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Very late. Where did you make your KiwiFarms stickers? I’m going to a convention in June, and I want to enjoy myself in between video games and tabletop.
Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild
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SHIGGSHOGG
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- Nov 2, 2023
Saw this 9.5/10 goth lAtInX bitch sitting next to my usual sofa at a library a few months ago and thought it wise to start a conversation. For academic reasons of course. After a bit I had a weird feeling and realized I may stumbled on a bit of a mine, and quickly asked if they were a dude. "They" got seriously pissed off and their voice got way different, and I peaced the fuck in on out of there. Crisis averted, but that was some really fucking jarring shit that messed me up for a while. These things are getting more and more convincing the younger the troons get ahold of them. We don't need any more, especially where I live since our population already isn't that great to begin with, and everybody is old as shit.
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- Jul 4, 2022
@SHIGGSHOGG this might be your L instead of the tranny's.
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- Jan 27, 2021
-_- not a sighting but going in to World Market, I saw a bunch of pronoun pins at the counter. My disappointment is immeasurable.
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- Jul 22, 2015
I went to a pet fair, and every stall had a basket of pronoun pins. One stall even had fae/fairy pins. Two thirds of the women there were pooners, and one bloke I thought was genuinely male quickly slipped up, revealing herself as probably the most convincing tif I've ever seen. Her beard was actually better than many blokes I've seen (some of my relatives would have been jealous, certainly, as the males in my family are infamously facial hair deficient) and the testosterone had thickened her facial features, but after I clicked that he was a she, all the tells came together. She was sitting down so I couldn't see how tall she was, and she had broad shoulders for a woman, but once I looked at her chest, there was a clear cavity where her breasts had been.
She was a very young woman, and she had clearly transitioned early. She told me that she'd always felt closer to males.
I hope she's happy with her choices.
Kel1 shi1
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- Jul 4, 2022
Went to a job fair, saw this hulking 7ft troon, well probably not actually7ft because it was wearing these black shiny PVC, up to the knee high heel boots. Foundation so thick on its face it looked like it had been caught in a chalk explosion. Towering over this recruitment woman at one of the booths, you've seen that meme of the massive troon and the small woman in the office, it was like that IRL.
What's the equivalent of a fag hag for troons? He had one in tow, she just looked normal.
What's the equivalent of a fag hag for troons? He had one in tow, she just looked normal.
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- Aug 4, 2013
People here call them handmaidens, which feels appropriate.
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- Jan 6, 2019
I see troons fairly often, maybe 2-4 times a month. But one unfortunate week, I saw 3 back to back. What's even scarier is that I had to remember that it was 3, because one is a dude I see so often, I've kind of gotten used to him, sadly. Old guy that dresses sort of early 60s style, with pearls.
The other two- I was taking an early morning bus where I'm often the only passenger. So it was weird when I boarded and there was a handful of people, but there was another weird feeling I couldn't shake. I looked around, and there he was- a 6'+ tall man in women's khakis, white dress shirt, and trench coat, with a face full of makeup and a blowout. He was dressed nicer and had better hair than your typical hon, I'll concede. He was staring at me. When I glanced his way, he made full-on, wide-eyed, creepy ass eye contact with me. I felt like he was trying to siphon my womanhood, if that makes sense. He was like, examining me. Thankfully it was a very short ride.
The other was another tall man, this time in a denim mini skirt, heels, club top. Girlish ponytail, dangly earrings. I had to deal with him at work, and followed the normal procedure there- treat him like everyone else. Polite but detached, business-like. No acknowledgement of gender because there's absolutely no need, ever. And you could tell he was disappointed. That is the typical reaction. He had his pooner(?) friend do most of the talking (it was some flavor of freak, the height and width suggests pooner, but I avoided looking at them directly). But when they left, I made brief eye contact with the troon as a polite acknowledgement, and he looked crestfallen. I didn't even compliment the bow in his hair! We're supposed to fall at their feet with awe and envy!
The other two- I was taking an early morning bus where I'm often the only passenger. So it was weird when I boarded and there was a handful of people, but there was another weird feeling I couldn't shake. I looked around, and there he was- a 6'+ tall man in women's khakis, white dress shirt, and trench coat, with a face full of makeup and a blowout. He was dressed nicer and had better hair than your typical hon, I'll concede. He was staring at me. When I glanced his way, he made full-on, wide-eyed, creepy ass eye contact with me. I felt like he was trying to siphon my womanhood, if that makes sense. He was like, examining me. Thankfully it was a very short ride.
The other was another tall man, this time in a denim mini skirt, heels, club top. Girlish ponytail, dangly earrings. I had to deal with him at work, and followed the normal procedure there- treat him like everyone else. Polite but detached, business-like. No acknowledgement of gender because there's absolutely no need, ever. And you could tell he was disappointed. That is the typical reaction. He had his pooner(?) friend do most of the talking (it was some flavor of freak, the height and width suggests pooner, but I avoided looking at them directly). But when they left, I made brief eye contact with the troon as a polite acknowledgement, and he looked crestfallen. I didn't even compliment the bow in his hair! We're supposed to fall at their feet with awe and envy!
sheepworldvizor
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- Apr 28, 2022
Oh yeah I forgot to log a troon. He was walking with a woman towards us, wearing sunglasses and red lipstick, a bright color dress. I clocked him instantly on the basis of gait and skull (height was maybe 5’9) but person I was with was oblivious, did not clock. Which makes me think spotting troons is like twitching, you need to develop your eye and listen out for their distinctive calls.
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- Aug 1, 2021
A good quality printer at home and some sticker paper you just want something circular to cut them out or do them by hand. Takes like 10 minutes in total i've been bombing all over the place with KF stickers especially when i see commi posters.
InternetDramaFillsTheVoid
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- Jul 9, 2021
This fucking freak was leering about at Central Station, Sydney. I had to push past him to get off the train, he had the type of brow that a Neanderthal would envy. Of course, no makeup and no attempt at styling his tatty mop of hair - no real woman would be caught dead looking as slovenly as that, especially on the way to work.
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- Aug 1, 2021
let me guess It was going to Newtown? Wish it'd just ACK right off Macdonaldtown Station like the last guy and made a meat pancake.
Gruel Ghoul
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- Jan 17, 2024
There's a pooner at my college. She is shorter than me (I am 5'5), has that curly clown hair which is dyed partially green and blue. Always comes in wearing the brightest clown colored jackets, especially loves pride themed shit featuring the homophobia flag and shit brown/black stripes. Has piercings everywhere. An insufferable laugh. It's loud and annoying. Shit she laughs at ain't even funny.
One day I saw her proudly walking out of the men's room. Me being half asleep from working late, I figured if she was coming out of it, it'd be the women's room. I subconciously wandered in that direction and screeched to a halt when I saw the sign.
She doesn't resemble a male at all, just a little autistic girl who has a hyperfixation on minecraft and clowns.
I'm not exaggerating when I say she looks exactly like this
One day I saw her proudly walking out of the men's room. Me being half asleep from working late, I figured if she was coming out of it, it'd be the women's room. I subconciously wandered in that direction and screeched to a halt when I saw the sign.
She doesn't resemble a male at all, just a little autistic girl who has a hyperfixation on minecraft and clowns.
I'm not exaggerating when I say she looks exactly like this
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- Sep 20, 2023
I think that's just an Australian surferbro, my nigga.
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- Jan 20, 2022
I hadn't seen the middle aged non verbal autistic tranny walking his dog in my neighborhood in months. I was chilling on the back deck and see him out on the sidewalk. He's had FFS for about a year now. Anyway, he's back in man-mode with a beard. It might have been painted on, I couldn't tell because I was up on the deck.
Dude used to wear polyester culottes with dead grandma's "going to brunch" sandals. But now he had a sweater vest and khakis with socks and Birkenstocks.
Dude used to wear polyester culottes with dead grandma's "going to brunch" sandals. But now he had a sweater vest and khakis with socks and Birkenstocks.
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- Mar 29, 2014
At a big public festival, I saw a guy (?) loudly advertising "they" were SJW. Wearing a backpack covered in Tumblr-ish buttons. One was a "they/them" "pronouns" button.
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- Oct 20, 2020
I recently got my daughter into guitar and have had her in lessons for the last couple of months.
Anyways, she had to reschedule her lesson this week because we're going to drive out to West Texas to watch the eclipse this weekend and she ended up making hers up early this evening. Normally, I take a jazz lesson (because apparently I'm a masochist) at the same time she takes hers but tonight she's the only one with a lesson.
So, I'm wandering around a suburban Guitar Center at 7PM on a Thursday and I come a across a 6'3" muscular gentleman wearing a black cocktail that would be tight on my 5'2" wife 105lb wife buying some kind of Mesa Boogie head. The skirt is wrinkled, riding up and barely covers his ass cheeks (it's cheap stripper wear), his hair is greasy and he has a chin that would make Jay Leno jealous.
I'm not an expert on much, but over the last couple decades I've spent a fair amount of time in guitar shops. The girls who come to shop there typically wear longer skirts or pants because the guitars don't have straps which means you have to sit down to play a guitar (which you would do when you're testing a thousand dollar amplifier) and you have to spread your legs a bit to do that (and a short skirt means you show the whole world what you've got downstairs).
I thankfully wasn't there when he was testing this thing out but whatever guitar he was playing had to have been sitting on his cock (which I guess was part of the appeal). His junk had to have been clearly visible.
So this guy came in to buy a very high end amp (that is traditionally used for Heavy Metal) in a skin tight dress that is too short and small for a woman half his size and weight. This is Brianna Wu and his motorcycle all over again. Tell me again how this isn't a fetish.
(Thankfully my daughter was in her lesson room with her teacher and never saw any of this).
Anyways, she had to reschedule her lesson this week because we're going to drive out to West Texas to watch the eclipse this weekend and she ended up making hers up early this evening. Normally, I take a jazz lesson (because apparently I'm a masochist) at the same time she takes hers but tonight she's the only one with a lesson.
So, I'm wandering around a suburban Guitar Center at 7PM on a Thursday and I come a across a 6'3" muscular gentleman wearing a black cocktail that would be tight on my 5'2" wife 105lb wife buying some kind of Mesa Boogie head. The skirt is wrinkled, riding up and barely covers his ass cheeks (it's cheap stripper wear), his hair is greasy and he has a chin that would make Jay Leno jealous.
I'm not an expert on much, but over the last couple decades I've spent a fair amount of time in guitar shops. The girls who come to shop there typically wear longer skirts or pants because the guitars don't have straps which means you have to sit down to play a guitar (which you would do when you're testing a thousand dollar amplifier) and you have to spread your legs a bit to do that (and a short skirt means you show the whole world what you've got downstairs).
I thankfully wasn't there when he was testing this thing out but whatever guitar he was playing had to have been sitting on his cock (which I guess was part of the appeal). His junk had to have been clearly visible.
So this guy came in to buy a very high end amp (that is traditionally used for Heavy Metal) in a skin tight dress that is too short and small for a woman half his size and weight. This is Brianna Wu and his motorcycle all over again. Tell me again how this isn't a fetish.
(Thankfully my daughter was in her lesson room with her teacher and never saw any of this).
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- Mar 29, 2014
And yet critics of this site (such as "transgenders") may think that KF users are all fat, basement-dwelling, "alt-right", antisocial "neckbeard" guys.
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- Mar 9, 2019
Extremely rude and unhelpful specimen working behind the till in Superdrug at Sheffield Train Station this morning about 9am.
An elderly lady who was using a walker was in the front of the queue being served. She asked the assistant who was serving her "Do you sell umbrellas?"
Troon Shop Assistant answered "Yes".
Lady asked "Could you please go and get one for me?" (The assistant wasn't very clear in describing where the umbrellas were) and stared at the woman blankly and said "I can't".
No explanation, no apology, and the way they said it seemed to me as if they were taking a great deal of satisfaction in refusing to help the lady.
This really pissed me off.
I said to the lady "Would you like me to get one for you?", to which she replied "Oh, would you? Thankyou so much".
I cheerily said in a loud voice "Well, if the shop worker won't help you, I will" and then went off to grab an umbrella from the display that we had just walked past.
I'm Blind, and apparently according to my husband, when I set off to get the umbrella, the Troon noticed this, did a bit of a panic double take, and as they tried to walk out of the area behind the counter, they tripped over some boxes. Not a major faceplant, but just enough to cause embarrassment.
The lady paid for her items and left, then it was my turn to be served by this selfish creature.
The only words he said to me was "Do you have a card with us?" (I don't).
I could tell that they had changed their voice pitch while serving the previous lady, as they kept slipping out of overly squeaky into an even worse attempt to sound feminine.
After collecting my receipt, I said a cheery "Cheers, mate".
Husband was very amused.
An elderly lady who was using a walker was in the front of the queue being served. She asked the assistant who was serving her "Do you sell umbrellas?"
Troon Shop Assistant answered "Yes".
Lady asked "Could you please go and get one for me?" (The assistant wasn't very clear in describing where the umbrellas were) and stared at the woman blankly and said "I can't".
No explanation, no apology, and the way they said it seemed to me as if they were taking a great deal of satisfaction in refusing to help the lady.
This really pissed me off.
I said to the lady "Would you like me to get one for you?", to which she replied "Oh, would you? Thankyou so much".
I cheerily said in a loud voice "Well, if the shop worker won't help you, I will" and then went off to grab an umbrella from the display that we had just walked past.
I'm Blind, and apparently according to my husband, when I set off to get the umbrella, the Troon noticed this, did a bit of a panic double take, and as they tried to walk out of the area behind the counter, they tripped over some boxes. Not a major faceplant, but just enough to cause embarrassment.
The lady paid for her items and left, then it was my turn to be served by this selfish creature.
The only words he said to me was "Do you have a card with us?" (I don't).
I could tell that they had changed their voice pitch while serving the previous lady, as they kept slipping out of overly squeaky into an even worse attempt to sound feminine.
After collecting my receipt, I said a cheery "Cheers, mate".
Husband was very amused.
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- Dec 19, 2022
Tire service place pooner! Probably early 20s, Latino, 5 foot tops, thin, modest but edgy ear gauges (plain in the front with inch long swirly multicolored colored spikes in the back), NY Yankees baseball hat (on backwards), bomber jacket, neck tattoos, fine but impressive 5 o'clock shadow, short cropped dyed yellow hair. Under the bulky jacket she wore a white shirt/black slacks uniform. Name badge: Alexus. Even in a tire place with the typical ambient rubber smell, I caught a whiff of something foul and bodily when I was across the counter from her. Her voice was low but lacked the usual grinding frogginess. She had tiny fish white hands with remarkably pristine and delicate looking fingers. And a beaded bracelet.