I bought these sweatpants over a year ago, specifically to take this photo. I should call them ‘tracksuit bottoms’ or ‘joggers’ really, but I bought them specifically to tap into the autumn horniness of grey sweatpants season. Today I hit a new milestone in the process of stepping into my gender: I took photos to show off my dick print in grey sweatpants.Read More →

It feels powerful to grip my dick like this – it reminds me that I’m strong. This week has been hard, but I am really fucking strong.Read More →

Since stepping into my transness, I’ve been thinking a lot about how I can fuck with and redefine masculinity. To me, masculinity is strong and soft and something that I get to define in a way that works for me. It’s the power I feel when I stand tall and solid in my gender, and it’s the vulnerability needed to admit I’m struggling. It’s how my arse looks in my new strap-on harness.Read More →

Packing makes me feel powerful. It’s not that I need a dick between my legs to prove that I’m a man – I don’t. But I do stand taller and more solid in my gender when there’s a bulge in my underwear. Oh, and I feel hot as fuck too.Read More →