A Paean to Feminine Themness

In which i explore my intense attraction to (and desire to be) a them-woman mixed with some queer narrative.

i rly love women and i love being one - albeit a fluid one. im appreciative of and admire the side of me that is all spice and sweet softness, curves that belie serrated edges, my nurturing nature that births strength and fosters fire, glowingly warm and icily frigid in turns. i love the soft swells chests make, and their variations and yielding firmness and their milky, sweaty scent when they lactate. Women embody all that is strong and supple, firm and flexible, somehow simultaneously powerful and demurely sweet. The way they laugh and speak - everything from that mellifluous lilt to belly-clutching barks of laughter. I'm so enamored and in love with what women are and desire to see these traits reflected in myself.

it's less about the physical form so much of the time and more about the essence of embodying the female or male narrative in its entirety - but im as much a visual creature as well as i am a theoretical one (and unfortunately also a hormone-plagued young adult), so it came out very, ah, visually. sure, i enjoy queer theory. but sex is another way to enjoy and explore your body and im dam well going to draw duski being a sexy wamen if i feel the energy.

ive yet to find a nonbinary narrative that resonates with me completely, mostly bc it's often easiest for me to show support or pride for masculinity by dismissing/rejecting certain core aspects of femininity. i want to able to be fully "them" without gendering my traits and qualities.

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alternative title: the endless wrestle with my meat-sack body that is Gender Fluidity™ strikes again. a doodle dump feverishly sketched last night as i was in the throes of questioning my them-ness and the impossibility of reconciling myself with a gender within the binary (and the acceptance of it).

alternative-alternative title: sometimes duski actually likes their tibitties