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My guesses are Harry Potter or Dragonheart.
Neither have good implications.
I was reminded of a boy who wanted to call himself 'Starfire' and got caught in the trans crossfire.
By the by, LifeSiteNews covered thi story, too.
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Neither have good implications.
I was reminded of a boy who wanted to call himself 'Starfire' and got caught in the trans crossfire.
By the by, LifeSiteNews covered thi story, too.
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"when we win, do not forget that these people want you broke, dead, your kids raped and brainwashed, and they think it's funny" -- Sam Hyde
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Total Handmaiden death
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Jesus Christ it's like Yaniv 2.0 - the looks, the size, and especially the creepy behavior. Hearing the description of what went on in the sorority house, this is the same sort of stuff Yaniv would do if he ever gained access to a sorority (and why he's banned from campus). The only thing missing is the "girl talk" about periods and tampons.
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They're literally all like this. It's a fetish. Everytime they say it's not you can just respond with the dozens of images of TiMs saying this exact same thing.
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WHARBLEGARBLE RRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE this is not how metonyms work!
A pooner can say "my dick is plastic" -- by saying this, the pooner extends the concept of "dick" to include the dildo. However ridiculous it is in practice, the metonymy there would be valid.
A troon can't say "my strapon is organic", because a real penis doesn't strap on! (Unless it's someone's mummified severed penis he's hanging from his unclit piercing like a key fob.) The trait of a "strapon" being detachable is so critical that it's the only meaning component that survives in the word. Back when people cared about words, that was the sort of editing mistake that anecdotally got people ten-year shifts logging in Siberia.
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This is old, but I tried search and couldn’t find any posts about The Beloved Saga, so here goes. The Beloved Saga is a series of Reddit posts under the usernames “fuckyoupaula” and “Mourning_Beloved1”, detailing a trainwreck divorce instigated by a cheating tranny that continued well after his death. It’s one of the most popular repost requests on r/BestofRedditorUpdates yet has not made it onto their list of frequently requested posts, probably because it prompts handmaidens and trannies to appear and insist it’s all a transphobic troll fabricated to stir up hatred against the most oppressed class of all: narcissistic men who get boners from putting on pantyhose.
The first post is from the actual female wife, in which she details how she tried so, so hard to be supportive of her pervert husband’s transition, only to still get called transphobic and be dumped. It’s titled “Helped my wife transition and now she calls me "some d*ke" and files for divorce”
Luckily for her, her AGP ex killed himself. Unluckily, he had boyfriends. Or maybe the “masc NB” partnered with the claimed "cis M" who wrote the next post is a pooner, idfk. “Paula”’s companions decided they were entitled to some sort of estate upon their MtF plaything’s demise, and asked r/LegalAdvice for help. While Reddit has tried their best to memory hole both the initial post and the hilarious further comments left by “Mourning_Beloved1”, archive.ph has our backs as far as the comments, while the post itself was saved via now-defunct reddit archiving sites. I highly recommend reading the comments at that link after reading the text of the main post below. “Navigating Estates, Tenancy, Discrimination, and Grief in North Carolina.”
“fuckyoupaula” later posted an update describing how she had to suck up troons squatting in her house during the covid eviction moratoriums. “I finally have my house back, but my life will never be back to normal.”
Other preserved posts from fuckyoupaula:
On r/mypartneristrans: [Rant] I (cishet F) know how petty this is, but I hate my ex's (MTF) new voice.
Again from r/mypartneristrans, Going through a godawful divorce, and the closest thing I can find to support usually comes from transphobic asshats.
Later she vents about the quality of her legal representation. I have the worst goddamn divorce lawyer in the history of lawyers and divorce.
I’ve often wondered if “Paula”’s friends are online enough to have ever been discussed on our fine forum.
The first post is from the actual female wife, in which she details how she tried so, so hard to be supportive of her pervert husband’s transition, only to still get called transphobic and be dumped. It’s titled “Helped my wife transition and now she calls me "some d*ke" and files for divorce”
I never imagined I would end up married to a woman. When I met the person who is now my wife (who I am going to call Paula because that is not and has never been her real name), she was a man (who I am going to call Paul for the same reasons). Two years into dating, Paul told me he was bi. Two years after we were married, Paul came out as trans and chose the name Paula for herself.
I am not going to pretend that Paula's transition was easy for her or me, because it was not. There are people who will say it would not make the slightest bit of difference to them if their spouse or partner suddenly transitioned, and there are people for whom that is even true, but I am not one of them. But I've tried, goddamnit. I am trying. I went to couple's therapy with her, I went to her own therapy sessions when she asked, I got a therapist of my own. I read books, I reached out to other people with similar experiences, I stood by her when her family and people who'd been friends pushed back, spoke out against my friends' and family's transphobic comments when they came up. I stared dumbly as three different therapists heard my story, tut-tutted, and called me bigoted to my face and said I needed to either get on board or get divorced. So I got on board. We burned our wedding album because she couldn't bear to look at her past self in a tux.
And I did so, so much more, and I am not saying that because I want or expect any kind of kudos and I DO NOT FOR ONE SECOND IMAGINE that, relative to other cis spouses of other trans people, I have done anything noteworthy or had a more-difficult-than-usual time of it. But. I. Fucking. Tried. And I did it because, while the person I loved was no longer a man, she was still the person I loved. And I did all of it while strangers and people I loved attacked me for being the transphobic one if I ever expressed a moment of shock, a moment of hesitation or uncertainty, or a moment of "Oh my god, this is a lot of change all at once, can I please sit down for even one minute so I literally don't collapse from the panic attack I am literally having literally right now?"
And then, this week, at 10:45 am on a Tuesday, there's a man in a suit and a Hippler haircut at my cubicle, handing me a stack of papers that say "Separation Agreement" on the top. He's whisper-shouting at me that I need to sign "right now or there will be consequences," and he will not agree to take this to a private conference room away from the lookie-loos. I tell him to wait while I call my wife, and she lets out a long, exasperated sigh when she picks up. I tell her about Hippler man and she says he's legit and, with one sentence, does her level best to tear my heart out and throw it into a fire.
"I just can't stay married to some fucking d*ke," she said.
And when I came home, all of my things were packed in suitcases by the front door and so very many of "our" friends were there to support her. "I think it's easier this way," she said. She works from home, you see. Totally logical. So she gets my support, our house, and our friends, and I get called "some fucking d*ke" and thrown out on the street by a gang of people champing at the bit to dogpile on me if I am anything less than one thousand percent supportive of the person harassing me at work and kicking me out of my own home.
I am not going to pretend that Paula's transition was easy for her or me, because it was not. There are people who will say it would not make the slightest bit of difference to them if their spouse or partner suddenly transitioned, and there are people for whom that is even true, but I am not one of them. But I've tried, goddamnit. I am trying. I went to couple's therapy with her, I went to her own therapy sessions when she asked, I got a therapist of my own. I read books, I reached out to other people with similar experiences, I stood by her when her family and people who'd been friends pushed back, spoke out against my friends' and family's transphobic comments when they came up. I stared dumbly as three different therapists heard my story, tut-tutted, and called me bigoted to my face and said I needed to either get on board or get divorced. So I got on board. We burned our wedding album because she couldn't bear to look at her past self in a tux.
And I did so, so much more, and I am not saying that because I want or expect any kind of kudos and I DO NOT FOR ONE SECOND IMAGINE that, relative to other cis spouses of other trans people, I have done anything noteworthy or had a more-difficult-than-usual time of it. But. I. Fucking. Tried. And I did it because, while the person I loved was no longer a man, she was still the person I loved. And I did all of it while strangers and people I loved attacked me for being the transphobic one if I ever expressed a moment of shock, a moment of hesitation or uncertainty, or a moment of "Oh my god, this is a lot of change all at once, can I please sit down for even one minute so I literally don't collapse from the panic attack I am literally having literally right now?"
And then, this week, at 10:45 am on a Tuesday, there's a man in a suit and a Hippler haircut at my cubicle, handing me a stack of papers that say "Separation Agreement" on the top. He's whisper-shouting at me that I need to sign "right now or there will be consequences," and he will not agree to take this to a private conference room away from the lookie-loos. I tell him to wait while I call my wife, and she lets out a long, exasperated sigh when she picks up. I tell her about Hippler man and she says he's legit and, with one sentence, does her level best to tear my heart out and throw it into a fire.
"I just can't stay married to some fucking d*ke," she said.
And when I came home, all of my things were packed in suitcases by the front door and so very many of "our" friends were there to support her. "I think it's easier this way," she said. She works from home, you see. Totally logical. So she gets my support, our house, and our friends, and I get called "some fucking d*ke" and thrown out on the street by a gang of people champing at the bit to dogpile on me if I am anything less than one thousand percent supportive of the person harassing me at work and kicking me out of my own home.
Luckily for her, her AGP ex killed himself. Unluckily, he had boyfriends. Or maybe the “masc NB” partnered with the claimed "cis M" who wrote the next post is a pooner, idfk. “Paula”’s companions decided they were entitled to some sort of estate upon their MtF plaything’s demise, and asked r/LegalAdvice for help. While Reddit has tried their best to memory hole both the initial post and the hilarious further comments left by “Mourning_Beloved1”, archive.ph has our backs as far as the comments, while the post itself was saved via now-defunct reddit archiving sites. I highly recommend reading the comments at that link after reading the text of the main post below. “Navigating Estates, Tenancy, Discrimination, and Grief in North Carolina.”
Preamble: My Partner (masc NB) and I (cis M) are Poly, which I understand will be a dealbreaker for many people here. If you are one of them, please move on and do not add to the dogpile that is our lives, thanks. And thank you to everyone for reading my late-night ramblings and inquiries.
Background: Partner and I met our Beloved (MTF) almost a year ago—this Thursday would have been our one-year anniversary. At the time, she had just started working again, was just coming off of her probationary period, and was still shackled to her spouse (joyless cis F).
We (Partner, Beloved, and I) proceeded carefully and discretely with our courtship, because for the first months Beloved was still wholly dependent on her spouse’s insurance to cover prescriptions and procedures, but once Beloved was secure, recovered from surgery, and cleared to WFH full time we started seriously considering our futures together. Beloved ultimately agreed that the honest thing to do would be to divorce her spouse, so with the help of some of Beloved’s friends Partner and I broke the news to her spouse, served her with papers, packed up her things in the nicest suitcases she had, and helped her move out and move us in.
I wish this were simply a catty story with a happy ending, or even no ending at all. But life and love are never so easy, as I’m sure all of us here know firsthand.
Beloved’s spouse refused to agree to our terms, refused to even sign the papers Partner hand-delivered to her. I am grateful we had so many people with us when she came to our house, because I fear she would have turned violent without them, and those are both just from the first day. She hired a lawyer to fight the divorce—a “no fault” divorce, at that—and demanded Beloved buy her own house back from her (blood money). This was after she had abandoned it, let me remind you!
Beloved’s spouse refused to budge, refused to settle, refused to negotiate, barely restrained her contempt in talking to us, and I’m sure it was no coincidence that whenever her lawyer deadnamed Beloved, she very begrudgingly corrected him, as if to claim she was some woke AF Princess of Power rather than the frigid soul who had hired that troglodyte to begin with. Her virtue signaling didn’t end there either; as the months wore on, she held every mortgage payment she made above us, as though it were some kind of moral victory or virtue signaling rather than her paying for the house she supposedly wanted us to buy from her so desperately.
Beloved did not handle the stress well. At all. I suspect, but cannot prove, that this is what her spouse had intended all along. On Friday, May 1, while Partner and I were making another trip to move our things over from the old apartment, Beloved died by suicide. Before her body was even scarcely cold, her spouse had swooped in, claimed the body, and had her burned. A week later, she snuck to our house and taped a "Notice to Quit" to our door claiming that she was suddenly our landlord now and that we owed her rent—for a house she had previously demanded we buy from her. While Partner was on hold with legal aid, I checked the mail and saw an identical notice in a certified mail envelope. We burned that one; it seemed fitting.
My friends, Partner and I find ourselves in a terrifying limbo. Beloved truly despised her hateful spouse and absolutely intended to divorce her, but nothing was ever finalized because her spouse dragged her feet. Beloved clearly intended to change her will to provide for Partner and me, but never lived to do it. We are now apparently, if legal aid is to be believed, the tenants of Beloved’s would-be ex—which cannot be legal or ethical given her animosity and prejudice towards us—and we must either pay the exorbitant, usurious rent she demands or be evicted from our own house.
We are counting our small blessings that our state has put a moratorium on evictions. It isn't much, but we will take what crumbs the system throws our way. Sadly, it is due to expire on the first of the month, which mean one day we will have to face this woman in court and be her punching bags for all the world to see, because she is still so furious at a woman who is already dead.
Questions: I hardly know where to start here, but given all of the above I suppose tI have five questions, in relative order of importance:
Do we have a cause of action against Beloved's spouse for stealing and burning her body and keeping the remains from us, given that they were on an inevitable path to divorce and Beloved absolutely would not have wanted her spouse to be anywhere near her (as evidenced by initiating the divorce process)?
If Beloved's spouse is truly our landlord now, how can we prevent her from evicting us or charging us an unconscionable rent? Even granting that she somehow became a landlord, should she not honor the "implicit contract" we had with Beloved, which stipulates that we may live in and use the house as we see fit?
Is it legal to demand that your "tenants" buy their own house from you?
What would be the best way for us to challenge and defeat Beloved's will, given that she intended for us to live in our house and that her spouse abandoned it?
Do we expose ourselves to retaliatory charges if we file an ethics complaint against Beloved's spouse's attorney for deadnaming her?
Thank you all for your assistance and for keeping an open mind.
Background: Partner and I met our Beloved (MTF) almost a year ago—this Thursday would have been our one-year anniversary. At the time, she had just started working again, was just coming off of her probationary period, and was still shackled to her spouse (joyless cis F).
We (Partner, Beloved, and I) proceeded carefully and discretely with our courtship, because for the first months Beloved was still wholly dependent on her spouse’s insurance to cover prescriptions and procedures, but once Beloved was secure, recovered from surgery, and cleared to WFH full time we started seriously considering our futures together. Beloved ultimately agreed that the honest thing to do would be to divorce her spouse, so with the help of some of Beloved’s friends Partner and I broke the news to her spouse, served her with papers, packed up her things in the nicest suitcases she had, and helped her move out and move us in.
I wish this were simply a catty story with a happy ending, or even no ending at all. But life and love are never so easy, as I’m sure all of us here know firsthand.
Beloved’s spouse refused to agree to our terms, refused to even sign the papers Partner hand-delivered to her. I am grateful we had so many people with us when she came to our house, because I fear she would have turned violent without them, and those are both just from the first day. She hired a lawyer to fight the divorce—a “no fault” divorce, at that—and demanded Beloved buy her own house back from her (blood money). This was after she had abandoned it, let me remind you!
Beloved’s spouse refused to budge, refused to settle, refused to negotiate, barely restrained her contempt in talking to us, and I’m sure it was no coincidence that whenever her lawyer deadnamed Beloved, she very begrudgingly corrected him, as if to claim she was some woke AF Princess of Power rather than the frigid soul who had hired that troglodyte to begin with. Her virtue signaling didn’t end there either; as the months wore on, she held every mortgage payment she made above us, as though it were some kind of moral victory or virtue signaling rather than her paying for the house she supposedly wanted us to buy from her so desperately.
Beloved did not handle the stress well. At all. I suspect, but cannot prove, that this is what her spouse had intended all along. On Friday, May 1, while Partner and I were making another trip to move our things over from the old apartment, Beloved died by suicide. Before her body was even scarcely cold, her spouse had swooped in, claimed the body, and had her burned. A week later, she snuck to our house and taped a "Notice to Quit" to our door claiming that she was suddenly our landlord now and that we owed her rent—for a house she had previously demanded we buy from her. While Partner was on hold with legal aid, I checked the mail and saw an identical notice in a certified mail envelope. We burned that one; it seemed fitting.
My friends, Partner and I find ourselves in a terrifying limbo. Beloved truly despised her hateful spouse and absolutely intended to divorce her, but nothing was ever finalized because her spouse dragged her feet. Beloved clearly intended to change her will to provide for Partner and me, but never lived to do it. We are now apparently, if legal aid is to be believed, the tenants of Beloved’s would-be ex—which cannot be legal or ethical given her animosity and prejudice towards us—and we must either pay the exorbitant, usurious rent she demands or be evicted from our own house.
We are counting our small blessings that our state has put a moratorium on evictions. It isn't much, but we will take what crumbs the system throws our way. Sadly, it is due to expire on the first of the month, which mean one day we will have to face this woman in court and be her punching bags for all the world to see, because she is still so furious at a woman who is already dead.
Questions: I hardly know where to start here, but given all of the above I suppose tI have five questions, in relative order of importance:
Do we have a cause of action against Beloved's spouse for stealing and burning her body and keeping the remains from us, given that they were on an inevitable path to divorce and Beloved absolutely would not have wanted her spouse to be anywhere near her (as evidenced by initiating the divorce process)?
If Beloved's spouse is truly our landlord now, how can we prevent her from evicting us or charging us an unconscionable rent? Even granting that she somehow became a landlord, should she not honor the "implicit contract" we had with Beloved, which stipulates that we may live in and use the house as we see fit?
Is it legal to demand that your "tenants" buy their own house from you?
What would be the best way for us to challenge and defeat Beloved's will, given that she intended for us to live in our house and that her spouse abandoned it?
Do we expose ourselves to retaliatory charges if we file an ethics complaint against Beloved's spouse's attorney for deadnaming her?
Thank you all for your assistance and for keeping an open mind.
“fuckyoupaula” later posted an update describing how she had to suck up troons squatting in her house during the covid eviction moratoriums. “I finally have my house back, but my life will never be back to normal.”
Eight-and-a-half months ago, my wife sent one of the men she’d been cheating on me with to my job with an illegal divorce decree to sign. That same night, the rest of her harem threw me out of my house and moved themselves in.
Five months ago, she killed herself, and the two dipshits-in-chief who’d made themselves home in my house refused to leave, claiming the house was theirs. At the advice of my lawyer, I put on a magic hat that said I was a landlord and they were month-to-month tenants who wouldn’t pay rent and did the song and dance routine of evicting people from my house.
This was right around the time my state implemented a moratorium on evictions. So now in addition to being the kind of asshole who would evict someone, I was the kind of asshole who had to have laws passed to keep me from doing harm. And the dipshits in my house reveled in that. They were living for free in my house, that I was still paying the mortgage for, sending me regular death threats, while they hadn’t even finished moving in all of their stuff from their old apartment and I was living in an unfurnished 1BR and sleeping on a pile of laundry because between all of the current and new expenses I couldn’t afford a mattress, but I was “that b!tch” and “that d¥ke” and the evil capitalist.
And it want just them saying that or making the threats, either. It was their friends and family, people who I’d thought had been my friends, random looky-loos who saw their social media posts about it, and every now and then a garden-variety asshole who was passing by.
I cannot begin to describe how much it fucked me up to have an eviction under my belt, during a pandemic, as the evictor. I cannot begin to describe how much it fucked me up knowing the only way I could enforce the eviction order would be through calling the cops, after George Floyd. Or seeing the damage those two dipshits had done to my home. Or the utter shitshow that actually getting them physically out of the house turned into.
I have my house back. The people who took it from me are gone for now. Things are not and never will be back to normal, and in the end it almost certainly won’t have been worth it, but this was the outcome that would have hurt me the least.
Five months ago, she killed herself, and the two dipshits-in-chief who’d made themselves home in my house refused to leave, claiming the house was theirs. At the advice of my lawyer, I put on a magic hat that said I was a landlord and they were month-to-month tenants who wouldn’t pay rent and did the song and dance routine of evicting people from my house.
This was right around the time my state implemented a moratorium on evictions. So now in addition to being the kind of asshole who would evict someone, I was the kind of asshole who had to have laws passed to keep me from doing harm. And the dipshits in my house reveled in that. They were living for free in my house, that I was still paying the mortgage for, sending me regular death threats, while they hadn’t even finished moving in all of their stuff from their old apartment and I was living in an unfurnished 1BR and sleeping on a pile of laundry because between all of the current and new expenses I couldn’t afford a mattress, but I was “that b!tch” and “that d¥ke” and the evil capitalist.
And it want just them saying that or making the threats, either. It was their friends and family, people who I’d thought had been my friends, random looky-loos who saw their social media posts about it, and every now and then a garden-variety asshole who was passing by.
I cannot begin to describe how much it fucked me up to have an eviction under my belt, during a pandemic, as the evictor. I cannot begin to describe how much it fucked me up knowing the only way I could enforce the eviction order would be through calling the cops, after George Floyd. Or seeing the damage those two dipshits had done to my home. Or the utter shitshow that actually getting them physically out of the house turned into.
I have my house back. The people who took it from me are gone for now. Things are not and never will be back to normal, and in the end it almost certainly won’t have been worth it, but this was the outcome that would have hurt me the least.
Other preserved posts from fuckyoupaula:
On r/mypartneristrans: [Rant] I (cishet F) know how petty this is, but I hate my ex's (MTF) new voice.
I know how petty this is. I know there's some sexism buried in it, and I know there's some transphobic elements to it. I know all of that, and it sucks. I know I've got some room to improve and work through my own prejudices here. But I still hate my ex's new voice, and I still have to hear it on occasion until after the divorce is finalized.
Part of it (most?) is because it's her talking, and the way she initiated this divorce was vile, exploitative, and downright mean. You sic a process server on your spouse at work, even though you still live with them, and you call your spouse a d*ke after they help you transition? That's going to generate some bad blood. You move in all of your fuckboys into the house and throw your spouse out the same day? Gonna be some bad blood there too. You trickle-truth it out that you'd been cheating for a few months beforehand? Or you unilaterally cancel the auto-payment on the mortgage, so your soon-to-be ex has to pay it while living in a 1BR or else take the credit hit you're somehow okay with? Now you're just being an asshole. Honestly, if you told me she'd started collecting stamps, I'd probably hate those stamps too.
So that's one part of it. Hearing her new voice means I'm hearing her, and that is going to piss me off no matter what. But there's another part of it too. Back before she'd started transitioning, back before she was even out, whenever she wanted to vent about, or more commonly just make fun of, literally any woman, that is the voice she used. That is the voice she practiced with.
When we were shopping for countertops and had a bad interaction with a sales rep at one store, that is the voice my ex used to make fun of her for being a "stupid c*nt." Whenever she was mad at being on hold, that falsetto cackle is the voice she gave the call center worker she'd been talking to. Whenever she made a "dumb blonde" joke1, that is the voice she always "tee-hee"-ed with to emphasize just how stupid the woman was.
It is damn near impossible to hear my ex use that voice and not think that, somehow, she is expressing contempt for women in general when she does it. She knows other women, too. She knows that not all women sound like that. My voice is deeper than hers, for fuck's sake.
And I know how much I sounded like a TERF just there. It frightens and infuriates me how easily I just typed all of that out and meant it. So let me be clear: It is not my intention to deny my ex's identity or how she chooses to express it. I supported her through her transition and stood by her side, right up to the point where she called me a d*ke and threw me out of our house. I worked to address my own issues and hang-ups every step of the way, and I did everything I could to make her transition as humane as possible, and I do not believe for even one second that I had it especially hard as the cis partner. Her identity is her identity, and her voice is her voice, and they are both very valid.
I just also think she's an asshole, and I hate when I have to hear her talk."
Part of it (most?) is because it's her talking, and the way she initiated this divorce was vile, exploitative, and downright mean. You sic a process server on your spouse at work, even though you still live with them, and you call your spouse a d*ke after they help you transition? That's going to generate some bad blood. You move in all of your fuckboys into the house and throw your spouse out the same day? Gonna be some bad blood there too. You trickle-truth it out that you'd been cheating for a few months beforehand? Or you unilaterally cancel the auto-payment on the mortgage, so your soon-to-be ex has to pay it while living in a 1BR or else take the credit hit you're somehow okay with? Now you're just being an asshole. Honestly, if you told me she'd started collecting stamps, I'd probably hate those stamps too.
So that's one part of it. Hearing her new voice means I'm hearing her, and that is going to piss me off no matter what. But there's another part of it too. Back before she'd started transitioning, back before she was even out, whenever she wanted to vent about, or more commonly just make fun of, literally any woman, that is the voice she used. That is the voice she practiced with.
When we were shopping for countertops and had a bad interaction with a sales rep at one store, that is the voice my ex used to make fun of her for being a "stupid c*nt." Whenever she was mad at being on hold, that falsetto cackle is the voice she gave the call center worker she'd been talking to. Whenever she made a "dumb blonde" joke1, that is the voice she always "tee-hee"-ed with to emphasize just how stupid the woman was.
It is damn near impossible to hear my ex use that voice and not think that, somehow, she is expressing contempt for women in general when she does it. She knows other women, too. She knows that not all women sound like that. My voice is deeper than hers, for fuck's sake.
And I know how much I sounded like a TERF just there. It frightens and infuriates me how easily I just typed all of that out and meant it. So let me be clear: It is not my intention to deny my ex's identity or how she chooses to express it. I supported her through her transition and stood by her side, right up to the point where she called me a d*ke and threw me out of our house. I worked to address my own issues and hang-ups every step of the way, and I did everything I could to make her transition as humane as possible, and I do not believe for even one second that I had it especially hard as the cis partner. Her identity is her identity, and her voice is her voice, and they are both very valid.
I just also think she's an asshole, and I hate when I have to hear her talk."
Again from r/mypartneristrans, Going through a godawful divorce, and the closest thing I can find to support usually comes from transphobic asshats.
Just a rant from someone who wishes she had something better to do on a Saturday.
I (cishet F) am going through a painful and exhausting divorce from my wife (MtF), who came out as trans a couple years ago and then decided she couldn’t stay married to “some d*ke” (her words, delivered to me over the phone while her idiot process server was causing a scene at my job because I wouldn’t immediately sign a separation agreement right then and there). To say it’s been a rough transition for her or me would be a gross understatement, but until then she’d managed to stop just shy of outright abuse.
What’s making this process so much harder is that, if and when I make the mistake of opening up about how hard the transition has been for me and how out-of-the-blue hurtful she’s been towards me lately, the majority (or what feels like the majority, at least) of responses I get fall into three categories of awful:
• Lectures and scolding from my friends and people I thought I could trust, who have overwhelmingly taken her side just because she is trans (I sat through three therapists browbeating me, sometimes in front of my ex, that I needed to immediately get on board and be fully comfortable with her transition or I was a horrible bigot);
• Family and strangers coming out of the woodwork to tell me I “got what I deserved” for marrying someone who later came out as trans; and
• TERFs and more garden-variety transphobes whose idea of expressing sympathy or showing support is to say hateful shit about trans people because they think I’ll agree with them.
It’s all terrible, but the third group hurts the most in many ways, because it suddenly puts me in the position where I have to defend the single biggest asshole in my life. Make no mistake: I think my wife is the fucking worst right now, and I would not piss on her to put out a fire, but that is completely separate from her trans identity. She is a she. I can call her by the name she picked for herself, and I can also call her an asshole. And the fact that I have to explain that time and time again to shitbags who call her by her deadname, call her a gay man, call her by any number of slurs, or use the “mentally ill” bullshit argument ... it gets exhausting. It is exhausting. And it always, without fail, provokes a rage-tantrum from the person who wants me to think they’re my ally.
TL;DR: Helped my wife transition and got broadsided by a surprise divorce because she thinks I’m just “some d*ke” now. Opening up about it almost always gets me lectured for being bigoted, mocked for marrying someone who cake out as trans, or suddenly forced to defend the very asshole who initiated the divorce from transphobic shitbags. It gets old.
I (cishet F) am going through a painful and exhausting divorce from my wife (MtF), who came out as trans a couple years ago and then decided she couldn’t stay married to “some d*ke” (her words, delivered to me over the phone while her idiot process server was causing a scene at my job because I wouldn’t immediately sign a separation agreement right then and there). To say it’s been a rough transition for her or me would be a gross understatement, but until then she’d managed to stop just shy of outright abuse.
What’s making this process so much harder is that, if and when I make the mistake of opening up about how hard the transition has been for me and how out-of-the-blue hurtful she’s been towards me lately, the majority (or what feels like the majority, at least) of responses I get fall into three categories of awful:
• Lectures and scolding from my friends and people I thought I could trust, who have overwhelmingly taken her side just because she is trans (I sat through three therapists browbeating me, sometimes in front of my ex, that I needed to immediately get on board and be fully comfortable with her transition or I was a horrible bigot);
• Family and strangers coming out of the woodwork to tell me I “got what I deserved” for marrying someone who later came out as trans; and
• TERFs and more garden-variety transphobes whose idea of expressing sympathy or showing support is to say hateful shit about trans people because they think I’ll agree with them.
It’s all terrible, but the third group hurts the most in many ways, because it suddenly puts me in the position where I have to defend the single biggest asshole in my life. Make no mistake: I think my wife is the fucking worst right now, and I would not piss on her to put out a fire, but that is completely separate from her trans identity. She is a she. I can call her by the name she picked for herself, and I can also call her an asshole. And the fact that I have to explain that time and time again to shitbags who call her by her deadname, call her a gay man, call her by any number of slurs, or use the “mentally ill” bullshit argument ... it gets exhausting. It is exhausting. And it always, without fail, provokes a rage-tantrum from the person who wants me to think they’re my ally.
TL;DR: Helped my wife transition and got broadsided by a surprise divorce because she thinks I’m just “some d*ke” now. Opening up about it almost always gets me lectured for being bigoted, mocked for marrying someone who cake out as trans, or suddenly forced to defend the very asshole who initiated the divorce from transphobic shitbags. It gets old.
Later she vents about the quality of her legal representation. I have the worst goddamn divorce lawyer in the history of lawyers and divorce.
We’re currently twenty minutes into his second fifteen-minute break from a negotiation this morning. He showed up late and had to borrow a copy of the proposed separation agreement from my wife’s lawyer because he didn’t bring one.
His opening gambit this morning was to say there could be no divorce because the marriage was invalid since we got married before Obergefel legalized same-sex marriage. My wife was still a man when we got married and didn’t start transitioning until well after Obergrfel, so ... no. Just no. He also made this argument while calling her by her dead-name.
Oh, and did I mention he’s also warned me that I will be “liable” for abandonment even though she threw me out of the house, a fact he’s also acknowledged in correspondence before and since? Because he sure fucking has.
The only reason I haven’t fired this idiot yet is that I can’t afford the retainer for another lawyer and I’m pretty sure he’s already spent mine.
His opening gambit this morning was to say there could be no divorce because the marriage was invalid since we got married before Obergefel legalized same-sex marriage. My wife was still a man when we got married and didn’t start transitioning until well after Obergrfel, so ... no. Just no. He also made this argument while calling her by her dead-name.
Oh, and did I mention he’s also warned me that I will be “liable” for abandonment even though she threw me out of the house, a fact he’s also acknowledged in correspondence before and since? Because he sure fucking has.
The only reason I haven’t fired this idiot yet is that I can’t afford the retainer for another lawyer and I’m pretty sure he’s already spent mine.
I’ve often wondered if “Paula”’s friends are online enough to have ever been discussed on our fine forum.
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Regret I didn’t search for her earlier but for ref this appears to be Aneesa Khan, the Baltimore public defender who kept Sage from her parents.
Twitter/X: shorty2LiL (very professional)
Would be interested in knowing more about this woman who chose to send a raped child to be raped again rather than hand her back to her own damn family.
IMO the fucking she/her says it all upfront.
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Ran across this in one of the book of faces...
The training guy also posted this:
Audio only archive:
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LOL, also LMAO
Obviously the guy is wrong, the + is for Pedophiles.
The training guy also posted this:
Audio only archive:
Edit:
LOL, also LMAO
Obviously the guy is wrong, the + is for Pedophiles.
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One of the most offensive things about these fucks is how they deliberately seek out places they know they are not welcome just to cause a problem.
Most people, knowing they are not going to be appreciated or welcomed somewhere will just not want to even go there, but to a troon a "women's only" event or space is like honey to a sexual harassment hornet.
It's really a fucking despicable mindset and it's endemic to the troon community, it's like they seek out places they can try to force their way in just because they like to cause problems.
It's fucking vile.
I'd have offered the troon a free private lesson and popped his fucking elbow with a Kimura.
Sorry bro I didn't feel you tap.
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Hey, either she feels guilt and is in denial or does not feel guilt and is not in denial. The causes differ but her choice to SHUT IT DOWN and double down has the same awfulness in the end. Honestly, if she feels guilty, that would be an even bigger reason to be fucking mad at her: someone with no morals who feels like they did nothing wrong genuinely is someone who won't change, while someone who feels like they did something wrong yet refuse to confront it is running away from responsibility. It's someone who doesn't run on pure selfishness choosing to be worse.
If she's a regular lawyer without morals, then she's already below human and it's just a shame we have stupid pond scum like her occupying the legal system. If she feels any sort of bad that's not "waaaah why don't people like meeee" and chooses to stay in denial, she has some humanity and chooses not to take responsibilty for her actions. The later would be worse to me since the former inhuman lawyer is disappointingly expected and barely registers as human.
Sorry to sperg, point I'm trying to say is that neither option is better and I was more imagining what a normal person would be feeling there. She is likely a vacuum of charisma and goodness like most lawyers, I was just too lazy to say "She's probably a pod person like most legal people". Besides, it would be interesting if she feels any actual guilt and not typical self absorbed "reeee stop saying I'm wrong guiez" that cluster bs, sociopaths, and lolcows do when they don't care what they did was wrong, they just want people to stop annoying them about it.
I'm just happy this means people are likely reaming her out. I wonder if she has other social media accounts she had to bunker down or is getting some colorful emails telling her how horrendous she is. It's just a shame if she purges tweets or anything like it.
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Oh my days, I know this one.
He's not a "rock DJ" in any meaningful sense of the word, he has a shit one-hour-a-week show on an obscure Internet radio station that nobody listens to.
The first time I met him I thought he was wearing a dress for a bet, he just looked completely ridiculous. Also he'd used his alleged DJ status to blag a press pass at a gig, then went in the photo pit with a fucking iPhone. Kicked off "don't you know who I am" when security booted him out. Tosser.
We have a lot of trans in the UK rock scene, for the most part they are pretty much accepted or at least ignored. Not this guy though. This unit is universally hated. He just gives off a vibe, pretty much everyone I know goes out of their way to avoid him. Also that's a really flattering picture, he looks a lot more ogreish irl.
Often wondered if one of our pet troons would end up on here at some point, I'm not in the slightest bit surprised that this one got that dubious honor!
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Something always funny about feminists who were popularised by the big progressive wave of the 2010s becoming shocked at what they were advocating for at the same time.
We told you this would happen, we literally pointed it out time and time again, I just wanted to play video games.
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Jessie Gender thinks God of War isn't for conservatives because Kratos is trying to fight against...binary fights? Link / Archive
Metal Gear literally appeals to every political flavor. There are memes of it appealing to Maoists, trad conservatives, even Neo-Nazis. It's fundamentally an anti government and control game. Even the token bisexuals like Volgin or Vamp are either sadistically cruel (Volgin) or the literal vamp (Vamp).
Bioshock deals with genetic engineering in an underwater city built to get away from religion and politics, before devolving into religion and politics away from God. Bioshock Infinite is about religious extremism and using science to steal things, while the first two games was about using science to corrupt humanity in the name of achieving perfection.
Kratos killed the Gods of Olympus who refused to grant him clemency. The games are absolutely brutal. Guaranteed Jessie hasn't even fucking played those games, because I have. Kratos would smash his head in for not reading a book the right way or for trying to get him into bed with those gross bolt-ons.
According to TRAs, conservatives are 'immune to the message'.
Our familiar Khazar pooner believes she can top, content she can now produce a prostate. Link / Archive
Men wanting sex all the time is 'bioessentialism', and is provably incorrect, according to this psych student. Link / Archive
It just came out that well over 200 studies show that males routinely have higher sex drives than females, but ok.
Transgirls are totally into monsterfucking, too. Link / Archive
Our smoking hot woman:
Metal Gear literally appeals to every political flavor. There are memes of it appealing to Maoists, trad conservatives, even Neo-Nazis. It's fundamentally an anti government and control game. Even the token bisexuals like Volgin or Vamp are either sadistically cruel (Volgin) or the literal vamp (Vamp).
Bioshock deals with genetic engineering in an underwater city built to get away from religion and politics, before devolving into religion and politics away from God. Bioshock Infinite is about religious extremism and using science to steal things, while the first two games was about using science to corrupt humanity in the name of achieving perfection.
Kratos killed the Gods of Olympus who refused to grant him clemency. The games are absolutely brutal. Guaranteed Jessie hasn't even fucking played those games, because I have. Kratos would smash his head in for not reading a book the right way or for trying to get him into bed with those gross bolt-ons.
According to TRAs, conservatives are 'immune to the message'.
Our familiar Khazar pooner believes she can top, content she can now produce a prostate. Link / Archive
Men wanting sex all the time is 'bioessentialism', and is provably incorrect, according to this psych student. Link / Archive
It just came out that well over 200 studies show that males routinely have higher sex drives than females, but ok.
Transgirls are totally into monsterfucking, too. Link / Archive
Our smoking hot woman:
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This dude looks like a fucking AI generated horror picture
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I can't see how he can derive any sort of political message from Bioshock - "extreme libertarian underwater city" is just a fun setting, and gives you a villain with coherent motives. "It might lead to man-made monstrosities" is hardly a well thought-out critique of Objectivism, and I don't think it's intended to be.
Troons should be on the side of Andrew Ryan anyway, what with their oestrogen plasmids.
Infinite wouldn't get made today - both the factions in it are pretty objectionable, and nuance isn't allowed in Current Year. Particularly when there's race involved.
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Yeah this is what happens when people too stupid or lazy to seek out more intellectually rigorous content spout their nonsense opinions. Bioshock was fun as fuck, but if I want a philosophy to base my life around I’ll actually read a book.
>my game where I shoot electric bolts from my hands at giant diving suit monsters is why men can become women
Wallace
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The key is to make a post hoc analysis. If you like something, it's queer and empowering. If you don't like it, it's straight and fascist.
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No one wants to collar your tranny ugly ass.
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Seeing nerds become prison gay troons is repulsive on a level previously unknown to members of the human race