Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild

[HistrionicBitch]

Interesting! I get the impression that the scales really have fallen from a lot of people's eyes. Saying that, I do my best to avoid "pronouns in bio" types (as much as is reasonable) it's Interesting to hear that even some of those types are just doing it out of self preservation.

Honestly I never got the impression that most actually believe what they sell. I still vividly remember being gay bashed in '06 and by '08 the same perps were acting as self professed "allies". Most people hold very few true beliefs or ideals, and will simply go with the flow.
As for thread tax:
Saw a local monstrosity as he was leaving the women's spin class, bleached blonde hair that I'm certain he thinks makes him a bimbo. Pink tights that unfortunately for all involved showed his true sex very clearly. At least 6'3 and built like a truck.

 

[RoachDoggJR]

I went to a DJ set a while back with my boyfriend and friend and I saw a couple of them. The most annoying one was tall, bulky with blue hair and a septum piercing. He was wearing a long trench coat, I think a dress and big army boots. I don't really see them often in my country so it surprised me. He was obnoxious throughout the whole concert, he was shoving a lot of people (mostly women, unsurprisingly) to get through to the crowd and was shouting things at the DJ like "yas mother" and other annoying shit. I clocked him being a troon almost immediately from hearing his voice, you know the awkward mickey mouse estrogen voice.
The joke about troons and dangerhairs smelling bad is very real. The entire place reeked of body odour. Blue haired troon was relatively close to me and he would put his hands on me to grab and move me. But aside from that one, there were some others that were obvious trannies. All really awkward looking, shoulder length greasy hair with glasses and some awkward clothing + bad posture.
The most outlandish one was sitting in the staircase with a sketchbook but nothing to draw/write with? Fat Lad with a beer belly and a crop top on, a frilly tutu and a neon pink wig styled in a bob that looked like it was from a shitty costume store. Full AGP attire. It's really hard not to stare when you can't believe what you're seeing. Other than that we had fun and the music was good but if these types are always gonna be there, I'm not so sure if I'd wanna go again.

 

[neverendingmidi]

I went to a DJ set a while back with my boyfriend and friend and I saw a couple of them. The most annoying one was tall, bulky with blue hair and a septum piercing. He was wearing a long trench coat, I think a dress and big army boots. I don't really see them often in my country so it surprised me. He was obnoxious throughout the whole concert, he was shoving a lot of people (mostly women, unsurprisingly) to get through to the crowd and was shouting things at the DJ like "yas mother" and other annoying shit. I clocked him being a troon almost immediately from hearing his voice, you know the awkward mickey mouse estrogen voice.
The joke about troons and dangerhairs smelling bad is very real. The entire place reeked of body odour. Blue haired troon was relatively close to me and he would put his hands on me to grab and move me. But aside from that one, there were some others that were obvious trannies. All really awkward looking, shoulder length greasy hair with glasses and some awkward clothing + bad posture.
The most outlandish one was sitting in the staircase with a sketchbook but nothing to draw/write with? Fat Lad with a beer belly and a crop top on, a frilly tutu and a neon pink wig styled in a bob that looked like it was from a shitty costume store. Full AGP attire. It's really hard not to stare when you can't believe what you're seeing. Other than that we had fun and the music was good but if these types are always gonna be there, I'm not so sure if I'd wanna go again.

Your description of how they were dressed reminds me of this old cartoon:

 

[Starslop's Adoring Fan]

I'm a Biology major and one of the classes I have right now has a pooner. In the first meeting of the class, everyone had to introduce themselves for the professor to take down attendance. Everyone introduced themselves normally as they corrected how their names were pronounced. Suddenly when my professor called out some random Italian name, this pooner who looked like an angry little lesbian aggressively said "No, that's my deadname, call me Jude." From the look on her face, it looked like she was seething with rage and was about to cry. My professor looked so confused as he was silent for a couple of seconds but eventually shrugged and called her by that name. It was pretty funny that she got all ass mad over her own name when she's a junior and going through attendance is normal for every class lmfao

Other things to note: She is an obese chick who's fashion sense is more of a boomer grandma's than a man's. She also only talks to people if it's about the Dream SMP or Genshin Impact.

 

[Fetish Roulette]

I'm a Biology major and one of the classes I have right now has a pooner.

It's pretty obvious she hasn't learned anything, then.

 

[Brain Power]

Some stinky pooner sat right next to me while I was in a bus yesterday. Typical "shitty dyed haircut, fat, full of piercings and smudgy tattoos, TINY, doesn't pass and just looks like a butch lesbian" looks, kept whining and screaming about "muh emotional damage dood hope I can heccing heal now" to someone in her whatsapp voice messages, and for some reason she was wearing extremely thick winter clothes in summer weather (~25°C/77°F, >70% humidity), which didn't help at all with the smell. Is that a pooner trend? Not even fat manlets do that, they just wear stuff that's baggy, but breathable.

 

[Dr. Butt]

and for some reason she was wearing extremely thick winter clothes in summer weather (~25°C/77°F, >70% humidity)

This is anorexia or actual not-fake body dysmorphia. There are girls who think they look like monsters and cover themselves up in ridiculous ways no matter the weather/temperature. They used to grow out of it by their 20s but now they get drugged and butchered.
Anorexics are also cold all the time if they've been doing it long enough.

 

[Brain Power]

I finally saw some hons in the wild, they're rare here for some reason. Imagine if Anisa forced Idubbbz to wear her clothes, but keep the greasy mullet (optional: add fried colored hair) + Dylan Mulvaney's body and you get the man troons that lurk around this city.

This is anorexia or actual not-fake body dysmorphia. There are girls who think they look like monsters and cover themselves up in ridiculous ways no matter the weather/temperature. They used to grow out of it by their 20s but now they get drugged and butchered.
Anorexics are also cold all the time if they've been doing it long enough.

But when cold seasons come, the pooners here always swap their wardrobe and wear the tiniest and thinnest clothes, so sheer they might as well be naked. Hmmmmmm

 

[SimplyScrumptious]

I KEEP SEEING HIM.
His women’s jeans don’t even fucking fit, but I’m thankful that he wasn’t flashing his panties.

 

[sheepworldvizor]

Pooner wait staff at a yoga cafe. Kinda passed ok until she spoke, then it kinda focused my attention and I clocked her. At least she seemed meek and calm and not an acne rager.

 

[Haloperidol]

I wish I didn’t have so many troon sightings to report. We’re up to four in the workplace. Not my department, thank god, but I see them around sometimes. If you are lucky enough to not encounter troons regularly let me assure you that how no matter how many carefully posed and made-up selfies they post online, all it takes is a single glance to clock these fucks irl. It’s instantaneous. Partly because they have no hips and big jaws and male voices, but mostly because they all tower over me and I’m not even short. It’s the one thing they can never, ever hide and I love that for them.

There are some enby women as well, who all look like they were made in the same factory. Fat, dumpy, short dyed hair, septum piercing. One of them is a pooner for sure, that awful T voice is unmistakable.

And finally, a while back I was stopped at a red light, looked out my window and saw a very memorable specimen on the sidewalk. I wish I had the skills to draw this guy, he had messy long blonde hair with his cro-magnon brow obscuring his eyes, scowling, pronounced stubble, was wearing a white t-shirt with a tight pink slip over it, hairy legs and sneakers. I just gawked and tried to process what I was seeing until the light turned green. What a city!

Edit: I shit you not, I just walked past another one on the way home from the store. Asian guy dressed like a schoolgirl wearing cat-ear headphones, talking on the phone in a fake high voice. I’m moving to the fucking woods.

 

[Metal Slime 20x6]

Went to open skate today and there was a troon at the rink. I didn’t see his face at first and he skated up and passed me, and I clocked him instantly from behind. Tall, no hips, wide shoulders. Fortunately he didn’t do anything obnoxious and kept to himself.

 

[Larry David's Opera Cape]

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I KEEP SEEING HIM.
His women’s jeans don’t even fucking fit, but I’m thankful that he wasn’t flashing his panties.

He has Torgo knees.

 

[LemonParty]

This is a shameful story but it belongs here so I'll tell it.

>be me

I went to a Celtic Faire recently. Think bronze age to colonial age, everyone dresses up, be it a Roman tunic to a full suit of 100 Year War English armor, it's nerd shit and it's a good time.

While there I noticed a tranny walking around in a crimson corset and mini skirt (obviously there is no period in history besides the gay present that this was a thing). Other than his fetish gear the troon was about 60yo and skeleton thin with a white beard and a long blonde wig. He was walking around by himself because of course he was, this level of degeneracy doesn't find company offline.

I didn't say anything to him even though he gave me a weird grin at the end of the day. It was strange, my wife was trying on an ancient brass replica hair ornament thingy at a booth. The young sales lady was playing with my wife's (my wife's not fat) hair to weave the ornament in. And there he was, the bearded troon grinning at me while he watched the two young ladies play with their hair. The significance of this moment later came to my attention.

Two or three hours earlier we where at the English encampment. This place was huge, the Romans, the Gual's, the French, etc all had their own camps. I was watching the English blacksmith hammer down on an ingot of iron while a reenactor explained the arms race between long bows, armor piercing arrows, and plate armor while my wife drew closer and closer. At the end of the 20minute demonstration she was basicly hanging off my right side... at the time I assumed she was cold but I didn't learn the reason until much later.

Why is this shameful you ask? Because I failed to tell my wife about troons, because I failed to notice the creepy old man in fetish gear coming closer and closer to us, coming uncomfortably close to her. An elderly man in bondage gear creeping over my wife's shoulder.

She knows now, I know now, to look for predators in a public. (read trannies). When she told me what happened I felt shame. Had I known what happened to her I would have happily yelled slurs, or shoved him away. Assault and Battery charges be damned, I'm willing to stand for something

 

[DSHK]

Idk if this counts but i lold when i saw it

 

[Moon Lighter]

Here's a recent one that was hilariously stereotypical in retrospect: It starts on the bus. While it doesn't smell great in there, it's (usually) inoffensive. As I was getting off the bus, I was suddenly hit with a blast of the worst BO I've smelled in years. I'm talking worse than anything I've encountered at the gym or during sweaty tourist season. I'm sleep-addled enough not to say anything but awake enough to physically cringe. I was wondering wtf would cause such a rank smell to be perceptible out in the open air--it should be the other way around, I should've noticed it on the bus. Just as soon as the thought forms in my head, a purpled-haired buzz-cut pooner with a they/them pronoun pin on her canvas backpack (among others I didn't have time to read, probably more pronouns and pride flags I am unaware of) quickly scuttles in front of me and goes the other direction. Then the horrible scent fades and it smells like a crisp March morning again. Imagine having your mental illness clockable by scent alone...

This one is a second-hand account. I was helping my mother move some stuff into a storage unit and the topic went to the prevalence of wokeness, etc. It reminded her of something, so she told me how she saw a troon at Victoria's Secret. Well, she heard him first... Said something along the lines of "I don't know what happened *insert faux girly tee-hee*... I need a bigger size" while in the changing booth. Apparently, the HRT did not affect his voice enough because he was clockable from it alone, never mind what he actually said. He had an attendant who was forced to grab him new sizes--apparently, she was polite but visibly tense (just subtly enough that an autist [most trannies by definition] would've never picked up on it). He comes out and as you would expect, he's a hulking six-foot man in a dress. He had a greasy ponytail and visible stubble, he was just as unkempt as your average neckbeard. Not only that, he has his blue-haired handmaiden (possibly a t4t TIF GF, couldn't say for sure) as his shopping guide. He was very... Euphoric about bra shopping, constantly talking about how new and exciting having breasts is, and manhandling every bra in sight just to put it back. My mom quickly GTFO and other women were slowly clearing out too. While troons offer a new customer base for gender-specific markets, they seem to also repel the main customer base as well.

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

I thank Godbear I only have a couple of stories to share.

Spoiler: Story #1

In the past, I played sports in a recreational league that made arrangements with nearby sports bars to encourage participants to patronize them after games in return for the bars providing a weekly coupon to each team offering a deal on either beer or food.

As usual, a teammate and I went to the sponsor bar after one of our games. We arrive and we can't figure out why the parking lot is fuller than usual. When we go inside, the place is packed with gays, lesbians, and transgendered people wearing pastel colors, all sorts of pride apparel, and buttons/pins with various rallying phrases and perhaps pronoun information as well. My teammate and I ended up being seated outdoors because there was no room inside for anyone else. Upon being seated, the two of us are quietly wondering what the hell is going on because we had never seen so many people at this sports bar during this particular time and day of the week let alone overflowing with LGBTetc people.

Eventually, a couple of people from that group sat down at our table. With it obvious we weren't part of their group, they casually asked why we were there. After we answered, they explained that they and the rest of the large group was part of some LGBTetc group having some sort of (pride-themed?) bar crawl that chose to visit this particular sports bar.

Fortunately, what little conversation we had together was cordial and civil. I think part of that is because our table mates were pleased that one of their friends had just won some sort of contest inside the bar. Still, my teammate and I dodged a bullet because we could have easily had people at the table who were less friendly and more confrontational with obvious outsiders to their group.

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Spoiler: Story #2

For the recent primary election that recently happened here, my polling place switched locations to a bigger venue that now accommodates my precinct and an adjoining one. With the change, it looks like we had some new poll workers because some of the long-time poll workers from my precinct were noticeably absent.

One of the new persons checking people's information against the list of registered voters was MTF with the expected jawline and voice to go with it. The person's appearance was obvious enough that a legally blind person also in line successfully clocked them as well.

 

[Brain Power]

Oh god I saw a kid troon sitting in a bench nearby, or at least it looked like one. He barely looked 12, looked like the groomers had just "cracked his egg" from the still short hair and bad attempt at drag queen makeup and was wearing some extremely tiny clothes that not even an instathot would wear. Creepy shit.

 

[Sniperwoof]

My local Walmart is turning into a pooner convention and I have no idea why, I see at least five working there everytime I go.

Does their insurance cover the rotdog surgery or something?

 

[Larry David's Opera Cape]

My local Walmart is turning into a pooner convention and I have no idea why, I see at least five working there everytime I go.

Does their insurance cover the rotdog surgery or something?

Retail has gone through some desperate times labor-wise in the past several years and has been hiring people who otherwise would find some way to collect SSI.