I am honestly just convinced that it's porn-sickness and either untreated or badly treated autism at this point. I'm so beyond caring at this stage that I've just considered them a lost cause.
My best friend trooned out back in the late 80s when he was about 29. His younger brother (my boyfriend for years until he came out of the closet at 21) also started transitioning about 12 months after, but he took his own life shortly after his brother had SRS. They were both gay men, and very promiscuous, although the oldest brother did have one long term live in relationship that lasted about 3 years before his partner left him for someone younger. We were very close, and while I didn’t really believe in people being trans, I did support him and spend a lot of time with him when he was cross-dressing both away from work, and after he quit work. In those days there were loads of pre-requisites before getting surgery, including months of psych appointments, 12 months minimum of total social transition etc. He decided eventually that he wasn’t going to wait for that, so bought his plane ticket to Thailand for breast augmentation and penile inversion surgery. A mutual friend told me, it was botched. I have no idea how because prior to going overseas, his shrink told him to dump all his female friends because we’d never accept him as a woman, and be offended by his role play. Plus we were at the age where we’d start having kids, that he could never do and that would reinforce that he was not and never could be a real woman.
I have no idea what happened to him, because I never saw him again. I suspect he regretted his castration though because sex was such a driving force in his life, and I doubt he managed any satisfying sex after his SRS. Before SRS, he’d hit the beats multiple times every weekend, and often during the week. We see how bad the results of the surgeries are now, over 35 years later, so I can’t even imagine the abomination of a neo vagina he would have had. What I did get to do though was have a really good discussion with both brothers before I was cut loose. What I learned from both of them was that getting a life partner was really hard for gays as they aged. 30 was considered the end of the line for getting a permanent partner. After 30 you were just an old has been queen, to be ridiculed by the younger prettier ones. The younger brother 41%ed at 31 years old, a few days after I gave birth to my firstborn. I wasn’t even told at the time, instead finding out months later from a mutual friends mother. I still wonder about the older brother. I don’t even know if he stayed in the state, if he ever married, or ever found any happiness in his life. It’s shocking to me how not only could they change their bodies so drastically, committing to a lifetime of pharmaceutical reliance, but also cut off so many of their friends and family in pursuit of the impossible. This man wasn’t stupid, he was actually a scientist, yet he could still be sucked down the black hole of sex reassignment. If he’s still alive I’m sure he’d be horrified at what he looks like now as a 67 year old Troon. He was always incredibly vain, and I can’t imagine his femininity measured up to his extremely high standards, given he never passed even when socially transitioning. He did have really nice clothes though, nothing like the shit troons these days try to shock us with.
Edited for spelling