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Femcel Memes

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Welcome to femcel memes. A place where anybody can post memes that fit the vibe.

Warning: We have a tendency to post things that may at times come from a self-deprecating perspective or things that are funny coming from another queer person. This space will always be a safe place for transfems, non-binary people, people with a feminine gender expression (GNC or otherwise) or anybody else in the LGBT Community to come together and share about our experiences but we truly feel that laughing about the sometimes silly and embarrassing parts the queer experience can help bring us together. We never mean offense or harm in anything posted but rather they are satirical takes coming from queer people.

A note about 'Egging': Our community is mostly made up of transfem individuals, and as such most memes posted will be posted with the intention of having a transfem perspective. However, regardless of gender identity, all feminine presenting individuals are welcome here. Whether that means you're NB, GNC, transmasc, or any other identity, you are welcome here. It is not our intention or goal to invalidate these identities. If something makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to report the post and I will address your concerns on an individual level. For more information regarding the problems with 'Egg-culture', please see Here.

Avoid posting AI slop and point it out when you see it, but also be chill and civil about it and don't go on witch hunts or moral crusades about it. Rather than trying to "hold people to account," try to help people avoid it. Turning it into a shame game does not fit the vibe.

Love Y'all and thank you for following this community

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[–] jaycifer@lemmy.world 6 points 5 days ago

A couple days ago I was with my mom and brother and she started talking about how she would check my grades in high school every day to make sure I wasn’t “gaming the system” by only doing enough to get a B in all my AP/honors classes she pushed me toward. As I started to recall all the pressure I was under to succeed for a future I couldn’t comprehend and had no plans of my own for, and the isolation I felt at home because I hadn’t been allowed to get out of the house myself before high school and why would that change, I started dissociating in her kitchen. Then I realized that’s what I would do in high school as well, and recognized the same “human simulator” layered on top of that. Now that I’ve had a decade away from all that to actually figure myself out to some degree I’m realizing I have a whole bunch of repressed stuff from that time that I should probably process. It’s lame.