen because I'm just too tired.

I'm a bit jaded, maybe. I can masturbate to the idea of being eaten out, but then I think "you know this doesn't feel as good in reality." So why jack off to it? Why ask for it during sex?

My fantasies haven't changed all that much in the past year, but for a long time I felt like I didn't want to give up my vagina because the fantasies connected to it were the only things that made me cum. But I'm started to get bored of those fantasies - I didn't think I would.

I'm also still not very happy that I struggle to imagine having affirming sex with my current genitals. Yes, intellectually, I know I can be a man with a pussy. But I have such a hard time divorcing my genitals from femininity, and I am incapable of relating to that positively. Every fantasy I cum to involves some sort of pain, torture, or violation of my genitals, a fetishization of the body parts I don't like, some sort of idea of vulnerability and inferiority.

But I am starting to get bored of it. I wanted to try the feminization fantasies out in person, but again - it felt less like something I actually wanted to do, and more of a way to figure out if there was a context where I could enjoy my vagina at all. The fantasies themselves don't feel as taboo or exciting any more, but I'm still not happy they're what get me off.


I think about having a penis a lot. I hoped that getting the prosthetic would help in bringing me some clarity, but I haven't bought the adhesive for it yet (that's a separate issue though, related a lot more to my aversion towards spending money).

When I'm laying in bed or alone in the house, as a stim I'll often make a stroking-a-penis motion on my crotch, but there's nothing there. It feels like there should be something there. It feels like there's supposed to be sensation, but I can't know what I don't know.

To some degree, it feels like getting a full meta and a phalloplasty at some point would be a relief. I would have made a decision, it wouldn't matter if i regretted it or not, at least I wouldn't be constantly going back and forth and marinating in uncertainty.

I'm getting bored of this internal debate too. I've been uncertain for so long. I'm sick of it. I wish I knew more men with phalloplasties or full metas, I wish the phalloplasty subreddit was more active and helpful, I wish one of those guys could read this and say "yep, this is exactly how I felt about sex and my body, I had the same issues as you did, and I think it sounds like you actually want phallo."

That's all I want.

Nothing Works Quite Like It Should​

CW: Dysphoria, sexual dysfunction, and more dysphoria. Some weird reality/body disconnect stuff too.


I can only wink my left eye.

When I try to close my right eye on it's own, it's like I don't have any muscles there.

I can't do the "live long and prosper" gesture on either of my hands. My pinky and ring fingers just can't move that way on their own.

My index and middle toes fold on each other on both of my feet, making most sandals unbearable. Often times, I just hate having toes.

One of the earliest nightmares I remember was about the apocalypse. Everything was stylized as paper cutouts, including myself. The sky was purple and everything else was a vibrant and dense green, green bordered by white as the cutouts slowly began to tear apart. By the end of the dream, I was simply half a person, a single leg and a single arm on a rotting torso hobbling around.

Sometimes I see myself this way - a collection of spare parts haphazardly cobbled together, containing a hyperimaginative mind that is remarkably sure of its selfhood for feeling so disconnected from its body.

There is a person here. I can tell you that for sure. I can tell you which thoughts are his and which aren't, even when the intrusive thoughts are relentless and unyielding. He was buried for a long time, and now most of him has been unearthed. But something still isn't quite right.

He's constantly clawing his skin and rubbing his head to make sure everything is still there, constantly worrying that something is wrong, that something inside him is falling apart.

But tactile sensations ebb and flow. Most of the time, his skin and muscles feel generally fine. He can move. He can dance. He can draw. But he looks down, and something is clearly wrong. Something is supposed to be there, and not knowing bothers him more than anything else.


I wake up in the morning with the need to masturbate, yet there's no feeling of heat or arousal in my dick. It's all my hole, yet that hole is begging for something it always rejects. When I try to finger myself, my stomach involuntarily clenches to push the foreign body out.
When I do manage to use a dildo on myself, there's no satisfaction. Sometimes there's pain. Sometimes there's nothing. Sometimes it feels fine, even nice, but never as addicting or fulfilling as it seems to be for others.

There is something about the wetness I enjoy, but it turns into shame and anxiety so quickly. It's such a fun idea to be a "bonus hole boy," a "cuntboy," a "breedable FTM," but it stops being fun the second I feel any wetness touch my briefs. The second I have to, well, sit with it.

I reach inside myself to feel my cervix. I can feel it with my finger, but it can't feel my finger. When I remove my hand, the idea of my cervix lingers, and it bothers me. It's like some sort of ghost. I don't think it's supposed to be there.

I can't perceive my ovaries or uterus - and I have never been able to. I couldn't even tell you exactly where they are. They're also probably not supposed to be there.


In my frustration, I turn to pain and degradation. I grab a small wooden paddle, and I get bored. I can ignore the sensation of a clothespin on my dick so easily. I try to pump and tie my dick. The pumping lessens sensitivity, it doesn't increase it. I can't seem to tie him up in any capacity.

I can't even enjoy hurting myself.

Resigned, I turn to the same brand of feminizing degradation I've been wrestling with for nearly three years now. It's fine. It doesn't cause me as much anxiety as it used to. It gets me off. But I struggle to imagine having vaginal sex in any masculine-affirming way.

My efforts to play with myself while affirming my masculinity involve no sexual pleasure at all. Yes, it's fun to take pictures of myself wearing my horsecock, and it does make me feel better but there's always a lingering envy. I turn to videos of other men penetrating fleshlights and balloons and sex dolls and I become enamored with the idea of a sheath I can fit over my dick, to at least feel something. To at least be inside someone else.


Nothing works quite the way it should. All things considered, it isn't that bad, and I know it isn't. I have a lot of zest and zeal for life. I have so many hobbies. I have wonderful friends. But there's a part of me that's incomplete. If I could just be naked. If I could just be unbothered, raw, sexual. If sex could relax me instead of stress me. If I could be selfish and greedy in my pleasure.

I want it so, so, so badly.

I've Made a Decision​

I really thought it would be a "eureka" moment. I really, really thought it was going to be a grand moment of perfect clarity. But instead, it was going from feeling 50/50, to feeling 40/60, to feeling 30/70, to going back to feeling 50/50, to feeling 40/60 again, and so on and so forth.

Maybe Trump getting elected has played a factor. While I'm not panicking about being forcibly detransitioned, I am aware that because I haven't had bottom surgery, some medical records have the wrong gender marker. I am aware there have been increased efforts by law enforcement to access those records. And I am aware that there is a slim possibility that I'll lose access to testosterone.

So, I've made a decision - I am going to get a full metoidoplasty, with a vaginectomy, hysterectomy, salpingectomy, and unilateral oophorectomy, probably followed by a phalloplasty. I want a penis.


I have agonized over what I wanted to do with my genitals for the past two and a half years. I did not realize the severity of my bottom dysphoria until I learned how to orgasm two years ago, and that distress was compounded by the fact that I could really only orgasm to my genitals being degraded and hated - and this all started to happen when violence against trans people was beginning to increase, and I used these dysphoric fantasies as a coping mechanism. I have gone through a scar reduction resulting in a hematoma that worsened my body image, wondering if I wasn't trans because of my interests in feminization, wondering if I was asexual, wondering if I was stone, friends-onlying all my genital pictures, wrestling with kinks I didn't want to have but loved too much to give up, fearing the possibility that I would lose them if I didn't have the genitals I have now, starting sertraline and worsening my sexual dysfunction, trying Cialis, trying Wellbutrin, getting very sick from the Wellbutrin, trying estrogen cream, and finally sort of enjoying my vagina with one single vibrator, and finally thinking - well, I think I could live without this.

For years I have felt disconnected from other transmascs who could enjoy their genitals, I have been disconnected from transmasc porn, but I get SO excited when I see phalloplasty porn and art. Even though I can't cum to it, it makes me so goddamn happy to imagine penetrating someone else and being able to feel it. When I think about wearing a horsecock sheath for ponyplay, when I think about maybe being able to ejaculate inside someone else (I know this usually only works with guys who were able to squirt before, but I can dream), when I think about how much easier sex will be when I can just stick my dick in someone instead of having to stretch and prepare my hole, when I think about having balls that slap against someone's clit or taint, when I think about being able to look down and see something instead of nothing...man.

It feels like right thing to do.
Alternative title: Donald J Trump destroyed my pussy.

A Trans Man's Thoughts on Bears​

So, the question on everyone's minds the past week or so - why would a woman rather be alone in the woods with a bear than alone in a room with a man?

I've been painfully busy, so I've only caught snippets of the discourse here on Fet. Generally speaking, I don't have a lot to add to the posts I've seen. I read, I like, I block a couple misogynists, I move on. It's how I engage with most feminist content here, especially ones that are dedicated to explaining why women are afraid of men - the stats are already there, what would I add? Male privilege is something I tend to talk about more, since I've had the unique opportunity to watch people treat me differently over the course of eight or so years of medical transition.

Now, in those past eight years, I have also watched women go from seeing me as innocuous and unthreatening, to seeing me as a potential creep, and this is worsened by being autistic and just a little bit weird. It's not a great feeling.
I've dealt with women - who think I'm cis - assuming I have nefarious purposes when I have tried to express interest in things like anti-sexual assault marches, or that I am just going to take up space. Yeah, it hurts a little bit, and I don't LIKE having to out myself as trans just so women find me less threatening.

But, honestly, it doesn't bother me THAT much. I get it. I really, actually, truly get it.


So, I was thinking about the bear deal, and I asked myself - Would I rather be alone in a forest with a bear than alone in a room with a man? My immediate reaction was similar to a lot of men - bears are dangerous, why would I want to be in a room with a bear as opposed to another man? But it took me a whole extra second of thought to know that danger of bears isn't the point.

I asked myself how I would answer this pre-transition, and I didn't have a clear answer. I remember what sexism and misogyny felt like, although some memories of it are wrapped up in dysphoria as well. But I have to be honest with you all - I was INCREDIBLY fucking lucky. I have never been molested, I have never been sexually assaulted. I was once manipulated into sharing sexual content and doing sexual video calls pre-transition. I have been sexualized, yes, I was treated differently than the other boys, and I deal with that in my adult life too - but it is always related to the "feminine" genitalia I was born with.

However, I will note that I was debilitatingly paranoid as a child. About many things, really - tornadoes, venomous spiders, wild animals of course, but also strange men. How could I not be? I knew, very well what it meant to be perceived as female, and unfortunately, despite all the privileges and safety I have gained, this paranoia has not gone away. I have many intrusive thoughts about experiencing sexual assault, especially of a transphobic variety. I avoid walking at night. I avoid talking with random men when I'm out and about - I avoid talking to random women too, I don't want them to feel threatened or pressured. Am I really going to be seen as "just being friendly?"

When I think about the man versus the bear, I am aware that my gender expression offers me quite a bit of safety when engaging with other men. The statistics tell me that if I were to be alone in a room with another man, I'd probably be fine, despite the inevitable creeping anxiety. But again, the key part of this whole debate is not whether or not bears are more dangerous than men, that's entirely besides the point. It's the aftermath - we are working under the assumption that you survive the bear attack, that you survive the assault.

If I am sexually assaulted by another man, what would I do? What would the consequences be if I outed myself as trans?
What would I expose myself to? Misgendering? "Trans panic" defense? Proclamations of my degeneracy and promiscuity? The narrative suggesting that I'm the real predator?
What would be the consequences be if I wasn't outed? That I was just a weak man who didn't try hard enough? Would I not be believed because I didn't disclose the intimate details of how I was violated?

Okay, yeah, I'll take the bear.

Is Genital Preference Transphobic?​

I don't want to write about this. This topic is so fucking obnoxious. But I'm going to anyway, and unlike most my writings, I'm going to be as concise as possible so people can get this through their fucking heads.


Is having a preference for a certain set of genitalia and rejecting someone on the basis that they have that kind of genitalia transphobic?

No.​

Is considering someone a man or woman based on what genitalia they have transphobic?

Yes.​

Is refusing to have sex with someone on the basis that they USED to have a certain set of genitals transphobic?

Not necessarily. But it's​


I am seeing so many cis people have this knee-jerk reaction of "oh, just because I don't want to have sex with someone that makes me a transphobe??" And we do not need that shit, you need to slow the fuck down and quit jumping to assumptions. There is absolutely no circumstance in which you are transphobic simply for refusing to have sex with someone. However, if you say it's just a genital preference, and you reject someone with a neovagina or a neopenis, you do not just have a "genital preference." You can't say "Oh, I won't have sex with a trans woman because I don't like penises," because not all trans women have penises. It will save everyone a lot of time if you simply say "I'm just not attracted to trans people."

It's fine. Just say it.
If you don't want to have sex with trans people, just say it. Trans people are just going to avoid you - and isn't that what you want?

There is another greater issue at play though, and this entire stupid discussion hinges on the fact that cis people are obsessed with trans people's genitals. You make so many assumptions about how trans people's genitals look like and how they work. You make so many assumptions about whether or not trans people even want to use their genitals. And your idea of sex is so narrow, you automatically assume that it's just penises and vaginas that are going to be involved.

And so many of you are SO afraid that you might accidentally have sex with a trans person, because the truth is that most of you won't be able to tell the fucking difference. A mouth is a mouth. An ass is an ass. No, you're not going to be able to tell the difference between a post-phallo trans guy's ass and a cis guy's ass. Most of you won't even be able to tell the difference between a neovagina and a cis woman's vagina. Maybe if you look real closely, you'll be able to tell, but the fact is that sometimes cis people have genitals that look a little weird too. If you knew what genitals looked like outside of porn, you'd know this.

I realize some of you find this scary, and I think some of you are little bitches. It just doesn't matter. Other people don't care about who you fuck as much as you think you do, and if they do, they're assholes. It's a lot scarier to worry if you're gonna get killed because the guy you just slept with realized you're trans. You're worried you're gay for sticking your dick in a trans girl's pussy - get the absolute and utter fuck over yourself, and go find a real problem to cry about.


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Angry cis people, if you think I wrote this because I care about your opinion, you're sorely mistaken.

Yes, some trans people ARE going to be upset if you say that you'll never have sex with a trans person. This shouldn't be shocking. If you say "I would never have sex with an Asian person," I'd also probably avoid you and think you're a bit of a dick, regardless if its just your "preference." You're allowed to be an annoying ass, you just can't be surprised when you're treated like one.

Burn It​

As evidenced by previous writings of mine, my political stances are very aggressive. I have only abstained from writing about this recently because I felt there were people who were writing about it slightly more eloquently than I could. But there's a lot of rage that needs to be let out. I have also realized that I have harbored somewhat of a privileged stance: I have been hesitant to scream ACAB for a long time despite believing it wholeheartedly. But I can, and will, boldly say it now, I only wish I had been saying it for longer.

I do not give a flying fuck if Target is destroyed. Target is not a person. Property destruction does not bother me in the slightest. Property are not people, and people are not property. Corporations are not people, and I'd go as far to say that the ruling class as a whole have revoked their right to be treated with the same dignity that the working class deserves - they are the people who perpetuate the systems of inequality that create class and racial divides in the first place.

People have been protesting peacefully for YEARS. Years, and years, and years, and years. Those protests have been met with violence, hatred, even for something as simple as taking a knee. It gets to a point where enough is enough. Violence and anger is a very human reaction to this injustice.

I've mentioned this a couple times, but I cannot stress this enough: Riots like Stonewall and the Compton Cafeteria riots were started because of police harassment of marginalized communities. Property was destroyed, bricks were thrown, and we look back at those riots as extremely important historical events, because they were. They were essential.

Also, if your response to "Black Lives Matter" is "All Lives Matter! I don't see race! Why can't we all get along?" You're part of the problem, shut your mouth and LISTEN to what POC are saying.

How do you move through life like this?​

So, I made a post yesterday which was me asking if cishet vanilla folks actually have a concept of "top" and "bottom," and the majority of the replies were pretty funny. But you had the more sociological and cultural answers that amounted to "they really don't have that concept because of such and such innate assumptions about masculinity or perceptions about the mechanics of sex."

So, that got me thinking about something (well, it's something I've thought about before, but now I have more of an excuse to articulate it.)
So, vanilla cishets don't need to think of "tops" and "bottoms" because it doesn't "apply to them," or they really have never had the need to even think of it.

How does this translate to other areas of life?
In queer culture, sure, we have had to think about the dynamics of "tops" and "bottoms," as well as the ways we fit into the culture and the world at large.

An inherent factor of having a deviant identity and participating in a culture of acceptance is being forced to think about your place in the world.

It​

A few years ago, in human sexuality class, I saw someone doing a project on the relationship between being trans and being autistic, and I remember feeling a tad offended because of the implication that being autistic would invalidate my gender identity, or that it could be waved off as a disorder. Fast forward a bit, and I read an article by someone here on fet that talked about how autistic people are simply more likely to realize they are queer or trans, because we have been forced to think of our place in the world, forced to think about our identity, forced to think about how we think.

It amazes me to think that a cishet, vanilla, neurotypical, white affluent man could make his way through life without having to ever think about these things. Furthermore, it amazes me that he could walk through life, completely unaware of the troubles of marginalized identities. But how does he conceptualize his identity? Is it tied solely to his work? His family? His wealth? The media he consumes? Does he have hobbies? What is his community? Or does his identity rest on those privileged identities? But does he truly think about them, and analyze them, in the same way minorities are forced to do?
Now, I obviously assume all people are more complicated than the guy I described above. But I still wonder how people think about their place in the world if they are not required to do so.

So, as an individual with Asperger's, I have been forced to think about many things, forced to learn about myself and the way my brain works in a way I assume most allistics don't. Why do some people learn activities faster than I do? Why do I speak the way I do? Why does this stimuli affect me so adversely but nobody else in the room? What does that facial expression mean? What is this unspoken social rule, and why hasn't it been spoken to me?
And as a trans person, you had questions like "am I betraying women by transitioning?" "What am I giving up by doing this?" "Will people think I am trying to gain privilege by doing this?" There was also a lot of insecurity tied to how I was perceived, the disconnect between my body and my mind. There was a visceral pain attached to being looked at or seeing myself in the mirror. I'm sure a cis person with body esteem issues could understand this to a degree, but how could a cis person without them ever understand? How do they think and feel when they see their body? How could a cis person understand the weight of identity attached to a name, and the physical pain accompanied by being misgendered?

And of course, for all us kinksters, I've heard many stories about cognitive dissonance with religion. There are also questions like, how will people perceive me? What does this mean psychologically? Are there moral implications of what I do?

It really just fascinates me that all of these are questions someone potentially would never have to think about. How do you see yourself in the world if you've never had to think about it? If you've never had to think about your identity? How do you think of yourself if you have always been bolstered by privilege?
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Her furaffinity account, telegram and facebook.
 
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Active community kinkster endlessly indulging in the extravagant and bizarre: Agalmatophilia, masks, hoods, silicone, prosthetics, inflatables, latex, fursuits, bitchsuits, mannequins, dolls, pooltoys, plushies, clowns, jesters. But most of the time, just a stallion here to give a cart ride or a good dicking.

If you are intrigued, read on! But as a fair warning: I am quite verbose.
How do these people manage to make bizarre sexual practices so boring? I swear, their real kink is telling other people off. Say what you like about vanilla sex, but at least you don’t need to pontificate for twenty pages about ethics and rules. I can’t imagine anything less sexy than a humourless pooner lecturing me on whether I am sufficiently participating in the community.
 
She is indeed quite verbose as you will see when we get to her writings. But first let me get through posting her profile and some pictures.
Dear fucking god. No wonder she has to state multiple times that she's a real masculine dude because I haven't read more girlier drivel long time and one of my hobbies is fanfiction. What man describes his first time with kinky sex as a safe and wonderful introduction? Unless he's trying bag a naive and low esteem chick of course.

This such a bad case of not like other girls because even with all the gender and kink wrappings she is still a fairly average if socially awkward woman. She likes plants, animals and attention. She wants sexual attention but only from men she considers attractive and good enough.

I'm sure when she was younger she struggled with peer relationships and self hatred, and rather than getting real help (learning social skills, how to dress well, accepting you won't be the prom queen and that's fine) she went with fucking with hormones and getting easy attention from creepy men. Sad but I'm not sure if it's a big of loss because she does come across as a bossy bitch.
 
How do these people manage to make bizarre sexual practices so boring? I swear, their real kink is telling other people off. Say what you like about vanilla sex, but at least you don’t need to pontificate for twenty pages about ethics and rules. I can’t imagine anything less sexy than a humourless pooner lecturing me on whether I am sufficiently participating in the community.
Autism. It's the autism. These people catalogue their entire personality in tiny boxes and as they are weirdos with issues they then have to invent boxes to describe when and how they do not fit into tidy little boxes. Somebody on here pointed out how these people treat their bodies like meat-lego. This is the equivalent of that for their personalities.

Dear fucking god. No wonder she has to state multiple times that she's a real masculine dude because I haven't read more girlier drivel long time and one of my hobbies is fanfiction. What man describes his first time with kinky sex as a safe and wonderful introduction? Unless he's trying bag a naive and low esteem chick of course.
I could post every single text of hers. They're all overflowing with her insecurities and attempts of hers to convince herself that biology is not real.

Like this one where she rambles about biology. I quote:"Trans men can have prostates - what else do you need to see someone as "biologically male?"

Cis people: Did you know that biology changes?​

People love to throw around the terms "biologically male" and "biologically female," often nefariously. "Fine," some people will say, "you say sex and gender are different? Well you're 'male' but you're still BIOLOGICALLY female!"

You were born with 300 bones. You probably have 206 bones now. You do not "biologically" have 300 bones.
I don't think all of you understand that "biologically" does not mean "what you're born with." Bodies change.

Hormones have had a much broader impact on my body besides merely giving me a beard, doubling the size of my dick, lowering my voice, changing the fat distribution on my body, and causing me to produce more blood cells (although that does sound like a whole lot of biological change to me). There is also research that has found that trans men grow prostate cells:

Anderson et al. (2020) examined tissue samples taken from eight trans men on testosterone who underwent vaginectomy (removal of the vaginal canal) as part of gender-affirming surgery, along with four intersex people with vaginas who had an excess of endogenously-produced androgens. In seven of the eight trans men, who had been receiving testosterone for an average of 43 months, very small “prostatic glands” were found distributed throughout the surface of the vaginal tissue, and some were characterized as “well-developed”
These prostatic cells were found to express androgen receptors 100% of the time. Less frequently – in 69% of cases – the tissue was positive for prostate-specific antigen (PSA). The authors conclude that “characteristics of this lesion are most consistent with a form of androgen-mediated shift from squamous to prostatic differentiation”, and these prostatic glands were found in the intersex patients as well. They note that this reflects “the shared embryologic origin of the vagina and prostate from the urogenital sinus”, and “provides evidence that cervicovaginal epithelium can remain plastic into adulthood”.
This prostatic tissue, termed “androgen-associated prostatic metaplasia”, does not appear to present any risk to health. It is noted to have a “bland histologic appearance” and no patients experienced the growth of cancers or masses in the area at a followup time of up to 156 months, leading the authors to describe it as benign. What this phenomenon does demonstrate is that the sex characteristics of the human body are far from a matter of fixed and rigid binary distinctions – it is a system as fluid and complex as innumerable miniature prostate glands developing within the vaginal canal
I want to highlight this section:

They note that this reflects “the shared embryologic origin of the vagina and prostate from the urogenital sinus”, and “provides evidence that cervicovaginal epithelium can remain plastic into adulthood”.
Even if someone can readily accept that gender is a social construct, we don't often see people accepting that plasticity is present within biology as well. It's not rigid, NOTHING is rigid. If you know that intersex people exist, and that there are far more variations of chromosomes than XX and XY, you already know this.
Trans men can have prostates - what else do you need to see someone as "biologically male?"



Additionally, if you, a cis person, are also taking hormones (which many of you are, for any number of reasons) you are also changing your biology! Insulin, melatonin, birth control, menopause treatment - it is ALL impacting your body. And that's fine!


Addendum:​

This was also just shared with me from the Intersex Society of North America:

SRY, discovered in 1989, is a small gene located at the tip of the short arm of the Y chromosome. So what does it do? Actually, like all genes, it does nothing except to act as a blueprint for a protein. In this case, the protein of the same name does funky things to DNA, like bending it and unwinding the 2 strands, so that other proteins can get in and attach themselves to other genes that are then turned on. So how did this gene get its reputation (and its name) as the “sex determining” gene?
As is pretty common in the world of genetics, this was because of some errant mice. Researchers in England took a laboratory-made copy of this gene and inserted it artificially into a female (XX) mouse embryo at a very early stage of development. The mouse was “converted” from female to male, so the gene must have been responsible – right? Well, maybe not. A few years later, a similar gene was found on human chromosome 17. When the important part of this gene was inserted into a female mouse embryo, the same thing happened. Voila! A male.
So now we have 2 genes that can turn a female into a male, and one of them is not located on the Y chromosome! How can that be? It turns out that SRY is probably just a facilitator that allows a more critical gene (or genes) to function, by blocking the action of another opposing factor. Can the magic of genetics do the opposite – turn a male into a female? Indeed it can. A gene on the X chromosome (the chromosome one typically associates with “femaleness”) called DAX1 when present in double copy in a male (XY) mouse, turns it into a female.
So now we have genes on the Y that can turn females with XX chromosomes into males and genes on the X that can turn males with XY chromosomes into females. . . wow! Maleness and femaleness are NOT determined by having an X or a Y, since switching a couple of genes around can turn things upside down.
Shocker: Chromosomes aren't as simple as you think either!
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How do these people manage to make bizarre sexual practices so boring?
Well, they overdose on it. Remember these people made getting aids a trend to the point when it got boring and they moved on to corpophagia (eating shit). Next they'll make amputated frotting a trend. I hope they make suicidal sex a trend much like insects which eat the mates after sex, they'll take themselves out.
 
impact play
That whole thing was both mortifying and really funny. If by funny I mean really stupid. But this phrase stood out for me. Do I want to know what "impact play" is? Like, hitting someone? Or what?
Edit to add: And Stallion? WTF is that? No, it's okay. I don't think I want to know. Okay, tell me, and may god have mercy on my soul.
 
That whole thing was both mortifying and really funny. If by funny I mean really stupid. But this phrase stood out for me. Do I want to know what "impact play" is? Like, hitting someone? Or what?
Edit to add: And Stallion? WTF is that? No, it's okay. I don't think I want to know. Okay, tell me, and may god have mercy on my soul.
It's like you guessed. Impact play is the cutesie term for hitting and bruising your partner during sex. Who doesn't want to be abused during intimacy uwu~
 
Autism. It's the autism. These people catalogue their entire personality in tiny boxes and as they are weirdos with issues they then have to invent boxes to describe when and how they do not fit into tidy little boxes.
Its just an attempt to avoid social friction, they think by frontloading all of this meaningless info they can prevent certain situations or conversations from occurring. It's also an attempt at making others more comfortable, because in their minds having access to this plethora of info would facilitate common connections more easily. Of course to an average person being confronted with a wall of text like that is immediately off putting, and makes the author look rather conceited.

Think of it like encountering a person who has loads of tattoos, beyond a certain point it all just becomes visual noise. All those scribbles and blotches are supposed to mean something, but the sheer volume and indistinct nature of them results in a net negative impression. You can't be expected to decipher the visual storm bombarding your eyes, so you opt not to, and thus all of that ink amounts to nothing in terms of communicating anything meaningful about that person(not that tattoos are ever anything more than retarded scribbles).

Same thing happens with these info dumping autists. Normies see this shit and think "Not reading all that."

 
Like this one where she rambles about biology. I quote:"Trans men can have prostates - what else do you need to see someone as "biologically male?"
I like how she keeps shooting her own arguments down. “The number of bones you have changes!” Yes, without medical intervention. “If you take hormones, that’s like being trans!” Yes, no one’s claiming that’s natural though.
 
I've met real women working construction that fit in with men better than a pooner could ever dream. Most are a real battle axe of a woman, but some are relatively pretty and genuinely traditionally attractive in a feminine way as well which makes this even funnier.
Yeah, I meant the pooners specifically--never saw a pooner in one of these jobs, pink hair etc.
Working construction, you'll see Octavia Spencer-lookalikes plenty of times.
We watched "Snowpiercer" again (Tilda Swinton FTW) and when Octavia Spencer opens up her can of whoop-ass and aids Chris Evans in the mayhem, you totally believe it.
Not a pretty Marvel heroine like Johansen, she will fuck you up.

Middle class pooners would have been thrown from the train even before any of the action happened. :lol:
 
Like this one where she rambles about biology. I quote:"Trans men can have prostates - what else do you need to see someone as "biologically male?"
Oh god I heard this argument from a pooner. She firmly believed that her t-shots would make her grow a prostate in her ass. Fucking insufferable.
 
Who the fuck is telling them this? Where are they getting this idea?
whole bunch of this stuff on Reddit

Does T really make you grow prostate tissue?!

Can trans men on T grow prostates in the place where cis men have them?

they seem hung up on something called "skene glands"--which are women's anatomy, not men's, but they think T changes these glands.
It probably does, if influenced by sex hormones, but T doesn't turn these glands into proto-prostates or something. That's just silly.

They seem very into naming and categorizing everything (as was said earlier in the thread) and so have decided its just a function of naming, e.g. the Skene gland is 'really' a prostate, but cisgender medical establishment cruelly oppresses trans ppl by giving the "same organ" different names depending upon which biological-sexes they reside in.
they prefer unisex, unspecified terms like "gonads".
(male gonads =testicles, females= ovaries).
"Breast" is okay since 'men have breasts too"--even though of course we know that we certainly DON'T :lol:


Reading this stuff is like decoding a whole nother language.
 
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