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Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild
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🔧 Actively working on site again.
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The sun is shining, its the lords day and the troons venture out in the great weather, trying to blend in as best they can. Did he succeed? You tell me kiwifrens.
The pic might be a bit blurry but I didnt want an angy man in a dress at my throat
Edit. Blacked out an innocent bystander.
The pic might be a bit blurry but I didnt want an angy man in a dress at my throat
Edit. Blacked out an innocent bystander.
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caonima
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Had the misfortune of this guy coming and standing next to me earlier today, noticeable odour, chipped nail polish, thinning hair, and unshaved beard, very unpleasant.
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Gotta love how none of them can actually cross their legs like a woman.
Is it because the hip and angle at which the legs meet that men seem whole incapable of this?
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Goddamn those shoes are massive.
How do troons manage to get it so wrong? I know fuck all about female fashion outside of jeans and t-shirt, and even I know that old lady tights, dancing shoes and little girl hair clips are not a mix any female would willingly wear. Maybe he’s just trying to be a walking parody?
Fuck me, though, the size of those mahoosive golden clodhoppers. You could prop armchairs up on those in a flood. Compare them to the legs of the woman just in the background. They have to be three quarters of the length of her calves.
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The worst part was his really mannish face. I couldnt get a good pic, because this fucker was massive and we all know just how agro these fuckers get.
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Yeah, safety first. What a sighting though. Truly horrifying. I’m so sorry you had such a fly in the ointment of your peaceful Sunday.
Rich Evans Simp
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Fast-ish food restaurant in a rich suburban area on a weekend afternoon. Filled with families coming from sports and dance practices or on their way to a fun family outing. Little kids there with grandparents for a special treat. In struts a typical MTF with his handmaiden in tow, super tall, dressed like they always are, in a t-shirt and skirt combo no actual woman would ever wear, plus socks and sneakers, women's glasses, and unstyled shoulder-length hair. The handmaiden was similarly frumpy, but Ray Charles could see they were an obvious man and woman. They were both grinning and exhilarated. The ultimate thrill to freak out the rich white normies with their innocent children. I wanted to say YWNBAW but I didn’t feel like getting assaulted.
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Note what car they came in, and leave a note on the windshield.
Observe the LOLs as they run to Reddit to breathlessly explain how they’re being stalked by transphobic terrorists, and need to check their vehicle for bombs now.
validdood
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Hard to properly cross your legs with the balls and euphoria boner in the way.
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Recently I moved locations and unfortunately found myself living in tranny central. I've spotted some horrific AGPs in the wild such as a blind anorexic tranny being led by a mega deathfat gender blob, a bald black man in a crop top, bra, and jean shorts with pink sneakers parading a tranny flag, a slavic looking tranny with a garbage bag as a skirt, and a Chris Chan look alike with a yellow mop as a wig, a red top and jean skirt. It's actually amazing the lengths these creatures will go to just to try and stand out.
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Saw one in the camera shop I frequent today. Was a manlet, possibly sub five-foot. When he started speaking, I could instantly tell. But if you saw him from a distance, you might think it was some middle age liberal woman. Possibly a librarian by the way he was dressed.
countrybumpkin
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Spotted one! I think he's one I've seen before, but I try not to get too close. I saw him from behind and through a window but clocked him instantly. His linebacker shoulders were a dead giveaway. He also has the terrible posture and dirty seaweed hair that you see with so many troons.
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Well, it finally happened. My workplace hired a troon. The best part is I found out when I came in today because an older (based) coworker ran out to meet me and goes, “There’s a new hire in there, called Amanda, DO NOT call them a “he” they got really annoyed at me!”
Not that I needed the warning, “Amanda” had a five o’clock shadow and a beer belly. Still, I found it amusing that he gets “misgendered” within five minutes of starting a new job.
Coincidentally, I’ve been thinking about leaving this job for a while. Perhaps this is a sign.
Not that I needed the warning, “Amanda” had a five o’clock shadow and a beer belly. Still, I found it amusing that he gets “misgendered” within five minutes of starting a new job.
Coincidentally, I’ve been thinking about leaving this job for a while. Perhaps this is a sign.
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I join the checkout line at an Old Navy. Three women are working the tills. The queue is moving slowly.
I’m standing behind a few other customers, amusing myself by scrolling on my phone. Every few minutes I take a step forward as another customer finishes and the queue advances.
As I near the front of the line, I hear it: the unmistakable croak of a testosterone-addled pooner, rising above the din of the store. My head raises on alert.
I scan the customers in front of me, but they all seem normal. My eyes move to the checkout ladies. The furthest away from me is tall, young, and is dressed like a woman. It’s not her. The woman in the middle is addressing a customer. No pooner croak.
Then the customer in front of me is called up to be served, and as I reach the front of the line, I spot her. She’s working the till closest to me. Standing at no more than 5 feet tall, I couldn’t see her in detail until now.
Her short stature is exacerbated by her kyphotic hunch. Her gaunt cheeks are peppered with sparse pubic hair and numerous, angrily inflamed pustules. Her limp, lifeless hair is styled in a pseudo-mullet that calls to mind images of an emaciated and growth-stunted Liam Gallagher. Her thin frame is obscured by a baggy shirt that hangs off of her narrow shoulders, no doubt purchased from the boy’s section. Her name tag reads “Jake”, with her pronouns proudly listed as “he/him”.
I can’t contain the massive smirk that grows on my face. My first real pooner spotted in the wild. I’m smug, elated even. “I know what you are, Jake” I think to myself.
I’m salivating for the opportunity to politely call her “ma’am” and ruin her day, but the moment never comes. I’m called forward to another till. My transaction is processed, and I leave.
I’m standing behind a few other customers, amusing myself by scrolling on my phone. Every few minutes I take a step forward as another customer finishes and the queue advances.
As I near the front of the line, I hear it: the unmistakable croak of a testosterone-addled pooner, rising above the din of the store. My head raises on alert.
I scan the customers in front of me, but they all seem normal. My eyes move to the checkout ladies. The furthest away from me is tall, young, and is dressed like a woman. It’s not her. The woman in the middle is addressing a customer. No pooner croak.
Then the customer in front of me is called up to be served, and as I reach the front of the line, I spot her. She’s working the till closest to me. Standing at no more than 5 feet tall, I couldn’t see her in detail until now.
Her short stature is exacerbated by her kyphotic hunch. Her gaunt cheeks are peppered with sparse pubic hair and numerous, angrily inflamed pustules. Her limp, lifeless hair is styled in a pseudo-mullet that calls to mind images of an emaciated and growth-stunted Liam Gallagher. Her thin frame is obscured by a baggy shirt that hangs off of her narrow shoulders, no doubt purchased from the boy’s section. Her name tag reads “Jake”, with her pronouns proudly listed as “he/him”.
I can’t contain the massive smirk that grows on my face. My first real pooner spotted in the wild. I’m smug, elated even. “I know what you are, Jake” I think to myself.
I’m salivating for the opportunity to politely call her “ma’am” and ruin her day, but the moment never comes. I’m called forward to another till. My transaction is processed, and I leave.
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Surely not without some AAA grade misgendering first?!
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In order not to shit where I eat I’ve decided to go the malicious compliance route of exclusively using “them” and “this person” - a way to say “I know you’re not what you say you are” while appearing to be well-meaning but clueless. I’ll leave the aggressive misgendering to the old ladies I work with, they’re apparently already doing a great job.
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Spotted this creature out in the wild, the funniest part was the way he walked as it very un-ladylike and his five o-clock shadow.
Izdaja Slika
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I don't think so - I think it's being fat that prevents a normal knee over knee cross, though I think a more natural posture for most men is the ankle on knee cross.
My own spotting:
I was walking back to the office from a team lunch and saw a troon, with a frazzy Jewfro and in pink overalls, standing at the lights for the pedestrian crossing. What made it surreal was that he was in old-style rollerskates, that put me in mind of Terry from Reno 911
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They always have the Quasimodo hunch shoulders. I thought at first it was just the manly way guys hold themselves, but it’s just an attempt to appear smaller, isn’t it? Bet he’d puff his chest out and stretch up to his tallest if some lowly TERF called him ‘sir’ though.
Those massive block shoes must weigh a bit. Probably five kilos for the pair (size 13).