Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild

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That's a problem with incels in general, and most TIMs are just really intense incels. Remember Russel Greer? A girl gave him pity attention, he creeped, she ghosted, he stalked, she said "stop", he stalked, her boyfriend said "stop", he demanded she attend mediation with him to work on her "issues" with their "relationship", and the rest is history. The only thing special about his case is how far he took it and how many people saw it happen. I've repeatedly made the mistake of trying to be pity friends with incels in the past, and they always got way too creepy, no exceptions. The TIMs were always the worst of them. (Don't ever do humanitarian volunteer work, ladies.)
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Not IRL, but online. More and more, I've been seeing TIMs using selling platforms as an excuse to post photos of themselves online. Just an hour or less ago while looking at a blouse, I immediately clocked a TIM in the review pics. He tried and failed to block out his Adam's apple with his phone, the man hand holding the phone looks like something off of /x/, his waistline (in a blouse with shirring around the waist to accentuate it) is almost an exact 1:1 with his lack of hips, and his feet are so hairy that they look dark and I was confused as to why a white person had the feet of a streetshitter.

Why yes, I did in fact save it. Buuuuut as is often the case "The uploaded file was not an image as expected."
Reminder that Staticness is an Indian piece of shit here to do Indian damage control and his opinion does not matter.
 
A family member is assistant manager at a Burger King*. The labor shortage is still pretty nuts out here and so they're at the point of hiring just about any humanoid shaped being with a pulse just to be able to have the store open regular hours and maybe occasionally take lunch breaks. To my relative's chagrin, the other manager signed off on the hire of a MTF troon named Lacey June. Lacey June is a chubby manlet standing about 5'5 with greasy, hairy gorilla arms, hot pink lipstick, and an unwashed ratty ponytail. My kinspersyn was put in charge of training this spectacle.

It start off badly when my clansfellow began instructing Lacey June about the register. Lacey June kept interrupting and then looking away while being spoken to. It then escalated to Lacey June rudely interrupting conversations with customers. After a day of this, my relative told the other manager, "I don't think I can train this person because I literally can't get a word in edgewise."

Lacey June extended each one of his scheduled breaks by at least half again. On top of that, he kept taking off to use the toilet and staying there a suspiciously long time.

Then Lacey June announced that he had an upset tummy. He left early.

30 minutes later he pulls through the drive thru and orders 4 burgers, large fry, and a milkshake, which he then parks and begins consuming.

The manager had had enough at that point and told him he was done.

*all names have been changed to protect the innocent. Or have they?
 
A family member is assistant manager at a Burger King*. The labor shortage is still pretty nuts out here and so they're at the point of hiring just about any humanoid shaped being with a pulse just to be able to have the store open regular hours and maybe occasionally take lunch breaks. To my relative's chagrin, the other manager signed off on the hire of a MTF troon named Lacey June. Lacey June is a chubby manlet standing about 5'5 with greasy, hairy gorilla arms, hot pink lipstick, and an unwashed ratty ponytail. My kinspersyn was put in charge of training this spectacle.

It start off badly when my clansfellow began instructing Lacey June about the register. Lacey June kept interrupting and then looking away while being spoken to. It then escalated to Lacey June rudely interrupting conversations with customers. After a day of this, my relative told the other manager, "I don't think I can train this person because I literally can't get a word in edgewise."

Lacey June extended each one of his scheduled breaks by at least half again. On top of that, he kept taking off to use the toilet and staying there a suspiciously long time.

Then Lacey June announced that he had an upset tummy. He left early.

30 minutes later he pulls through the drive thru and orders 4 burgers, large fry, and a milkshake, which he then parks and begins consuming.

The manager had had enough at that point and told him he was done.

*all names have been changed to protect the innocent. Or have they?
Wow.

Sounds like he passes perfectly! 😎
 
This was a number of years ago, when I was in college. I was about to have lunch, I think, at the local Chick-fil-A, when I noticed a woman standing nearby. She was patiently waiting for her food, as many others were, and I thought her to be a lesbian at first. She had many of the signs (namely cropped hair, a plaid flannel shirt , khaki shorts, and thick-rimmed glasses). That is, until the cashier called out the name of Ryan, and the woman approached. She got her food, and that's the last I ever saw of her. A rather minor event, but memorable nonetheless.

Another possible example occurred in high-school, of all places. It was a young, portly girl with hair dyed an unnatural red. I used to sit and have lunch with her, on occasion, but that stopped after she confessed to me that she thought herself to be a boy. I told her I wouldn't think less of her, but that I also wouldn't/couldn't support the idea. She then started hanging out with a group of young men at the table next to mine. Thankfully, it seems she moved on from that in the years since, as I encountered her in college, and she seemed to be your garden-variety lesbian instead.
 
My dad drives a bus, and he occasionally has to pick trans people up. For the record, most of the ones he’s encountered are fat.

As for me, personally, there was this one time we went on a tour through Howe Caverns, and the tour was a somebody who looked and sounded female but was named George. My sister almost embarrassed us by referring to them as a “she”, but, to their credit, they forgave us. If this was a trans person, then it was the nicest one we’ve ever met.
 
Had one catch me off guard today. 40-50 something man in a supermarket. Extremely lanky frame and leathery, sun-dried skin. The archetypical middle aged housing commission bogan. Someone who has smoked and lived in cheap housing communities their whole life. Wearing that same sweaty looking sleeveless shirt that they all wear - but also wearing his thinning hair pulled tightly back into a pink ponytail. Very highly arched ponytail, too. And behind him was a short waddling round woman with danger hair of her own.

I'm still not even sure if it was a Troon or not. I gave him a glance, then a second look, then a third. I wasn't able to assimilate enough details about the rest of his body. I didn't catch what shoes and pants/dress he had.

Normally I would assume someone that looks extremely clearly like a grizzled smoker is just someone trying out a bizarre hair style. But I know you can't assume sanity like that.

I'm seeing enough random Boomers with red/blue/green hair lately that I genuinely think they are adopting it as a fashion trend, completely ignorant of any of it's cultural connotations. It makes everything even more confusing.
 
every single retail store/restaurant I've gone to in the last couple months have had a TIF working there with he/him pronoun pins. Every. Single. One.
ALL of them have been chubby white girls with facial piercings and badly dyed hair.
Their voices ALL sound like awkward pre-teen girls- I don't know how, but they have identical voices, and none of them sound like a normal adult. They CERTAINLY don't sound like men, or even like boys.
They've also all been extremely nice and accommodating but... it's depressing. I feel like I'm witnessing a tragedy that I simply can't do anything about.
 
I'm seeing enough random Boomers with red/blue/green hair lately that I genuinely think they are adopting it as a fashion trend, completely ignorant of any of it's cultural connotations. It makes everything even more confusing.

I've seen this as well, particularly among older gen X and Boomer women. Nothing political about it, I think a lot of 40 and 50 something women are just trying out colored hair now because they notice it's become more normalized and they want to try something new.

Remember that the connection between "brightly colored hair" and "woke" is very recent. Up until recently it just meant you were going through a goth phase or that you considered yourself an artsy type. Most older normies probably never picked up the political connection, and they are just thinking "a lot of baristas have blue hair these days, maybe I'll give it a try too!"
 
Why yes, I did in fact save it. Buuuuut as is often the case "The uploaded file was not an image as expected."
Because I want that tax, this is what works for me:
Open the file in any image editor, crop a sliver off one edge and save copy. Then try to attach the cropped copy.

Also I fucking hate that. I'm overly tall so I depend on other tall women telling me that the leggings I'm shopping for don't fit like capris.
Lately every SINGLE FUCKING TIME I see "I'm 6ft and..." in a review it's a motherfuckin AGP ogre looking for validation. At least in olden times the crossdressers had the courtesy to say how much their 'wife' liked the size 11 heels and plus size fishnets.
 
We have a homeless guy (or maybe he has home, but is just kind of a "street person"? idk. Don't see him sleeping rough, but he's ALWAYS hanging round public transport, out front of the supermarket, hanging around shops, etc), who's just been a fixture in my suburb, since forever. I don't even know if you can really call him "trans"- Seems like more of just a throwback to good, old-fashioned "crazy fucker" status.

He's maybe in his 50s/60s, and mostly wears this bright red, business-looking skirt/blazer ensemble, with a white turtle-neck, and unnaturally-pointy, 50s/60s-style "torpedo titties", with red high heels. And a chestnut-brown wig, so badly-kept that that it honestly looks like he balls it up and stuff it in his pocket, when he's not wearing it. He has more of a "drag queen" look, than anything you'd usually expect to see an actual woman wearing. But it's maybe something a trailer-trash 50yo alcoholic grandma would wear, if she was had to go to a job interview, or court, or something she had to "look business-like" for. He also wears super-trashy, drag queenish make-up- bright blue eye-shadow, shiny red lipstick, etc.

But the punchline is, he almost always has a full beard- like maybe 2 or 3 months growth. Occaissionally just stubble, but usually just a proper fucking beard lol. Similar look to when Chuck Norris has a beard. He also seems to make absolutely zero effort toward "lady-like" body-language; In fact, he seems to go the other way, lol- Even by male standards, he has an EXTREMELY bow-legged gait, he wears these scuffed-up leather heels every day but still walks exactly like a man who has to wear high-heels for a halloween costume or something. He has no problem scratching his balls without a hint of self-consciousness. It almost seems like he's TRYING to act as 'manly' as possible, He's like some SNL character or something, like a truck-driver or lumberjack who's dressed like a woman for no explicable reason, but still acts 100% male.

Every now and then he does actually shave, revealing his pointy chin and dramatic 'lantern-jaw'; I guess maybe that's WHY he usually has the beard? It DOES sort of 'soften his face' in a way lol. But 90% of the time he has the beard, and I don't think I've ever seen him wearing anything except these weird business-like, 80s/90s-looking skirt/jacket combos, presumably from some Goodwill second-hand shop. I've never spoken to him; I just try to avoid eye-contact and look at my phone or something, if I ever have to walk past him.

But I guess this is what granny-trannys like Tommy Tooter must seem like, to THEIR neighbours- Just this baffling, weird old dude in a skirt and high heels, who you have to avoid looking at any time you need to buy milk at the 7-11, at 2am.
 
I went out drinking the other night. Among the group of people with intersecting social ties came two trannies, both passing about as well as any troon does. Midway through the evening, one of the guys said something appreciative about titties. One of the troons leaned over to me and excitedly muttered "Egg! Egg!"

I've made it a game every time I encounter one in a social setting. How many minutes before the grooming predator licks its lips and tries hunting for someone else to troon out? Because I have yet to encounter a *single* tranny who wasn't hyperfixated on spreading the fetish.
 
Saw another one recently. Facial hair, fat, balding, looks 10 years older than he actually is. Wears a badly fitted dress. Found out he and his sister were in the system and that their father nearly killed one of them. I got a sense he was depressed and loathed every aspect about himself. I pity those kids.
 
There's someone who's probably an ftm tranny working at one of the stores around me. They have a thin little beard but are like 5'4 with a slight build and a weird oompa loompa voice.
 
Because I want that tax, this is what works for me:
Open the file in any image editor, crop a sliver off one edge and save copy. Then try to attach the cropped copy.
Success!
gtfo that blouse.png
 
Had one catch me off guard today. 40-50 something man in a supermarket. Extremely lanky frame and leathery, sun-dried skin. The archetypical middle aged housing commission bogan. Someone who has smoked and lived in cheap housing communities their whole life. Wearing that same sweaty looking sleeveless shirt that they all wear - but also wearing his thinning hair pulled tightly back into a pink ponytail. Very highly arched ponytail, too. And behind him was a short waddling round woman with danger hair of her own.

I'm still not even sure if it was a Troon or not. I gave him a glance, then a second look, then a third. I wasn't able to assimilate enough details about the rest of his body. I didn't catch what shoes and pants/dress he had.

Normally I would assume someone that looks extremely clearly like a grizzled smoker is just someone trying out a bizarre hair style. But I know you can't assume sanity like that.

I'm seeing enough random Boomers with red/blue/green hair lately that I genuinely think they are adopting it as a fashion trend, completely ignorant of any of it's cultural connotations. It makes everything even more confusing.
That just sounds like mt druitt on a good day, with all the danger hairs getting kicked out into outer suburbs for housing affordability.
 
So worth it!

It's a subtle, almost quietly tragic one. The outfit sucks but the pieces are modest and gently feminine. The soft colours and attempt at mitigating the box torso show that this troon is trying his little heart out. He's probably listened to advice from his handmaidens, and read articles on how to dress for your body type etc, but nothing can compensate for those hands...
And those feet, and those shoulders, and that neck.
So the overall effect is like when the man teachers at my school wore drag for charity day, but it was a school so the outfits were church lady not day shift hooker.
 
Ran into the big shopping center to pick up an order for a family member. As I'm leaving I am accosted by the Great Wall of Trans:

1. Male 1, about 5'9 and 300 lbs, wearing classic mall goth attire. Greasy yet receding hairline, problem glasses, lots of jewelry coming out of various facial holes.
2. Male 2, about 6'0 and 400 lbs, wearing fishnets and short shorts (it was 39 outside) and a deep v bodice thingie that showed his pale, hairy chest and moobs. Receding and gnarly hair also, but in this case also dyed Gwen Stefani 2001 pink.

I don't have to "imagine the smell" it wafted, overpowering the warm buttery aroma of Auntie Ann's.
 
Coming out of work couple of weeks ago waiting at the tram, out of the corner of my eye i see the ugliest blonde hair I've ever seen. Look closer its a patchy shit wig from the cheap chinese markets, realize its a troon take in the god awful fashion sense on a weekday in a busy central business district dressed like its going clubbing.

Stripper stilettos at least 6 inches high black fishnet stockings a tiny leopard print mini skirt, had some sort of cardigan over it but i'm pretty sure the top was sparkly, adams apple as big as my fist. Ugliest purse I've ever seen and enormous shoulder bag bulging with what imagine is enough dilators for a year. I'm not much into the make up but it looked similar to a night on the town after one to many beers.

The guy could barely walk in his heels, got off a few down the street watched him struggle to walk up the street and around the corner no doubt heading up to oxford street.

Took a sneaky pic to show my partner how god awful it was.

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I feel sick knowing there is one prowling around Sydney CBD, especially when I work near there
 
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