🏳️⚧️ Saoirse (it/she) late 20s
Pittsburgh transsexual poly butchdyke girlthing. Masochist sword-wielding service collie, Jane of all trades, chronic yearning womanlover.
18+ MDNI. Untagged kinks and occasional nudes
Gas station coffee while wearing my old work clothes and havent shaved in 2 days has me feeling some kinda strange. Like I teleported back home and the last 2 years were fake
I need to watch a pretty girl play bloodborne or other moody game thats impossibly difficult for me while we lounge in our jammies and snuggle and maybe grope eachother a little but mostly snuggle
YOU - “What's it like to miss someone?”
TOMMY LE HOMME - “What's it *like*? Good. And bad. An ache that brings you joy.” He smiles warmly. “I think of them a lot. I dream up these silly scenarios, in great detail. Of living with them... it comforts me.”
Butch date part 2 and the second wheel bearing came off in like 30 seconds and we just ate barbecue and then we're workin on her truck and practicing some concealed carry stuff and life is so beautiful,,,,,
Making someone into something less, is also making them into something more
To forge someone with violence, is to strengthen them. But it also changes them, takes things away
Taking a clump of metal, filled with potential and promise
Then taking that potential and forging it into something useful
I was teasing a friend bc she was being a pervert about the squish on my tummy and hips and i... i cant believe this is rly me, estrogen is life saving