TTRPG and gender thoughts
Content warning: Discusses sexuality and has clinical descriptions of sexual feelings
Lately, I've been pondering the question: am I asexual?
Content warning: Teen romance, ewwww
"Hi, I'm Ethan," he says. I smile up at him, automatically replying, "Hi, I'm a lesbian." He looks confused for a moment, then seems to recover. "Oh, um, ok, cool? I was just saying hello." He has a weird little quirk to his lips, but he doesn't seem put off by my announcement, so I relax a little.
Content warning: Frank discussion of bodies and body parts, including genitals
If you're reading this, you're probably trans, or know trans folks. One of the things you may be aware of is dysphoria (for a good discussion of what all dysphoria includes, see the History of Gender Dysphoria at the Gender Dysphoria Bible). While this word covers many things, for this discussion I'm going to focus on one aspect of it, and one of the aspects that's most widely known: bottom dysphoria.
I wanted to have a pirate-adjacent flag to fly, but make it trans, and ended up coming up with this thing. Figured y'all might enjoy it. I built it using lineart pulled from the internet, and claim no rights to any of it. It is in the public domain, knock yourself out.
Content warning: This story is smut, and contains graphic descriptions of sex, as well as trans people just existing like they were all normal or something
The message came in while I was sleeping. Technically, I was mining, or at least the ship was, but I was asleep. It's not like it's dangerous, the ship will stop if anything goes weird. But the message. Not what I expected to receive.
When I got to college, it was a transformative experience, in many ways. I was able to leave behind the loser-nerd image I had of myself, and kind of re-invent who I was. I had already been growing my hair out, and in a just world, this would have been the time where I sat back and said, "Wait a minute, am I actually a girl?"
Content warning: This recording is smut, including themes of bondage, ritual sacrifice (but no death/injury), lack of consent/agency, and drugs. It is not even remotely safe for work.
Today, I decided to go a little bit extra, and record a spoken version of The Sacrifice. Please enjoy my husky, mellifluous (ahem) voice. I recommend headphones and a quiet place to listen, if at all possible.
Content warning: This story is smut, including themes of bondage, ritual sacrifice (but no death/injury), lack of consent/agency, and drugs. It is not even remotely safe for work.
You are awoken before dawn. In the warm darkness of your hut, the dog makes a contented sigh as the silent monk gestures for you to rise and clothe yourself. Outside, the sky is just starting to glow pink as the sun makes its steady march up from the underworld.
Content warning: This story includes mentions of suicide
"Ah, good, Mr. Justice. You're awake."
Content warning: This story contains a lot of swear words and sexually explicit material, and is thoroughly NSFW
The writing prompt was "Between a Rock and a Hard Place," and I knew I wanted to write some smut based in a little ~300 years-in-the-future setting I'm working up for a Thirsty Sword Lesbians game I'm thinking of running.
Content warning: This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity. Definitely not safe for work.
What happens when you get several humans together in a semi-anonymous space? Yeah. The story of young Heather, my female alter-ego and arguably my true self, experiencing something I did as a teen. This is the only-slightly-fictionalized version of the real story. There were, of course, no signs.
In trans culture, there's a common term, "egg," which refers to someone who is trans, but hasn't come to terms with it yet. When a trans person finally figures out that they're trans (which happened to me last year, well into middle age), their egg is said to have cracked. But that's not the only pivotal moment in a trans person's gender journey.
One year ago today, I was busily cracking my egg and coming to terms with where I found myself. And where I found myself was, basically, "Oh shit, I'm trans!"
Welcome to taedryn.com! This place is the logical outcome from a while being perpetually online: a space where there are no algorithms except the ones I code into my CRM software, and where I can put things I feel like writing about but don't fit in another particular place.
Back when I was questioning my gender situation in 2021 and early 2022, one of the questions that occupied my mind was what sort of name I'd want to have if I could actually wrap my mind around the idea that I was really trans. I knew intuitively that it was a very important choice, so I wanted it to fit.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I look around. Yep. It sure is. It's fucking 1991, and it appears the universe is playing a giant goddamn joke on me.
Melody's face flushed rapidly, as Annette dragged her behind the tent. The calliope wheezed in the background, and the shouts of barkers echoed strangely around this town of canvas and lights. Melody found the sound of her skirts rustling to be distracting, filling her consciousness as she tried to think of anything but Annette's hand, grasping hers.
I'm not being furtive. Totally straightforward: just put the bra in the cart, go to self-checkout, ring myself up like normal. Nothing weird about it.