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i was actually just recommended a video by this pooner on YouTube and found this post by doing a search for Gialu, which is apparently her name
below on the left is her picture from the "inclusive talent agency" whose website is now defunct, and on the right is her current look
the worst part is seeing her before pictures that she seems to gush over in her videos. she used to be cute af and now looks like a gross wigger
the most ironic part of this saga is that i was about to instinctually click "Don't recommend this channel" on the short before i saw that it was about top surgery. i don't know what song is being used in the video below but it's a very common YouTube Shorts song that every white woman who's begging for attention puts as the background song. i'm sick and tired of having horse lady videos, girlboss videos, and "workout" videos pop up in my feed with this background song. very manly song choice, little pooner
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Forget the hairline, what's wrong with his skull?
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Is there anything about this woman that sets her apart from all the others? I can see that she was a beautiful woman ...but other than that?
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Hon Lisa is a new girl on the block whose recent escapades earnt him a few posts on the L’s thread. Having done a deeper dive I now consider him worth following and posting here. He isn’t quite Super Hon, but he is in the same ball park. Below is a cross-post from the L’s thread (apologies if you’ve already seen it).
Like a fool I started reading the post history of the man whose wife issued an ultimatum and it’s a bit of a trip
No, really, I want your full life story!
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Like a fool I started reading the post history of the man whose wife issued an ultimatum and it’s a bit of a trip
- Born in the US but lives in Tamworth NSW in Australia
- Aged 53
- Three tours in Iraq with the US Navy, has combat PTSD. Is now an RN. Given his home town is Australia’s fattest and laziest, he must be busy.
- 6’1”, broadshouldered, bearded, autistic, bisexual, porn-brained, over-sharer
- Known his wife for 30 years, married for 27, four adult kids
- His brother trooned out 30 years ago (they’re not close)
- He has known he was trans since he was 13. His trans name is Lisa. He and a male friend were fooling around at 13 and he once dressed in the clothes of the friend’s sister while doing so
- Pro tip: although g-strings feel sexier, period panties are better for tucking
- He likes motorbikes
I think do me it started in early childhood. From a young age it became quite obvious that my mother really wanted a daughter. Instead she got two sons. When my brother (now sister) was born, she received condolence cards from female family that said “sorry you didn’t have a girl, hopefully next time.” When she was pregnant with me she was so convinced I was going to be a girl, she only had a girl’s name picked out for me.
As we were growing up my dad was often absent due to the rigour of his jobs. Mom didn’t know how to raise boys. This became very obvious when puberty hit for both of us. My brother was sexually active, I was not. When my mother caught us with explicit materials, you would have thought we had murdered someone. Funnily enough if she had known about either of our predilections, at the time I think she would have reacted just as strongly. However, when my sister came out as trans, rather than ostracism she received acceptance. Not just from Mom, but all of our female relatives, even to the point of being invited on female family events (sisters retreats, my mom called them). I think for me and likely my sister as well it all stems from a lack of acceptance from our mother. The difference is my sister is out, I am not.
As we were growing up my dad was often absent due to the rigour of his jobs. Mom didn’t know how to raise boys. This became very obvious when puberty hit for both of us. My brother was sexually active, I was not. When my mother caught us with explicit materials, you would have thought we had murdered someone. Funnily enough if she had known about either of our predilections, at the time I think she would have reacted just as strongly. However, when my sister came out as trans, rather than ostracism she received acceptance. Not just from Mom, but all of our female relatives, even to the point of being invited on female family events (sisters retreats, my mom called them). I think for me and likely my sister as well it all stems from a lack of acceptance from our mother. The difference is my sister is out, I am not.
No, really, I want your full life story!
This was actually written last year but it ended up saved in my draft folder. I found it while clearing my cache.
TLDR - born a boy, puberty brought on boy body, girl feelings; played around with a boy - didn’t help the feelings; grew up thought it was a phase; got married, had kids; got older feelings unchanged; got injured, depressed, 10 years no sex; brother now sister; what about me, it isn’t fair; I took titty skittles - loved the effect; I want to be a woman; closest therapist 6 hours away; questions, questions and more questions; wife anti- trans - afraid to come out.
This was originally going to be a response to ask transgender, but it got kind of long.
I am a 52 AMAB who is pre everything, maybe…anyway here is my story.
I was 13. I was in the beginning of puberty, but was still a scrawny little boy. I had started noticing changes in the girls at school and in my youth group at church. I didn’t have any sisters to see the changes happening gradually to, so it was very much in my face, like “what happened? One moment they were just one of the guys, and the next they were so different”. The thing was as a pubescent boy I liked the changes, the feelings they aroused in me were both exhilarating (sexually) and jealousy that they looked so good.
As a kid growing up in the 80s the word transgender was totally unknown to me and the internet was not even dreamed of yet. I know it sounds creepy, but I used to watch the girls, how they looked, how they dressed, putting on makeup, doing their hair. I was fascinated by it. Of course I was also liking the short skirts and tight tops for another reason, but the interesting thing, that I didn’t realise fully at the time was, that even when I thought about the girls sexually, I imagined that I was the girl, not that I was with her. I had not seen porn at that stage in my life (that happened later in that year courtesy of a classmate who lived across the road from me), so I didn’t really know what girls looked like under their clothes, nor did I know what was involved in sex beyond sex education classes.
As I became more jealous of the girls I started to explore my mothers dresses and underwear drawer. I even tried lipstick a few times. My parents were not open to this behaviour. Most of the time I got away with it, but I did get caught by my mother once and boy did she let me have it. The clothes got me very excited, but the lipstick made me feel just right. I loved the feeling of bright red lips (I still do), but I always had to scrub it off before my mother got home. I even put on nail polish a few times. I loved (still do actually) painting my toenails because I would look down and feel so feminine, plus I could hide my feet in socks and shoes. This stopped when I started to run track and later cross country and was changing socks and shoes in the boys locker room (Not a place to be exploring your femininity, let me tell you). When I was dressed up and when I thought of myself, I referred to myself as “Lisa”, I still do to be honest.
In those first few years, I also had a best friend whom I explored my sexuality with (we didn’t understand that we were actually doing that at the time). In those times that I stayed over at his house we often had the run of the place. His parents were divorced, his mother worked, he had an older and a younger sister that pretty much left him alone as long as he did the same to them. I would dress up in his younger sisters clothes (they were the closest in size to me) and we would make out, we would then rub against each other until climax. Looking back I wish that I knew then, what I know now, and that we had actually had sex. I know that even then he would have been the “man” and I would have been the “woman” because that is how I felt at the time and often still do. Unfortunately, he moved away a year later, and while we still saw each other on occasion, it was not the same.
After my friend moved, I pretty much had no friends. I was a weird, awkward nerd. At the time I didn’t know that I was autistic, nor did I know that the weird noises and movements I made were Tourette’s. People didn’t want to be around me and unfortunately, I didn’t know how to relate to the people around me. I related better to people who were older than me. I really wanted a girlfriend at the time but no girl would have me. I didn’t start my growth spurt until I was halfway through my sophomore year of high school, by then I was crossdressing in my mothers clothes, on a daily basis. On days when I didn’t have gym I would sometimes wear pantyhose to school under my jeans. By this point I was looking at porn magazines that I had hidden in my room regularly and would masturbate while imagining myself as a woman.
What I did not know at the time, was that my older brother (who unlike me was sexually active with girls) was also questioning his gender identity. I was a typical younger brother and snooped in his room and found lingerie, mini skirts and tight womens tops. I also found photos of girls from school modelling this clothes amongst his possessions. Obviously, it never occurred t me that he himself was wearing those clothes. However, fast forward to when I left home and joined the navy, and he comes out as transgender. By that point in my life I had told myself that my actions as a teenager was just a phase and that I had to “man up” and act more masculine. It helped that with my growth spurt, combined with years of running track and cross country, and the rigours of boot camp, I was now 6’1” broad chested, strong young man (still autistic and awkward socially) but knew who I was and wasn’t about to let a childish fantasy destroy my sense of self.
My sibling (I was not prepared to call her my sister at the time) had cut herself off from family, much to my parents distress. Admittedly, showing up in womenswear at my parents house and declaring to them that this is who she is and that she doesn’t consider them her parents, was probably not the best way to come out, but that is between her and them. I eventually tracked her down and made her make contact with them and repair the relationship. She has lived as a woman for 32 years and was able to have bottom surgery in 2021. But that Is her story, not mine. Unfortunately, we don’t talk, partially because I live in Australia and she is in the USA, but also because we have never gotten along. She was one of many to bully me as a child.
After that it became more imperative to “be the man”, to get married and pass on the family name. For years I was happy to do this. Yes I still have gender dysphoria, and yes over the years (in secret) I would cross dress when there was no chance of getting caught. About 10 years ago I started to get depressed. I had injured my back at work and developed some erectile dysfunction as a result of the pain I was in. I had surgery and was able to get back to work ok, but than it happened again. This time the ED was much worse. I couldn’t get it up without a lot of stimulation, and then only for a few minutes. I was given the little blue pill, but my wife hated it (I could last a long time but not climax). Also she started to go through the change and fully lost her libido. Every time I approached her, I was rebuffed, until I finally stopped trying. Eventually, the dysphoria started to rear its ugly head again. I hated how I looked. My daughter used a gender changing filter on me one night and it was like I was looking at my mother or one of my aunts. I was enthralled. All of a sudden when I imagined myself as a woman I could actually picture how I would look. Whenever I play video games I always made female characters.
I started looking for ways to express my feminine side. I started secretly wearing womens panties under my normal boxers. Thankfully, I have brittle fingernails, so I had a reason to start painting my nails with a strengthening polish, I started to experiment with different polishes on my toes (currently my toes are alternating pink and fire engine red), I am not very good with them as I have a bad tremor, but it feels nice to experiment. I even bought a nice red lipstick. I love stockings and I bought a nice floral print dress that I will secretly dress in, when my wife is not around.
I had been shaving my body hair for a while due to some form of contact dermatitis under the hair.I recently, started laser therapy to get rid of all of the hair from the neck down (I still have a beard, or did up until a few months ago) and am considering the face as well at a later date.
So what led to this sudden epiphany, you may ask? I don’t fully know. The feeling has been there since I was 13 (am now 52). Approximately a month ago I did something kind of stupid and started dosing myself with my wife’s estradiol pessaries (she wasn’t using them). For me the estrogen was “like a lightbulb moment”, it just felt right. It wasn’t sexual, although there was an excitement to it. So I did it again the next day, and then the day after that and so on for a full fortnight. Emotionally I was a mess. All of a sudden, I just wanted to present as a woman, to have female features and wanted the influence of the estrogen. I ended up coming out to my oldest daughter. I spoke to my GP, but have yet to speak to a counselor (I live in country New South Wales), so would likely have to travel for this. I told myself I would stop, but I found myself continuing to dose myself. This will end soon as I only have 4 doses left with no repeats on the script.
Unfortunately, my wife is very anti-trans (not transphobic, as that implies fear), but of the belief that it is a sin. I am honestly not sure where I sit on this fence, as this was also me up until the last few years. I can’t and don’t want to imagine not having my wife in my life (we have been married for 27 years) and she has helped me to shape into the person I am today. I like being a dad, I like being her husband and she,is my best friend. Unfortunately, I know that if I came out to her as trans it would spell the end of my marriage. As well as the rest of my life as I know it.
I guess I am after a bit of advice. I know that coming out as trans would have far reaching consequences in both my personal, family and wider social life. Am I trans? Or am I just fetishising this whole experience? I will be honest I love how the estrogen makes me feel and part of me wants to continue on HRT and feminise myself, but I also know am also afraid of the consequences of that decision. Where do I go from here and how should I proceed? I know I need to find a counsellor, however, there is none close by.
TLDR - born a boy, puberty brought on boy body, girl feelings; played around with a boy - didn’t help the feelings; grew up thought it was a phase; got married, had kids; got older feelings unchanged; got injured, depressed, 10 years no sex; brother now sister; what about me, it isn’t fair; I took titty skittles - loved the effect; I want to be a woman; closest therapist 6 hours away; questions, questions and more questions; wife anti- trans - afraid to come out.
This was originally going to be a response to ask transgender, but it got kind of long.
I am a 52 AMAB who is pre everything, maybe…anyway here is my story.
I was 13. I was in the beginning of puberty, but was still a scrawny little boy. I had started noticing changes in the girls at school and in my youth group at church. I didn’t have any sisters to see the changes happening gradually to, so it was very much in my face, like “what happened? One moment they were just one of the guys, and the next they were so different”. The thing was as a pubescent boy I liked the changes, the feelings they aroused in me were both exhilarating (sexually) and jealousy that they looked so good.
As a kid growing up in the 80s the word transgender was totally unknown to me and the internet was not even dreamed of yet. I know it sounds creepy, but I used to watch the girls, how they looked, how they dressed, putting on makeup, doing their hair. I was fascinated by it. Of course I was also liking the short skirts and tight tops for another reason, but the interesting thing, that I didn’t realise fully at the time was, that even when I thought about the girls sexually, I imagined that I was the girl, not that I was with her. I had not seen porn at that stage in my life (that happened later in that year courtesy of a classmate who lived across the road from me), so I didn’t really know what girls looked like under their clothes, nor did I know what was involved in sex beyond sex education classes.
As I became more jealous of the girls I started to explore my mothers dresses and underwear drawer. I even tried lipstick a few times. My parents were not open to this behaviour. Most of the time I got away with it, but I did get caught by my mother once and boy did she let me have it. The clothes got me very excited, but the lipstick made me feel just right. I loved the feeling of bright red lips (I still do), but I always had to scrub it off before my mother got home. I even put on nail polish a few times. I loved (still do actually) painting my toenails because I would look down and feel so feminine, plus I could hide my feet in socks and shoes. This stopped when I started to run track and later cross country and was changing socks and shoes in the boys locker room (Not a place to be exploring your femininity, let me tell you). When I was dressed up and when I thought of myself, I referred to myself as “Lisa”, I still do to be honest.
In those first few years, I also had a best friend whom I explored my sexuality with (we didn’t understand that we were actually doing that at the time). In those times that I stayed over at his house we often had the run of the place. His parents were divorced, his mother worked, he had an older and a younger sister that pretty much left him alone as long as he did the same to them. I would dress up in his younger sisters clothes (they were the closest in size to me) and we would make out, we would then rub against each other until climax. Looking back I wish that I knew then, what I know now, and that we had actually had sex. I know that even then he would have been the “man” and I would have been the “woman” because that is how I felt at the time and often still do. Unfortunately, he moved away a year later, and while we still saw each other on occasion, it was not the same.
After my friend moved, I pretty much had no friends. I was a weird, awkward nerd. At the time I didn’t know that I was autistic, nor did I know that the weird noises and movements I made were Tourette’s. People didn’t want to be around me and unfortunately, I didn’t know how to relate to the people around me. I related better to people who were older than me. I really wanted a girlfriend at the time but no girl would have me. I didn’t start my growth spurt until I was halfway through my sophomore year of high school, by then I was crossdressing in my mothers clothes, on a daily basis. On days when I didn’t have gym I would sometimes wear pantyhose to school under my jeans. By this point I was looking at porn magazines that I had hidden in my room regularly and would masturbate while imagining myself as a woman.
What I did not know at the time, was that my older brother (who unlike me was sexually active with girls) was also questioning his gender identity. I was a typical younger brother and snooped in his room and found lingerie, mini skirts and tight womens tops. I also found photos of girls from school modelling this clothes amongst his possessions. Obviously, it never occurred t me that he himself was wearing those clothes. However, fast forward to when I left home and joined the navy, and he comes out as transgender. By that point in my life I had told myself that my actions as a teenager was just a phase and that I had to “man up” and act more masculine. It helped that with my growth spurt, combined with years of running track and cross country, and the rigours of boot camp, I was now 6’1” broad chested, strong young man (still autistic and awkward socially) but knew who I was and wasn’t about to let a childish fantasy destroy my sense of self.
My sibling (I was not prepared to call her my sister at the time) had cut herself off from family, much to my parents distress. Admittedly, showing up in womenswear at my parents house and declaring to them that this is who she is and that she doesn’t consider them her parents, was probably not the best way to come out, but that is between her and them. I eventually tracked her down and made her make contact with them and repair the relationship. She has lived as a woman for 32 years and was able to have bottom surgery in 2021. But that Is her story, not mine. Unfortunately, we don’t talk, partially because I live in Australia and she is in the USA, but also because we have never gotten along. She was one of many to bully me as a child.
After that it became more imperative to “be the man”, to get married and pass on the family name. For years I was happy to do this. Yes I still have gender dysphoria, and yes over the years (in secret) I would cross dress when there was no chance of getting caught. About 10 years ago I started to get depressed. I had injured my back at work and developed some erectile dysfunction as a result of the pain I was in. I had surgery and was able to get back to work ok, but than it happened again. This time the ED was much worse. I couldn’t get it up without a lot of stimulation, and then only for a few minutes. I was given the little blue pill, but my wife hated it (I could last a long time but not climax). Also she started to go through the change and fully lost her libido. Every time I approached her, I was rebuffed, until I finally stopped trying. Eventually, the dysphoria started to rear its ugly head again. I hated how I looked. My daughter used a gender changing filter on me one night and it was like I was looking at my mother or one of my aunts. I was enthralled. All of a sudden when I imagined myself as a woman I could actually picture how I would look. Whenever I play video games I always made female characters.
I started looking for ways to express my feminine side. I started secretly wearing womens panties under my normal boxers. Thankfully, I have brittle fingernails, so I had a reason to start painting my nails with a strengthening polish, I started to experiment with different polishes on my toes (currently my toes are alternating pink and fire engine red), I am not very good with them as I have a bad tremor, but it feels nice to experiment. I even bought a nice red lipstick. I love stockings and I bought a nice floral print dress that I will secretly dress in, when my wife is not around.
I had been shaving my body hair for a while due to some form of contact dermatitis under the hair.I recently, started laser therapy to get rid of all of the hair from the neck down (I still have a beard, or did up until a few months ago) and am considering the face as well at a later date.
So what led to this sudden epiphany, you may ask? I don’t fully know. The feeling has been there since I was 13 (am now 52). Approximately a month ago I did something kind of stupid and started dosing myself with my wife’s estradiol pessaries (she wasn’t using them). For me the estrogen was “like a lightbulb moment”, it just felt right. It wasn’t sexual, although there was an excitement to it. So I did it again the next day, and then the day after that and so on for a full fortnight. Emotionally I was a mess. All of a sudden, I just wanted to present as a woman, to have female features and wanted the influence of the estrogen. I ended up coming out to my oldest daughter. I spoke to my GP, but have yet to speak to a counselor (I live in country New South Wales), so would likely have to travel for this. I told myself I would stop, but I found myself continuing to dose myself. This will end soon as I only have 4 doses left with no repeats on the script.
Unfortunately, my wife is very anti-trans (not transphobic, as that implies fear), but of the belief that it is a sin. I am honestly not sure where I sit on this fence, as this was also me up until the last few years. I can’t and don’t want to imagine not having my wife in my life (we have been married for 27 years) and she has helped me to shape into the person I am today. I like being a dad, I like being her husband and she,is my best friend. Unfortunately, I know that if I came out to her as trans it would spell the end of my marriage. As well as the rest of my life as I know it.
I guess I am after a bit of advice. I know that coming out as trans would have far reaching consequences in both my personal, family and wider social life. Am I trans? Or am I just fetishising this whole experience? I will be honest I love how the estrogen makes me feel and part of me wants to continue on HRT and feminise myself, but I also know am also afraid of the consequences of that decision. Where do I go from here and how should I proceed? I know I need to find a counsellor, however, there is none close by.
He is bisexual. He developed erectile dysfunction a decade ago, but takes Viagra. His wife is a survivor of childhood SĄ, and for physical reasons has found sex very painful for the last decade, so what does our boy do? That’s right, porn and trips down to Sydney for gloryhole fun.
I am 6’1”, very hairy, deep bass voice. In no way effeminate. I will never pass . But life remains worth living. We’re there is life there is hope. Don’t give up before you have a chance to live. Also I work with a bio woman who is taller than me and she has been married and has a family. There is someone for every one.
He is not as religious as his wife, but is still religious. But what type?
The kids referred to are in the kids group at the church, not the pastor’s. But only Catholic priests are celibate. Protestant clergy can marry.
Nothing specifically mentioned.
I don’t think so. His clergyman is referred to as a pastor, which knocks out Catholicism and Mormonism, and probably Anglicanism too. The most popular religions in Tamworth are none, followed by Anglican and Catholic, but there are a few non-conforming protestants in that region, so my hot guess is either Baptist or non-specific Evangelical. Mormons are more a big city thing.
The kids referred to are in the kids group at the church, not the pastor’s. But only Catholic priests are celibate. Protestant clergy can marry.
Nothing specifically mentioned.
I don’t think so. His clergyman is referred to as a pastor, which knocks out Catholicism and Mormonism, and probably Anglicanism too. The most popular religions in Tamworth are none, followed by Anglican and Catholic, but there are a few non-conforming protestants in that region, so my hot guess is either Baptist or non-specific Evangelical. Mormons are more a big city thing.
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Is it bad if I feel a little sad that I probably can't ever do what she did? I cannot go topless and flaunt my boobed female body pretending to be a basic bro. It must be incredibly freeing in a way, to not have the spidey sense of being watched because my female body stood out in a public place. Not enough to convince me to slice my breasts off though.
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These are all from a video regarding an intersex activist detailing her CAIS condition. Video below:
On how Taiwanese ladyboys make better women:
"Basic biology means ovaries get dropped into balls"
Med student talks about 'genetically cis' people:
So complicated, uwu:
These people, when asked what Mullerian or Wolffian development is, will look at you as if you spoke Aramaic. Despite the data being out there, they continue to peddle this nonsensical bullshit.
Oh, and there is one who said he absorbed the DNA of his twin and has functional sperm AND a vagina. Will have to post that one later.
On how Taiwanese ladyboys make better women:
"Basic biology means ovaries get dropped into balls"
Med student talks about 'genetically cis' people:
So complicated, uwu:
These people, when asked what Mullerian or Wolffian development is, will look at you as if you spoke Aramaic. Despite the data being out there, they continue to peddle this nonsensical bullshit.
Oh, and there is one who said he absorbed the DNA of his twin and has functional sperm AND a vagina. Will have to post that one later.
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You know, I keep questioning why that is the case.
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Being a constant victim 24/7 must be so tiring. I love that it was put in r/changemyview too. You're transgender and think body mutilation and makeup changes your sex.
I doubt he went in there wanting to hear a reasonable opinion and debate about it. They want people to stop talking about them, then they go everywhere humanly possible so they can shill their dollar store politics to a new hugbox.
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TIL that misgendering a trans person is literally the same as using Avada Kedavra on them.
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I can’t tell if “all Taiwanese people look like women” is more racist or sexist, but it’s a hell of a take either way. From the side of love and tolerance even!
Oh, if only.
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Genuinely astounding levels of mental illness going on with this one. 
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No one was putting a ring there.
The image says that he was 19 when the image was taken. Sad.
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literally nothing, which is the best part. pooners want to be special and unique and the fact that they’re so cookie cutter means the more generic pooners that get posted the funnier it is
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There is such a high overlap among autistic women and the sort of women who end up drinking the non-binary kool aid. It happens so fucking often by this point it is a hard correlation to ignore, even if that alone isn't (yet) definitively causally related.
That said, I still wonder - why? Is there a reason? A few specific ones? Trauma is the obvious one but what if it's just a sensory thing with some of these deluded saps? Like they really, truly just hate wearing clothes or tops and want to be free of fabric on their nipples or something?
It is my humble opinion that this one in particular embraced the teet yeet so hard that she's embracing her ability to parade the nonsense pockets of non-muscle gracing her chest. Really, how is that something to be proud of?
It's so gross and exhibitionist that the rational mind cannot help but grasp at reasons, however unreasonable the matter before it might be. Maybe there's no reason, but pure disdain for anything wholesome and natural. The chance to parade the affront before captive audiences is reason enough!
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It’s classic rigid autistic thinking. You and I can tolerate uncertainty and ambiguity. We can see (or even be) a man like David Bowie or Kurt Cobain in a dress, or a woman with makeup in a suit and tie, and shrug. For them however:
Man = certain characteristics coded as male
Woman = certain characteristics coded as female
I have more male than female = male
I have more female than male = female
I have some of both = non-binary
And what have rising rates in Western societies? Why, autism and trooning. Correlation =/= causation, but it sure gets the noggin joggin’.
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It isn't. It's disgusting. Fetishizing and publicly flaunting your permanent, pathetic mutilation is not good. Dumb bitch got rid of something people would actually want to look at to exchange it for a foul, scarred expanse of tormented flesh nobody wants to look at, just to inflict something nobody wants to look at on everyone.
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Saw the post title, saw the sub it was posted on, thought to myself that has to be a tranny, checked the post history, and despite no pictures in a post complaining about his brother he gives it away that he's a tranny. It's so obvious haha
