Megathread Trannies posting their L's Online - Heckin valid people posting their funny misfortunes on the internet

perhaps some of them hadn't even thought of me being trans before she came up with this.
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I know it's been said over and over, but every single mtf tranny has that shitty little smirk.

None of them can manage a smile like a real person.
I think the reason for the AGP smirk is:
Usually the pictures we see of people smiling, are when they are happy, either in a group enjoying themselves, or for some other reason that has caused them to take a selfie, whatever it is, they are genuinely happy about something and wanted to share that moment.

Troons have that weird agp smirk because they are not actually smiling about anything the purpose of their photo is only to show them, as them, it's like a dick pic.

The thrill is in the "look at me loving out my fetish, look at this clothing and how it relates"
They remeber that people smile in pictures so they smile. They weren't otherwise smiling or happy before they took the selfie, they smile for it only.

Most people wouldn't be in the mood to smile for a picture most of the time so wouldnt take one, but they need to as part of their work at the fetish.
It is basically a work selfie, but the work is themselves (notice them use phrases like "I'm full time now") and girls smile, as part of what they think, so they smile, because it's "girl".
And of course it looks just as good on them as the crop tops do stretched over their chests.
 
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>My boss seemed very cautious when called me gendered words
because she wants to keep her job

>then she suddently said "do you prefer male pronouns, or...?" in front of everyone
this is for all the corporate introductions where every clearly “cis“ person has to disclose their obvious pronouns or compelled to add them to their email signatures. This is the world you troons wanted. This is what you get.
 
Groups with "under siege" mentality (i.e. hardline Northern Irish loyalists, wumaos, Turkish nationalists) lack the self-awareness to realise that the world isn't really out to get them but instead laugh at them and take the piss out of them for being insufferable, obnoxious pieces of shit with a rampant sense of entitlement and an irrational victimhood mentality.
Don't forget cults. Cults always make sure that their members think the world is out to get them in order to build up more emotional dependence on the cult.
 
TiF writes a cope article about how her T dick is better than a mans penis.
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The New Flesh​

Or, Why Only Trans Men Possess the True Phallus​


"What is ape to man? A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. So shall man be to transman: a laughingstock or a painful embarrassment."
-Friedrich Nietzsche, probably, if you translate 'Ubermensch' just a little bit creatively

I was a bottom before I was a top. I'd always been a size queen. For a long time, I mostly had sex with cis men, and I was happiest with the most hung ones.

I avoided other trans men because I didn't realize how truly cock-identified a trans male could be. I didn't realize how vividly we can learn to feel through our prosthetics. I wanted a man who I could feel cumming in me, and in my mind, at that time, that meant a cis man.

Then Vincent came along and converted me, and I've never looked back. Gone were the days of relying on fallible erectile tissue. Soon, Vincent was sliding me 13 fat inches on the regular, having multiple orgasms inside of me, and never getting soft all the while. No risk of pregnancy, very little of disease, and the dick could be as big as my greedy holes desired. I was hooked.

When I discovered the joys of topping, and finally, finally connected to my prosthetic, it was an even more of a revelation.

The phallus is mythologized as a powerful, rigid manifestation of masculine will. That's only really true for trans men. The reality for cis men, sadly, is that their penises have minds of their own. They get tired. They shrivel up in the cold. They have been known to lose interest when the man attached to them is far from disinterested. They spring to attention in the tightest of pants, at the most inconvenient of times. They can be overeager, shooting their loads prematurely. They might be smaller than you wish they were, or occassionally bigger. They get infectious diseases and make babies. And their balls are oh-so-painfully sensitive.

I have none of these problems. My dick does exactly what I want, when I want it to. My dick will never let me down. At this point I personally wouldn't get bottom surgery for all the money in the world. (OK, maybe I would take one for the team for the chance to redistribute wealth to the proletariat, but it would be a sacrifice I would be genuinely reluctant to make.)

Sure, it's less sensitive than it could be, but it feels enough for me to get off, and hard. Frankly, if it was any more sensitive, it might be too much for me to handle. The slightly muted quality of my pleasure allows me the more intense, intellectual and spiritual pleasure of idealized masculine control. It gives me time to build deliberately towards my climaxes, which have become shockingly physical and intense. (The subtle body orgasms of my rubber cock now cause me to squirt a little bit, with no additional physical stimulation.)

Trans male cock is indomitable, infallible, perfect. We're talking bigger, harder, faster, stronger. No refractory period. No waiting. No fucking around with condoms. Just toss it in a pot of boiling water for sterilization.

Sure, sometimes fiddling with a few buckles is a minor inconvenience; and Vincent would literally lose his own cock if it wasn't attached to him (and it isn't, and he does). But the downsides are very much outweighed by the pluses. The truth is I can strap it on in far less time than it takes the average cis male to get hard, find a condom, put on a condom, and get hard again; and if Vincent temporarily misplaces his dick, he has twelve others on standby.

The feats of potency that are available to trans men are almost cartoonish. The only limit on how long we can last is physical exhaustion. And stamina can be trained for.

Also, I can punch myself in the nuts without flinching, which is really funny to do in front of cis men, even if they know I am wearing a packer. They always cringe. But I might as well have balls of steel.

I am a fucking cyborg. I am the Ubermensch. I am a GOD. Long live the new flesh.
Took a look at the profile
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Welcome to Evil Faggot Posse.

We are a sinister triad of gay trans men, a wolf pack, a leather family, a coterie of pretentious dilettantes with compatible perversions and obsessions.

We miss a time when homos were smart, arty, cool and dangerous. We are against assimilation. We believe in Gay and Trans Power.

We have no inferiority complex to gay cis men. We feel cisgender homos have largely abandoned the old ways of Faggotry and have strayed from the path. It is now up to us to embody an outlaw homomasculinity.

Long live the New Flesh.

Gay shit we love:

  • John Rechy
  • Jean Genet
  • Lou Sullivan
  • Kenneth Anger
  • THE SALiVATION ARMY
  • ACT UP
  • Gregg Araki
  • Bruce LaBruce
  • Pink Narcissus
  • Falconhead
  • Storm Constantine’s Wraeththu series
  • Darby Crash
  • Why Are Faggots So Afraid of Faggots? ed. by Matilda Berstein Sycamore
  • Is the Rectum a Grave? by Leo Bersani
  • Queers Read This
  • The Gay Revolutionary by Michael Swift
  • Leather
  • S&M
  • Communism
  • Anarchism
  • Occultism
  • Opera
  • Butoh
  • Continental philosophy
  • Art history
 
The slightly muted quality of my pleasure allows me the more intense, intellectual and spiritual pleasure of idealized masculine control. It gives me time to build deliberately towards my climaxes, which have become shockingly physical and intense. (The subtle body orgasms of my rubber cock now cause me to squirt a little bit, with no additional physical stimulation.)
this is that "full body orgasm" cope you hear from troons. laughable pooner.
 
Trans male cock is indomitable, infallible, perfect. We're talking bigger, harder, faster, stronger. No refractory period. No waiting. No fucking around with condoms. Just toss it in a pot of boiling water for sterilization.
People who write articles and filth like this absolutely break down crying while doing so and have debilitating panic attacks at minor inconveniences. Its obvious to any rational being that needing to mythologize such damaged sexuality in grandiose narcissism is clearly a defensive mechanism that is could easily be shattered by a passing leaf in the wind. No one who feels confident in themselves needs to be so over the top about TMI nonsense.
 
when she was introducing me to the rest of the team, then she suddently said "do you prefer male pronouns, or...?" in front of everyone. That made me feel bad, not gonna lie
This is the way to go if you are forced to deal with a transsexual colleagues: politely put them on the spot. But then some autogynes might enjoy it too much.

My dick does exactly what I want, when I want it to. My dick will never let me down

Just toss it in a pot of boiling water for sterilization.
It is two-third down the article before I realize she is talking about a dildo.
 
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