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I know of a true and honest female named Hunter. She's a fat woke knitting designer. Lovely designs but utterly insufferable these days.

But, despite knowing of her, I agree. Hunter is not a feminine name. Couple that with his man face and people are going to be very confused when he starts to REEEEEEEEEEEE about pronouns.
Hunter Tylo was the name of a gorgeous 1980's era American soap actress (dont google her now, too much plastic surgery, she looks troonish). Seems to be the only good female Hunter. The name is kinda ruined in current day with its association with Bidens sociopathic son, and now that skinny troon twink.


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Even more imaginary uterine lining shedding!:

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TIM accused of gaslighting and spreading misinformation for suggesting transwomen don't experience periods by none other than Uncle u/drewiepoodle:

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"Tell that to women who had hysterectomies"
Yeah, I'll tell my mom, who had tumors in her uterus in her early 40's and had to have a hysterectomy.
I'll tell her, who has always said the only good part of that happening (aside from dodging cancer, of course) was no more periods.


I'll concede, however, that women with partial hysterectomies -which is to say they remove the uterus but leave the ovaries- do keep having periods

BECAUSE THEY HAVE OVARIES

WHICH YOU DON'T

BECAUSE YOU'RE A MAN
 
You're not kidding about it being a honeypot.

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We just want to pee! Also, there is no such thing as a biological woman and you're a bigot if you imply otherwise.

I had a peak at their profile. r/ABDL, r/pissing, r/creampiegangbangs, r/pussystretching, r/Femaleorgasmdenial, r/polyamorymemes, r/SmallDickGirls, r/HentaiLesdom. And we're supposed to believe they're not total degenerates.

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You know what, it's really far too easy to score cheap points off of one's opponents based on a bad TV interview, and I really try hard not to use the word "spluttering," but jiminy Christmas, if I were in the SNP I would occupy Sturgeon's office tonight and not leave until she agreed to resign. This interview is an absolute disgrace and if I were her I would be ashamed to show my face in public while holding any office of trust among the Scottish people. Kudos to Peter Smith for doing his dang job.
 
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"Can you guys pretend I did something cool while pretending I'm a man?"

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extremely teenage girl behavior
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Yeah, because that's absolutely a thing normal people ask for, and the DSM absolutely should have been revised to normalize this kind of behavior, because people who ask questions like this are one hundred percent normal and do not need any kind of psychological intervention to help them lead normal healthy lives. That's where we are in the year of our Lord 2023 and if you believe that a person asking a question like this is in desperate need of help to resolve an underlying problem then you are a HATEFUL BIGOT who should DIE. The only thing that can help this (probably very young and unsure of herself theythemselves) young woman super masculine man is mindless affirmation that she theythem is absolutely what strangers on the internet say she theythem is. Do not under any circumstances raise the issue of whether she theythem was ever sexually abused by an older male person of gender, or whether she theythem at any point experienced her theytheir body maturing, which unexpectedly exposed her theythem to unwanted attention from older sickos persons of gender which might have led her theythem at a point of extreme stress to wish that she theythem could just opt out of femininity entirely. And DEFINITELY do not ask what might have happened if she theythem had not been dissuaded by social media from seeking out guidance from a strong, loving female figure in her theytheir life, who could have told her theythem that she theythem is a strong young woman who never, ever has to seek out validation from any man or woman who has ever lived, and that she theythem can do anything she theythem wants to do no matter what anyone with their strict gender roles has to say about any of it. Because if we don't nip this in the bud it could lead to a nightmarish future in which trannies true and honest women are not allowed to get their dicks out express their femininity in women's spaces even if teenage girls who've experienced sexual abuse bigots would rather not have cocks waved in their faces be in the presence of true and honest female genitalia. So clearly the most important job that lies before us is to ensure that lesbians learn to take the cock unlearn their genital prejudices and accept real men women into their vaginas lives.
 
No dear, you look just like Meigh Ralph.
Troo story time, a couple of years ago I was at a big city Christmas market, had a few to drink, and there was a massive queue for the ladies loos. Being drunk
and a previous football hooligan
I thought ‘fuck it’ and went in the men’s. About thirty other women then followed me. Blokes looked proper bemused, but then the security guard came and kicked all the women out - apart from me, as I’d snuck into a cubicle when he arrived. A bloke stood by the door to make sure no other guy tried to get into the cubicle, god love him, and a couple of others snuck me back out when the security guard wasn’t looking.

Moral of the story: most blokes are lovely, despite the intrusion into their personal space. The ones that aren’t are at least obvious, mainly because nowadays they’re in the ladies and wearing goth slut clothes, taking selfies and otherwise inserting themselves into places they don’t belong. Comes to something when women could do with burly male bouncers at the entrance to the ladies loos.

(Yeah, don’t go in the men’s, it’s not fair on men. Remind me of that the next time I’m drunk and desperate for a piss)
There are some bars I frequent where the signs are more of a suggestion than a rule but it's usually women using the men's because we pee faster than girls do.
That depends. Are you living in a shonen manga? No? Then the answer is none.
Depends on how stupid your friends are and how much they drink. As an idiot drunk I can attest that there is a subset of men that make it well into their 40's still living like frat bro retards.
 
Lucas there is a communist ( browsed his page), and is a he/him Michigander. States nothing good comes out of WASPs, only those who came after.

Yes, quite a few suffragettes joined the British Union of Fascists. Others became leftists. You have to wonder why feminists didn't join communist groups like what Phoenix wanted.

Oswald Mosley was very popular among women. Why? He advocated for maternal rights.

Lots of suffragettes were eugenicists too. Guess they don't deserve rights.
 
I had a peak at their profile. r/ABDL, r/pissing, r/creampiegangbangs, r/pussystretching, r/Femaleorgasmdenial, r/polyamorymemes, r/SmallDickGirls, r/HentaiLesdom. And we're supposed to believe they're not total degenerates.

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I decided to dig a little further and this is honestly one of the most degenerate AGP Redditors that I’ve seen.

He not only frequents r/pissing, he actually frequents multiple urine related subreddits (why are there so many).
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He also frequents a foreskin restoration subreddit.0457A1FE-D551-4592-BB5B-F0C2424AE12B.jpeg
As you already mentioned, he participates in hentai subreddits.BCC128B4-1B81-43A8-BE54-C702A06132D1.jpeg
Also, funny exchanges and absurd comments.
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Best of all, he is a mental health practitioner for chronically suicidal patients.FE63889B-BEC7-42E8-9B26-FB3F7CE097BB.jpeg
 
Oh boy, an opportunity to repost this gem.
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Long time ass-pube Nairer here. I'm gonna fill you in on one of my particularly painful experiences with Nair products.
Prior to my freshman year in college, I had experimented with Nair for Men Body Cream on my butt cheeks/ass pubes with a fair amount of success. I had learned that the most effective and least painful way to manscape my posterior with NFMBC was as follows: turn on the shower, let that shit heat up, hop in, soap up the cheeks (and in between), rinse, soap up, rinse off, step out, towel off (lightly and gently), apply cream to the cheeks and in between (again, lightly and gently), examine your naked body in front of the mirror while allowing the lotion work its magic ~ 8-10 minutes, hop in the shower, rinse off (making sure no cream touches the genitals), soap up, rinse off, shower as normal, towel dry, clothe yourself. The process of showering the ass with hot, soapy water prior to the lotion application was probably the most integral step; the water significantly softened the hairs, thus reducing the total necessary application time for the lotion, consequentially reducing the risk of burning the perianal skin tissue and experiencing the most intense pain and discomfort whenever trying to stand or sleep. I had Naired a few times, and after the first few trial-and-error sequences, this was the formula for pretty much eliminating any chance of burning yourself due to overexposure from the lotion.
Fast forward to my freshman year in college: I had stocked up on the Nair lotion when shopping for school, only this time, I had purchased the Nair Hair Remover Lotion for Women. I figured that the formula would essentially be the same, and that the necessary application times would be somewhat similar to those in the NFMBC. And for whatever strange, idiotic reason, I decided not to even glance at the suggested application times on the pink Nair bottle, somehow equating in my head this relationship:
Nair for Men=super strong formula to remove ungodly body hair of burly man. Nair for Women=dainty little feminine cream to lift off little peach fuzz...
BIGGEST. FUCKING. MISTAKE. EVER.
Turns out, the Nair for women shit is roughly twice as strong as the NFMBC formula. And it also turns out that the recommended application times for the women's version is 4-6 minutes, as opposed to the men's version, which is 8-10 minutes.
So there I am (in an individual shower in the community bathroom on my floor), about five minutes in to the application process with the WOMEN'S Nair lotion (NOT the weaker, less intense MEN'S product), and so far, everything had gone as per usual as though it had been the NFMBC. Then I thought to myself, "Well, since this pussy shit is in a pink bottle and it's for women, might as well leave this shit on a little longer than normal to make sure I don't have to repeat the whole process again."
Five minutes later
SWEET MOTHER FUCK COCK SHIT ASS BITCH FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
It crept up on me like a thief in the night. There I was, minding my own business in the shower, about to peek at my phone to see how much time had elapsed, when the skin in and around my ass, ass-cheeks and genitals was lit on fire. Folks, this was the single most intense, painful, horrifyingly painful sensation I had ever experienced. After shrieking in horror, I immediately about-faced the shower head, aimed the water down toward my crotch and-
SHIT MOTHER FUCK ASS NIGGER CALCULUS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT SHIT FUCK
Folks, this was when I realized I was going to die. Spraying the water onto the skin to wash the cream off was even more intense than the cream sitting on my skin alone. I continued to shriek in horror. Prior to this moment, I had tried to restrain my exclamations (looking back on this experience, I was probably in the shower from around 7:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m., and most of the guys on my floor were eating in the cafeteria), but once the water hit, I lost awareness of the outside world, and the inner foul-mouthed-banshee within me surfaced. A few people came in and out of the bathroom during that time, a couple people were immensely curious as to what was going on with the random shrieker in shower four, but people left the scene after I managed to blurt out, "I'M FINE!", even though that was the furthest thing from the truth.
It took me about half an hour to muster up what little strength I had left to rinse off the remaining Nair, soap up (the soap application felt like what I would imagine a third-degree burn to feel like), rinse, soap up, rinse, and rinse until I was positive that every last molecule of Nair lotion had been removed from my skin. I turned off the water, and the most excruciatingly sharp pain set in in and around my ass/ass cheeks, and I began to cry softly to myself.
So there I was, naked as the day I was born, ass redder than a baboon's hind parts, flesh as raw as it could be (no bleeding), crying, ready to drink my own piss. Once I finally mustered up the courage to wrap a towel around my waist, the fabric hit my skin, and I knew that I was in for the most painful two weeks of my life. Taking shits and wiping my ass would become a time consuming task of monumental proportions, seeing that I would only be able to wad up the toilet paper and gently dab between my cheeks; wiping was out of the question. And as for sitting down on any surface - I don't want you to imagine the pain I had to endure every time I sat in class. Sleeping? A thing of the past. Even though I typically slept on my side, any time I managed to roll over onto my back without thinking, a sharp pain was sent throughout my body, causing me to lie awake in pain for another half hour before the thought of sleep was even a possibility. I think I looked at the bottle that night, right after the shower, noticed the difference in recommended application times, and I vowed to myself to never again apply anything to my body without first reading and heeding every warning on the label.
Oh, and I forgot to mention: For this particular application of Nair, I decided to also give it a shot on my pubes.
The normal pubes.

But hey, at least I didn't have to deal with any ass-pubes after that! Trying to wipe when you've got those can be a real bitch...
TL;DR: Used the Nair for Men just fine, tried out the women's version and burned the shit outta my ass and genitals. ALWAYS. READ. AND HEED. LABEL WARNINGS.
EDIT: I was fine after a month or two. The redness went away after a couple weeks of cortizone applications. You can bet your ass off that I read every damn word on that tube.

WARNING!!!!​



Don't Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!

TL; DR, don't fuck about with your ass hair if you don't know what you're doing
 
I have no issue reading tranny threads, bad plastic surgery threads, or even 'Cooking With Jack' over breakfast, but @admiral, you just made me almost chuck up my toast and Marmite, ya bastard.

Fucking Kiwi Farms!

Also, Nair-ing your ass is a terrible plan, don't do it. Unless you like chemical burns around your most delicate areas.

But back to the tranny suicide counseller, I suspect he has a lot of sucess stories of people surviving after he's talked to them. Very few things in life can be as bad as wilfully striding around as a burly bloke, dressed in stupid female clothes and clown makeup while getting off on pissing yourself. Comparing your misery to that of the shame and degeneracy of a tranny would make the vast majority of people realise their own lives are nowhere near as bad as they'd previously thought. So while at first I thought a troon being a mental health support worker was an awful idea (who wants to talk to someone who only talks about themselves, especially when suicidal?), now I see the logic behind it all. Psychology is a strange beast, after all. Like troons, really.
 
You know what, it's really far too easy to score cheap points off of one's opponents based on a bad TV interview, and I really try hard not to use the word "spluttering," but jiminy Christmas, if I were in the SNP I would occupy Sturgeon's office tonight and not leave until she agreed to resign. This interview is an absolute disgrace and if I were her I would be ashamed to show my face in public while holding any office of trust among the Scottish people. Kudos to Peter Smith for doing his dang job.

Sturgeon isn’t where she is because she’s a beloved, public figure adored by all Scots.

She’s in power because she has managed to put her cronies into all the right places in the party and destroy or drive out her opponents.

Ever heard of the Elba party? It’s a Scottish party led by a guy who used to be in the SNP. He had a decades long career in politics and in Scottish independence.

And then one day a bunch of women associated with Sturgeon accused him of sexual harassment.

He was offered a sweetheart deal by the prosecution, but took it to trial and won.

That’s what happens to Sturgeon’s enemies so you can imagine there aren’t many left.
 
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