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Started this off trying to answer "Is he alive?" Couldn't find anything in the last year, found some interesting photos:
Still hawking art, maybe still alive? https://society6.com/shaehatten
No posts in a year here: https://imgur.com/user/bundleofshae
Defunct: https://www.instagram.com/Shae.meful/
Nothing here within the last year: https://pholder.com/u/bundleofshae/
** Note the deer tattoo on the left shoulder.
Troon out led to divorce. Snippet of conversation left here: https://web.archive.org/web/20190317095352/https://www.reddit.com/user/BundleOfShae says no genital dysphoria, so I don't know why he's hacking off the ballsack. Chasing the coom? If so, why not save the skin for the inevitable vaginoplasty. I wrote this before I found the newart.com account.
Has a fetlife, Fetlife.com/users/9863829
Facebook.com/bundleofshae

msmSaline at https://forums.newart.com
Annnd google.com "site:https://forums.newart.com/ msmSaline" search term turned up this, why do I read this thread, it makes me see things I can't unsee: Archive

Note deer tattoo. Fucking Portland, every time.

Edit: He filled his balls with silicone, https://forums.newart.com/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=51621 The orchiectomy and a scrotectomy was in late February 2020, postings in 2021, so I don't think sepsis got him. Also gay, obviously. This one is getting sad.
Edit 2: Removed unnecessary insults, after reading more sad newart posts. Archive Archive
"My name is Shae and I used to post here all the time. I spent 11 years practicing saline inflation and I wrote the PDF guide that many of you found around the internet."
I found this PDF and attached it here. WARNING
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Here's his FFS with no visible change for the low price of $54k
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If people do not think you need much work, and you don't mind spending the extra money (totally worth it by the way for their facilities and aftercare and proprietary hardware), I say go with Facial Team.
A lot of people online say that facial team does not do enough to make you look female, but I don't really agree with that sentiment, and it didn't really matter to me because I just wanted them to delete everything masculine about me, not buff up anything that is feminine already or that isn't there. so when I had my console I told them that exactly, that I just wanted everything that testosterone has done to my bones to go away. That said this is what I had done
Starting from the bottom I had a trachea shave. I also got chin and jaw contouring, and I asked them to focus on lifting my chin more than feminizing the back of my jaw, as I have had a very tall jawline that wasn't very masculine. At first I was going to get a second hair transplant while I was there to fill in what I had done a couple years earlier, but after considering that they would need to shave a lot of my hair, I decided I was happy with my 33-year-old hair that is slightly thinner, it keeps coming back everyday even 1.5 years into transitioning and I think it was wise to spend my money elsewhere, so I had them do a lift lift instead. that was my one bit of vanity that I say I wouldn't have needed otherwise but I love the way it came out and it's much more feminine. I got a rhinoplasty since I had a big bump on my nose and they also fixed some of my deviated septum. This is what takes forever to heal and I still have hard nodules to the left and right of my nose but it looks pretty natural at this point. The end result however will be much thinner. I also had brow reconstruction, where they burrow back the brow bone and put a metal plate in and overall get rid of that male profile when you look from the side. That is when I noticed things the most from a profile view, however now that it is the end of February (I had my FFS done on October 23rd), all the swelling is gone even the residual stuff and my muscle and tissue are starting to reapply themselves where it needs to happen. The pic above at this point isn't even a good example of what I look like.
Since this is about my face and the results I don't mind sharing my Instagram here, feel free to check it out.
www.instagram.com/shae.meful
It cost me in total for the procedures about $54,000 USD.
Flying from the United States West coast, including some first class and business class on the way back was about four grand. Paying for things in Marbella is expensive as there isn't anything like fast food, it's a tourist town for old expensive white people. Plan on eating steak and nice food, unless you stay elsewhere.
that said I highly recommend if you can afford it paying to use hotel Marbella, which is closely entwined with facial team. I had a nurse visit me everyday.
Hope this answers your questions, feel free to ask me more.

Found his 5 month post-op follow up:
"My nightmare scrotectomy / orchiectomy 5 month post-op results. Thankful and extremely pleased (NSFW)."
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Ask me anything! Now that I'm out of the traumatizing experience I went through, healed up and happy I wanted to share my results. This is how it should have been 5 months ago. My fiancee is very pleased with the aesthetic, and I am too. I do not need to tuck for pretty much all outfits, and if I do need to it's just for a few cute panties or very tight leggings. Even then, it is pain-free, comfortable, and easy. I'm trying to think of it downside and I can't really think of anything except for the fact that the new fold in my skin gave me some annoying ingrown hairs along the scar, however plucking them religiously is slowly causing them to stay away and alleviate the problem.
I look back at the nightmare post and cringe. in retrospect I wish I had sued someone for negligence, but in all honesty once I knew I was in the clear I just wanted to be completely separated from the people that put me through the horror. at the end of the day I will say it was all worth it and I would do it again to reach this place I am at now.
My dysphoria has been eliminated completely. I am back to being myself. I go to the nude beach almost weekly and feel extremely confident. I often feel hot. Now that this is out of the way, I feel like nothing could stop me from achieving my goals. As of last week I hit 2 years on hormones as a cherry on top.
And to add a fun additional comment, I am currently recovering from a breast augmentation and think I'm going to be extremely pleased with that as well. It's only been a few days post-op and I haven't even gotten to see the twins yet. I got a minor lift to fix some asymmetry and so far I only have more sensitivity. :). Really looking forward to next summer...
Cheers everyone, I could cry right now. This was a really long road.

Comment from another post about his mental/physical health conditions
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Hi. 🧠🤯
Broken person here. You are not wrong (nor does it bother me because that's how I view myself).
I'm going to start off by saying I don't think anyone can deem us broken or not except for ourselves, the people who are suffering from whatever ailment we're considering.
I am almost 35 years old, and in my years I have learned that we are all the center of our own universe. Many people with mental defects don't even know there's anything wrong with them. So their modality works just fine IMO. Now, socially and medically of course we are going to have baselines such as, can you hold a job, and can you get along with other people without losing your temper etc etc, can you remember what day of the week it is? Can you walk? So on...
I have something called Polymicrogyria. Essentially, I have a portion of my brain that has many more gyri than usual and they're very small (thus the name. Poly-micro-gyri). Mutant brain yo. When this covers a larger portion of a person's brain than my case (one side), they often get a Downs diagnosis.
At 27 I started having seizures which thankfully medication has put an end to very quicky, and I haven't had a 'fit' (for me that's a grand mal) since 2011. It's been there since I was in utero.
Even though the seizures are controlled, I have to take medicine twice a day to make sure it stays that way. On top of that I have wild mood issues and suffer from Bipolar. I digress.
I have an extremely hard time holding a job and mania has led me to make many mistakes repeatedly over the years. You don't fix it, you manage it.
So yes, broken fits sometimes. The things I don't like about myself I cannot fix and I have tried for many years; it's better just to get on with it.
That said I am creative, artistic, and most of all empathetic among other traits. I consider these traits to be tied to my disability, so in some ways I feel like an upgraded human.
TLDR: You're only broken if you feel you are

Breast augmentation
38A to 36DD, Breast Augmentation with Dr Orlando, Portland OR, 2 Months Post-op. 🍈🍈
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Breast Augmentation 4 Month Post-op comparison (NSFW)
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Super pleased.

Medium profile gummy bears, sub muscular with right crescent lift. From 'some sort of 38A' up to 36DD. 450cc and 485cc. Edit- I waited 2 years of hormone transition.

Athenix Body Sculpting in Portland OR (Beaverton) with Dr. Orlando. AMA.
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Also found some images of his sex dungeon
1. link/archive/image archive "This is what happens when two trans girls get hitched!"
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Well, I beat off to porn and hold the phone
Reddit cake day came around today
I'm born again, there's no grass on the field
About to coom, I'm headed for home
My prolapsed brown-eyed handsome man
TERFS can't understand the way I feel

Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to coom today!
Put me in coach, I'm ready to coom today
Look at me, I can be AmHole!!
 

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Hello everyone.

My name is Shae and I used to post here all the time. I spent 11 years practicing saline inflation and I wrote the PDF guide that many of you found around the internet.

Three years ago I moved from injecting saline to silicone.
I went to Tijuana twice for this, and injected twice on my own. The total amount of silicone I had in my scrotum was 400 cc. Over time that grew bigger than a grapefruit. If you are familiar with Andrew Christian underwear, I was forced to buy their Trophy Boy line, which is made for extremely endowed men. But I stretched out all of mine from my balls alone.

I have watched three people I know suffer, and two of them die from misuse of silicone. I know two others who died from complications down the line.

A year and a half ago I had my silicone surgically removed, but they could only get 95% of it. Even then, with the swelling and scar tissue and additional hydrocells that form after the surgery, I was still about the size of a softball. The 5% that they could not get was stuck in between the skin of my scrotum and they assume it was where I pulled the needles out.

Fast forward.

2 days ago on the 20th I got an orchiectomy and a scrotectomy. An orchiectomy is where they remove your testicles, and a scrotectomy is where they remove the entire scrotum. I'm recovering right now and the swelling reminded me of my saline days having to waddle around my place.

I cannot tell you how happy I am for this mess to be over and to be back to normal. Because of all the extra skin I had developed over the years from the heavy weight and large volume of silicone, I think I will look pretty normal once healed. Basically a little bit of scrotal skin that appears just as it would appear if anyone who had never done sailing or silicone had their testes removed via orchiectomy.

2 years ago I came out as a transgender woman so a lot of this is going to be very particular to my personal feelings and goals. However, it wasn't until I moved to where I live now, and hearing the word "transgender" that I learned who I was. I had three years of silicone that I lived with up until that point. By year two I was very very very tired of the silicone.
You can't involve yourself with normal life like you want to, the novelty of everything wears off very quickly, and the reactions that people give you become extremely depressing.

I truly believe, absent from my own opinion about myself, that many people practice these fetishes as a form of compartmentalizing other issues.

I also truly believe that regardless of the above point being true or not, this can easily become an addiction. Addictions are never good no matter what they are. It does not let you live life to the fullest because everything is about the addiction. The things that truly matter to you can easily get pushed aside and sometimes blotted out completely when one cannot control their addictions.

It was all a addiction for me, including all the saline I did starting at age 17. I'm approaching 34. I was chasing euphoria and not dealing with my problems.

So if you find yourself going deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole, consider how things might end up. The day I decided to get silicone I remember saying to myself, "I just want to have fun until I die and I don't care what the repercussions of that may be." I then sought out a partner who would let me do whatever I want. I feel extremely guilty because they ended up getting 200 cc's of silicone as well while in Mexico, and I totally regret influencing that decision as we are now broken up and they wish it wasn't there.

I am extremely fortunate that the root of my problems ended up being my gender dysphoria. The reason I abused my genitals so much, and yes I do consider it self-harm at this point, is because I was so uncomfortable with who I was, I just wanted to be anything else, even if that was an animal, or some sort of lustful fetish freak.

But I know many people don't have opportunities like me to just chop things off their body. I am thankful to myself for not ever letting it get to the point where I was injecting silicone into the actual shaft of my penis. I have no interest in having a vagina, but removing the heavy weight and shame surrounding my balls is life-saving. If someone identifies as male, being forced into a situation where you might have to remove your genitals would be traumatizing at best.

I am fond of everyone I have met here over the years, but with over a decade to think about it, I think I officially would say stay the f*** away from anything that isn't plain old saline.

If I knew you back in the day, feel free to see where I'm at! I'm very proud of who I've become, and I believe with this most recent surgery I've had to fix all these things, the sky is now the limit
[question about injecting sugar water (dextrose) into his scrotum]
In summary, I only did 10% a few times because on the last time it knocked me out and gave me my first seizure from too much sugar in my body. I was fine until I undid the tie off and then all that sugar flooded my body at once and I passed out. I will never know if it was just a coincidence that that was my first seizure due to being up for too many days or something, or if the sugar was the culprit.

to answer your question I do not think there is any reason to ever do more than 5%, at the end of doing however many liters of regular saline you want. The swelling of the dextrose is a awesome effect I will not lie, but I think just doing a little bit of the 5% at the end gives you the effect that you desire. You can seal off and then watch it do its own thing and that is very fun. But to do it from the very beginning of a session I see is kind of pointless because you're going to experience that swelling one way or another until you're at max capacity.

In short, I would not do more than 2 liter of 5%, per week.
You sound bothered by my post. It's all personal so no offense.

For the last 16 years of doing this I have not once claimed anything. in fact everywhere I have ever posted with instructions on how to do this sort of stuff I have first and foremost said I am not a doctor and that you were taking a risk and I am just some random person on the Internet.

If you're finding yourself triggered by what I wrote there then consider why, and how you feel about what you were doing. If you enjoy what you're doing then do it. If you do not care about risks then do it if you want, no one is going to stop you. I am merely telling people my experience. I don't think everyone here is coping and I don't think everyone here is addicted to anything either. But it seemed to really hit you for whatever reason....

My identity struggle is over now that I am transitioning.

The reason why inflation and saline and silicone were so important to me is because it was a way to not feel male.
I can look down and say that doesn't look like a cock, that doesn't look like balls, it just looks like some sort of animal and that made me feel less dysphoric about being male. At the beginning of all of this before I was writing guides and on here 24/7 I was inflating my tits as well for the same exact reason except more obvious.

sorry I seem to have angered you but you do not need to point any of it back at me because I am just a lone individual, with an anecdotal experience, and I am merely sharing my story. clearly I cannot reach through everyone's screen and make them stop doing anything....
Of course. My family has a history of addiction, depression, mental illness and even some cases of schizophrenia. Everybody before me was a drug addict so I have avoided them very well most of my life. I was also adopted by other families so I wasn't as influenced by my parents and learned early on what my vices were. however no one explained to me how sex can become an addiction just like cocaine or heroin or marijuana or poppers etc. there is different types of addiction and they are not always chemical.

The very first time I tried saline it was not to cope, it was out of curiosity because the person that did it I knew was male, but because of the fetish and the practice they seemed more animalistic to me. When I was younger I used to fantasize about being other animals because I was so uncomfortable being a boy. The term transgender never was spoken in front of me until I was 32 so this was the best my imagination could come up with.

so when I was doing this I felt like an animal and not a human and therefore not male in the way society has brought me up. There was a euphoria felt because of this.

The euphoria became tenfold when I introduced dextrose. No longer did I have to go through the process of making myself bigger. The chemical will do it for me, and by removing myself from that part of the equation it felt more natural. And because it felt more natural, the euphoria of not feeling male grew even more.

But slowly it took more and more for that euphoria to remain there. This is when I started doing what I coined as "marathons," spending days and days sometimes over a week injecting constantly. The idea in my head, which I admit wasn't very clear as I was staying up so many days in a row doing this sort of stuff, was to permanently alter the way i looked down there.

fast forward after college and I am now married to my first husband in Boston. My mental health really took a downspin because there was no work for me there for about a year and a half. It was also right before I had my first epileptic seizure so I was having really weird mental problems like hearing things. I only allowed that to happen once before I took myself to a psychiatrist out of self-worry and meds more or less put a car up on the issue for then.

But the whole experience ruined my relationship with my husband so my new focus became on me and my fetish. Instead of facing the hard facts of being out of a career, and needing to get a job I was less happy with, I just kept chasing euphoria to block out all the negative things happening in my life. I was smoking a s*** ton of weed all the time, and doing poppers and saline and dextrose as much as I could.

but the more I did it the less it satisfied and eventually my husband left me because I couldn't get my s*** together.

I had a brief moment in time where I was saved from this practice because I needed to live with friends for a year while I sorted out my life and divorce. because there are so many people around I didn't have a chance to really do anything then.

I never tried working on my depression and I kept going to my fetish to pass the time, to turn off the negative feelings about being alone, and to continue to ignore my gender issues.

The irony of this is that the more of the fetish I involved in myself with, The more my genitals stretched out and looked like a older man's. Which gave me more dysphoria, therefore more coping.

By the time I made it to Portland where I live now, I was looking for anyway I could to avoid dealing with my real life. I had gotten into fisting, I was doing hallucinogens quite frequently, all chasing those moments when I was doing dextrose while my first husband was away at work. nothing ever compared to that euphoria so I just kept looking for deeper ways to find it.

Eventually I had in my head that I just wanted to die. but I'm not the romantic type to slip my wrists or jump off a bridge or swim out into the ocean, if I was going to go out it was going to be fun and I wasn't going to give a s*** and I wasn't going to have any shame about it. In reality this whole thing was extremely shameful.

And that's when I went down to Tijuana for silicone.

Here's something to think about:

I went to Tijuana twice for the first 200cc. When I went to the second time to get filled, I told the doctor I wanted him to inject 200 rather than 100, bringing me to a total of 300 and this is what he said to me.

"I'm not going to do that. If you go more than this you will not stop. No one stops. people are addicted to this and you will be too if you continue so I am not going to do more than this."

I didn't want him to bail on the procedure completely so I said okay and thanks for looking out for me. But the first thing I did was look for my own sources when I got home. The source I use is the same source that everyone who died from this practice used as far as I know and I will not be calling them out. however I will say that that person acts just as any other bad drug dealer ever has acted in front of me, which is greedy with a lack of care for other people's well-being. In other words a sociopath looking to make money. That is the judgment I came to based on my experiences with drugs and the street.

And that doctor was right and I kept going.

Eventually I had 400cc. I started to worry that that wouldn't be enough so while considering doing more I started bringing in other coping mechanisms. The next one was eating. Gaining I guess is the fetish term. I had this idea in my head that I just wanted to be this thing that wasn't human at all and just a pile of filth and lost and euphoria and animalistic. I made it from 160 lb to 225.

It wasn't until my husband started having their own health deteriorate from the stress of my problems that I finally faced my issues directly. I knew that I could not stop myself at this point. I asked myself what is the one position I can put myself in where I will not be able to continue hurting myself in this way?

so I told my family what I was doing in an email including all the silicone and other fetishes. I also made the mistake of telling them I got raped in the middle of all these fetishes which really didn't help anything. however the way my family reacted to that specific piece of my life really made me wonder how much it affected my actions.

When I got raped, it was by a man that I had spent a few days dating and revealing a lot of my self image issues with. While he was raping me he made fun of all these aspects that caused my dysphoria. looking back in retrospect that surely affected The reasons of why I was doing what I was doing. It's called traumatic reenactment and you can reenact it on yourself or other innocent people. I was already traumatized by the rape but the fact that the man was yelling about all my body and balls and discussed of my genitals... that was the final thing that led me to do my first silicone injection. it just made me want to abuse them further.

I've jumped around in time here a little bit but in short,

The fetishes I practiced gave me enough euphoria to blind me from my issues instead of evaluating why I did not like being male and why I had such shame and disgust around my genitals. When that euphoria would start to disappear I would pick up the practice again and reset the process, thus continuing the circle of coping while slowly changing and damaging my body further and further.

I started rambling a little bit but I hope that kind of explains how this was a coping mechanism for me. And yes I will point out again at the end here, this all started as fun and fetish and nothing bad at all.
I want to make this extremely clear again.
I do not have magic powers to make you do anything or stop anything.

I do not believe everyone here has the same problems that I do, in fact I'm sure no one has exactly my problems.

It is a fact that people die frequently from practicing silicone injection and it has been fact since the early '80s.

It is a fact that any fetish or any ritual or any coping mechanism can be made with something that started completely vanilla and innocent. it also is the fact that this does not happen every time.

All the fetishes listed in this website are totally fine and valid, and if you want to practice them you should practice it to your heart's content. I came back here after 16 years of meeting people both online and in person, on both sides the United States, in Germany.... I came back here after 16 years of helping people learn how to do this practice, writing guides...
...only because I care about people. Just as I prioritize allowing people to be their unique self through and through whether that is sexual or otherwise, I prioritize informing people of the risks that they are facing.

I wasn't really expecting seemingly transphobic remarks here after making so many friends over two decades, but you know thanks for coming to my defense those that did.

I did not come here to set up a soap box and preach. If I had not indulged myself with these practices, as fringe as I became, and as deep as I went into the darkness, I would not have SOLVED my identity crisis.

My identity crisis is over and life is f****** awesome now. truly, if any of you are ever in the area around Portland Oregon, you should totally hit me up and I will buy you a beer or a cocktail.

I have met many of you over the years and it was always a pleasant experience. Sometimes awkward but always fun lol.

So if you are around just hit me up below. You can PM me if you want but it's honestly easier just to message me on Instagram or something

www.nstagram.com/shae.meful
K guys.

Last pic you will ever see of me and I will probably not be back. I put a link to it at the bottom because it is extremely graphic.

I was very happy about my orchiectomy and scrotectomy.

Then I ran into a complication and got an infection.

For the record, I am going to survive this but I might be in the hospital for the next 2 months with the wound left open to heal from the inside out. My entire life has been put on pause, and healing from this took so much out of me that I nearly damaged my back beyond repair. I cannot walk or sit or even lie down in any position without 20/10 pain.

I do not know how this will look at the end, they tell me it'll likely be okay but they can't know for certain since the silicone complicated a lot of the tissue down there.

Content warning, this is a very graphic image of my genitals split open and how I am left to heal for the next 8 weeks.


Trust me I understand, I really do. And honestly I regret telling people about this practice. I was a psychotic person for much of this experience. I was an addict for much of this experience. Both mentally ill people and addicts unconsciously try and bring others into their fixes. And like I stated previously, I don't think most people here are like me.

I had to make this video the other day to keep myself sane and I think it really helps explain how all of this developed over those 16 years. You need to understand that I was lying to everyone and myself. I knew I was doing harm. I knew the voices I were hearing telling me to do these things were psychotic, but I was chasing that euphoria while avoiding dealing with my problem of gender.

Again, everyone I have met here has been totally wonderful both online and in person. I'm sure you are a great person too and I am sorry that my post has bothered you so much, but I just felt the need to come clean and talk about all of this. I am by no means trying to dissuade anyone from living their life to the fullest and having fun. I am just sharing what I went through.

Oh look, here's his youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@shaea.8100

which gets me his dox,
(Google "Shae A Portland"):

Shae Astraea (he can get a new face, but the deer and his love of tank tops remains)
https://www.linkedin.com/in/shaeastraea (I suspected graphic design, from how well laid out his inflation guide pdf was.)

His art: https://www.badshae.com/

Hey no worries and no sorrys need to be had by anyone!

First of all, update, I officially am castrated. Just me and my girl dick; couldn't be happier, my partner couldn't be happier for me, it's been awesome and I was shocked how much better my life got in various unexpected ways.

To answer your question, I honestly do not know how I was able to go so long without hearing the word transgender. The closest I got was to seeing a neon sign and the Czech republic that said "sex change." I remember it peaked my interest in my early childhood but I don't recall dwelling on that. Specifically I grew up in northern Orange County California, the birthplace and library for Richard Nixon. I could throw a rock and hit Rush Limbaugh's recording studio as a kid. I went to a private Christian, Quaker School, where religion was part of the curriculum as well as a weekly service. Anything queer, anything homosexual, God forbid trans, was never brought up or quickly shunned.

It wasn't until I moved to Portland in 2016, where I really started to think about it. But only because of happenstance, many of the shows I was watching with my husband at the time started including episodes with trans themes. God, even f****** king of the hill was doing it. It made me crazy and upset before I realized what was going on.

Cheers. Pix for the curious. It's weird after 16 years, to suddenly be the same size where it all began. Well I suppose moreso, gone.
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Were your parents schizos and drug addicts and you were 'adopted' by other families, or did you go to a private Quaker school in a conservative part of Orange County? Fucking pick one, you lying tranny. Inclined to believe the private school is the truth and the traumatic mentals and drugs family background is a personal narrative he's preparing for progressive-stack reddit clout.
And for the record, It's not like I've become a saint, I just don't have that male aggression pushing me to the boundaries. I still know how to party. Feel free to follow My Google photos album below, anytime I do anything deranged or sexually worth documenting, I upload it

Content warning- it's almost always with other trans girls, and some of these videos depict me with my friends Lucy or Molly:


My growing kink is pain. And my new fiance's kink is sadism so it really has been nice.

Thank you to the three people who have sent me PM's, you are all darlings and really brighten my day!
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I've been on HRT for almost exactly 2 years, and funny enough I have a breast augmentation consult later in the month.

I think saline is totally safe in moderation, just be careful with glucose and don't use too high of a percentage or too much at once.

again I want to reiterate that I'm not kink shaming and that my situation is way different than most people in regards to the silicone.

There is a contrast between these posts and his contemporary reddit posts. I think he's being honest with his old inflation fetish community as he's on his way out, while curating his image in his new tranny reddits. He's being intentionally vague about exactly what he was doing with his scrotum in his reddit posts, which is a weird thing to be coy about in the trans surgery reddit, especially given the images he later posted. I wonder if he's embarrassed to go into detail on his inflation fetish past, because he knows troonery is just a continuation of his fetish/maladaptive coping. He can't break the tranny social contract by saying the quiet part out loud. In his last newart thread, the cognitive dissonance of his awareness of how the fetish addiction destroyed his life, while he dives head first into the gender cult is insane. This guy blacks out the HSTS troon-out risk factor bingo card in posts 1 and 4, he's running away from shit he should have worked out with a psychologist decades ago. What a waste of a life.

Comment from another post about his mental/physical health conditions
Given what he admits in posts 2 and 4, I'd love to know if he told his doctor about his sugar water seizure and massive drug habit. I wonder if polymicrogyria is always symptomatic, or if his doctor went looking for something to explain the "mysterious" seizures and found an unrelated brain anomaly. This reddit post reads like he knows he fried his brains with drugs in his twenties and is spinning a more sympathetic narrative for himself.

anyone with facebook wanna check that link?
I'm guessing this is covered in Post 4, near the end.

The FFS is banal in its badness, the surgeon clearly fucked up the chin and gave him some kind of inverse facelift. He just looks like a dumpy old (wo)man who recently lost a ton of weight.
 
If you chop off your cock and use it to stimulate your prostate, are you the ultimate tranny?
I’m sure there’s a video in this thread where a TIM had gotten a dildo made from a mould of his penis and recorded himself using it to penetrate his amhole.

Does anyone else remember this? I’m struggling to find it in the search.

Edit: Don’t think this is the same person, but here’s a discussion of the same phenomenon.
This sick man made a mould out of his penis so that he can stick it into his Amhole.
 
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There's a genuinely mediocre book/movie called "Frisk," where this fag sees a photo from what looks like a snuff video, like the man in the photo looks like a bomb went off in his asshole. This dude becomes obsessed with gory pron.

If they ever remade it, Mr. Nutless could take the starring role.
What did happen to Dennis Cooper/ the rest of the turbohomoguro lit scene?
Probably they just grew out of it, but retraining as gender surgeon wouldn't be totally leftfield...
Most likely, they don't need to write filth anymore, and are just sitting in sad apartments, obsessively refreshing Reddit and masturbating furiously.
 
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Crazy lady does things with her rotdog that no man could (or would!) do with an actual penis.



The comments are about on par for these wacky broads:
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“OMG! Such a PRETTY dick! Where’d you get it?!”

“Teehee so whimsical! Very manly!”
Doesn't that hurt?
Haha literally not at all!
Because it's just a flesh tube stitched to her crotch, not a body part. These crazy women see horror sausages as toys and accessoirs.
 
Crazy lady does things with her rotdog that no man could (or would!) do with an actual penis.

That pinch-grab by the tip, nails digging in, was worse than most of the borderline gore in this thread. Who fucking handles a "dick" like that, I hope she doesn't get her hands on an actual penis, because that grip could kill
 
I can't see the video since I don't have a reddit account unlike you godless lot but I get get a good laugh out of the comments. (a)

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Nope, no fetishizing here. Normal men totally spin their dicks around like helicopters randomly, this isn't just a mentally ill female fantasizing she has a protruding, floppy sex organ attached to her.

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Pre-op gets her comment deleted because pretending that a dead-skin crotch-sock looks like a genuine penis is still too transphobic if you even imply that it wasn't attached to its user's crotch when she was born.

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No man has ever responded to anything with "eeeeek", except MtF trannies larping too hard as women.

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It is literally the only thing that allows me to distinguish your dick from a cis penis.
fucking lol :optimistic: :optimistic: :optimistic:
 
old.reddit.com is your friend. And here you go!
Look at how "squashable" it is, too. A real penis has some degree of firmness when pressed as it springs back because of the corpus spongiosum in the shaft as it prevents the urethra from being pinched shut.

This lump of flesh on the other hand, has no innate degree of firmness, as it is basically a giant skin tag attached to her crotch...and she still has obviously feminine hips and thighs.
 
The saline bollock inflation thing is just so weird. His posts are incredible. He lists several other fetishes, has an almost moment of self awareness by saying they’re reflective of a deeper issue and then straight back down to you guys! I’ve found the cause it’s gender dysphoria! Right back to something even worse than blowing your balls up with saline. But this time, this time is different!
Where does he go when that fizzles out? What else can he do? Chase that dragon, sir.
 
Look at how "squashable" it is, too. A real penis has some degree of firmness when pressed as it springs back because of the corpus spongiosum in the shaft as it prevents the urethra from being pinched shut.

This lump of flesh on the other hand, has no innate degree of firmness, as it is basically a giant skin tag attached to her crotch...and she still has obviously feminine hips and thighs.

Note also the shape which is way too wide for an actual penis. It’s almost triangular at one point.

It mostly reminds me of a rook from a game of chess or a popehat, lmao!

I really don’t understand WHY they get these neat socks. Yeah it hangs there, but it doesn’t serve any practical function. You can’t have sex with it unless you basically stick it in a dildo.

You can pee out of it, but not really. Lot of the chicks get the urethra rerouted near “the balls” since it’s easier. Even when you get it rerouted through the rotdog you still need to milk it when peeing like no man ever would.

It’s just all round bizarre!
 
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