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Yeah there seems to be an overlap between trans confidence and outright refusal to see a doctor.
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I'm doing my part! 
They couldn't spell out any clearer that this is a born-again cult.
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Sometimes they include bonus items to make it work better. Like Carbon Tetrachloride
(Posted here many times before)
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Jesus, CCl4 can fuse plastic together. It's extremely toxic to the liver. It's easily absorbed through the skin, I can't imagine injecting it. Why would anyone would put it in a solution other than malicious intent? It's such a bizarre random additive.
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It's literally an international socialist plot. In the capitalist world, we have lots of days to give gifts to our women--birthdays, Christmas, Mother's Day, Valentine's Day, anniversaries, etc. Note that most of these are religious in nature or based on the sacred bonds of family, something a communist could never understand.
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u/bunnymi1lk 1/25/24
i am at work, i was minding my own business doing my thing. old man walks into the aisle, walking past me from behind. then he PETS ME LIKE A DOG??? i whipped around so fast, thinking for a split second it might've been my dad. but my face turned into a very sour expression immediately. i didn't say it loud enough, which i regret but i was just so caught off guard, but i said "don't touch me. please do not touch me" whilst shaking my head. he glanced back at me twice without saying anything.
i've been on gel for two months, and have already notified my provider that i want to switch to shots at my 3 month appointment. im so fucking tired of how customers treat me solely because they perceive me as my birth sex. it's disgusting, and old cis men are the worst part because they feel entitled to touch and bother random women in public. eugh
u/bunnymi1lk 1/25/24
old men make not passing the Worst
not only do they say stuff like hun, sweetheart, talk to me in That Voice, etc...but something happened about 30 minutes ago that was pretty fucked up and it's solely because people assume i'm a woman :/i am at work, i was minding my own business doing my thing. old man walks into the aisle, walking past me from behind. then he PETS ME LIKE A DOG??? i whipped around so fast, thinking for a split second it might've been my dad. but my face turned into a very sour expression immediately. i didn't say it loud enough, which i regret but i was just so caught off guard, but i said "don't touch me. please do not touch me" whilst shaking my head. he glanced back at me twice without saying anything.
i've been on gel for two months, and have already notified my provider that i want to switch to shots at my 3 month appointment. im so fucking tired of how customers treat me solely because they perceive me as my birth sex. it's disgusting, and old cis men are the worst part because they feel entitled to touch and bother random women in public. eugh
Pooner turns her girlfriend gay. Or ... something. I don't know.
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•Posted by u/uglybatboy
I'm reaching out for some advice and thoughts on a recent development in my relationship. My girlfriend and I have been together happily for a year, with great communication. While we've had a few bumps along the way, they've been normal for any relationship.
Recently, however, we hit a rough patch. My girlfriend became distant, less touchy, and overall, I felt disconnected from her. This change in behavior caught my attention.
To add context, I'm a transgender man who has been on testosterone for over five years and has undergone top surgery.
Before the disconnect, we had experimented sexually by introducing blindfolds. She was blindfolded, and I wasn't. Surprisingly, she was incredibly into it, which isn't characteristic of her usual submissive and shy demeanor. It was an enjoyable experience for both of us because of her newfound confidence.
Today, I decided to address the disconnect with her. I laid out all my feelings on the table. She responded by saying she needed time to think, and we parted ways for the moment.
A few hours later, she called me in tears, expressing that she needed to talk about something she was scared to admit. She confessed that she has been questioning her sexuality lately and hadn't wanted to tell me because of what it might mean for us. She admitted that during our experiment with blindfolds, she was so into it because she was imagining me as a woman. She's deeply sorry for not being forthcoming about her feelings.
This revelation has left me feeling conflicted and unsure about what it means for our relationship. Any advice or insights would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.
•Posted by u/uglybatboy
GF thinks she likes women.
Hi everyone,I'm reaching out for some advice and thoughts on a recent development in my relationship. My girlfriend and I have been together happily for a year, with great communication. While we've had a few bumps along the way, they've been normal for any relationship.
Recently, however, we hit a rough patch. My girlfriend became distant, less touchy, and overall, I felt disconnected from her. This change in behavior caught my attention.
To add context, I'm a transgender man who has been on testosterone for over five years and has undergone top surgery.
Before the disconnect, we had experimented sexually by introducing blindfolds. She was blindfolded, and I wasn't. Surprisingly, she was incredibly into it, which isn't characteristic of her usual submissive and shy demeanor. It was an enjoyable experience for both of us because of her newfound confidence.
Today, I decided to address the disconnect with her. I laid out all my feelings on the table. She responded by saying she needed time to think, and we parted ways for the moment.
A few hours later, she called me in tears, expressing that she needed to talk about something she was scared to admit. She confessed that she has been questioning her sexuality lately and hadn't wanted to tell me because of what it might mean for us. She admitted that during our experiment with blindfolds, she was so into it because she was imagining me as a woman. She's deeply sorry for not being forthcoming about her feelings.
This revelation has left me feeling conflicted and unsure about what it means for our relationship. Any advice or insights would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.
Ballbusting should be validating, you should be euphoric you dumb broad:
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•Posted by u/Status_Cockroach_979
[Edit: OK so I definitely worded this really bad, I'm sorry I see that it comes off as homophobic or that I think gay=feminine, I have no problem being perceived as gay, that's not the problem at all, the problem is the things she's calling me gay for are 'feminine' habits I have from being raised female, so when she says it to me, it makes me conscious of how im acting. Its not a rational dysphoria, but it's dysphoria none the less. Sorry that I worded this hurtfully]
•Posted by u/Status_Cockroach_979
My friend keeps calling me gay and it makes me dysphoric
So my best friend is my biggest supporter so just saying that first, she is not transphobic in any way shape or form. I am at a point in transition where I fully pass. I'm stealth to everyone except this one friend and my family. I'm not a feminine person, not that there is anything wrong with that, but this friend often calls me gay as a joke. It makes me feel like something I'm doing or how I'm acting is feminine and I get really dysphoric trying to figure out why she keeps saying this. I have told her to stop but she thinks I'm joking and keeps doing it. Or she says 'well but look at the way you're sitting' or she copies my hand mannerisms and laughs. I sometimes sit with my leg crossed over the other or talk with my hands out of habit, it's difficult to constantly stop yourself from having feminine mannerisms and it just makes me feel like shit when I slip up and she INSTANTLY notices and points it out. It makes me feel like she's constantly watching me or something. Anyways I said not to point out anything 'feminine' about me and she got offended and said 'I never called you feminine' but isn't calling how I sit and my mannerisms gay not implying that I'm feminine?[Edit: OK so I definitely worded this really bad, I'm sorry I see that it comes off as homophobic or that I think gay=feminine, I have no problem being perceived as gay, that's not the problem at all, the problem is the things she's calling me gay for are 'feminine' habits I have from being raised female, so when she says it to me, it makes me conscious of how im acting. Its not a rational dysphoria, but it's dysphoria none the less. Sorry that I worded this hurtfully]
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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
No, really, I want your full life story!
link | archive
- 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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now a tru mayun would have either:
A) calmly, yet firmly asserted himself ("Get the fuck off me, faggot.")
B) delivered a Stone Cold Steve Austin right to the teeth.
C) done nothing.
D) reveled in the touch of another human being and then probably jacked off afterwards since many are starved for attention. (insert 'am i gay' greentext here)
what they would NOT have done:
A) calmly, yet firmly asserted himself ("Get the fuck off me, faggot.")
B) delivered a Stone Cold Steve Austin right to the teeth.
C) done nothing.
D) reveled in the touch of another human being and then probably jacked off afterwards since many are starved for attention. (insert 'am i gay' greentext here)
what they would NOT have done:
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This at least gives me hope for the wife. She's told someone else rather than make it "our secret," she's got enough skin in her church community that the pastor will drop things to come help. She's unlikely to settle for him, and she's going to keep their social group--and can expect their support.
I think this is what happened. It was all just coping and "yes dear" until they stitched closed the vagina, and now he's waking up to his situation. (Maybe he didn't ask for details and this came as a post-op surprise; he thought he'd just have to pull the rotdog to one side.)
The boyfriend isn't great either--he was keeping a pet crazy woman and humoring her gender issues for sex credits. Both of them need to examine their cope, because I bet that as hard as she was chanting "QUEER AND OPEN-MINDED" his mantra was "TOMBOY GF."
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Imagine the wife having to have sex with him after finding this out (sorry for the mental image there). She'll be wondering if he is thinking about stealing her skin the whole time. The marriage is already doomed even if he never mentions it again.
At least the kids are grown and the wife seems to have a supportive community, so hopefully she'll leave. Most churches don't like divorce, but I'm sure the pastor will make an exception if the husband's a gross tranny faggot.
He's not gay. He's a straight guy who got himself some no-strings sex for 10+ years by calling himself "queer" and playing along that she's a man.
The guy sounds like an asshole (yes, rotdogs are gross, but the solution to that is to not have sex with them and to laugh about them on Kiwifarms, not try to punch them) but she still accepted him for years because he was willing to say "he/him" within earshot.
I can't get over how fucking bleak pooner life is. This is the sort of man that "gay trans men" are condemning themselves to. Normal men want an actual woman. Only who are willing to scrape the bottom of the barrel will accept a pooner.
I have never been "pet like a dog" by anyone in public, male or female, and I don't know anyone who has been either. She seems to think it's due to her being a woman, like it's something men do to women all the time?
I read a bit of her profile and she is apparently very fat and "not good looking" and the man who did it was in the store with his wife, so who the fuck knows what was going on.
(But notice that she seems to have no problem with men touching random women in public, as long as she gets to escape from it by turning into a man)
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Men just don't care and most are undeservedly confident. The things women find attractive in their man are often not super obvious. I have literally had 2 women interested in me after talking about transformers. I'm pretty mid, it just takes a level of not giving a shit where my autism comes in handy.
Men's mental healthcare isn't worse than women's. I mean for the longest time any woman who had a problem would be told they were a woman and they are expected to be irrational and anxious, then we started giving people meth in the 20th century as a pick me up. Now we pinball between scientifically viewing mental health and following trends of thought mostly pushed around on social media based on what people read in self help books and repeating buzzwords. Mental health everywhere being so disjointed is what makes troons and pooners.
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Lol'ing at the replies in-thread assuming that it was some transphobe deliberately trying to poison trannies, as opposed to some sleazy black marketeer (and probably a fellow tranny) just looking to make a quick and easy buck.
I'm more curious where the carbon tetrachloride came from, since a bit of research suggests it's banned for most uses nowadays.
I'd be willing to be the customer simply tapped her to get her attention in order to ask a question, then got weirded out at her reaction and went to find someone else. I can get not liking being touched by a complete stranger, but I'm pressing X at the suggestion that some rando literally patted our li'l pooner like a dog.
Holy shit
In a few months this dude's going to be in Sydney turning tricks for the most desperate of old-school chasers. Wifey needs to get out now before she catches an STD from his little jaunts to the city for glory hole action.
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The dude that was selling it probably took it too, you would be surprised how far people will go even though stuff can be dangerous. Trans people aren't known for being the smartest.
Wait so he thinks he can just walk up on a strange woman and pet her like a dog? Where is the security cam footage of this happening I'd love to see a woman beat a troons ass
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It is an effective solvent. Usage fell off in the 1960s after it's harmful effects became widely known. Plausible explainations are ignorance and malice, and given the nature of someone willing to cook up bathtub troonshine and distribute it, the former is most likely.
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Agree. Even if I didn’t know what I know about troons I would lose respect/attraction if my husband “came out” like this
This is what gets me about incels/troons. Maybe the Sydney Sweeneys of the world live life on easy mode, but that is not most women. Certainly not the average hon.
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No, it was just a random dude who (allegedly) pet a pooner like a dog while she was working retail at a store. Creeps do touch women in public of course, but the circumstances of this make me think something else was going on.
Given that all pooners are 4'10 and under, maybe he mistook her for his 8-year-old granddaughter.
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Oh damn, yea some random dude coming up w/ let me pet you like a dog sounds like standard incel/niceguy behavior. Nothing to see here move along. Its definitely some creepy shit thou
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The trannies seething at Rowling over this are hysterical. She's literally using the language they want us to use.
Gee, it's almost like it's all performative bullshit and none of these people are being honest. Imagine that!
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they'll never understand how it feels to get your kiwifarms post rated dumb or autistic. That's the true microagression