Megathread SRS and GRS surgeons and associated horrors - the medical community of experimental surgeons, the secret community of home butchers

[Zemblan Physics]

While there are isolated reports that point to THC potentiating serotonin syndrome, it is more likely to cause toxicity on its own that gets misdiagnosed as serotonin syndrome

In this case, the Abilify, tram and Zoloft combo he is on is enough to cause serotonin syndrome if he isn’t careful.

And we know he isn’t, so here’s to the hyperthermia and lethal seizures arc!

 

[2mm and 99 others]

...Imagine being this fucking loser leg-cutting or teet yeeting butcher in the world where more successful and able surgeons make their patients walk again, see and hear again, do things with their hands, shit and piss normally, look a way that doesn't make other people shudder, make kinda nice tits out of floppy sacs etc...And all those whatever-affirming sociopaths can do, is cut into healthy bodies, when only the brain is fucked up. Lining them up at some nice wall would be an act of mercy.

 

[Programmer Socks]

I don't know how I missed this when I watched the simulation for this surgery ages ago. The frenulum is supposed to be one of the most sensitive parts and they chop it right off. No wonder these retards can't coom (not that the cock mangling helps).

"Will it grow back?" - they really think of their bodies as the character creation screen in an RPG. Don't like that body part? Just delete it and replace it with something else! You can always revert to your previously saved character.

Except this is real life and you can't.

C/S/D indeed.

 

[Lady Farishta]

Fistulissa update.
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While there are isolated reports that point to THC potentiating serotonin syndrome, it is more likely to cause toxicity on its own that gets misdiagnosed as serotonin syndrome.

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such disdain for doctors and yet he puts his entire sense of self/identity in the hands of a surgeon. typical troon thinking.

 

[Banquet Meal]

i saw this on facebook this morning... seriously, this is so unhinged. why would a man do this to himself? i cant imagine a more miserable existence...and it looks like hes in the hospital on top of whatever fuckery is going on here.

Spoiler: gross

 

[Fapcop]

Gotta love how the medical establishment deals with this.

Want to cut off perfectly healthy breasts or a penis? Dresden bomb your vagina? No problem! We take all insurance!

Want to cut off your perfectly healthy leg? WOAH BUDDY!!! We can’t do that! SHIT IS UNETHICAL!!

 

[Faceless Whore]

NOT ANOTHER BLACK GUY WITH A CHEESY AMHOLE

"Wypipo don chedda dey amholes."

 

[LongDayAgain]

I don't know how I missed this when I watched the simulation for this surgery ages ago. The frenulum is supposed to be one of the most sensitive parts and they chop it right off. No wonder these retards can't coom (not that the cock mangling helps).

In uncut guys it's really sensitive, so the fact that the doctor just destroys it is like another layer of cruelty to this.

i saw this on facebook this morning... seriously, this is so unhinged. why would a man do this to himself? i cant imagine a more miserable existence...and it looks like hes in the hospital on top of whatever fuckery is going on here.

Spoiler: gross

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Okay, seriously, how do these people work jobs? I have to ask. How do they go to college? How do they do anything with dilation schedules like this?

 

[Sailor Kim Jong Moon]

The "Pee buddy" is actually something I can imagine getting if 1. I was a woman 2.travelling to some country with questionable hygienic standards like i.e some Muslim country that is not i.e the UAE.

I’m convinced the problem is marketing.

Look at the box. It’s purple. It has feminine writing. It’s clearly for WOMEN.

If they marketed the box as DOOD BRO MASCULINE PROUD TRANS MAN MASC EUPHORIA these girls would scoop them up no problem. They’d brag about it like a packer.

Might just buy some and repackage it and sell it on Amazon as some super affirming masc tranny merch. Just needs blue/black coloring, and stronger font choices.

 

[Iron Jaguar]

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Voila! Male perfection!

The irony of flayed skin looking like an amputated limb.
And once more we see that Pooners have absolutely no idea what a normal penis looks like or even what size they are.

She seems to be one of those butch dykes who unfortunately grew up in a homophobic household

What's unfortunate about it?

 

[Coo Coo Bird]

That guy posted above is one of the Jerry Springer guests that has stuck with me ever since I saw a rerun in the mid 00s. He was extremely fucked in the head between intentionally sawing off his own legs and stealing his mom's underwear for his crossdressing fetish. His mom actually appeared later in the episode and he told her about how much he wanted to skinwalk her. Very disturbing compared to the typical white trash slapfights on that show. I'd kill for a full episode cut to drop again.

And of course most of the newest comments are shaming Jerry (RIP) for exploiting a mentally ill tranny that volunteered to tell the world how he injected sewage into his legs to try to kill them beforehand. C'mon, he even bothered to refer to "Sandy" by feminine pronouns while asking what the fuck he was thinking!

There were a lot of tranny rape by deception reveals on Jerry Springer, now that I think about it. Usually post op HSTS, but also a couple pooners that'd fuck women with strap ons in the dark.

The fact that it's so hard to find full Jerry Springer episodes online is a crying shame.

Fun fact: John Ronald Brown, the surgeon that was sentenced to life in prison after chopping off a guy with this condition's leg and leaving him for dead after he developed gangrene, was also an early tranny butcher. (In fact, he was known in that community as “Butcher Brown.) He fled to Tijuana after giving one a deadly case of the Babysoots. In a lot of ways, Brown was the proto Rumer or Crane. Actually, I wouldn't put it past Crane to start offering "body affirming" amputations if he's willing to perform female nullification on top of everything.

I actually found a pretty good article about him, but that post is already too long, so here it is:
Why Did He Cut Off That Man's Leg?

SAN DIEGO — A 77-year-old former doctor has been convicted of murder for fatally botching the surgery of a New York man who wanted his healthy leg amputated to satisfy a bizarre fetish.

The story gave the name of the fetish as apotemnophilia — “sexual gratification from limb removal.” It said that “only 200 worldwide are known to suffer the fetish.” It reported that the victim, 79-year-old Philip Bondy, had paid $10,000 for the operation, after which he died in a “suburban San Diego hotel” from “gangrene poisoning.” It said that the unlicensed doctor who performed the surgery could get “life imprisonment for second-degree murder.” Although the story gave the doctor’s name as John Ronald Brown, at first it didn’t ring a bell. But after downloading additional stories, I found myself looking at a photograph of a heavyset, pink-complexioned man with thinning, disheveled hair, and suddenly I realized, Hey, I know this man.
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Although I find it hard to hear Brown (a man in the adjacent visitor’s chair is reading religious tracts into the phone), eventually I’m able to get to the heart of the matter: Why, against state law, the Hippocratic oath and, in my opinion, basic common sense, did he cut off that man’s leg?

Brown replies that he was simply doing what doctors are supposed to do — meet the patient’s needs. “In cosmetic surgery we do things all the time for which there is no need. We are constantly rearranging what God gave us.”

“But what about your own liability?” I ask. The patient, I point out, was a frail old man, still recovering from pneumonia, with a history of heart disease and bypass surgery. Even in ideal circumstances, his post-operative prospects were far from great. “Weren’t you worried that people would ask questions if he died?”

Brown shrugs. “I didn’t spend much time thinking about it,” he says.

Someone who did think about it was Gary Stovall, a homicide detective for the San Diego suburb of National City, who on May 11, 1998, was assigned to investigate the death of an elderly New York City resident found in Room 609 of the local Holiday Inn with his left leg missing and blood oozing from the stump.

Despite the bizarre circumstances, at first it wasn’t completely clear to Stovall that a crime had been committed. A friend of Philip Bondy’s had initially told the police that Bondy had been in a “taxi accident” in Mexico and had required immediate surgery in a clinic there.

But to Stovall that story didn’t make sense. If Bondy had been in an accident, why didn’t his body have any other injuries? If an American citizen had been badly injured in a traffic accident, why didn’t the Tijuana police know anything about it? And strangest of all, why did Bondy have two $5,000 receipts in his room, one for “surgery” and the other for “hospitalization,” both signed by a local man named John Brown?

Because Stovall was working on another murder case at the time, he couldn’t immediately go see Brown in person. And besides, says Stovall, a baby-cheeked detective with a deceptively mild manner, “I was still under the impression that he was a good Samaritan.”

But when Brown still hadn’t returned any of Stovall’s three phone messages by Wednesday morning, May 20, Stovall drove to Brown’s San Ysidro apartment and ã banged on the door.

“Do you know why I’m here?” he asked.

“Yes,” answered Brown, who had come to the door wearing a robe. “It’s because of the man who died in the hotel room in National City.”

Although Brown was “nonthreatening, polite, well-spoken and obviously well-educated,” says Stovall, it was also clear to him that Brown was not someone for whom “personal appearance was a high priority.” When Stovall asked him to come down to the station, he put on a wrinkled shirt and a stained jacket. Not only did his apartment smell like “garbage,” but the couch was bloodstained and the stuffing was falling out. The stove was “filthy” and the sink was stacked with dirty dishes. There were books, professional journals, travel bags and medical supplies scattered about the floor. “If a child had been living there,” Stovall says, “I’d have put him in a foster home.”

Brown performed the operation on a Saturday morning. Bondy was happy at first, even though, as he would later tell Furth, he had felt Brown “sawing” on his leg. As it was just as illegal to amputate a healthy leg in Mexico as it is in the United States, right after the operation Brown drove 15 miles out into the desert on the old road to Ensenada and threw the leg out the window for the coyotes to eat. Then, before driving Bondy to the National City Holiday Inn, he gave his patient some lessons in walking with crutches. (“He kept falling down, ” Brown says in some exasperation. He couldn’t seem to grasp the concept of a three-point stance — he’d put his remaining foot between the crutch tips, not in front of or behind them.)

By Sunday, Bondy was feeling hungry and dehydrated, and his voice was sounding raspy. Furth, who was staying in an adjoining room, brought him food and water and sat up with him past midnight, talking about the surgery and what it all meant. Around 8 Monday morning, Furth testified, he came back to see what Bondy wanted for breakfast and discovered a “horrible,” “traumatic” and “chaotic” scene.

Bondy was lying half on the bed and half off, with blood oozing from a blackened and gangrenous stump. “I saw the phone tipped over,” Furth said. “I saw the wheelchair upsided. I saw the sheets pulled out. I touched the top of his head. Rigor mortis had set in. This man did not have a peaceful death.”

As the medical examiner determined, Bondy had died from clostridia perfringens (also known as gaseous gangrene), a ã fast-moving flesh-eating bacteria that lowers blood pressure and causes the heart to stop. According to Jack Fisher, the bluntly outspoken UC San Diego plastic surgeon hired by the prosecution to critique Brown’s medical skills, Brown had failed to leave himself a large enough skin flap to cover the bone and stump. As a result, the skin was stretched too tight for any blood to flow. This killed the flap and allowed clostridia perfringens to feed on the dying flesh.

The photographs of Bondy on his deathbed reminded Stacy Running of an inmate at a concentration camp. “He was very thin, very emaciated. There was not an ounce of excess flesh. The skin on his face followed the skull. The mouth was open. It looked like he was screaming or crying when he died — to God or I don’t know whom.”

It was clear to Running that Brown had amputated Bondy’s leg. It was equally clear that Bondy had paid him to do it. The question was why? Then she got a call from Gary Stovall, who was in New York searching Furth’s apartment.

“I can remember to this day,” says Running, a petite, articulate woman with an open, guileless manner that reminds me of Mary Richards from The Mary Tyler Moore Show. “I was working here. Gary calls. ‘Stacy, are you sitting down? Listen to this.’ And he started reading to me from a piece of literature [on apotemnophilia].

“That was when we first realized what we were dealing with — that Phil Bondy wanted his leg cut off for a reason we couldn’t comprehend. We were in shock. And we are people who see the worst that humanity has to offer. We see people do horrible things to their wives, their husbands, their children and their friends. We’ve seen just about everything you can see. And then something like this comes up and knocks you for a loop.”

They also go in to detail about his back alley sex change surgeries, which is kind of a prose version of the amhole pictures:

After the fruit and cheese, we adjourned to the kitchen, where one of the waitresses lay back on a butcher-block table and casually flipped up her skirt. A gooseneck lamp was produced, and all the doctors proceeded to examine the kind of work currently being done by Dr. Brown’s competition.

I’m no expert in female anatomy, but the waitress’s genitalia didn’t look like those of any woman I’d ever seen. There was no clitoris or anything resembling a vagina. It rather looked like someone had taken a pickax and neatly poked a small, square hole, an inch on a side, directly into her groin — either that or like an aerial photograph of a Manitoba iron-ore mine taken from 20,000 feet. In contrast, Spence maintained, Brown had developed a revolutionary technique that would give transsexuals fully orgasmic clitorises and aesthetically pleasing vaginas.

Later, Dr. Brown and I stood around the kitchen table while he displayed what to me were ghastly photographs of his surgical technique. One picture showed a gauze noose holding up the head of a bloody penis while Brown sliced away at the tendrils of unwanted erectile tissue (the capora cavernosa).

Unlike some other gender-reassignment surgeons, and contrary to what Herb Caen had written, Brown didn’t exactly lop off the penis. At least in later years (his process was continually evolving), he carefully split the penis, then, after saving the nerves and blood supply, positioned the glans penis under a fleshy hood to create the clitoris. With the leftover penile skin he made the labia majora. Finally, after removing the fat and hair follicles, he used the scrotal skin as lining for the new vagina.

And apparently he cut a lot of corners:

At the same time, there are plenty of other people who tell me they won’t rest until Brown is behind bars for life. UC San Diego plastic-surgery professor Jack Fisher has personally repaired 12 to 15 of what he calls Brown’s “pelvic disasters.” “He’s a terrible, appalling technical surgeon,” says Fisher. “There’s just no other way to describe it. He doesn’t know how to make a straight incision. He doesn’t know how to hold a knife. He has no regard for limiting blood loss.” Basically, says Fisher, the man “had been committing crimes against humanity for years.”

Dallas Denny, an Atlanta-based transgender author and activist who periodically posts warnings about Brown on the Internet, says that among transsexuals he was known as “Table Top Brown” for his willingness to operate in kitchens, garages and motel rooms. “Patients were waking up in parked cars or abandoned in hotel rooms. There was no screening and no aftercare. Anyone who walked in the room was a candidate.”

And the results of the surgery, says Denny, were horrific. “Some of these people, expecting vaginoplasties, received simple penectomies, leaving them looking somewhat like a Barbie doll,” she wrote in a 1995 attack on Brown’s skills. “Others ended up with something which looked like a penis which had been split and sewn to their groin — which is essentially what had been done. Some ended up with vaginas which were lined with hair-bearing scrotal skin; these vaginas quickly filled up with pubic hair, becoming inflamed and infected. Some ended up with peritonitis, some with permanent colostomies. Some ran out of money and were dumped in back alleys and parking lots to live or die.”

And a lot of patients joined the 41%:

As Basinski later learned, Christina (formerly known as Eddie) had mortgaged her house to pay for a total of 10 surgeries by Brown. But according to legal documents filed by Running, the skin grafts that Brown used to line Christina’s vaginal walls were so thin that they tore during intercourse. When Brown removed Christina’s lower ribs to give her a narrower and more feminine waist, she subsequently developed an abscess as big as a basketball. Christina’s nose job turned out so poorly that she ended up with different-sized nostrils, one of which turned up like that of a pig. Christina complained to Brown that he’d made her vaginal entrance too small. But when Brown enlarged it, Christina felt he’d “ruined” her.

Today, Brown says he feels badly that he didn’t better explain the procedure to Christina. But when he called to tell her he was refunding $500, her mother told him that her son had just hanged himself in the garage. (According to Running, Brown took the news quite calmly, noting merely that “transsexuals had a high suicide rate.”)

And yes, there was diarrhea pouring out of fistulas:

To keep her vaginal opening from growing shut while it healed, Brown gave Camille a phallus-shaped stent made of the same kind of foam used to cushion furniture. “He told me to put a condom on it. I had to hold it in place with little white bra straps. Otherwise it would fall out when I stood up.”

After several days, Camille returned to her home in the San Fernando Valley to recuperate. There, to her horror, she developed a recto-vaginal fistula that caused feces to pour out of her vagina. “My bladder was blocked, my lymph glands swelled up and my skin turned yellow,” she says. She was hiccuping constantly, unable to stand, and near death. “Black stuff was pouring out of my lungs, all my systems were shutting down. All I would have had to do is take one breath and let go.” After five days, a friend found her lying in her own feces and drove her to the ã hospital, where the doctors took one look and said, “What the hell is this?”

The pain was so bad, says Camille, she was screaming at the top of her lungs for 24 hours straight. “They were giving me morphine every 15 minutes. I had an MRI and CAT scan. Six doctors were operating on me simultaneously. I had to have a [temporary] colostomy. They were ready to body-bag and toe-tag me.”

And he did all kinds of other weird surgeries:

In 1986, Penthouse Forum magazine sent a writer to Tijuana to investigate Brown’s claim that he could make penises an inch or two longer by cutting the suspensor ligament holding the penis root to the pubic bone. The article, published as “The Incredible Dick Doctor,” portrayed Brown as a wildly inattentive driver who backed into other cars, an absent-minded dresser whose pants fell down in the operating room, and a blithe spirit of a surgeon who, when he accidentally made a cut in the penile shaft that sent blood spurting everywhere, casually declared, “I made a boo-boo.”

A few years later, the television news magazine Inside Edition followed up on the Forum piece with an investigative story on “The Worst Doctor in America.” In it, Brown, who apparently gave the camera crew free run of his clinic, is shown performing a scalp-flap operation to give a transsexual a more feminine hairline. Although the patient is supposedly under deep sedation, he moans and howls all through the procedure, a development Brown dismisses on camera as “nothing unusual.”

In what turned out to be a lucky break for the prosecution, Brown also owned videotapes of his operations. One of them, entitled “Jack Has a New Pisshole Behind His Balls,” had been shot by a friend of the grateful patient and given to Brown as a gift. It showed Brown cutting an opening in Jack’s urethra just behind his testicles so Jack could urinate sitting down. “The guy was tattooed from his head to his knees,” says Running. “He had big flames coming out of his butthole. Just when you think you’ve seen it all . . .”

But it was the video of transsexual surgery that most fired up the prosecution against Brown. “I’ve seen medical videos before,” says Tom Basinski, an investigator in the D.A.’s office. “Usually the scalpel slices right in.” But Brown’s scalpel was so dull he had to push hard, saw back and forth. “I said to myself, ‘Oh, my God. This is why this guy has to be stopped.’”

But in spite of the many, many warning signs that something was wrong, trannies still went to him because he was cheap and didn't ask you for dumb stuff like therapy:

But despite Brown’s flaws, says Cheree, there was a reason why so many “girls” went to him — “He gives you a vagina at a fair price.” Whereas with other doctors you had to take hormones, wait up to six years, live as a woman, undergo psychological evaluations and then pay $12,000 to $20,000 or more, with Brown it was good old-fashioned capitalistic cash-and-carry. Anyone, says Cheree, could ã raise the necessary $2,000 or $3,000 Brown used to charge (in the ’80s) by turning “a couple of tricks.” The word would go out that Brown was coming to town. “He’d shoot silicone anywhere you wanted it. For $200 he’d do breast surgery. For $500 he’d do cheeks, breasts and hips. After injections you had to lie flat on your back for three days so the silicone wouldn’t go anywhere. He plugged the holes with Krazy Glue.”

And who can argue with an advertisement campaign like this:

When Detective Stovall searched Brown’s San Ysidro apartment, he found not only bloody shoes, bloody pillows, used needles, silicone vials and two or three dozen empty tubes of Krazy Glue, but bloody towels in the bathtub soaking in bleach, bloody swabs in a travel bag, and dozens of returned advertising brochures (apparently the remnants of a recent mail campaign), which read in part:

The prettiest pussies are John Brown pussies.

The happiest patients are John Brown patients.

Because . . .

1. Each has a sensitive clit.

2. All (99%) get orgasms.

3. Careful skin draping gives a natural appearance.

4. Men love the pretty pussies and the sexy response.

Gotta love how the medical establishment deals with this.

Want to cut off perfectly healthy breasts or a penis? Dresden bomb your vagina? No problem! We take all insurance!

Want to cut off your perfectly healthy leg? WOAH BUDDY!!! We can’t do that! SHIT IS UNETHICAL!!

There have been a couple of instances of surgeons justifying it:

Abstract: Should surgeons be permitted to amputate healthy limbs if patients request such operations? We argue that if such patients are experiencing significant distress as a consequence of the rare psychological disorder named Body Integrity Identity Disorder (BIID), such operations might be permissible. We examine rival accounts of the origins of the desire for healthy limb amputations and argue that none are as plausible as the BIID hypothesis. We then turn to the moral arguments against such operations, and argue that on the evidence available, none is compelling. BIID sufferers meet reasonable standards for rationality and autonomy: so as long as no other effective treatment for their disorder is available, surgeons ought to be allowed to accede to their requests.

BAYNE, T., & LEVY, N. (2005). Amputees By Choice: Body Integrity Identity Disorder and the Ethics of Amputation.
And the marketing of the term "transabled":

Transability
E L I S A A . G . A R F I N I
‘‘Transability’’ denotes the persistent desire to acquire a physical disability and/or to seek the actual elective transition of the body from abled to disabled. It can be understood as the cultural translation of the diagnostic category BIID (body integrity identity disorder), which, albeit not currently listed in the World Health Organization’s International Classification of Diseases or in the American Psychiatric Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, frames the desire for disability as a mental disease. Relevant biomedical literature on the condition was inaugurated by John Money (Money, Jobaris, and Furth 1977), who reported two case studies of individuals desiring amputation.

Transability is an umbrella term developed within the community of individuals who identify as transabled. It mirrors the term transsexuality. In particular, the term is meant to echo the ‘‘wrong body’’ metaphor and what is perceived to be a trajectory of successful recognition, one that transsexual individuals gained after obtaining regulated access to medical technologies of sex reassignment. Transability thus constructs a narrative of transsexuality, one that understands the goal of transition as passing, accepts a prediscursive origin of trans desire, and defers to a regulated process that proceeds from medical diagnosis to legal name
change. Although it is currently deprecated in favor of a more counternormative model of transgender embodiment, transsexual narrative as constructed by transability is naturalized as the figural model of transition from deviancy to normality, from suffering to reconciliation, and as an exemplary history of social
acceptance and cultural recognition.

Arfini, E. A. G. (2014). Transability. TSQ: Transgender Studies Quarterly
And here's a pooner talking about how transgenders and transabled need to work together:

The use of the word “transability” in this article is guided by personal activism; the needs expressed by transabled individuals speak to me as a trans activist and transsexual man. In trans communities, the desire to develop terms allowing trans people to reclaim their experiences has long been expressed. “Transabled” was first coined by transabled activist Sean O’Connor at the beginning of this century (Marie 2007; O’Connor 2009, 89; Davis 2012). Word choice is significant; it reflects ideological perspectives guiding diagnosis and eventual “treatment” (Bridy 2004, 151; Mackenzie and Cox 2006, 369). In Foucauldian terms, the use of “transabled” may lead to the desubjugation of previously delegitimized transabled discourses and the justification of the claims of a community whose needs must be heard and respected rather than perceived as perverse or irrational.

Baril, A. (2014). Needing to Acquire a Physical Impairment/Disability: (Re)Thinking the Connections between Trans and Disability Studies through Transability.
But so far it's on the fringes.

 

[UselessRubberKeyboard]

pooner talking about how transgenders and transabled need to work together:

These are the same people who will scream about “cultural appropriation”, but when it comes to their sexy feefees, their coom is more important.

This will be the next new social justice bullshit, then. Probably forcing the welfare benefits system to get even more strict to weed out the deliberately disabled, although I’m sure “transabled” assholes will claim they’re true disableds just like every other. They’ll be all over making being in a wheelchair all about them soon enough. “#sexywheeliegirl” and “#transabledphobia” coming to a social media feed near you soon. We all want to help disabled people, right? Why do you hate the disabled?

(God, now I’m channelling Russ Greer)

 

[Friend of Dorothy Parker]

Okay, seriously, how do these people work jobs? I have to ask. How do they go to college? How do they do anything with dilation schedules like this?

They don't. They don't. They don't.

Thus GFMs and living on welfare.

 

[FATTESTCUNT 2.0]

I saw this on X earlier: -

Spoiler: Pooner "penis", complete with self-harm scars all over it

These surgeries really are fucking insane.

 

[Dr. Eldon Tyrell]

i saw this on facebook this morning... seriously, this is so unhinged. why would a man do this to himself? i cant imagine a more miserable existence...and it looks like hes in the hospital on top of whatever fuckery is going on here.

Spoiler: gross

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Antibacterial soap? I would steam sterilize that fucking thing. And cauterize wherever he stuck it. Oh yeah, I forgot, this is about keeping and infested wound open on purpose...
I never pondered this, but troons must be on shitloads of antibiotics by default.

 

[batteredpancakes]

Pooner posts w.i.p photos of her rotdog. skullboy73
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Just had phallo with del corral yesterday and I'm doing great. He took these cool pictures for me and I just had to share. So far he's like the best surgeon I've ever been with cuz I've had some bad experiences but he's great and so is the team. It's thin at the tip because of bad blood supply and I might get that shortened so it looks better but I'm not sure at this point yet.

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I saw this on X earlier

Ah I remember those pictures. They omitted the best pic.

Phalloplasty made from arm skin with extensive self-harm scars. u/Bright_Star87
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RFF Phallo with sh scars - TW for SH scar photos

I had first stage RFF phallo with Mr Christopher, UK, in June 2023.

I've seen a few posts regarding sh scars and phallo, so wanted to share some pics, in case this can help anyone in a similar circumstance.

Scars were quite significant and formed over a period of about 10 years, some fairly large, but were at least 3 years old at the time of surgery.

My surgeon performed a prep/exploratory surgery before hand to check for circulation, where the flap was lifted and replaced, in Feb 2020. This all went fine, and I was told if it heals well, then all would be fine to go ahead for stage 1.

Stage 1 went really well, and I was lucky and had 0 complications.

In terms of sensation, my surgeon informed me, as long as I could feel sensation on my arm/scars that this should not effect the results of sensation. At 7 months post op, I now have fairly good sensation, I can feel most of the shaft, as well as cold temp at the base and tip, so hopefully this will only get better in time.

In terms of aesthetics, He does have some dips/raised bits on the larger scars, that you can feel when touching, but this does not bother me, and I joke that he has natural ribbing, for others pleasure! haha!

The scars do not bother me at all, and I love my dick very much, and would not change it.

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The comments of SH posts on r/phallo are always sickeningly positive. No one questions the pooners mental health or anything; there's just plenty of retarded comments like this:

I've been making the joke to my wife for years now, that when I get phallo, I'll be ribbed for her pleasure, which always makes us both chuckle. I'm glad we're not the only ones!

 

[Iron Jaguar]

I saw this on X earlier: -

Spoiler: Pooner "penis", complete with self-harm scars all over it

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These surgeries really are fucking insane.

"If Freddy Krueger Made A Porno"

I guess at least it's Ribbed For Her No Pleasure.

 

[booklover]

Okay, seriously, how do these people work jobs? I have to ask. How do they go to college? How do they do anything with dilation schedules like this?

They don't spend hours at a time doing it, unless they WANT to.

I looked up that John Ronald Brown guy. At least he wasn't doing abortions, I guess.

I did notice on the Wiki page that the Johns Hopkins transgender program only approved 24 of the first 2,000 people to inquire about the procedures. Dr. Brown, OTOH, operated on anyone who had legal tender. Scary.

"If Freddy Krueger Made A Porno"

I guess at least it's Ribbed For Her No Pleasure.

I was kinda sorta thinking the same thing.

 

[LaughJoke2.0]

This doesn't talk about or mention trannies but it's relevant IMO. Bill Maher opinions of the man aside did a decent piece last night on how Doctors prescribe drugs willy nilly because it's where the money is. I feel the same about troons everyone gets a piece of the pot shrinks, surgeons, hospitals, drug companies the whole medical community is making bank on not only the suffering of their patients and degradation of our society.

 

[TexasRanger]

I saw this on X earlier: -

Spoiler: Pooner "penis", complete with self-harm scars all over it

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These surgeries really are fucking insane.

That is so fucking mental on so many levels.....any comments on X/words of concern?