I've got a cis friend that just takes urban full-length sultry selfies of herself and damn I want in on that game. I spent the last ten years butch and now I find myself femme again and I wanna embrace it.

Because damn do I look good for a 41 year-old trans woman. I mean DAMN.

And this is without FFS. Check-in on me 6 months after that because I'm gonna be raging over your timelines.

And I still ain't ruled out hip conturing, because life is short fuckers, and when I check out I'm checking out looking amazing.

Sadly age is still a reality and the prime demographic I now receive flirting from is the single middle age dads cohort.

Sigh. I'm in an open relationship. I should take a fuck or two off them while I'm still not saggy.

The boob job and forthcoming FFS are totally not reactions to middle age. Nope. Not at all.

We all feel like this could end at any point and so enjoy yourself now before oblivion consumes you? Yeah?

Yeah, I thought so.

I just wanna remind all you burgeoning young trans women out there to enjoy yourself NOW. Don't try to be The Good Trans. Don't embrace shame of what you are, or think your body is awful. Don't prude yourself.

You're SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL and you deserve to have EVERY kind of fun.

Get every surgery you want. Drape yourself in colours and paint. Stand tall and stare everyone in the face. It's the only way to live, kid.