With the ones who get RFF, they all seem to revel in getting the arm scar. Like it was some kind of badge of honor; a battle wound. A "trans rite" as Exulansic would say.
Anyone familiar with the "narcissist's prayer"?- this one:
That didn’t happen.
And if it did, it wasn’t that bad.
And if it was, that’s not a big deal.
And if it is, that’s not my fault.
And if it was, I didn’t mean it.
And if I did, you deserved it.
It's a classic example of a narc's manipulative twisting and recasting of reality in order to avoid responsibility.
Reading these girls' utterly batshit commitment to making every horrible thing they do to themselves into "I meant to do that and in fact it's even better" reads just like this "prayer." Cheerful delusion and complete upside-down clown world - all self-manipulating.
A pooner's prayer
Ode to my dick
My phallo operation(s) went perfectly, I have a huge and manly dick that works perfectly, and my girlfriend loves it when I rail her with my massive, hard pole.
And if I can't get hard because my erector set burst through the tip of my dick and had to be removed: my partner and I totally bond while MacGyver'ing my dick with this manly qtip & bandage setup I thought up, and I love decorating the bandages with really cool flowers and am totally squee! psyched to be getting back to my art and in fact was just decorating my bullet journals for the next 8 years, oops, tangent!
And if my partner is gets a nasty infection from our totally satisfying contraption, and grows so dissatisfied with our relationship she leaves me: being
alone independent is the manliest way to be, just me & my dick doing manly things like standing to pee.
And if I can't stand to pee because the urethral work went wrong and I dribble out pee and various colorful semi-liquids through
a fistula my front-front hole on the underside of my split-open dick 24 hours a day: it's pretty fucking manly to wear dude
pads panty liners diapers, and it's actually a super-stud move being double-stealth - first, because I super-pass, and second, because no one can even tell I'm oozing smelly fluids, which, when you think about it, is pretty much like jizzing all the time, so I'm basically like 20 times manlier than dumb cismen.
And if it doesn't actually feel like an orgasm and people actually can tell, because I smell like piss and rot, and so no one wants to be near me, including my (now former) co-workers: I never really liked people (and jobs are for cucks), and I love all this free time for doing independent, manly things like wanking all day like my (former) bros do, when I'm not screaming in pain.
And if I can't wank because necrosis takes hold and my dick falls off, which is a totally normal thing, everyone knows that: I'll just get another one put on, it's totally normal.
And if I can't get another one put on because I have nowhere else to get a graft: unburial of my
clit natal dick and metioid is actually hotter and more manly (plus most girls love pinky-toe dicks!).
And if there is no more
clit natal dick to unbury because it's all just deep scar tissue now from the emergency surgery when my first dick fell off: my manly scars on my arms, legs, stomach and (former) genital area give me so much euphoria.
And if I don't get euphoria from staring at all my scars, but instead spend my days crying and trying not to move so nothing else tears apart: it's actually better to be dead inside, because real men don't have emotions (and do have limited movement and constant pain).
I love being a man. No ragrets.