Snakes Reads A Terrible Book: Manhunt, by Gretchen Felker-Martin - An utter waste of everyone’s time inspired by the Tranny Sideshows thread and its new favorite author

[hhaergenreyt]

mark laidlaw why, you're acrually a good writer.

 

[Glenallen Mixon]

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Micah straight up mentioned her. lolololol I kind of hope J.K Rowling is dumb enough to take the bait, just so we can see the trash fire that commences.

I think JK is smart enough not to give him what he wants. But also, man it'd be funny to see her roast him.

 

[Niggaplease]

tranny on twitter got the janny to ban my shit posting account on twatter on a tweet talking about a member of haydur nation, because I quote tweetied how his book sucked. oh well I'll just try and make a new twatter or go on parlor.

 

[umami's milk]

tranny on twitter got the janny to ban my shit posting account on twatter on a tweet talking about a member of haydur nation, because I quote tweetied how his book sucked.

r.i.p.
in the future tho: don't poke cows, dude. and certainly don't reveal that you've been poking cows.

 

[Niggaplease]

r.i.p.
in the future tho: don't poke cows, dude. and certainly don't reveal that you've been poking cows.

yeah I won't anymore, it wasn't really directed, his tweet popped up with my feed praising ihis book and begging jk rowling to notice him senpai and I quoted tweeted the book sucked, but it was funny that they selected a tweet about haydur nation and how I don't watch a specific haydur nation member to be cute and make it look like it was anything but that. that or lyfe of a free spirit gone on an emotional melt down again and some how found my old tweet post about me stating an opionion on how she's spastic, and kind of schizo and thats why I don't watch her to another shit poster on twitter 3 months ago.

 

[Brutality]

The entire book seems like a massive power trip like Chris Chan's sonichu comics. Doesn't JK Rowling die in a fire or some shit?

 

[Niggaplease]

The entire book seems like a massive power trip like Chris Chan's sonichu comics. Doesn't JK Rowling die in a fire or some shit?

at the end of his book. yes.

 

[DatBepisTho]

This nigga legit looks like the hon version of a cunty-for-no-reason coworker I once had and it would be the only thing causing me to (in his words) vomit bile.

-More than his shit writing and gross sex scenes even.

 

[blue gopher snakes]

[Previous Post]

Chapter 8, Sleepover
We open on a peaceful morning scene with Fran and Robbie spooning like the totally ghey and not cishetero at ALL couple they have apparently become over the course of one night.

A light rain fell, barely a mist under the shelter of the oak’s broad leaves.

What a lovely way to start the day: soaked through with dew.

Fran squirmed closer to him, relishing the feeling of his arms around her and the lingering frisson of his tongue sliding slick and muscular into her asshole.

Wait WHAT? I have read seven previous chapters about how disgusting these two men have been on their meandering hunt for fresh-cut zombie balls and now the author forces poor Robbie to LICK FRAN'S DIRTY ASSHOLE? That is probably the most disgusting thing I have read so far in this book and that includes the anal rape of a transsexual with a barbed undead penis.

When he’d gone down on her, tonguing and kissing the stiff length and soft folds of the hateful thing she called her cunt when she called it anything at all, holding her loose skin between his teeth and pressing his nose into the sticky hollows of her thighs where they met her pelvis, she’d had to stuff her fist into her mouth to keep from screaming.

I had to read it and now you do too. What, pray tell, is Grootchen referring to as the "stiff length" of a woman's cunt? Tell me you never found a clit without telling me you never found a clit.

Additionally, recall that Robbie is on her period. So we have dirty assed trooner licking up the STIFF LENGTH of an Aiden's dirty menstrual cunt and this is obviously why this book is classified as horror. I expect a later chapter wherein both of these disgusting perverts suffer from antibiotic-resistant pinkeye.

Not far away Beth slept with her back turned to them, hugging her knees, chin tight against her chest. A single spot of blood darkened her bike shorts, just over her anus.

In case you didn't remember that Beth got raped in the ass by a zombie, the author helpfully reminds you with this little gem. "Hey hey, remember? You know it was butt rape because she's got bloody bike shorts. And the blood is where her ANUS is. Which is where butt rape happens." Like goodness. I can't believe how shitty this writing is. It's not even the subject matter, although that also deserves criticism, it's the WRITING that is the real crime in this book.

The throuple gets moving through a lumber yard (get it? WOOD? Penis.) and Beth starts bleeding heavily from the asshole. Because of the asshole rape.

Beth had insisted on walking and already Fran saw bloodstains spreading on the backs of her ratty olive leggings where her cuts were tearing open.

Motherfucker you JUST SAID she was wearing bike shorts.

She moved with a stiff, halting stride between piles of moldering two-by- fours, from which delicate blades of grass sprouted like arm hair.

Who has ever described grass in this way in the history of literature? Nobody, that's who. Is it because that's a shitty simile that should have been deleted the moment Grootchen typed it one-handed into his Macbook? It's transphobic if you answer that question.

We learn that the trio are headed towards Indi's place (she of estrogen-synthesizing fame) when Beth and Fran have a moment of tension. Beth insists that he's FINE which is the most female thing he's done in this whole book. Now we just need something like a long pause followed by, "You know the problem with you is..." and he'll have achieved peak female argument opening remarks status.

one town over in Exeter was the sprawling pig-and-chicken outfit owned by a bunker brat, Sophie Widdel, whose billionaire parents had vanished on T-Day and left her with an armed security detail, a vault full of nonperishables and potable water, and the perfect sprawling underground complex to house it all. The town had to treat her like something between a CEO and a feudal baroness, which was a better deal than you got with most brats.

Ah yes, the ever-present seethe. You'll notice we now have a new word referring to women: brat. Behold GFM's contempt for both the wealthy AND women in one section of exposition.

Fran had heard there was a Gates baby somewhere in Connecticut who kept a big pit full of men in her bunker and fed them anyone who pissed her off, like Jabba the Hutt serving his dancers up raw to the stop-motion monster under his palace.

NERD

After encountering a pair of BLACK children (representation matters, y'all) that become justifiably frightened at the sight of three sexual predators, the trio encounters the TERFs and their XX convoy once again. They sneak away undetected and head for Indi's house.

They came toward it from Almena after cutting down Troy, making their way through the riotous overgrowth of abandoned lawns overrun by sumac and some long-dead rich idiot’s ornamental dropseed run rampant.

Why do I get the feeling that GFM wrote this (and the other sections like it) with Google Streetview open in a browser window? It's so strangely specific and boring.

We meet Indi, a supermorbidly obese woman described in decidedly unflattering terms. Oh and also she's apparently a hoarder. Seems exactly like the kind of societal dead-end that would aid and abet a pack of trannies in a troonpocalypse.

“She has an assload of open wounds,” said Fran

Unintentional comedy? I laughed.

Beth avails himself of some unearned emotional labor from Indi and cries into her pillowy arms about getting ass-raped by a zombie.

The second she’d seen Indi in the door, she’d wanted nothing but to fall against her and dissolve into a screaming, drooling mess, to let the other woman’s body absorb the pent-up misery of the last week.

In case you thought I was being hyperbolic. Typical man-child. Wah wah let Mommy kiss it better.

Indi stitches Beth's face shut again, re-doing the work Fran had done that time I went full retard and said they were watching the sunset. Beth falls asleep or passes out from the pain as Indi cleans his busted asshole. And then, when he wakes up, this happens.

Her head ached as though it might split down her nose and through her philtrum at any moment. “Indi, will you fuck me?”

Here comes the feeder fodder. Beth begs hideously for bobs and vagene.

Indi pretending that she didn’t want just that, that it was irrelevant to her that someone would approach her on their hands and knees, would beg without shame to touch the quivering hillsides of her body.

I thought no means no?

Also.

Quivering. Hillsides. Of her body.

Wat.

She began to cry again in thick, snotty gasps that quickly sealed her nose and reduced each breath to a whining gurgle.
Fuck me, so I can pretend I’m a girl.

GFM just coming right out stating the part that trannies usually keep to themselves when it comes to their desire for sex from others: Any other participants are props and cardboard cutouts meant solely as a way to prop up the fetish. Partners exist only to keep the illusion going.

Beth falls back asleep after pitifully begging for sex and the other 3 eat dinner while discussing the TERFs. Fran has another sexual moment when he remembers Teach and the book describes it thusly:

She felt a phantom twinge of her desire for that woman, for the cold, bitter mommy-ness of her

So yeah. It's TWANSPHOBIC to accuse trannies of rampant mommy issues when all the while they come out and admit it to one another in their erotic literature. Gotcha Grootch.

Fran suggests that in the face of the upcoming TERF invasion maybe they best escape to OREGON. I know Grootchen has probably never been to Oregon or at least anywhere outside of Portland but let me tell you that in order to GET to Portland one needs to drive through a lot of very un-Portlandy-like Oregonian cities. But of course this is a moot point because Indi is far too fat to survive the journey.

Indi laid a hand on hers. “Francine,” she said gently. “I can’t make that journey. I cannot travel three thousand miles, and even if I could there is no car in America running well enough to get me there, and no unbroken route to drive it on.”
Fran thought for a long time before she spoke again. “It might start out hard, but wouldn’t it get easier as we went?” Her voice trembled. “Like, wouldn’t you get, you know, used to it?”

Remember that Gretchen Felker-Martin is a feeder, everyone. This makes his dick hard.

Indi reveals that she's been made an offer by the "bunker brat" previously mentioned, Sophie, to assist her with fertility treatments so she can become pregnant. Not sure how that works if every expectant mother has a 50/50 chance of being eaten alive from the inside out.

Then they wash dishes and Fran gets horny for Robbie all over again.

Fran tried not to let the play of the candlelight over Robbie’s muscles distract her. He worked the pump with easy, fluid confidence, the same way he’d fucked her the night before. The same way his spit-slick finger had slid in and out of her.

Gross, unwashed and menstruating. Oh yeah. HAWT.

Then there's a large section of will-they-won't-they with Fran and Robbie that is frankly too boring to even bother with. It culminates in outdoor cunnilingus.

Beth is roused by megaphone wielding TERF evangelizers preaching the good gospel:

“We will no longer be beaten, we will no longer be enslaved, we will no longer let the men who wear our identities and steal our history for their own sexual gratification dictate how we live and what we’re allowed to believe! We will no longer let them prey on our daughters!”

A-fucking-men.

The chapter ends with a "Silence is Violence" lecture and a whine that trannies aren't accepted into the sisterhood:

It wasn’t the few who’d cheered that frightened her; it was the rest, watching with guarded expressions, not looking at those among their number who cried Go back to Maryland, you fucking Nazis and Fuck TERFs! The women who looked at each other in a way Beth didn’t understand, a way sealed forever within the cold and rigid bounds of cisness but which nonetheless told her without room for doubt that they couldn’t leave too soon.
That was what scared her.
The women who stayed silent.

This isn't as profound as you think it is, Grootch.

There you have it. Sorry for the delay, all, I got called away to an urgent meeting with the Center for the Advancement of TERFliness.

 

[capsaicin]

Eight chapters in and we've still been given no reason to care about the protagonists.

 

[that can't be right]

I think Fran is the one with the "cunt". In true troon fashion, he calls his girldick a cunt. We're lucky it wasn't "outtie vagina".

 

[Kiwisee]

Welp, there goes my dinner. I’ve read plenty of cringy sex scenes, but this is the first to genuinely disgust me enough to not want to eat again for a while.

It’s more disgusting to think that this is a world where proper hygiene wouldn’t be possible either.

 

[Peaches Demure]

I think Fran is the one with the "cunt". In true troon fashion, he calls his girldick a cunt. We're lucky it wasn't "outtie vagina".

Yeah, that was my impression, as well. The "folds" Grootchen is talking about refer to Fran's wrinkly ballsack. Let that sink in, guys. I'm surprised he didn't outright mention Robbie does "muffing" on Fran. I dare you to look that word up.

 

[Hugbox Kommissar]

Your continued suffering pleases us. o7.

delicate blades of grass sprouted like arm hair.

As you might expect from a tranny, the author is obsessed with skin, body hair, and body fluids.

I'd be curious to find out what the author's political views are. The only governments we see in the post-apocalypse are "council city-state" and "TERF nazi empire"

 

[umami's milk]

[Previous Chapter]

WELCOME TO PART TWO: THE NEW WOMYN'S COMMONWEALTH.​

Part 2, Chapter 1: SICUT PATRIBUS, SIT DEUS NOBIS -> This is the Boston motto. Translated from Latin it means "God be with us as he was with our fathers"

It was Ramona’s day off, and Feather’s bedroom smelled like sex and weed and Hunan Palace.

Who the fuck are you?

Feather, their big brown eyes glassy and half-lidded, made a sleepy sound of assent. Ramona wondered idly where they kept their estrogen, if they had it squirreled away in a cool, dark cistern under the apartment building, or if they bought it from one of the city’s freelance testicle collectors.

Well, I suppose we now know how Tran the Fran and Beth make their living around here. Feather can now be added to the long list of uwu gendercool names these characters have given themselves.

They weren’t really a tranny, not in the dangerous way; they’d had their balls cut off sometime before T-Day, so there was no chance they’d catch it even if they stopped taking their E.

Is that so? Males still have ways of producing testosterone excluding the testes. In the adrenal gland. Also, didn't we just hear about the viral video clip of a transwoman who turned feral just after getting the chop?Shouldn't he have been immune?
Also also, 'they'? Oh are there are enbies now?

So this 'Ramona' chick starts going crazy on this 'Feather' dude. Licking their "bluish" arm stretch marks, munching on his chest hair, and shoving her face deep in them womanly pits. Yum.

"You taste so fucking good," she breathed.

Ew. There's not much left to gawk at except the disgusting body worship of some smelly, tube-breasted tranny. Ramona kisses him and tells him that he's a very dirty gurl and a disgusting creature. There is nothing trannies won't get off to.

"You're a dirty girl,"

HOLY SHIT DID YOU JUST MISGENDER A PRECIOUS ENBIE BABY? TO THE GALLOWS WITH YOU, TRANSPHOBE.

Thankfully for us, this little dry-humping session has been squashed in the name of more urgent matters.

“Central for Lieutenant Pierce, Central for Lieutenant Pierce. Report to City Hall ASAP. Acknowledge. Over.” She scrambled off Feather, kicking them in the hip in her rush to the edge of the bed.
“Sorry!”

I thought it was her day off?
Regardless, the plot thickens. A TERF officer in bed with a tranny? I don't believe it.

Ramona scooted off the edge of the bed, getting her feet under her, stepping into her fatigues, and yanking them up without bothering to look for her underwear. She was dripping a little, but the dark fabric would hide the worst of it.

GFM doesn't know how women work Part... hell, I wasn't keeping count. Aroused women will get wet, but they won't 'drip' no matter how wet they are. Please learn how vicious fluids behave physically.

Boston’s city hall was a brutalist stack of honeycombed concrete cells, recessed windows glinting between its regimented slabs. It faced a long, tiered plaza, the steps of which ran down to Court Street where the old hall and statehouse had been burned and dynamited and now only twisted steel and broken masonry were left. Across the plaza to the north stood the JFK federal building.

I have to fucking laugh. The T.E.R.F actually named the TERF headquarters after her in this universe. Is JRK a supposed war hero in this? I guess we'll just have to see how she dies. Went retard mode. It's John F. Kennedy.

The plaza was mostly empty, except for the dozen or so protesters with
their cardboard NO TERFS and TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS signs who jeered and shouted at her as she hurried past them down the steps.

In this world where men have suddenly turned into zombies, where the future of humanity is bleak, and where TERFs have supposedly taken over, there are still faggots shilling for 'twans rights!' Shouldn't you be more concerned about the fact that a large percentage of the population was just wiped out? About finding food? Shelter? Weapons? a sustainable way of life? No one cares for trannies anymore.

INTRODUCING THE TERFS:
I find that GFM was able to give them more appeal and description as characters in just a few sentences than we got for our three protagonists over the last 80 pages or so. Funny how that works.

“Nice,” chuckled the taller of the two, a black girl with island chains of vitiligo on her cheek, her hands, and across the bridge of her nose. Her
name was Kari or Karin, Ramona thought. Something with a K.

We have our token black character, finally. Comes standard with Tumblr vitiligo, of course.

Major Molly Lang was waiting for her by the stairs. Molly was a broad, stocky dyke somewhere in her late fifties or early sixties—“A lady never tells” was her unchanging reply when asked—with leathery skin and close-cropped silver hair.

I'm assuming she's Asian from that last name, but that's just me being racist I suppose. Old bulldyke. Anyway, Major Lang blows the fuck out of Ramona for coming into work high. Can you blame her? It was supposed to be her day off for fucks sake. Although I'm sure GFM had already forgotten about that as he was writing this section.

“Tell me you weren’t with that thing again.”
Ramona laughed, fighting the urge to look around to see who might have overheard. “Fuck, no,” she said easily. “I told you, I just went a little dick-blind for a minute. I haven’t seen it since.”
Liar. Stupid cunt. She’ll know.

Shouldn't Ramona be strung up for espionage? Or treason? Are enbies tolerated by the TERF party? Ramona should at least be investigated and have her secret boyfriend imprisoned.

The next page is full of useless droning and exposition that don't really matter, but there's this interesting tidbit of zomboy biology.

On the projector screen behind her was a slide of a man cut open from his gonads to his chin, the filth of his cancerous insides laid bare. To either side of that ghastly incision were the bumps of his fledgling breasts.

okaydokay.

Ramona makes her way over to her superior who is none other than thread-favorite: Teach.

Ramona took a moment to compose herself. She closed her eyes and tamped down every thought she didn’t need, every feeling she shouldn’t think about. Soft brown eyes and skin like buttermilk.

Trannies will never have traits that appealing. Yes, enbies are in this category too.

The room within had been transformed, its bare concrete walls obscured by bookshelves and the prints Teach carried everywhere she went in a long, flat black case. Gerda Wegener’s sex doll portraits of her tranny wife, big Bambi eyes and pouty mouths and sleek, plump curves.

Isn't 'The Danish Girl' heralded as trans torture porn now? Also Gerda Wegener, out of ever other piece of media you could've picked that's sympathetic to trannies, is the least offensive.

Hundreds upon hundreds of selfies salvaged from the wreckage of the internet and printed out on photo stock like Polaroids. Bodies posed in feminine contortion, shoulders wrenched to hide their breadth, faces upturned to obscure the jut of blocky jaws and the bulging knots of Adam’s apples. Dyed hair and stick-and-pokes and ragged, choppy bangs. The faces of the enemy.

GFM I gotta applaud you because you are roasting your own kind better than I ever could. I'm sure you and all your tranny friends are showing up in this collection.

“You kept yourself together under fire,” said the older woman, turning from the window so that the light blazed around her in a golden aureole. Her voice was low and throaty, her gray eyes almost colorless in the sun’s glare. The XX tattoo on her forehead stood out livid against her pale skin.
“I was impressed.”

So this Ramona lady is part of the same group that was hounding Beth and Tran. Septum Piercingg.
She's not the one who got hit, of course, that's some other girl.

“You’re a Hollywood girl, aren’t you?” Teach pulled open the desk’s bottom drawer and drew out a half-empty bottle of Glenlivet and two paper cups. She poured, then pushed one toward Ramona across the weighted-down maps.

This is a bit nitpicky, but it confused me. GFM I know you're an east coast man but regular people don't talk like this. Saying 'you're a hollywood gal' implies she was some sort of movie star. Just say LA, SoCal, or even Beverly Hills next time.

"My dad lived out there, after he and my mom split. She got diagnosed with lung cancer April of twenty eighteen and I moved back to PA to take care of her. So, a few months before T-Day.”

Okay, dude. You don't have to follow the less-than-a-hundred rule when talking about the date. April of 2018. April of '18 works fine.
'April of twenty eighteen' is the worst fucking way I've seen someone describe a date in my entire fucking life. We know when T-Day happens, though.
Summer of 2018. It shouldn't take you 90 fucking pages to establish a time and date for your apocalyptic moment.

“She died in the blackouts. My brothers...” A great amorphous mass of sadness heaved up suddenly from the depths of her stomach, beaching itself inside her.
She blinked her tearsback furiously, short of breath. “I’m sorry.”
Nut up. Fucking nut up and stop crying like a little bitch.
Those big, pale eyes moved over Ramona like searchlights cutting fog.
“It was a bad time for all of us, Pierce,” Teach said softly.

These so-called TERFs are just normal, empathetic people. This is the most human response to the tradegy I've seen so far and it's happening from 'the enemy'. No cringy porn-laced one liner. No happy rejection of twansphobic family. These TERFS can't even be called TERFS or even radfems judging by how they miss the men in their lives. Does GFM honestly want me to not be on their side?

She sniffed. “I saw you speak, ma’am. In Philly, two years after.”
How many times have you heard that the world is over?

Uh... what day is it? So was someone just repeating Teach's Speech last chapter?

“Then congratulations, Captain Pierce. I’ll expect you in the plaza tomorrow with your new command.”
“Ma’am, I don’t know what to say.”
Teach’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “Say yes.”

So Teach is not only shown to be gracious, but is also charismatic. A complete foil to the troon gang.
Anyway they hug it all out and Ramona gets promota. The end.

This has been the most bearable chapter in the entire book so far for me and it was all about the guys you were supposed to hate.

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Why the fuck are these ladies getting undercuts. For military purposes maybe? It's one of the ugliest hairstyles, men or women, but more importantly I thought it was a hairstyle reserved for Gaydens or enbies.

 

[Accept Only Substitutes]

LICK FRAN'S DIRTY ASSHOLE

This is the apocalypse. There are no showers or even toilet paper to be found. Did Micah even stop for a second to think about that? Has this retard even ever been camping? Ain't no one licking assholes in the woods.

Maybe Nick Bates. If he weren't in prison and all.

(I'd rate myself horrifying if I could)

Fuck me, so I can pretend I’m a girl.

There it is. The money shot. We've often wondered if troons really think they are a woman or if they really do know it's all a cope. Thankfully Micah is such a piss-poor author that he's given us full access to what is basically his own subconscious thoughts.

All writing is personal. It's filtered through the authors own experiences and personal biases. If an author isn't careful they can essentially powerlevel without ever actually revealing anything. That's what this whole book is, because if there one thing that's obvious about Micah's book it's that it's his own fantasies and nothing more. Hes not skilled enough to hide it.

So, since I know he's reading let me just say thanks dude!

Edit:

On the projector screen behind her was a slide of a man cut open from his gonads to his chin, the filth of his cancerous insides laid bare. To either side of that ghastly incision were the bumps of his fledgling breasts.

Look, Micah did it again. That's a Troon, yet he is called him and man.

This gets better and better.

Also, why did they cut him from gonads to chin instead of using an autopsy Y cut? The tissues around the groin can be sampled without cutting them open like that and the rest of the organs would be removed and sampled and examined. I admit I'm not a doctor, but I see any reason they'd cut anyone open that much.

 

[umami's milk]

Dude started partying before the fun even started

Spoiler: twitter

Who is rallying? the same 4 followers of yours? Close ranks? You know this is just making the trans movement sound like one huge unanimous blob.

This is hardly anything to brag about. These are such ultra-specific genres.

 

[BoobWhiskers]

... Is he saying that in his story jk is raped then killed? Cause that's what it seems to be implying to me .

Listen, this author is trying very hard to convince the world that trannies aren't a bunch hulking, predatory rapists in dresses who want to murder and violate cis women. Granted, writing about trans women characters who seem to be and want to do exactly that seems a bit of a strange way of going about it, but...

Yeah, that was my impression, as well. The "folds" Grootchen is talking about refer to Fran's wrinkly ballsack. Let that sink in, guys. I'm surprised he didn't outright mention Robbie does "muffing" on Fran. I dare you to look that word up.

That passage also talks about Robbie uh, 'holding [Fran's] loose skin between his teeth'. Fellas, quick question, when you think of appealing sexytimes involving your tackle, is getting bit in the scrotum particularly appealing? Call me vanilla, but... pray for Micah's husband.

After reading the TERF chapter, are we SURE that this isn't some advanced 4d chess by a self-loathing troon where they intentionally write a book where the trannies are awful and the TERFs are sympathetic, just to watch the cognitive dissonance of the woke crowd unknowingly championing a laughably accurate book?

 

[FuckedOffToff]

Just wanted to point out that Molly Lang is a very Scottish name, rather than Asian.

 

[Accept Only Substitutes]

After reading the TERF chapter, are we SURE that this isn't some advanced 4d chess by a self-loathing troon where they intentionally write a book where the trannies are awful and the TERFs are sympathetic, just to watch the cognitive dissonance of the woke crowd unknowingly championing a laughably accurate book?

I don't think it's 4d chess, but that is exactly what's going on. I don't think there will be any cognitive dissonance though, because the majority of the people reading it are going to be troons, terfs, or us. Troons aren't self aware enough to realize the terfs are sympathetic, but they'll all see themselves in the troons because they're all that awful.

The terfs and us both agree that this is surprisingly realistic. Because duh.

Any allies who read it are either going to be turned off by the porn or the gore (if there is any), or side with the trannies and just not see that they are awful. They might see that the terfs are sympathetic, but they are Troon allies and predisposed to "kill the terf" so it's unlikely. It would take a very skilled author to be able to write them sympathetic enough to be able to punch through their implicit biases. I highly doubt Micah could do it if he tried and he certainly couldn't do it on accident, although he's off to a good start on that front.