A listy collection that we and a whole buncha other localish queer sorts built containing a great deal of books by trans, two spirit, and gender diverse authors. Please boost as its a really helpful resource for trans sorts who like books (and people who have libraries in their town and want moar stuff like this available).
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Books Authored by Trans, Two Spirit, Gender Diverse Authors:
http://tinyurl.com/nybzd67
Worth noting possibly that we put much of our selfies/personally generated smut or nsfw content under #queernsfw . the regular nsfw tag is full of cis and tag jokes so rather create a manner to see queer stuff instead.
#Writing #Smoking #Slave
Waking up in the morning used to be such a chore, you would cough your lung up and reach over and pull out a cigaratte and light it up dragging a lungful of toxic air into your body. Your brain momentarily satisfied.
But over the day the same nagging sensation comes back, over and over again. The nicotine beckons and what are you but a slave to it.
Two months have gone since your last harmful breath of it and tobacco no longer has such a strong abusive hold on you.
#Writing #Space #Technology #Humanity #Greed #Wealth
Space, an unending void. What mysterious are out there just out of arm's reach?
The sad thing is that humanity will never see the greatest mysteries of the universe. The wonders, the sights, the horrors.
Technology will never be able to let what us humans are best at, exploring.
Instead the human race will fall and crumble by the hands of men who think of only greed and wealth and how to belittle the common man.
Waking up and playing some SC2 to gain more ladder!
The need for someone's embrace is overpowering when you can't be with that person. You long and want but the time seems longer and longer till the time comes that your arms will embrace there warm body.
Continents away but moments apart. How you dwell these issues but long for them to be here. There needs and wants match yours till there is nothing but thoughts of the future.
Time goes on and stretches out to an unimagined state. Distance is cruel but not your love.
Shadow Being as best we could draw in paint that we dreamt of in regards to the story Vi wrote
#Writing #Nightterrors #Shadowbeaings
Sleep is an oblivion that most crave. That is those that don't see the vase horrors that lay over the abyss.
Beings of only shadow standing next to your bed and youre so terrified you can't move, the being in utter calmness gets on top of the bed and sits on your chest.
Terror is no longer the best word to describe the fear permeating from your body. Unable to move, unable to scream, unable to wake up.
Just a Trans Enby Girl Cutie with a Headmate trying to become the best webcomic artist we can be. ^_^
She/Her