Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild

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This was a few months ago, but I still think about it every time I'm in this store. It's a supermarket/department store kind of deal (think Walmart Supercenter but a local chain) and I was looking at Halloween decorations in the seasonal section between the grocery store part and the clothing part. The women's section came right up to where I was, and when I went around to look at the other side of the Halloween displays, I came face-to-face with a troon looking through the women's clothing racks. Looked like a frizzy blond-haired Frankenstein's monster, cro-magnon brow and really heavy black eye makeup, no lips to speak of. He was flicking through the different items on the rack really aggressively, like he couldn't find anything that worked for him, and when he saw me he gave me the absolute foulest look. Just a total death glare. I legitimately felt like he was thinking about killing me just for the crime of being an actual female woman and effortlessly feminine even though I had on no makeup and just some hoodie and jeans. I just kind of went,
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and walked away before he could stare at me any longer. I've never had a person look at me like that before. It was so fucking creepy. Honestly would not be surprised if I see him on the news eventually for killing some woman.
 
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A pooner held the door open for me. She had super wide hips with her tits cut off , that gave her the same body shape as grimace. On top of it she was definitely in her late 20s or early 30s with a pube mustache like a 14 year old boy. I was thinking why the fuck would you make yourself look like that and then we made eye contact. I felt like she could tell ( I have no poker face) and then I felt a little bad.

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I legitimately felt like he was thinking about killing me just for the crime of being an actual female woman and effortlessly feminine even though I had on no makeup and just some hoodie and jeans.
And yet these compassionless people expect the rest of society to bend over backwards because their feelings make them so uwu vulnerable uwu.

The more I learn about narcissism the more I see this group, more than any, is defined by it. It's easy to dismiss any group you don't like as narcs, but trannies really hit every note pitch perfect.

...I wonder what story he typed out on Reddit about his encounter with you. Title: "Hooded TERF intimidated me at the clearance rack: my epic comeback where everyone clapped"
 
A pooner held the door open for me. She had super wide hips with her tits cut off , that gave her the same body shape as grimace. On top of it she was definitely in her late 20s or early 30s with a pube mustache like a 14 year old boy. I was thinking why the fuck would you make yourself look like that and then we made eye contact. I felt like she could tell ( I have no poker face) and then I felt a little bad.

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Sorry double post but I just saw this and it perfectly encapsulates the shape of the pooner with alopecia that I always see at my local coffee shop. She's a chunk but chopped off her tits, so instead of looking like a normal chubby person she looks like this. Even fat men don't look like this.

I once commented on her Black Sabbath shirt and she just stared at me like a dumbass so she can go fuck herself with her own packer stupid zoomies and their aestheique band shirts.
 
If you want to go troonwatching, I recommend going to PetCo’s. I was there yesterday to get my dog groomed and I saw a pooner working the cashier station at drop off and a NB woman (she was wearing pins on her shirt that said “not a man” and “not a woman” with trans flags behind, and the pooner had a light mustache, was exactly as tall as me, fawned over my dog with a heckin’ passin’ dood voice, and wore the open flannel shirt as a jacket that dykes used to rock.)

Idk I guess it’s something about troons being really obsessive with pets? Maybe because a dog isn’t going to judge you for your gender identity politics. I also think troons disproportionately like aquariums and herpetology. Or maybe PetCo is really generous with paid sick leave and troon related benefits.
 
Idk I guess it’s something about troons being really obsessive with pets? Maybe because a dog isn’t going to judge you for your gender identity politics. I also think troons disproportionately like aquariums and herpetology. Or maybe PetCo is really generous with paid sick leave and troon related benefits.
All of the above. And more. Pooners at Petco is an offshoot (or a remix?) of the lesbian couple with a Subaru and 5 shelter dogs stereotype. And pooner dog groomers are scaled down (and gender twisted) versions of the female veterinarian. Dykes and dogs just go together. (And women going into STEM fields prefer caring careers.) Retail is a high turnover/low wage/low skill employee biz that provides much needed employment opportunities for autists, artists and other outliers. Mainly because management can't be too picky or intolerant. They need warm bodies and everything about workin' retail sucks. Suburbia always lags a few years behind trends on college campuses and cities. I fully expect that when troonism begins to fall out of favor on campus and in cities, it'll still be well below peak in suburbia.
 
And pooner dog groomers are scaled down (and gender twisted) versions of the female veterinarian.
Surprisingly all the groomers are ordinary women, and rather slight ones at that. The gender club seemed to be working the less-skilled positions: cashier, stock/inventory, help out customers, etc.

Anyway, thread tax: I made some quick illustrations of the troons I saw at PetCo with a rather blunt soft pencil.

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I feel extra sorry for schizophrenics with hallucinations these days. Imagine having barely-controllable visions of mutant Pennywise clowns in horrible technicolor outfits licking their lips in your peripheral vision. And then step on public transit in any major city, wondering in horror why the clown is walking into your sight cone. They've never done that bef- AAAAAAAAHHH!
 
I went to a pizza restaurant with my friends and our waitress was a pooner. She was going for the sort of buzzcut twink look, but had these big dangly earrings in the shape of that combined Mars and Venus troon symbol. She was, however, unmistakably a rather sharp-featured woman.

I don't really want to say anything negative, because her service was excellent - one of our number has an unusual dietary requirement and she went out of her way to ensure that she was accommodated. It's almost as if, as a woman, she would have been socialised to empathise with others and perform emotional labour for them. 🤔

Another thing that somewhat amused me was that the restaurant played pop songs over its sound system, and our waitress would sing along loudly with them, which I think we Kiwis can all agree, is a very manly, very masculine thing to do. :story:
 
This was one on public transport. It was one that you almost didn't notice. It was a guy in his 50s, completely bald. They vaguely looked like J. K. Simmons with a smooth head and face. Less lines. I almost didn't even notice as my peripheral vision was just, "man." Until I looked over. They had make-up on. Very subtle but the face was covered in foundation. Painted. They had very light brown lipstick on. Wearing big round white earrings.
They were wearing a pink shirt.On their shirt was a broach of a white cat wearing a beret and a neck scarf. They had painted nails, wearing a string of pearls bracelet. A bluish-grey miniskirt. They were wearing boots, as seems to be the case with most I see. They at least looked woman styled boots, Blundstone-type ones. Light brown. I couldn't see the socks but they were purple and pink, I assume with cats on them.

I wonder what their story was.

Another odd one, I saw a dude with boobs. They were tall, dressed as a man. Just pants and a t-shirt. Looked like a man but had tits. Not big, but definitely boobs. They jiggled up and down as their t-shirt clung to them. It was really visible. I assume it was a dude with Gynecomastia. I've just never seen that before. They weren't fat. Skinny fat. Didn't look like they worked out. Soft body but not fat. They also were someone who looked like they drank soy milk.
 
It was a guy in his 50s, completely bald. They vaguely looked like J. K. Simmons with a smooth head and face. Less lines. I almost didn't even notice as my peripheral vision was just, "man." Until I looked over. They had make-up on. Very subtle but the face was covered in foundation. Painted. They had very light brown lipstick on. Wearing big round white earrings.
You saw Callixte de Nigremont, not a troon.
 
Saw a particularly tragic example today when I went to buy something, quick in and out.

Whilst I was there, I sat an TiF with the most horrid neck tattoo - pair of crossed flags with the rainbow flag on one and the trans flag on the other. She has a variety of pins, including one that read "Gay As F*ck" and rather notably, a t-shirt that had "Naughty Pup" on it and whilst I'm not inclined to look it up, yes, I think it is in the fetish gay subculture sense.

To top it all off? She had a walker and she wasn't that old. Late twenties, early thirties. I'm sure that if she's on testosterone that'll help any mobility related disabilities!

She was with someone else who I also assumed was some other flavour of gender, especially if they were in a relationship, then I imagine it was two women larping as a gay couple, but not a woman gay couple, a man gap couple which makes sense, I'm sure. :)
 
If you want to go troonwatching, I recommend going to PetCo’s. I was there yesterday to get my dog groomed and I saw a pooner working the cashier station at drop off and a NB woman (she was wearing pins on her shirt that said “not a man” and “not a woman” with trans flags behind, and the pooner had a light mustache, was exactly as tall as me, fawned over my dog with a heckin’ passin’ dood voice, and wore the open flannel shirt as a jacket that dykes used to rock.)

Idk I guess it’s something about troons being really obsessive with pets? Maybe because a dog isn’t going to judge you for your gender identity politics. I also think troons disproportionately like aquariums and herpetology. Or maybe PetCo is really generous with paid sick leave and troon related benefits.
Spay and neutering are on the house.
 
In December I had to speak to a specialist at a hospital to get some stuff set up, and to get some tests done then regarding some issues I have with my legs

While I was waiting, I was browsing social media and sort of just glancing around. It was a small little waiting area with a few people, mostly older senior citizens. While waiting, I hear the tell-tale raspy fucking voice of a pooner. I look up from my phone and see this 5'2" woman with pube hairs on her bright red fucking face, with this poorly dyed faded pink and black hair. She had the ear-gauges and septum piercings and all.
It had to specify it's name was "Aydin." With a Y.

Trannies are not a common thing here - you get the odd flamboyant gay guy, but nothing disruptive. I don't know how to the describe just how fucking sad I felt for the poor woman. She destroyed her body and life over a mental illness. I also wanted to laugh at her tbh.
 
I was at the local Walmart and the self-checkout helper, whatever they're called, was a 6'5" megahun with a man-bun and clown makeup. The combination of his height and the Walmart uniform showing off his manly frame made it extremely obvious. My wife is a bit of an airhead so when I tried to do a subtle "check this shit out" motion with my head as we walked by I may have been a tad bit too obvious and was immediately met with his oh-so-womanly death glare when we looked up at him. I hope his day was a little ruined by the obvious clocking.
 
A youth had gotten her hands on some black boot polish and has been supplementing the peachfuzz on her upper lip with it much to the consternation of the adults she's related too. She is also distraught about the bullying she's experiencing at school. Even the people in her life who are trying to affirm her delusion are at their wit's end trying to get her to not be so fucking stubborn and ridiculous.
 
I hope his day was a little ruined by the obvious clocking.
I don’t doubt it was, but a 6’5” troon in clown make up at Walmart? He must be getting gawked at all day and worse. With how sensitive the average troon is no idea how he hasn’t quit that job or even roped. Maybe he’s very new?
 
Oh boy, I’m glad this thread exists because I haven’t been able to share this yet. And I think it’s worthy of (some) publicity.

For quick context without doxxing myself or acting like a retard, I WFH in SaaS as a manager of a specialist team. We usually hire in house due to the specialized nature of the software, which means we get a whole variety of retards thinking they’re fit for the job when they’ve failed every KPI to their name.

Well I’m conducting interviews on Monday this week and HR puts a “Denise” on my schedule. No problem, I just want this to be over after the 10th interview of the day. So I join the video call, and behold, a fuckin troon with makeup, shaved sides of his head, and a fucking trans flag badge on his T-Shirt (yes not a pin, a badge. like you’d get in 2nd grade. And yes, a fuckin t-shirt for an interview). I knew instantly that little shit wasn’t getting the job since their kind is notorious for internal pot-stirring and I ain’t getting fired because of some wrong pronoun BS.

I hurried up through the questions, 20 mins before the end of the interview, and open the floor to him. He proceeds to ask me if our team is “inclusive”, if we have any allies on the team currently, and what the pay is if he needs to use his short term disability (I shit you not). Absolutely zero questions normal people ask, like about the job, responsibilities, pay, etc.

So while not that great of a story compared to most of y’all’s, I still felt someone of sane mind could get a kick out of it.
 
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