I can’t wait till that fat fuck dies on his own booze for what he did to me
Which was what, again? Decide not to be friends with some obnoxious BPD tranny who treats other people like shit?
I wouldn’t want to be friends with you either. Even if you weren’t a mentally deranged man in a dress, there are plenty of nice Christian people who don’t purposefully ruin other people’s day and mooch off their friends to *be* friends with.
Does that make sense, troon?
I am a lesbian woman….
You’re not sexually active, because no real woman wants to fuck you. (How do eunuchs like you even fuck, anyway? You want a real woman to shove some object in your amhole and you pretend it feels good, even though your nerves are dead?) also how can you be a transbian and also “hate” LGBT when you are GBT? And have pretentious at the L as well?
I miss the days of segregation and slavery
Shame you’d have fit right in articles and news if you could have just kept your fucking personal gripes off everyone’s radar screen. But you couldn’t, so here you are.
@JustaBatto95
You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature's perfection. All the "validation" you get is two-faced and half- hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your "friends" laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who "pass" look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he'll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it's going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They'll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
Women can smell the male sweat from a mile away, not to mention the loud clomping of this approaching skinwalker, which sounds like a rhinocerous in high heel shoes. No amount of press-on nails (because he can’t grow his own, because he is a MAN, baby) and caked-on makeup is fooling anyone but himself. He’s a predator, or at least a would-be predator.
I AM NOT MALE AND I WILL FUCKIN KILL YOU
so dainty and ladylike!
I AM NOT MENTALLY ILL!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY NAME IS AMANDA.
Pfft…yet you fuckers have been harrassing me all day you fuckin hypocrites.
You really did ask for it.
I'm probably being too optimistic assuming you have any family that will care after you die to be fair.
He’s going in pauper’s grave number #6690 on Hart Island with a bunch of other poor, dead troon hookers. A prison chaplain will mutter the Hail Mary and the inmates will dump the dirt and that’ll be end of Colton “a man, duh” Lopez.
Also, lol at "powerful enemy". What are you, a Confucian palace eunuch?
ROFL that’s a good one
