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[Sinner's Sandwich]

This one comes nearer to almost passing than most pictured in this thread.

Because he is using photo filters

 

[orangecat]

Hormones aren’t “just” a drug, they’re also part of an incredibly complex system millions of years in the making, that involves your brain, your endocrine system, and your organs.

Hormones are involved with everything in your body from regulating systems, regulating moods, to aging and kickstarting and/or accelerating key processes like puberty or menopause.

It’s not like just adding flour to a cake recipe, you’re basically fucking with things we don’t fully understand.

(Not arguing with you, just genuinely curious since I can't be bothered to deep dive into things I don't fully understand.) I've heard more and more that the foods, plastics, etc. are screwing up our hormones and can partially explain why men are becoming more feminine and women more masculine. Is this just a myth and is there some way to test this? If it's true and someone's hormones have been screwed up, would it help to give them more to bring them to normal levels?

 

[neverendingmidi]

Tiny titties got him down.
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Great big tits would make him look way more fake.
Go for it buddy. tee hee

Good lord, how many filters is he using that his body/background is as functional as those "thispersondoesnotexist" ai generated shit?

 

[Maginot]

I've heard more and more that the foods, plastics, etc. are screwing up our hormones and can partially explain why men are becoming more feminine and women more masculine.

Fat, perhaps. Feminizing? No. Actually no to all your questions. Wherever you are getting this info you are one retard moment away from supporting trannyism.

 

[orangecat]

Fat, perhaps. Feminizing? No. Actually no to all your questions. Wherever you are getting this info you are one retard moment away from supporting trannyism.

How does me suggesting feminine men become more masculine support trannies? (More specifically, the feminine men who use that to convince themselves they are magically women.)

 

[Maginot]

Semantical bullshit, one look at your posting history makes this clear.

 

[orangecat]

Semantical bullshit, one look at your posting history makes this clear.

Not sure where you're getting this from so I'm going to just stop arguing with you.

This is one of the only places where you can genuinely ask these questions without getting cancelled so I did so.

 

[SpookyObserver]

(Not arguing with you, just genuinely curious since I can't be bothered to deep dive into things I don't fully understand.) I've heard more and more that the foods, plastics, etc. are screwing up our hormones and can partially explain why men are becoming more feminine and women more masculine. Is this just a myth and is there some way to test this? If it's true and someone's hormones have been screwed up, would it help to give them more to bring them to normal levels?

Theres some studies about how plastics get broken down into somethingnyour body treats as estrogen but im not gonna pretend i know more than that. Nutrition is frustrating because you have the leftoids who care only about being groundbreaking telling you to eat the slop and the rightoids telling you you must ONLY eat raw meat you killed and fed for 5 years and anything else makes you a literal homosexual.

 

[Geraldine]

Because he is using photo filters​

Always, but ...

Good lord, how many filters is he using that his body/background is as functional as those "thispersondoesnotexist" ai generated shit?

... maybe this guy is simply more skillful than most at applying filters.

It helps that he's not fat or muscular. Even at that, you can tell from the face.​

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But I still say ...

Great big tits would make him look way more fake.
Go for it buddy. tee hee

 

[Trannykiller 1488]

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Good thing his sister has common sense

Why do they all write as if they're were going through an intracranial aneurysm?

 

[Obstacle]

Why do they all write as if they're were going through an intracranial aneurysm?

Hormonal imbalance and it's effects on the brain, are poorly understood, but widely observed to be deleterious.
There's presumably a proper level to be on, and they just ain't at it.
Brain fog, developmental stunting, and golfball sized brain tumors are all possibilities.

 

[neverendingmidi]

... maybe this guy is simply more skillful than most at applying filters.

It helps that he's not fat or muscular. Even at that, you can tell from the face.​

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Look at his right shoulder. It blends in/is overlapped by flowers that should be behind him given the focus. Instead they're blurred out along with that whole arm to try and hide the linebacker shoulders.

If that is obviously fucked up, then we're probably looking at a Refrigerator Downie type troon if all the filters are stripped away.

that guy: "totally natural no filters!"

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[PigFarm]

I like looking at their post histories.

For the mtfs, put aside the ones that embrace their agp and spend their reddit time attempting to pass as a real woman. You see the stereotypical shit in their post history. Glitter! Plushies! Shoes! It's typically mixed with a few guy brained hobbies they can't give up, like guns and coding or cars, but they make an effort to be into pink too.

You look at the ftm post histories. You'd expect they'd also be trying to get into some dudely hobbies like shooting things and cars, right?

But no. Never. It's all....glitter! Plushies! Shoes! Pink! They don't even try to force themselves into a masculine state of mind, instead just proclaiming they're men who happen to have a totally normal collection of Bratz dolls.

I think it's a fun peek into the male vs female psyche. The men are trying to pick up new hobbies that conform to their fetish. The women stick with what they know, and try to make those hobbies conform to their delusion.

 

[Coo Coo Bird]

Lol she is and was always the girliest pickme goth chick I've seen in a long time,going off the 12 or so years of insta posts I waded through this morning.. I'd put money on Poppy Z Brite not even realising they're Facebook 'friends' if that bit is in any way true. But then, I'd also put money on it not being true in any way, so, y'know...

She's not like those 'not like other girls' girls, because she's not a girl! She's a 'not like other boys' girl. Checkmate, atheists Christians!

https://old.reddit.com/r/notlikethe...re_you_when_you_dropped_the_not_like/k2u1men/

She also has an Instagram, from which I found her dominatrix name and associated Instagram for that: Madeira Darling (no poon- or work-related milk there, just a few selfies).

Looks like she used to have a cis husband (as far as I can tell they broke up in 2018, ish, or at least that's when she stops posting him and starts posting someone she refers to as boyfriend—i.e. pooner hubby—instead) and was a vapid but pretty enough typical gothy girl haunting Providence and posting too many selfies. Also seems to be a pitnutter.

No luck finding her real name yet but she was heavily involved in the Providence IWW until it imploded so there might be some leads there if anyone cares to look any further.

Hubbie was a real cutie, not sure what happened to him as I can't find an SM presence for him at all, I think he's a Kiwi named Damian, going off her insta posts a few years back

New pooner "husband" goes by @antichrist0fficial on insta and possibly @thelemalavey on tiktok.

Here's an article about her in the IWW of Rhode Island site:

https://archive.iww.org/content/sex-workers-rhode-island-unite/

She has a massive amount of accounts under the Madeira Darling name, a lot of which she used only a few times before forgetting about it (she claims to have ADD, and I actually believe her.) She has been terminally online for about twenty years, she originally decided she was enby from livejournal before going on her 'drag queen' larp.

Spoiler: List of accounts

https://www.reddit.com/user/MadeiraDarling
https://archiveofourown.org/users/Madeira_Darling/pseuds/Madeira_Darling/works
https://archiveofourown.org/users/Madeira_Darling/pseuds/Lianvis
https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:zi5to7t4udgdpw3xe5szkcgx
https://www.last.fm/music/Madeira+Darling
https://www.patreon.com/MadeiraDarling
https://thepeacockangel.wordpress.com/author/madeiradarling/
https://www.instagram.com/thepeacockangel/
https://x.com/thepeacockangel
https://thepeacockangel.wordpress.com/author/madeiradarling/
https://www.flickr.com/photos/madeiradarling/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14736123.Madeira_Darling
https://medium.com/@yourprincessmadeira
https://thepeacockangel.tumblr.com/
https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Tropers/Madeira
https://www.facebook.com/MadeiraDarling
https://www.niteflirt.com/listings/show/9628373-The-Satanic-Hypno-Witch
https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/faux-de-luxe-fiction-made-flesh#/ (failed indiegogo)
https://www.imdb.com/name/nm14823454/?ref_=tt_cl_i_13 (dubious, someone named Darling Madeira in a minor part for a film starring porn stars)

Something gets me is that she apparently lived in San Francisco for years without learning how to spell it right:

Apparently she published on xojane as Madeira Darling, and the girls on r/blogsnark had this to say about her:

https://www.reddit.com/r/blogsnark/comments/85nrt2/comment/dvyvdaa/
Apparently she was a trust fund baby, like a lot of communists.

She also used Madame Mew Mew for her older accounts:

Spoiler: List of accounts

https://myspace.com/madame_mew_mew/mixes/my-playlist-278005 (dead, but you can see the bands' names)
https://m.fanfiction.net/u/593758/?a=b
https://hoorayforhazel.wordpress.com/
https://www.instagram.com/madame_mew_mew/
https://madam-mew-mew.livejournal.com/
https://www.deviantart.com/madam-mew-mew

Artist // Professional // Literature

• Jan 27
• United States
• Deviant for 19 years

• thepeacockangel.tumblr.com/
• They / Them

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My Bio
Communist Barbie: Comes with Anarchist and Marxist accessories so she can change for political expedience

I'm a writer, tarot reader, and professional dominatrix. I live in Providence Rhode Island with my husband (Horror artis,t Daniel Gorringe) and our dog (Excessively large and friendly pitbull, Tonka).

My writing has appeared in publications including Sirenia Digest, XOJane and Cleansheets and I run a somewhat popular blog that's generally a mixture of humor and politics.

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Favourite Visual Artist
Otto Dix or my husband
Favourite Movies
Velvet Goldmine, Mulholland Drive, Come and See
Favourite TV Shows
Hap and Leonard, Steven Universe, Star Vs. The Forces Of Evil
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Hanoi Rocks or The Orion Experience
Favourite Books
Lost Souls, The Drowning Girl, Black Skin White Masks, Drawing Blood, The Conquest of Bread, Discipline and Punish
Favourite Writers
Poppy Z. Brite, Caitlin R. Kiernan, Karl Marx, Kropotkin, Rosa Luxemburg, James Ellroy, H.P. Lovecraft, Anne Radcliffe, Frantz Fanon, Foucault
Favourite Games
Mind Games
Favourite Gaming Platform
...
Tools of the Trade
Google docs
Other Interests
Makeup, fashion, plastic surgery, writing, drawing, upsetting sex, gothic horror, people named Winifred

So her first husband's name is Daniel Gorringe. It's not an uncommon name, but it corresponds to this guy:
https://rpggeek.com/rpgartist/59160/daniel-gorringe

From her Livejournal:

He's a fantasy artist, and his socials are mostly him posting illustrations:
https://www.artstation.com/vera-icona
https://dgorringeart.tumblr.com/
https://www.pinterest.co.uk/carrivean/
A curious post regarding him:
AITA for Telling My Suicidal Ex Husband To Clean The Kitchen
Annoyingly, it's deleted, and the archives are no help.
And then she posts this:
https://old.reddit.com/r/offmychest/comments/wr6k5g/if_anything_happens_to_me_it_was_my_ex_husband/

He has been on the other side of the planet since 2018. We're still legally married because international divorce is confusing.
He is in town for ten days, partially for a conference, I don't know why he's staying longer. He's such a bastard. I know there were guns he left here with a friend. When we were together he was always pointing them at me (not even in threat, he just treated them like toys). He fantasized about being a school shooter when he was younger.
I hate him so much. I am scared of him. I want him to stay far away from me. It sucks because I like that academic conference a lot. He's on a fucking panel.

This was posted in 2022. Are they still legally married?

She has a facebook for her tarot reading business:
https://www.facebook.com/redqueentarot/

It's kind of funny- she powerlevels so much and is so terminally online that it's actually hard to look her up through the sheer amount of information she puts out. You have to sift through pages and pages of her prattling about clothes and makeup and yaoi to find anything. Madeira Darling is more of her 'real name' than whatever legal name is. She says her name is Victor, but she strikes me as the "filing paperwork is bad for my mental health" type.

She frequently talks about how she's scared to medically transition, citing concerns about hair loss, acne, loss of fertility, and serious health complications:
Does anyone else feel like "Ah motherfucker, I think I need to medically transition"

I'm 34, and have mostly dealt with my dysphoria by presenting as a drag queen. I'm conventionally attractive in a feminine way, and make a living off that attractiveness, and like my presentation has worked for a long ass time. But lately my dysphoria's been just like... god awful, but whenever I think about medically transitioning, I just get this awful like "I don't WANNA" feeling, like I don't want to have to go through puberty again. I don't want to have to reinvent my skincare routine. I don't want pimples. I don't want to deal with ass hair. I don't want to have to worry about balding. I don't want to have to rearrange my career as a highschool dropout without a ton of other prospects. I just don't fuckin' wanna have to deal with it. I like being femme, and being read as an effeminate man in most situations rather than a woman seems scary as hell. I just don't wanna have to deal with any of it, but also looking in a mirror makes me goddamn miserable. But I'm scared it'll get worse, rather than better with treatment. I know transition feels exciting to a lot of people, but to me the prospect feels like having to go to the DMV or do my taxes, necessary but miserable.

I keep thinking about trying T, bottom growth worries me?

I'm a very fem trans dude. I've never been on HRT, present feminine, like being feminine, and my lack of body and facial hair and how soft my skin is, etc. That said there are things about me that make me dysphoric (my body fat percentage, my voice, some elements of my face), and I do tend to be agoraphobic and I wonder how much of that has to do with knowing people see me as a woman. Part of me thinks if I don't try T and see how I feel on it, I'll always wonder if it would be right for me and I'll live my life unsure of whether I'd be happier on.
That said, I also have bad bottom dysphoria and I am worried that given that bottom growth is an early, and often irreversible side effect of HRT, that I will end up with more visible genitalia when I would rather pretend that part of my body doesn't exist most of the time, and whether I otherwise like T or not, that will be unbearable.

I am not on T for one reason and one reason alone: To cuck the cis

You see, testosterone has a slight detrimental effect on heart health and based upon my family history if a heart attack doesn't get me, I will likely live past the century mark. Given the mortality rate of cis men, I will be there to sweep up all those widows. It does not please me to do this, I am in fact gay, but it is a duty I feel I must undertake.
Cis men, once you are dead, I am coming, coming over to fuck your wife.

Does anyone else feel emasculated by the idea of losing your fertility?

I feel really weird about this. I'm 32 and haven't medically transitioned and generally am in drag for a variety of reasons. But like... I feel really weird about the idea of transition or menopause eventually rendering me unable to have children. I don't really want bio kids (okay, I do, but like I don't want to actually have to deal with being a parent, I want kids but like imaginary kids who are easy and not a huge commitment I can potentially really fuck up, so I'm not going to have kids). But like the idea of time rendering me unable to have them makes me feel... castrated? Does anyone else feel this way?

She is, however, delighted to tell other women worried about the side effects of testosterone that there's nothing to worry about:

Trans men who have been on T for around 10 or more years, I have a question about urinary incontinence/negative effects of T
Look how well her husband passes, you can barely tell she's wearing lifts inside her platform boots:

The pooner husband's dom name is Damian Rath (there are others with similar screen names), these are her socials:

Spoiler: List of accounts

https://x.com/damianrath666
https://www.instagram.com/antichrist0fficial/
https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podca...tanic-sex-worker/id1516131502?i=1000533959736 (Their podcast)
https://linktr.ee/damianrath links to:
https://www.niteflirt.com/DamianRath/
https://www.sextpanther.com/Damian-Rath
https://premium.chat/DamianRath666
https://secondskin.co/en/damianrath (Why is there a site just for selling secondhand bondage gear?)
https://iwantclips.com/store/510539/damianrath666
https://www.loyalfans.com/damianrath666/
https://bsky.app/profile/damianrath.bsky.social
https://join.skype.com/invite/tr8vHbN3Nkzn
https://fetlife.com/users/8367544

Madeira claims to have written for Cleansheets.com, an erotica webzine that's been dead for years, and Sirenia Digest, and online erotic fantasy zine that is nearly impossible to find even a list of stories of. She has however, written a Russian novel-length Reddit post to explain how wearing dresses makes her a boy:

Spoiler: Whoa, nigga! You expect me to READ all that shit?

I thought maybe I might share my story because maybe it might help someone else, and maybe other people might have similar experiences.
It took me a really long time to come to terms with my gender. I have always been very, very feminine. I like my hair long. I like wearing “women’s” clothing. I love fashion and makeup and all of that sort of thing. I loved barbies (hated baby dolls, but c’est la vie), and was and am… just fem. I grew up with fairly accepting parents who wanted a tomboy little girl (think Scout in To Kill a Mockingbird… they got me) and two younger brothers (the older of the two, three years my junior and flamboyantly gay, and technically my drag daughter and the younger ten years my junior and bi because my family has fabulous genes apparently). I grew up very very certain of my gender but also terrified by it (I remember my father walking in on me playing at my little vanity talking to myself saying “and I’m really a boy” and him asking “do you really feel that way?” and me, terrified of him finding out, being like “no, no I was just playing!”) because I knew boys weren’t supposed to be effeminate (my brother got some shit growing up for how effeminate he was and is, and his femininity made my father worried for him because he was scared that A: he’d be bullied and B: my father’s best friend was a gay man who he lost to AIDS in the 80s and he’d never really recovered from that lost.)
I also went to a very progressive high school (technically a “self directed learning center” but that’s a long LONG story) and they had a book of trans bodies in the library and a day where they had two trans parents (a man and a woman) and come in, and discuss what it was like being trans. They also let us ask questions anonymously, and I remember writing my little question (I asked if there were as many trans men as trans women) and the man looking at me, and the thoroughly uncomfortable sense of recognition. He was a big, masculine farmer (literally a farmer) with one of those red “I work in the sun” a lot faces who always wore work clothes, and I hate to admit it but I hated the idea that I was anything like him. Despite my femininity I’d always felt very gay and so I started dating a girl who introduced me to slash fiction and it became a HUGE thing for me. I wanted to have sex but found myself only really able to enjoy sex with her when I was pretending we were both men.
I found the term “genderqueer” at like sixteen on Livejournal and started using that term. It got me a lot of shit at my very accepting school (I was going through a lot of various things at the time but this was 2006 and shit was ROUGH even in progressive circles). A psychiatrist told my father my gender issues meant I was schizophrenic. He told her he wasn’t going to take me to see her again (which as my parents have always been the type to panic and do whatever a perceived expert says in times of difficulty was very very brave of him).
When I was seventeen, I fell in love with a very pretty, very effeminate guy four years my senior. I somehow managed to convince my parents to let me move to New York to be with my twenty-one year old rock musician boyfriend. I thought he was the hottest, coolest, smartest, most amazing guy on earth. I lied to him and told him I had slept with men before (I was afraid he wouldn’t like me if I was inexperienced). I found receiving penetration to be painful the first time and bled a bit, and continued not to enjoy it (though I was so intensely attracted to him I thought it would get better and pretended I loved it) and it eventually got physically… not bad.
He didn’t like me discussing my gender (and didn’t like the fact that I’d been with a girl before him, as he was most of all INTENSELY jealous). He began to physically, emotionally and sexually abuse me. It was hell, I wasn’t dealing with my gender because I wasn’t dealing with anything. He got me pregnant and I had an abortion when I was 18. When I was almost twenty I found out he’d been telling people he was single and we finally broke up. Almost immediately I got into a relationship with a rather chauvinistic gal, who I liked because she was socially dominant and thought I was smart and pretty and made me feel like I was with someone who was together and who had a plan (my PTSD at that point was so bad I was kind of a non-entity eager to please anyone who seemed to like me). I started working as a professional dominatrix initially with my girlfriend’s encouragement (though she eventually told me it disgusted her and made her feel like I was selling my soul even though we were both devout atheists at the time. She hated my being genderfluid and I felt disgusting, awful, unlovable and suicidal. Eventually we broke up and I moved back to New England to be with my family, and then in with my business partner after I founded my own dungeon. We had that for a bit over a year, until I met my first husband on OKCupid. He (he uses he pronouns although he goes back and forth on being non-binary or a trans woman) was very attractive and seemed very charming and actually seemed to be attracted to my gender. We fell in love very fast and got married after being together for 8 months so we could move in together (he was from New Zealand). Immigration took nearly a year. He had very severe depression and anxiety and ptsd from a childhood that was essentially a Dickensian nightmare, so I bought a house and supported him while he sought treatment. It was alright at first, but as time went on and he still refused to get any sort of a job I hoped he would pick up more slack on the housework as I was working very very long hours to support us both. He didn’t and resented my not cleaning up after him.
We made friends and joined a local far leftist group. Things were alright for a few years (2013 to some point in 2015) then drama started happening within our friend group and political organization leading to a lot of stress falling on both of us (we had to check multiple friends into the hospital and stay with people on suicide watch and it was just tough). My business got hard to do as he failed to take up the work my business partner had done after forcing him out of the business. I was trying very very hard for some reason to live up to the idea of being a “good wife” and thought I wanted to have children (which my husband said he wanted but not yet). He also hounded me for a threesome in a way that made me uncomfortable with the idea (which I would have been fine with if he hadn’t been treating women like objects). My sex life with my husband was fairly good in the beginning (because he knew how to talk dirty to me) but as that faded got worse and worse and I still didn’t really enjoy penetration. My sex life with men has often tended to degenerate into me giving a lot of blowjobs and not getting off myself.
I fell in love with and dated a girl for awhile (with his permission although we’d been monogamous up to this point, at my request because I’d had previous bad experiences with poly). That turned out to be awful for a variety of reasons and my husband and I both cried a lot, had a few sessions with a marriage counselor (who said something very biphobic) and vowed to do better.
My husband had long been a theistic Satanist of a sort and I sought comfort in religion, initially turning to a sort of Paganism I understood as purely about dealing with my own internal experience, and eventually finding a chatroom for Satanists I joined initially with the idea of joining my husband in his practice. I had a very intense conversion experience during a meditation and threw myself into practice because my life was so miserable.
On the chatroom I ran into a guy I’d known years and years ago in a terrible group on fetlife, he’d become a much better person and we got along AMAZINGLY well. He was also a trans dude, identified as gay but enjoyed doing kink stuff with people of a variety of genders. Very beautiful, very androgynous in the rock n’ roll way I’ve always been into. We completed each other’s sentences, we loved all the same stuff. We fell in love. My husband also thought he was cute. We all met up and had some fairly good sex and a lot of kink fun. I was beginning to realize I wasn’t a woman, didn’t want to be treated like a woman, and didn’t want to be in a relationship where I was very much being treated badly and treated badly in a very gendered way. My husband was emotionally abusive, demanding, and often humiliated me in various ways in front of our friends (and had an increasing drinking problem) but I wanted to make it work. We’d been together since I was 22, I was 27, so the majority of my adult life at that point, but my new boyfriend seemed to improve things for awhile.
Early on in our relationship I realized with the help of my therapist that I was a trans man and frankly, not non-binary at all. As soon as anyone started actually using my pronouns I realized that I HATED being called they passionately (almost more than I hated being called she, because... I'm an effeminate gay dude, I call my desk chair she) and pretty much never felt anything like a woman... or particularly not like a man. I just feel like one of many very very feminine men.

We flew to California twice, and then my boyfriend visited us in Rhode Island. I cleaned the whole house which had gotten hoarders messy as my husband’s depression had persisted and his treatment of me had dragged me down into it. My husband didn’t help at all. I found six month old food on the counters (I’d ceased going into the kitchen entirely as the one chore my husband would do was the cooking and he left the kitchen such a mess I couldn’t really do anything in it without cleaning up after him for a few hours). I begged him for help and worked myself to exhaustion. He did nothing.
My boyfriend and I had had sex a couple of times but it although it had been enjoyable, only I had come, until I visited him while his primary was away on business without my husband. I told him very shyly that I wanted to top him (he’s very much a bottom) and he let me (I had fucked him once before but I’d been very tentative because he’d been sucking my husband off at the time and I was supposed to be very subby). I had had sex using a prosthetic before (twice, but only with girls) and it had been okay, but this… suddenly EVERYTHING fell into place. I was a top. I’m highly, highly sexual but only very very rarely into getting fucked (I have to be REALLY turned on first and I need to top afterwards to finish).
My boyfriend was like “I feel like I really saw you out of drag for the first time” (which was… essentially true). It was an amazing visit. Both my boyfriend and I had gotten more and more deeply religious during this time, my husband would talk about it with us a bit but seemed to resent our devoutness and interest in ritual.
My boyfriend adapted a ritual found in the Compendium Maleficarum and self baptized. I did the same about two weeks later. He broke up with his primary boyfriend and was so devastated I flew him out to see me and my husband. It was a wonderful visit, though my husband was increasingly dismissive towards me, and misgendered us both quite a lot often saying things like “As a man…” (when my boyfriend is… although very pretty, taller than my ex-husband, very broad shouldered and having been on T for a few years… frankly, looks like what he is, a dude. I could understand the slip when it came to me, but when he did it to him I was horrified). I was supposed to have a group baptism with my husband and boyfriend but after my boyfriend and I got all ready he decided he “wasn’t in the mood for a ritual” and just wanted a walk in the woods. We took a long walk into the woods to a cabin my family has, as we were all visiting my parents at the time, which he tried to insist on bringing a gun on (which made me very nervous). He was pouty and mean spirited the entire time. On our way back from the cabin an intense rain started and he got even grouchier as my boyfriend and I delighted in the rain. We ran down to the house and he baptized me for Satan as my name (Vincent) in the rain, while my husband sulked. My husband also ruined my boyfriend’s birthday by inviting a transphobic “friend” he’d met through gun culture into our home while my boyfriend was there and repeatedly referring to me as his “wife”.
That visit ended tensely, and shortly thereafter I went to visit my boyfriend to work out what to do as things had gone so wrong. My boyfriend had decided to apply to seminary (there’s a multi religious seminary that would accept a Satanist here) so he could found a church. I felt intensely called to go join him, but I had a husband and didn’t know what to do.
On that visit I told my boyfriend how my husband had actually been treating me (I hadn’t wanted to undermine his relationship with my husband and was afraid he wouldn’t believe me) and he was horrified and said my husband had been accusing me of emotional abuse behind my back, and he’d taken the accusations very seriously and tried to observe our dynamic closely but with what I’d said he was like “Now everything makes sense.”
I determined I needed to get a divorce. We decided to move in together in his place in California. When I got home I told my husband I was leaving. That was in September. I visited my boyfriend more and had some amazing mystical experiences. By January I was moved in and it was amazing. People called me by my name, and I continued presenting as I always had (like a drag queen).
I had experimented with more masculine or androgynous presentation when I was younger. Wearing suits, cutting my hair very short, I didn’t like it. I got a binder. Wearing it made me more dysphoric because I just thought about how much of myself I’d have to give up if I ever wanted to pass, and how I was shaped in such a way that I’d never look the way I wanted to. None of that worked. While I was with my husband (in 2014) I had gotten breast implants and that actually helped a lot with my top dysphoria, not having to think of them as “real” or “natural” made things so much better. Because I have a tiny tiny waist and very broad hips and EXTREMELY narrow shoulders all the work I’d have to do to pass just makes me feel more dysphoric, so I do a ton of work before I go out to “pass” as a woman, so when I get “she”d by randos I don’t feel that bad because, hey I’m wearing five layers of padding, caked on makeup a waist cincher, my hair teased up to god and the whole nine yards.
Ever since I moved in with my boyfriend, things have been amazing (I won’t say perfect, because life is tough sometimes) but I’ve felt so at ease in myself and realized how much I am very simply what I am, a very effeminate, very gay man in permenant drag. I realized why I always felt gay but never at all at home among the lesbian community and related to gay men (though always felt uncomfortable among them because they didn’t recognize me as one of them). Sex was finally fully enjoyable to me. I’ve started doing actual drag, and can actually quite comfortably pass as a cis drag queen (out of drag there’s no way in hell, but in drag aside from my voice being a give away, I look, I think, fairly indistinguishable from other queens). Our church is amazing. My new friends are amazing. Our home is delightful and I love California even though the Bay Area is the absolute worst cyberpunk dystopia. I feel so spiritually in tune and alive.
This has been a long, rambling, weirdly religious story about my life and (sort of) transition. I’ve never been on T because idea of hairloss terrifies me, and I don’t want the increased body hair, or to deal with acne, and because bottom growth would actually probably make me more dysphoric rather than less. My prosthetics are my dick, I can feel through them as intensely as I can through my physical dick, and they’re massive and make me feel smug.
The vocal changes’d be nice, but also I am not sure if I’d like how it’d affect my face/body overall as well.

That's a lot of words for "I have Borderline Personality Disorder and read too much yaoi."

By the way, I think 'adopting' the 20 year old pooner isn't a fetish, so much as is her fishing for compliments for being such a good parent, while not having to go through the hard work of actually raising a child:
Products to help a dyspraxic young adult?

The person is 20, and living on their own. I'm their pastor's wife, and their bio-family has been really neglectful and shitty, and tried to get them to just "push through" a lot of shit.
They've mentioned having a hard time with toothbrushing, hair washing, clothes buttoning, cooking, and eating among other things.
They're also autistic and have some sensory stuff. Do the little clothes buttoning devices for arthritic people help?
I've seen people m
ention the tangleteezer and similar handleless brushes and those shampoo scrubbies. Also do you think a U-shaped toothbrush would be better than a regular electric? What oven mitts work well as I know they're a bit afraid of getting stuff out of the oven?
I want to get them a little care package of stuff.

Remember, she's a better woman and a better man than you!

I Am NOT a Failed Woman

 

[PigFarm]

"Help. I started puberty blocking drugs early, have psychiatric issues and have now cut off my penis. WHY O WHY CANT I COOM?"

 

[Cubism Encircled]

but I doubt trans people will ever separate actual trans folk from sex perverts.

What the fuck are "actual trans folx" ... are you high, Redditor?

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"Make due" is both illiterate and horrifying. I am imagining Jazz Jenning's mother, Janet, waggling a dilator in Jazz's face. "You're due," Janet hisses, her face a clenched mask of rage. "YOU'RE. DUE. MAKE. DUE!" And the dilator is shoved, ever-inward ...

 

[UselessRubberKeyboard]

Here's an article about her in the IWW of Rhode Island site:

Oh joy, yet another spoilt rich idiot claiming to be a sex worker and demanding to speak about how wonderful and empowering it all is, on behalf of all the homeless young girls streetwalking just to get their next meal/fix. Truly, what a bleeding heart inspiration to humanity.

The poverty tourism is fucking sickening. Of course she’s now claiming special identity too. And a whole host of mental illnesses. Just needs to grow a unicorn horn and she’ll be done.

 

[William Tyndale]

Good lord this is terrifying. Physicians will line up to take this guy’s money and cut off his dick. They’ll throw his balls in a jar right before they make down payment on a new house in vail. This is ww2-level human experimentation.

https://x.com/redcoast/status/1825605407844479186

 

[uwaga! aooga!]

"Help. I started puberty blocking drugs early, have psychiatric issues and have now cut off my penis. WHY O WHY CANT I COOM?"

Another Troon learns about the Tanner Scale the hard way.

 

[Syikeblade]

I like looking at their post histories.

For the mtfs, put aside the ones that embrace their agp and spend their reddit time attempting to pass as a real woman. You see the stereotypical shit in their post history. Glitter! Plushies! Shoes! It's typically mixed with a few guy brained hobbies they can't give up, like guns and coding or cars, but they make an effort to be into pink too.

You look at the ftm post histories. You'd expect they'd also be trying to get into some dudely hobbies like shooting things and cars, right?

But no. Never. It's all....glitter! Plushies! Shoes! Pink! They don't even try to force themselves into a masculine state of mind, instead just proclaiming they're men who happen to have a totally normal collection of Bratz dolls.

I think it's a fun peek into the male vs female psyche. The men are trying to pick up new hobbies that conform to their fetish. The women stick with what they know, and try to make those hobbies conform to their delusion.

I think it has a lot to do with their reasoning, mtf agp often transition because it's a fetish and acting like how they think women are fuels that.
While HTST mtf think it gives them a chance to have sex with straight men.

Ftm who transition to fulfill their yaoi fetish think gay men act like them so why bother changing their behavior?
Another reason is that many of them still fear and hate actual masculinity, they see it as oppressive so in their eyes a feminine man is safer and morally superior.

I'm guessing the only ones who try to act more masculine are the lesbian ftm trying to hook up with straight women.