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by transfemmes. for transfemmes. about transfemmes. | @transjournalists.org member | thetransfemininereview.com | ed. Bethany Karsten

Still, intersectional trans literature is a slow-growing genre.[31][12] Scholar Bethany Karsten found very few Black transfeminine novelists upon a survey of the field in 2024. Novels published in the 2020s included Shola von Reinhold's LOTE, Alexandrine Ogundimu's The Longest Summer, Kuchenga Shenjé's The Library Thief, and Denne Michele Norris's When the Harvest Comes.[31] Kuchenga Shenjé praised the nuanced intersectional transmasculine narrative within the 2020 novel The Vanishing Half, by cisgender author Brit Bennett.[12]
An AI cover for Cate Fox and the Case of the Fading Magic that looks like an cheap knockoff of a Hogwarts Legacy promo
Laverne Cox sitting on a floral couch in Clean Slate
Time Beyond He Or She March 2017 issue
Laverne Cox with hair over her boobs and hands over her crotch, greyscaled to the same color as the background
Transcendent by Laverne Cox
It remains to be seen how the perceived distancing of establishment Democrats from trans issues, such as California Governor Gavin Newsom's very public alignment with the reactionary Charlie Kirk of TPUSA on trans women in sports will affect political party affiliation among trans voters.
Pineco from destined rivals peeking out the top of Transgender history third edition by Susan Stryker
Zuri laid back and stretched for a moment before gripping the bar. Intense, guttural drums and guitars played in her earpieces, keeping her blood pumping. She unracked the barbell and began her repetitions, hitting eight without trouble. She sat up with a slow blink before leaning over to press a button on the machine–it loaded up another plate on each side, metal clanging. Zuri hit another set, straining a little this time. She added more weight. She hit another set. On her last, she yelled at the top of her lungs for enough guts to grant her one additional count. Those tattooed, heavy arms fell down to her sides. I have to pull double duty.
A bump of her brows and a tilted chin as Bho flicked a glance between what she had written and Tyson’s face. Oh no. Drilled. “Sergeant.” She stood stiffly and placed both of her palms on the desk, leaning forward ever so slightly. “You’ve just described yourself. Given our alignment of vision, I’ve made the decision to offer you the position of Platoon Commander.”
Black Hole Guns for Hire by Friday Strout
Abeiline - Kendra said she isn't interested Kat - and if she was? Abeiline - I would climb her like a tree
Villain asks "how do people even function without trained acrobatic assistants at their beck and call? I can't imagine."
Galaxy kissing her girlfriend on the forehead, idk how to do the color palate justice but she's got magenta skin and teal hair and milky way freckles.
Mug reads "don't feminize me until I've had my coffee"
Hawkgirl Once Upon A Galaxy by Jadzia Axelrod, Amancay Nahuelpan, and Adriano Lucas
“I’ll let you in on a secret.” Needle teeth drew blood from Jacob’s lips. “You, he wanted you. He was an addict of your kind. A sick and twisted sin. That’s why they discharged him; he got addicted to little sinners like you, got a bum leg when he got a little too forceful. Lust and envy drove him to dark things in East Asia. But ever his thoughts were of you. And you led him on. You’re only a half-bitch at best. I guess that’s why Jacob liked you. If I let him have your bitch-boy body, I can do my job. Why he would want half a woman, I don’t know.”
“What kind of fucked up horror story has ghosts, haunted houses and a serial killer?!” I asked as I nearly slipped on the old runner—moth eaten and decaying in this part of the manor. My hands instinctually grabbed the candelabra on the wall nearest. It snapped and clattered to the floor.
The rain and the house devoured the silence that followed with relentless sounds. It was Jacob who spoke first. “Yea, its like its warn’in us. Heard som’thin. In the big ol’ oven. Knocking, and a mans voice…” We all looked in the corner where a massive iron black oven was recessed into a brick wall. “What’d he say?” I asked. “Master will cook you too.” “Fuck me,” Mason breathed out, then cracked open the cheap booze and took a swig. He proffered it to me, and I nodded in thanks. Nevermind his swearing, I felt the situation called for a little mild cursing.
Good Witch There's a little magic in everyone a hallmark channel original series feat. Catherine Bell James Denton and Bailee Madison
Thick, sweet, and coppery with the same tart cherry and chocolate notes. I glared accusingly at the liquid gold, then at the room. Was there something different about the corner where I had aged it? Each barrel had its own corner so I could experiment. This one was closest to the brick wall and stairs to the kitchen above. Ventilation? Or perhaps an unseen mold on the brick, or rusty nails. A thought coiled in my mind. “It tastes like blood.” Another sip, and the thought tightened around my fears. It was slight, the taste, faint as a fleeting memory. Yet, it remained present. I licked my lips as I imagined a dead body in the barrel. One of the dead residents taking up a home in my whiskey.
Who am I to judge? After all, being a trans woman in a small southern town would be a death sentence in most other places. It helped that the pastor was my stepfather; he took me in when my parents died in a terrible accident. They only ever found an arm and some blood. ​Out of the four hundred or so people in our town, only a handful brought their concerns to Pastor John about my transition. Claiming I was acting out, they said it was the Devil’s work. Pastor John had some words for those people. ​“Does God not know us? Did He not breathe life into our very being? If He has a plan and knows who ‘we’ are before conception, molded us, then who are we to say this is wrong? I ask you, how does Alex—now Alexie—truly harm your life? Listen not to the snakes, but to your heart and God. Alexie is part of our community; she works the corn like all of you and provides your hooch. So, I would ask all those with sin and hate in their hearts to pray and let go.”
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The House Consumes Us by V.K. Ridge
About The Author Kendra Vutton resides in sunny Florida, where she's fully surrendered to the delicious thrill of the sissy lifestyle.
Most Friday nights looked the same. I’d show up at her apartment with a six-pack, she’d order pizza, and we’d spend hours on the couch yelling at the TV while playing whatever new fighting game had dropped. She was just… Chloe. One of the guys, except she wasn’t. Not really.
Turned Gay for Pride Day by Kendra Button featuring two AI generated women in bikinis and sunglasses back to back on the cover
I am four inches away from your face / brushing my teeth at you menacingly
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ginger christmas princess (2) far away from you i've been networking with women in millennial blouses. if i was a proper Stalinist i would ship every last one to a trailer park then move to the trailer park so i could live somewhere normal near my mom and sister & still make life-affirming art money connections. my trailer park novel would go crazy. you would be so hot vaping on the concrete steps in your daisy dukes under the kind of sky that burns carcinogens right into our lungs & tits-Sybil told me six women on this street have had breast cancer and tonight we'll rub postmenopausal estrogel on each other's breasts and i won't think trans breast as reterritorialized site of production, i will just sing Amy Winehouse
The dedication reads 'for homeless people.'
Missed connections with tall girls by Gwen Aube ✨ Bookmark is Ponyta from Destined Rivals
Missed Connections with Tall Girls by Gwen Aube Hawkgirl by Jadzia Axelrod Corpses Monsters and Fools Plastic Prism Void by Violet Allen Transgender History 3e by Susan Stryker Puck by Samantha Allen
I've only read and reviewed 18 books so far this year lol
a screenshot of Cassie Lang and Antman in Quantumania cause I have no self respect
"Wait, it's free power?" Satya asked, stunned. " Like a perpetual motion machine?" ​"On the nano-scale," her computer replied. The display shifted, and a subset of the massive field of numbers was emphasized. "The conversion ratios are severely and exponentially limited, and remain subject to basic principles of entropy. A device of this size is the upper bound of what could theoretically be powered by such a conversion." Satya was silent for a long minute. ​"How long could a nanite run, using tech like this?" she asked softly. ​"Indefinitely," the computer replied. Satya concentrated on breathing. ​"From a half hour between charges to forever," she muttered, and shook her head.
"I seem to be a latecomer to a rather exciting game," Dahlstedt said. "A dangerous one, I'll grant you, but a potentially world-changing one as well." ​"I've got a corpse. I wouldn't call that a game," Dan said coolly. ​"Of course it is a game. It is that most ancient and barbarous of games, yet that most crucial," Dahlstedt countered. "I speak of the game of control, and we stand on the precipice of perhaps the last round of that game to be played for a very long time." She paused, and then added, "Depending on the victor, of course." ​
Nameless by Zoe Ann Wendler
No results on the kindle market place for "viking trans erotica"
“You didn’t offend me. You could not possibly “offend” me, Katherine. Because you know what you are?” Laura’s voice drips with venom. “You’re a loser so fucking desperate for approval that you’ll let me call you by an entirely different name without correcting me once. You’re basically a clown I keep around to socialise my shut-in girlfriend. That’s the only reason I’m not sending you packing tonight, despite your eagerness to incriminate yourself. Capisce?”
I find myself somewhat disinclined to humour Emmy’s delusions here. The idea of Laura, beauty nonpareil, stooping so low as to cavort with someone who plays Magic: The Gathering defies every truth and belief I hold dear.
Laura arches her eyebrows. “What else do I need? Gender is a fascinating subject. Not only does every man in this competition have a unique perspective on it, but he has a more enlightened, three-dimensional view than most, including trans women. We understand what it is to be transfeminised without surrendering our manhood! We are assured of our manhood even when those who gaze upon us are not! We are, dare I say it, more men than any man who has not tested the mettle of his gender in the fires we forge ours in! So yes, Izzy, I’ve written fiction about trans women. I intend to teach them what we know. Impart that wretched lot with as much faith in their womanhood as we have in our manhood.” I couldn’t help it. I actually gasped. The conviction, the skill, the mastery of both philosophy and oratory—Laura is everything a trans woman dreams of being.
I’m not browsing the videos with two men today. Instead, I scroll down to the very bottom, to a folder within this folder, its offerings sealed by a second, more secure password. Inside I find the only thing that could possibly satisfy me tonight. I’m already drowning in shame. It’s not like it can get any worse. So I open my secret stash of clips and ravenously, longingly stare at a collage of men having sex with women. It’s wrong. It’s sick. It’s the only thing that gets me off when I let myself think how badly I want to be with Kyle, and how I’ll never get to be.
My beautiful fanart of Desdemona getting thrown into a pool of hungry sharks
Only a visual demonstration will suffice now. Nicholas will be in a better place to accept what I have told him once he can no longer deny the truth before his very eyes. I throw back my hood, revealing my now-luscious shoulder-length locks, and jump to my feet, unzipping my hoodie all the way in a single fluid motion. Unfortunately, a crisp packet catches me underfoot. I slip and tumble back onto Nicholas’ bed. To play this off as an intentional manoeuvre, I throw my overgarment open and unveil the bodacious, buxom torso I have been struggling to conceal. “Behold!” Nicholas frowns at my tittage. He’s unmoved by the bounty that has spilled forth before him. Perhaps Jeffrey’s oafish speculation on Nicholas’ sexuality has some merit after all? “Well, I’m glad you’re comfortable enough to wear a magical girl t-shirt?” Nicholas shrugs. “Does that mean you’re ready to admit the hoodie’s pink?” “It is salmon, you unrepentant plebeian, and that is not what I’m attempting to draw your attention towards!”
Estro Junkies by Talia Bhatt and Beth Leigh-Ann
A third consideration is that John reads rather eggy. I acknowledge my bias as a reader of trans fiction, but it's definitely an odd place to have such a blank slate man as the main character and viewpoint protagonist of a story that heavily deals in trans themes. It's a subversion of what you'd expect from similar characters in other trans novels - John just reads transfemme, and it's never explored or questioned in the story, despite heavy traffic in trans themes. Probably that says more about me as a reader than WWAS as a novel. I'll be the first to acknowledge that when your favorite trans tropes are the hammer, every generic and vaguely listless male protagonist starts to look like a nail.
Favorite - Pyukumuku 2nd Favorite - Pachirisu Least Favorite - Calyrex 'Pay to Win' form Underrated - Druddigon Overrated - Charizard Best Starter - Rowlet Best Dynamax - Centiskorch Best Mega - Gardevoir Best Regional - Alolan Dugtrio Best Eeveelution - Glaceon Would have as a pet - Snom Best Looking Shiny - Florges IDK why I like this - Klefki Personal Story - Flaafy Very Nostalgic - Samurott
Onto Chapter 12
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1. Introduction 2. New York in 1969... On Long Island 1. Early Childhood 2. Coming of Age in the Civil Rights Era 3. Reading Black Feminism into Dee's Life 3. A Lifetime of Writing on Gender 1. Understanding Princean Gender Theory 2. En Femme and Structural Racism 3. Dee's Theory of Transgendered Being 4. On Autogynephilia and the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival 5. Reading Black Transfeminism into Dee's Life 4. Erotics, Kinky Bisexuality, and Dee's Lesbian Transsexual 1. Understanding the TV/TS Magazine Circuit 2. Westwego, Louisiana and a Southern Erotic Imagination 3. An Expertise in BDSM Erotica 4. Bringing Out the Lesbian Transsexual 5. Surveying Dee's Miscellaneous Writings 5. A Legacy in Black Transfeminine Publishing 1. Sasha (1997), Dee's Magnum Opus 2. An Emerging Trans of Color Consciousness 3. Monica Roberts, TG Woman, and the Birth of a Legacy 6. Conclusion 1. Final Thoughts 2. Notes for Future Research 3. Suggested Reading Order 4. A Note of Gratitude
Monica Roberts, TG Woman, and the Birth of a Legacy
That was true but it could hardly help him, on a new world, to know that chainflower counteracted the effects of post-hole gnarl, or that the root of fretting marisol was sovereign for hepatitis. He supposed that to the captain, whose infirmities made him unable to descend to them, planets were no more than hazily imagined wells from which resources were drawn up in buckets. They must merge in his mind into one floating raft of world-stuff,
What We Are Seeking by Cameron Reed, with a reverse holo Clefairy card as my bookmark poking out the top.
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1. Introduction 2. New York in 1969... On Long Island 1. Early Childhood 2. Coming of Age in the Civil Rights Era 3. Reading Black Feminism into Dee's Life 3. A Lifetime of Writing on Gender 1. Understanding Princean Gender Theory 2. En Femme and Structural Racism 3. Dee's Theory of Transgendered Being 4. On Autogynephilia and the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival 5. Reading Black Transfeminism into Dee's Life 4. Erotics, Kinky Bisexuality, and Dee's Lesbian Transsexual 1. Understanding the TV/TS Magazine Circuit 2. Westwego, Louisiana and a Southern Erotic Imagination 3. An Expertise in BDSM Erotica 4. Bringing Out the Lesbian Transsexual 5. Surveying Dee's Miscellaneous Writings 5. A Legacy in Black Transfeminine Publishing 1. Sasha (1997), Dee's Magnum Opus
Roberta Angela Dee: An American M-F TS from Georgia. Her poem, “Who Are We?,” appeared in Passages, published by The Gathering in New York City. [BOOK ONE, PART ONE: M-F TSISM].
OVER 50,000 WORDS on the Roberta Angela Dee article
Research for this story -- in addition to actual experience -- was derived from the following sources: 1.Amity Harris's Femdom Short Stories Amity's original short stories: femdom, female domination, male submissives and other erotica. http://www.tpe.com/~amity/shorts.htm 2.Pierre Silber's in Santa Clara. They carry 6-inch heels, thigh-high boots, pumps, and platforms in sizes 5 to 15. http://www.pierresilber.com/ 3.Mistress Rainy's Den Mistress Rainy hence also known as Mistress R is a professional "fantasy facilitator" more commonly referred to as a bi-sexual domme. She resides in Indiana. http://members.tripod.com/~MistressRainy/index.htm 4.Modern Goddess Magazine http://www.teleport.com/~jake1950/index2.shtml jake1950@teleport.com 5.Camille Paglia: Women as Goddess http://www.matriarch.com/archive.htm 6.Pat Califia 7.Beth Young
Two books meme: The skinny book is captioned "my blog output," the thick book is captioned "my blog output if I could schedule things and answer my damn email."