Reposting this from Kate's autostraddle article b/c it is life and seriously, where is the lie.
If these amazing trans women are together with me, if I’m a part of them, how can I not be incredible?
I don’t have a vagina. It’s fine. It’s fine. Or at least, sometimes it’s fine. Sometimes it’s a thing that I don’t mind, that I’m okay with. The thing is though, it’s never more than fine.
My self love is my favorite thing about myself right now. Seeing my sometimes dry, sometimes crusty-eyed face first thing in the morning and automatically thinking, ‘damn, you’re beautiful’ is a joy I never thought I would experience.
Another hot night in a backyard patio with mojitos and the same dom friends, we stumbled on to this idea: no particular act is inherently dominant or submissive. In topping and bottoming, the action is what defines those roles — the top wields the flogger, the bottom gets hit with it. The top penetrates, the bottom is penetrated. The top ties the knots, the bottom gets tied up. What if the person who is strapped-on is tied to a bed, blindfolded and ridden, not allowed to come? Who is really in charge then?
Sinclair Sexsmith, View From The Top: Dividing Acts and Power
The internet has become a far less polite place since that fateful day when the Mailer Daemon murdered Jeeves in cold blood. So, in an effort to breathe a little civility into this lawless land, I have done the research and saved you the keystrokes on what – according to Google algorithms and statistics – you’ve always wondered, wonder presently, or might wonder sometime in the future.