In this lesbian-with-extra-steps bed death story, a li'l dood and her lass have been together since their puppy love days, but now that they're all grown up, OP confesses to a deeply embedded fear: that secretly, her beloved has been disguising a desire for a dick she don't got. Unfortunately for OP, her gal all but confirms it, backpedaling quickly when she sees how bothered OP is by claiming she's just not sure of what she wants of anything so OP really shouldn't take it personally,
really! For real!
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My girlfriend and I have been together for almost 9 years. We are 20 and 21. I need help.
I’ve been having horrible anxiety the last week and intrusive thoughts about my girlfriend wanting to be intimate with a cis man. I finally broke and opened up to her today.
She basically told me that she wanted to be with me and loves me but she’s not sexually satisfied. So she kind of validated my crippling anxiety that I’ve been having. She mentioned that our sex has been mechanical. I agree that it is. We need variety.
She hasn’t been able to take the dildo that we have. It hurts her. She says fingering is getting old and so is me eating her out. I asked her
if she wanted the “real thing” or something more comfortable and she said she doesn’t know what she wants. I just can’t stop thinking about her being with cis men. I have never felt so small in my life. I don’t want to lose her. What do I do?
Conversion therapy gets a win under its belt when a gayden claims she believed herself to be homosexual at the young age of 10 only to endure a good ol' helping of "pray the gay away" and then actually longing for men by the time she hit adulthood. For OP, this revelation is devastating as she had made her entire personality out of being a proud lesbian feminist yet wound up yearning for the affection and attention of men anyway, most of which eludes her - which I'm sure has nothing to do with her then obsessing about yaoi and refusing to engage in media without men of the alphabet variety being the focus.
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I came out to reddit as trans before anyone else so seems fitting to come out as gay on here too.
I have identified as some type of queer- bisexual or lesbian- since I was probably like 10. Transitioning has been hard because I had to fight a lot of misogyny and do a lot of work accepting myself growing up southern baptist.
I am a feminist and it was hard accepting that I have ALWAYS been a man. It feels so good to be seen but
proof that I've always been a man is my grandpa died of cancer before I came out and my grandma gave me a ring that he picked for me and told her to give to me when I realized. That's so beautiful to.
So it was hard but with the support I have I accepted I was trans.
Then I had to deal with the whole whoa I'm a straight man because I had previously been identifying as a lesbian. That also sucks because it felt like I had to let go of the hardships I faced in conversion therapy and that it didn't matter since I ended up being straight anyway. But I eventually did and I was ok with that an
d then I started dating as a man and God I hated it. So I just assumed I was Aroace because I had NO drive for any type of physical or romantic intimacy.
That is until I started crushing on a man. Then I realized that my facinstion for yaoi and bl and the way I can really only interact with content if it's got male queer characters is because I like men. I wanted to be the BL and didn't think I could because I wasn't a man. And it's just one thing after a fucking nother. I'm having a harder time accepting I'm gay than ANYTHING else.
It makes me feel like oh so now not only am I not a girl but I'm not for the girls either. It makes me feel like an attention whore and like I'm just a straight girl finding extra ways to be special. Makes me feel so defeated because I want to be with a man and seen as a man and as much as I hate to admit it,
the approval of a cis man would mean the world to me and the only one I got was from my dead grandpa. And makes me sad because I only know one trans masc and he's my employee so I can't get too close even though I really want to be his friend.
I would be so happy in a T4T relationship I think but I can't fucking find a trans masc friend let alone a lover. Idk what to fucking do
, I literally cry about it which if you're on T, you know that fucking burns for some reason. Like why are my rear ducts on fire, why is it EFFORT to cry??? That's unrelated but yeah. If y'all are going through this or have made it to the other side I'd just like to know I'm not alone.
With a newly acquired testosterone script in hand, a pooner tries to share the joyful news of her inevitable self-destruction with her parents and expects a celebration; instead, she is met with laughter and derision as they imply her menstrual moodiness will only worsen upon taking it. Like a child, she huffs about it but doesn't tell Mommy and Daddy to kick rocks, instead choosing to bleat online about how hard it is to be excited about it anymore now that she knows they think she'll turn into Poonzilla and destroy Tokyo every 28-30something days. Don't worry, guys; pooners are notoriously moody even off of their soon-to-be-spotty periods, so you can expect nasty moods and volatility all the time! It'll be like Christmas every day, if Saint Nick got replaced by a bloated, speckled hobbit roid raging over nothing!
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Hi all, I (22M) am finally starting T!! (over the next few days). I am so excited, it has been such a long wait and is a big moment in my life.
My partner was with me when the doctors called and they are so exited for me, they even asked to be present for my first dose! They are so sweet.
However when I got home and excitedly told my parents the good news, they laughed and said “are you sure it’s good news you’re already bad when you’re pms’ing, you’re gonna be even worse on T”
That really hurt me, not only did they make a joke out of such a big moment for me, but they couldn’t even pretend to be exited for me. They laughed at me. I’m not even that bad when I’m on my period. I swear my partner is the only person in my love who supports me and is thrilled to be a part of my journey.
When my parents said that I just laughed it off and walked away, I wanted to be angry, I wanted to tell them they hurt me. But I can’t, that will only make things worse. When I am emotionally reactive it causes problems so I have learnt to laugh things off and be alone in my feelings. Which is why I am sharing this here. My partner is angry and disgusted on my behalf, and is trying their best to support me. But I can’t always lean on them and I have no friends to talk to.
The thing is my relationship with my parents is complicated, I don’t really talk to them or tell them things about my life but recently they have been trying to connect with me. So I thought I’d finally tell them something about my life and that is how they reacted. It just reaffirmed to me why I don’t tell them stuff. Why I don’t try to have a good relationship with them.
I know I am lucky to have parents who accept me but they don’t support me. I feel hurt and am finding it hard to feel excited about T, I feel like they have ruined it for me.
The worst part is I am stuck in their home, I have nowhere else to go and cannot stay with my partner, as we are long distance. I feel alone, trapped and hurt.
If anyone has any advice for this or for someone starting T I would love to hear it.
A TiF can't even feel thrilled for her sister's gestating son because she's too busy resenting her brother for recognizing that her baby will be a real boy, unlike her, thus leading OP to literally envy a baby that hasn't even been born yet. Is anyone else uber creeped out when they get weirdly jealous of young relatives? It's not pedophilic - that feels a bit hyperbolic - but it feels inappropriate nonetheless.
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I think having a brother as a trans man is really heartbreaking sometimes.
I spent my entire childhood with him playing video games, roleplaying as superheroes, discussing typical male shows and movies or riding bikes with our dad. I've looked up to him, I've always seen myself as his little bro. It's just painful sometimes when I realize he doesn't see it the same way.
Our sister is pregnant and he told me he's excited to finally have a male relative that he has a good relationship with. Broke my heart.
He isn't a transphobe, but I don't think he'll ever actually view me as a man. Transition sadly won't change that.
I think I'll envy my nephew forever.
In a shocking twist, for once, a bisexual man is
not eager to slam the hole of a tranny and hates that the effeminate man he originally signed up for has trooned out. OP - the tranny in quesiton - is shocked and hurt, having thought this entire time that his boyfriend was a cheerleader instead of wishing privately that he'd gotten with a real cheerleader instead, as the boyfriend's specific desires are either pretty boy twinks or true and honest women. "I guess his love is not unconditional," OP writes, as if anybody's love actually is - a tragically common misconception.
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Hey girls,
I need to vent and honestly, I need to know if any of you have dealt with this specific type of BS.
I’ve been with my boyfriend for 3 years. When we met, I was a feminine twink. Over the course of our relationship, I started to fully transition and embrace being a woman. I’m finally at a point where I actually enjoy myself and I’m proud of the "balls" it took to do something this huge for my own happiness.
I thought he was evolving with me.
He’s bi, so I (naively) thought me being trans wouldn’t be a dealbreaker since he "likes women“.
Well,
he just dropped a bomb on me. He told me he feels "tricked" into being with me now because I’m not the person he met. He said he didn’t “sign up” for this version of me. He said being in a gay relationship was "already hard enough" and that my transition makes it "harder" for him. He basically implied he likes "gay twink boys" and "real women“.
He basically made me feel like I’m some kind of freak that he’s embarrassed to show off. Like I’m putting him in a “bad position” just by existing and being happy.
It hurts so much because I’ve spent three years being vulnerable with this man.
He’s been sitting there for years letting me grow, while secretly resenting me for it. I guess his love is not unconditional.
Has anyone else gone through this? How do you even move on when someone you trusted destroys your image of them like this?
I feel like I don’t even know who he is anymore. I feel like I hate him right now for trying to destroy my self-image just because he’s too weak to stand by a woman like me.
No-nut nomad: years of scrounging up pennies to put in piggy banks to build a life for a dream family have been squandered for this TiM as he's been so politically paranoid that his constant relocation may have taken so much time that he's about to age out of being a candidate for adoption; now it's a struggle for OP to wake up every day, knowing each morning he rises is another morning taking him further away from his greatest wish. I don't know, dude, I believe that uprooting your life every five seconds because you're a self-important freak unwilling to give up your idiot lifestyle is indicative you weren't meant for the path of parenthood anyway; kids sort of need this gay-ass concept called "stability" to achieve this other gay-ass concept known as "not being an insane layabout with nothing to offer to society." But I suppose then we farmers would lack any cows with which to milk, so such a statement can be easily dismissed.
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I just need a moment to vent, as I've spent the last 7 years trying to start a family with my partner. It hasn't gone well. As time goes on further, the more lonely I've gotten, especially as everyone around me starts their families with ease and gets excited over their pregnancies, baby showers, and life milestones.
We started to put things together to settle down and start a family, but then we put the whole thing on pause to escape Texas. Things started getting politically bad at the same time we were raising money to find a permanent home and adopt. We didn't want to start a family in that environment, so we ran.
All of that money ended up going towards leaving Texas, leaving us at ground zero for adoption finances and my retirement. I literally gave up being a mom as well as my retirement savings to simply survive.
Now a few years have passed, I'm 40, and I found out that apparently adoption has a fucking age cutoff at 43-45. We've been fighting to raise money to get a permanent house up in New England in time before the cutoff, but we may not make it. I'm devastated.
I've worked for years for absolutely nothing.
There's no one I can turn to about any of this.
Ever since starting all of this and telling our family, no one has given a fuck. If someone gets pregnant, then it's celebration + baby talk for ages. If I try to talk about the adoption process, I'm told "hey, can you stop talking about that, it's depressing."
I literally mentioned I wanted to potentially celebrate a future adoption with a baby shower-esque celebration, just to be able to celebrate with family and friends, like everyone else. Literally had a close friend tell me "that's for pregnant women, I need to stay in my lane." I'm not good enough, I guess. I cried for days after she told me that and, yeah, we're not friends anymore. She can be a mom, but I guess I can't be a mom.
I'm at the point where I feel like I have no purpose. Everyone else gets to move on with their lives. I don't. I just wake up every day dreading knowing I'm one day closer to failing my goals, and there is very little I can do to fix it. And
when I try to talk to literally anyone else about it, man or woman, I'm basically told to shut up because my pain "isn't real."
Nearly Dickless Nick: lastly, in a show of outstanding mental health, a man willfully injures his own penis and still finds a way to drag conservatives into it. Hm, perhaps I'm the idiot here, but I Just feel as if how you fill out your voting card does not hold the same weight of responsibility as holding a sharp object in hand and taking it to your own giblets does... I mean, it isn't as if a ghost in a MAGA hat moaned into your ear to mutilate your own meat while possessing your hand to force such a command.
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conservatives if you think bottom surgery is bad come look at my penis. genuinely idk why i do it. like idk i just get bored and i dont like how it looks.
it lowkey bled a lil more than usual this time.