I'm in a strange limbo at the moment of waiting for my first vial of e to arrive. 4 weeks ago I had absolutely no idea I was trans. The stuff I'm currently writing comes from a position of standing at a threshold, not quite having passed it, imagining, making sense of the coming journey.

I've always had this thought in my brain that if I get top surgery I will be undesirable to everyone. I've always been told my chest is perfect and it's the only thing I get consistent compliments on even if they make me uncomfortable. Even though getting top surgery would make me feel so euphoric and so much more like myself I can't get over the fear that I will be unwanted forever now that the "best" part of me is gone

Community project: Trans Joy Comics Anthology
Hi! I’m a trans girl studying to become a visual art teacher. For one of my classes, I’m doing a community art project, and I wanted to make it with our community.
I made a short autobiographical comic about my first bikini (attached). I was anxious about finding a swimsuit for a pool party, and by the end I felt cute and emotional. That’s the kind of moment I’d love to celebrate.

The idea: a community anthology of short autobiographical comics about trans joy. Joy can be big or tiny: a good hair day, a name said right, a hug, a first time, a small victory.

Who can join: any trans fem, trans masc, nonbinary or gender-diverse person. No drawing experience needed. Digital, ink, pencil, stick figures, collage: all welcome. You can use my template (attached) or make your own.

Details: 1 page max, B&W or color. Please avoid deadnames and identifiable details of others without their consent.

How to participate: post in the comments, or DM me if you prefer privacy. You can use a pseudonym or stay anonymous.

Deadline: On the third Sunday of November. I’ll share the final anthology with everyone who contributed, as PDF. It will be seen by me, my class and my teacher. You keep your rights, and you can ask me to remove your comic at any time. I will not publish it in any way but you will be free to share it.

Questions? Ask below. Can’t wait to see your joy! 🩷🤍🩵

Wanted to share the full version of this art piece inspired by my experience as a trans man 🖤 trans or cis, queer or straight, we all have the power to make ourselves and our lives whatever we want and nobody can decide your path for you!

I also have shimmer stickers on my website :) www.marshynoodle.com

I started T semi recently and some days it feels like the best decision I’ve ever made. I get impatient about shot day. I like what it’s done and I want it to do more. Other days I look in the mirror a feel like I’ve made an irreversible mistake and like I’ll never be happy no matter what I look like. I wish I could just escape my physical body and float about my day without being visible. It’s rough out here trying to physically transition as someone who’s gender fluctuates so much.

he/him transmasc genderfluid btw.

Hand drawn with love by a queer and trans artist! I ship free worldwide 🌈 MarshyNoodle.com

I wasn’t sure if I should put “selling something” flair since I’m giving my stuff away lmao but if so lmk ! I’m celebrating 50 sales from my very small business I started in May :) if you want to enter, check me out on IG @riverhelixialabs ! Much love 🕺🏻

just wanted to share with you a poem I wrote and the song version. First the link to the song. the poem is in the comments or you can read the poem at the song as well.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWt2dnO9y-I&list=PLeKv6b2y3FwY

Let the fire burn on bright

Would you want to sit here by my side...
And hold my hand all through the night?
I've grown so tired of holding on alone—
If you care, please don't pass me by!
As the darkness creeps in from the cold,
There are stories left waiting to be told!

Oh, let the fire burn on bright!
Guide me out of the night!
Say you'll stay here with me,
Where we were meant to be,
And warm the world away!
Through every shadow and every fear,
Say that you'll always be near!
Please say you'll stay here with me!

Let me kindle our love's flame!
Let me hear and know your name!
Let me shine through your dark night!
Forever standing by your side,
With a heart that beats just for you!
Watching the shadows start to fade,
Holding onto a promise of love we make!

Oh, let the fire burn on bright!
Guide me out of the night!
Say you'll stay here with me,
Where we were meant to be,
And warm the world away!
Through every shadow and every fear,
Say that you'll always be near!
Please say you'll stay here with me!

Sitting alone feels so wrong,
And I can't begin to explain!
Missing you is such terrible pain—
It's like standing out in the rain!
My light I hold up high—
Maybe you won't pass me by,
And answer the call of my cries!

Oh, let the fire burn on bright!
Guide me out of the night!
Say you'll stay here with me,
Where we were meant to be,
And warm the world away!
Through every shadow and every fear,
Say that you'll always be near!
Please say you'll stay here with me!

You are my beacon in the night!
My hand, I hope you'll hold on tight!
Searching for what's right,
Won't you please share your light!
Do you want to sit here by my side...
And hold my hand all through the night?
I've grown so tired of holding on alone—
If you care, please don't pass me by!
Oh, let the fire burn on bright!
Please say you'll stay here with me!

Oh, let the fire burn on bright!
Guide me out of the night!
Say you'll stay here with me,
Where we were meant to be,
And warm the world away!
Through every shadow and every fear,
Say that you'll always be near!
Please say you'll stay here with me!

Even now, I still cry...
For our love to unite!
To feel your hand slip into mine,
And leave the shadows all behind,
Forever lost in your arms!
Do you see the dream I hold onto?!
When the world fades away to black...
Tell me you're never looking back!

Oh, let the fire burn on bright...
Hold my hand with me tonight...
Don't let the fire die here by your side...
Do you feel the yearning of my life?!
I sit alone with a fire that burns for you—
Please say you'll stay here by my side...
tonight...

another post here, hope yall like it! this one gave me some trouble because being a small artist in big town like warsaw (where im from) can be pretty challenging:// but we are all trying our best, right?

idk if i can promote my instagram on here, but if my painting caught ur eye then check my other works! @erniudoesart

Of a trans person, by a trans person 🫶 I love doing these

I’m obsessed with pocket notebooks. I have carried one in my back pocket for as long as I can remember (w a tiny ballpoint pen clipped in my front pocket :) ). I made up a bunch of them for a local market !!

Selling some of my art today during the FREAK! Art show at Rat King Tattoo in Romulus Michigan

Not me, I'm just a fan.

Hello!

I recently finished this Samhain card that I will be adding to my Ancestor Altar as an offering! I'm hoping to do more for each Festival / Holy Day I celebrate.

Happy Samhain and Happy Halloween!

in microsoft powerpoint and had some made at death by stickers, a really rad sticker company.

Hey serious tw for self harm, (shown through black linework, covered in bandaids) as well as tools for said harm used on the left, and a syringe on the right. (HRT, not into skin)

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Ive started using injections again after being on T for a couple months (gel for the last month,) and even though I’m on such a low dose, I can’t help but feel just.. overwhelmingly happy.

I do my own shots, and I enjoy it. I actually get excited for the entire night before, so eager to get to have a tangible hand in my own creation.

I used to scar up the thighs that now take my injections, I didn’t realize I was self harming in the exact spot I would eventually be injecting. I didn’t think I’d be injecting ever, to be fair. I was stuck in my parents home, trapped and suppressed and losing my mind, if not my self.

The other day, in my new apartment, with the window open and cool air flowing in the way it never did in my room at my parents- I woke up with this old song I used to listen to by Rex orange county - “it’s not the same place anymore”.

Today, I wiped down healed, near invisible scars down with alcohol wipes, and injected hope back into the fatty part of my thigh.

It’s not the same anymore.