Nyctophilia Boi

Everytime I workout on ab control I cry. No I don't have tear streaming down my face. I yell. That's my cry. A battle cry. I yell and I don't stop my workout until it's finished. 
          
          "When it hurts I wanna see 10 more!"
          
          "When it hurts I wanna see 20 more!"
          
          "When it hurts I wanna see 30 more and I best not see you stop!"
          
          I was trained right and I was trained good. I still am. I still workout ever day despite chronic pain. I will win this shit. 
          
          Because I'm a beast.
           #MilitaryMuscle

I'm missing meh boyfriend... -pouts-

To everyone that keeps commenting about my photo with the noticeable armpit hair. Fuck you. 
          
          We as humans naturally have body hair. I've dated many girls and have never said ew if they didn't shave. As a matter of fact I'd smile, and give her a kiss. Because she had courage ! 
          
          I'm a transgendered model. Despite being a model I don't hide myself for the camera. If I break out, oh well. I'm not going to put on makeup for a camera. Because teens break out. It's part of life. I'm not going to shave for the camera, because I have body hair. That's part of life.
          
          I am handsome as fuck, flaws or not. So why would I hide my body, that's just shaming myself. 
          
          I'm so tired of shame.

Fuck you dysphoria 

Really hating my body right now..more than ever.

I figured out some ways to naturally boost your Testosterone levels for all my trans men out there. I'll write it up tonight and post it soon.

Sore as hell from bronc Ridin' yesterday... Bring on the Bulls.

My Boyfriend just got home !! I's happy happy happy !! Now I shall annoy him and be clingy as fuck. 

Why do I always leave my friends place looking like a drug dealer that just woke up from a mad hook up. Well maybe not a drug dealer..but definitely a mad hook up.
          
          I'm not even kidding. 
          
          I'm constantly leaving as a mess.. I walk out in loose skinny jeans, always unzipped pants (don't ask), socks, my binder, and the last few buttons on my flannel buttoned (if even that many), ain't no body got time for shoes and shit I'll just carry them out. 
          
          But she always laughs because we share a bed when I stay and when I have to go it's either 10 and I wake her up on my way out and she's always groggy or we just chill and I stay a mess all day until I realize what time it is and that I need to hit my next destination. Haha

Talking with some tattoo designers today. Getting my two memorial tattoos designed.