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Cake day: 2026年8月5日

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  • Nice. This is really cool. I didn’t know this existed. The examples of the custom blahajes look really fun.

    It’s great that anyone can make a blahaj if they know how to sew well enough to do so. Despite being supposedly socialized to know how to sew, it never took, I can’t sew, so I’m afraid I won’t be making my own blahaj. :(

    As far as giving money to billionaires, you will still have to buy fabric and materials, but I imagine it is technically possible to source those from a local craftsperson. I’m not sure how many people will do this, but I’m sure it is technically possible.








  • I was a transmed when I was younger. It was because I was targeted and groomed by a group of people online. At least that’s how I see it now. They were able to do this because I was accustomed to a lack of empathy or understanding on the part of non dysphoric people.

    I would come into a trans space trying to vent my frustrations or seek out some empathy, and I would met by people who made me feel crazy or who tried to scold me for being somehow amoral. I’d be told that I was “embodying toxic masculinity” or “using regressive stereotypes,” I wasn’t allowed to notice how society treats people differently based on perceived sex or assigned sex, I wasn’t allowed to desire a place within society in general. If I talked about these issues, there’d be a negative spin placed on whatever I said.

    I’d get frustrated, and then I would be approached by transmeds in my DM’s. If I repeated transmed talking points, I would get a lot more hate, rejection, and negativity, which drove me further into the transmed community. I didn’t stop being a trans med because I one day realized that the medical establishment dictating trans identity was somehow bad. Doctors and therapists were the only people who materially helped me transition at all, with some very rare exceptions. Getting any advice, help, or even condolences from other trans people who weren’t literal doctors was incredibly difficult.

    My default experience when trying to interact with other trans people was rejection, accusations, and a stubborn lack of understanding. Trans meds were, in my experience, the only group of trans people who wouldn’t condemn me for having dysphoria, for talking about it, or for noticing the way society interacts with someone’s perceived gender.

    I stopped being a trans med because the trans med community was toxic in various ways. I saw the community doubt the trans identities of other trans people who clearly “had dysphoria.” Over time, I realized that putting trans identity in the hands of doctors was a bad idea, but this is something I realized years after I left the transmed community. Logical arguments would not have changed my mind.