Megathread Trannies posting their L's Online - Heckin valid people posting their funny misfortunes on the internet

[CallmeCicada]

This guys voice does not sound feminine at all
View attachment 6788531
Most honest predditor:View attachment 6788532

This nigga sounds retarded.

 

[Surfin Terf]

TestosteroneJew, that was Blowhole Rylan right?
The death fat that Shbhdhbhdh carved the tits off then trolled her and said "it looks like you have a blowhole" while she laughed at her when she nearly caught sepsis and had clumps of necrotic fat and pus falling out of the open wound in her side?

Life saving surgery bigots.

Yep

Spoiler: NSFW

 

[conodont]

I need a Lonely Planet guide but for the least troon-infested countries/cities.

A Tripadvisor troon index.

It’s relaxing being able to wake up each morning and just know I will encounter exactly zero pornbrain social contagion nutjobs.

I live in a third world country where most people don't have internet access so no troons

But for a guide:
Most of the Middle East and Africa has no troons (avoid South Africa, Botswana, and rich cities like Addis Ababa. Also, avoid Iran and Turkey)
Eastern Europe is generally safe
Central Asia is also mostly safe
Avoid India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh
Avoid East Asia
Oceania is mostly ok if you avoid the tourist hotspots as well as Australia and New Zealand
Avoid Western Europe and North America
I don't know about South America

tl;dr about 80% of the world is devoid of them

 

[Paper Machete]

Yep

Spoiler: NSFW

View attachment 6789594View attachment 6789595View attachment 6789596View attachment 6789597View attachment 6789598View attachment 6789599View attachment 6789600View attachment 6789601View attachment 6789602View attachment 6789603View attachment 6789604View attachment 6789605View attachment 6789606

So, Rylan knows that surgeons do not want to do that operation because her BMI creates additional risks to surgery so goes shopping for someone unscrupulous enough to give her what she wants anyway? Despite continuous bleeding and therefor being a biohazard she continues to go out in public and hang out (IIRC from TikToks she made, specifically she went to a cafe once, that's legit disgusting)? I never got this part, like the way trannies think is so insane. Even if you think this is a "normal" part of the healing process it's pretty obvious you're not ready to go out and about yet because, ya know, you're in significant pain and keep bleeding all over yourself.

The surgeon that did this is explicitly sadistic but this is an elective procedure and IMO people in search of those DO have a greater responsibility towards covering their own ass. It's not as if they're an ER patient that has little to no choice. If all other surgeons say they will not operate on patients because of XYZ (causing complications) there are good reasons for that, listen to them!

 

[NSA Intern]

To warm your stockings this Yuletide I bring you tidings from the trannerlands!
View attachment 6787377
Yes, that is thumbnailed already, it was just stupidly huge.
This vxlid, stunning, and brave girl decided that 4 months of exogenous hormones was enough to know that they're NGMI and to push it up to 42%. https://www.reddit.com/r/4tran4/comments/1hlndva/probably_killing_my_self_after_christmas/

43% https://www.reddit.com/r/4tran4/comments/1hlukb2/all_dogs_go_to_heaven/

Spend your festive times with loved ones, and be thankful that you were never a transgender, kiwis. See you tomorrow! I've got family to be with

Like a trainwreck, I couldn't look away; went back to see what xhir was up to and xhe spent the entirety of Christmas kvetching about how shitty xir's life is, to the point where other troons were telling them to shut the fuck up and appreciate what vhe had.

Christmas presents…Blogpost (self.4tran4)
submitted 1 day ago by Eldritch_Chan-11
Didn’t tell my family & parents im repping again because, well tbh none of their business and I don’t care enough to, but my dumbass already told them I’m a Troon while I still any had hope for the future whatsoever
So I got: lotta makeup I can’t use, bracelet with an H on it (first letter of my tranny name) I also can’t wear, and some other new stuff related to makeup or beauty etc all stuff I can’t use because I’ll never pass anyway and would just look like a hon freak joke
I already hate Christmas but ngl this makes me feel worse than usual

The replies;

god you’re such a dumb fucking cunt. they accept you and your decision is to bitch about it? mine are going to disown me. i’ve literally prepped this as my last family christmas in my mind.
this whole sub is just becoming people bitching about their wins. even if you’re a hon, being accepted by people and them actually trying is an INSANE thing to bitch about.
like this is becoming the most whitoid bitchfest sub of trannies i s2g

---

my family loves me and gives me presents on Christmas and accepts who I am nooo whatever will I do

---

the fact that your family has you for Christmas and gives you female presents means they accept you and love you. if they didn’t they wouldn’t do all these things. they just don’t know how to support you yet.
do you know how much I would give to be able to experience Christmas with my family again? im literally crying writing this because it hurts me so deeply to not be able to. please just fucking enjoy Christmas and get off this site and love the family that loves you too because you won’t know when you won’t be able to anymore and it’ll hurt you so much to think back on what you could’ve done better for them

From what I can tell, this spiral into (further) insanity started when someone called xem out on xyr bitchmade behavior and how they were being a massive attention whore miserybaiter instead of up and fucking dying like they repeatedly promised.

You however have everyone rightly tell you you’ll pass over and over but you’re so stuck in comfortable misery that you won’t see the ladder right in front of you, you’re self-satisfied in your unhappiness as you believe it proves something when it doesn’t. It’s happened to me before and I can recognise it in you.

Happiness is a choice, and you chose no.

After sneeding over how their family loves them they went on to complain about how other trannies are mean to yir ( ( and how they only hang around others like them because its the only group of people who will remotely tolerate them (I fucking wonder why with such a shining personality), then complained some more about how things that family got them to try and reach out to them and accept them was shit because xhe read into the motives that it wasn't exactly 100% what they wanted while arguing with trannies in the comments. Madness.

I fucking hate makeup
submitted 19 hours ago by Eldritch_Chan-11
I fucking despise it so fucking much
I don’t even bother with it because I refuse to honmode and look like a laughable cross dressing fag, but I hate this fucking shit is so mandatory to have to smear your face in uncomfortable chemicals in a hyper specific manner for some retarded ass fucking reason
Fuck makeup I hate this trash, I’m selling the shit I ranted about getting given in my last post to irl trannies I know anyway and I STILL fucking hate even the idea of it

And the reasoning from the previous post;

They see me as a mentally ill crossdresser that they are pitying & humouring, they don’t “accept” me & I can’t use any of this shit

Not entirely sure why they'll need the money from selling it when they're planning on 41 42 43 44%ing in a few days, but the mind of the trannoid is ever unfathomable.
Once again kiwis, be thankful that at least you're not him. Happy boxing day!

 

[₲litches]

I live in a third world country where most people don't have internet access so no troons

But for a guide:
Most of the Middle East and Africa has no troons (avoid South Africa, Botswana, and rich cities like Addis Ababa. Also, avoid Iran and Turkey)
Eastern Europe is generally safe
Central Asia is also mostly safe
Avoid India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh
Avoid East Asia
Oceania is mostly ok if you avoid the tourist hotspots as well as Australia and New Zealand
Avoid Western Europe and North America
I don't know about South America

tl;dr about 80% of the world is devoid of them

I remember an anthropologist professor telling me years ago that nut/gluten allergies were almost non- existent in developing countries and amongst tribal communities. Most of our odd allergies are first-world problems, because it’s the immune system “getting bored” and deciding to attack random things in the absence of the parasites and pathogens it’s been designed to fight for all of human evolution. I’m not sure how true that is, but I definitely think about it when my own stress level spikes: if I really think about it, I’m sweating the small stuff in the absence of larger problems the vast majority of humanity had to worry about in the past. Whatever small problem is bothering me, my body reacts as if it’s a big problem. Recognizing this helps put things in true perspective.

It really seems like gender worries stem from the same issue. In the absence of other anxieties, first-worlders invent a whole new problem to fixate on the explain the aimless anxiety that crackles along in our brains like radio static. “I feel like I’m not attaining my true potential…why? What’s holding me back from enjoying the attention I feel I’m due?” We no longer have rituals to signal to ourselves and others that we have gained true adulthood. We don’t communally hunt or cook or do tasks together where our contributions can be recognized on a communal scale. It’s no wonder a percentage of people that feel like they haven’t attained true happiness and confidence in their lives get a high off of the “stunning and brave” transgression of trooning out.

 

[FinnSven]

remember an anthropologist professor telling me years ago that nut/gluten allergies were almost non- existent in developing countries and amongst tribal communities. Most of our odd allergies are first-world problems, because it’s the immune system “getting bored” and deciding to attack random things in the absence of the parasites and pathogens it’s been designed to fight for all of human evolution

This professor sounds misinformed.

The high mortality rates of children in eras previous to the understanding of food allergies is the explanation.

Loads of kids who made it through early infancy but died after weaning were almost certainly gluten intolerant or allergic to another staple foodstuff of the immediate culture.

The collective term was “sickly child”.
And of course it was unthinkable to attempt to feed children other foodstuffs which were either unavailable or unaffordable.
It’s just in todays western society where all ranges of food are commonly available and affordable, that a gluten intolerant child can be fed rice or potato flour, rather than wheat.

Gluten intolerance also occurs often in populations where historically wheat didn’t make up the staple grain.
Similar thing with lactose intolerance and populations from societies which didn’t use raw cow milk as a food source.

Conversely Peanut allergies were unheard of in Europe, before the discovery of South America.

Maybe, there is some truth in immune systems becoming oversensitive, but that has usually been put down to higher hygiene standards. Particularly not letting babies play in dirt.

 

[and I must scream]

Not exactly an L, just proof number infinity that trans people lie:

Spoiler: text

My therapist refuses to write a letter for my top surgery and I don't know what to do.
Title is pretty self explanatory. After over a year of being counseled specifically for trans related traumas, my therapist says she won't write my letter because she "doesn't normally do things like that." I'm so lost now. I've been working 12 hour shifts behind a bar 5-6 days a week for months to be able to have the money for this, and this letter was the LAST thing I needed. Genuinely just freaking the fuck out what do I even do atp

Spoiler: Top comment - text

Find another one. I don't regularly see a therapist and didn't before surgery so I had to start seeing one specifically to get a letter. She met with me 2-3 times to establish a history and then wrote one for me

Whhhaaaat? But I've been told you have to be in therapy for years in order to medically transition! When detransitioners say they had top surgery after two meetings with a therapist you told me they just lie for grift and clout! How can that be?!

Link
Link to archive

Spoiler: image of all the comments up to this very moment

Yeah, I know it's not news in the slightest but I'm still going to post such things every time I see it.

 

[and I must scream]

Guys, don't kill me for double post but I've been so hasty to post that previous post that I haven't read much of the other comments, and they are even worst.

So let's see, how hard is it to get a letter for top surgery?

One session is all you need.

Again: one session.

Just one virtual session.

WPATH's therapists will obviously provide a letter.

Regular doctor can write one too, no need for an actual therapist.

In some cases, a social worker is also enough.

This social worker offers to write her a letter.

Just pay some money and an online private clinic will provide you a letter.

30 minutes zoom call and you get a letter.

One telephone session and you get the letter within a couple of days.

GALAP (Gender Affirmative Letter Access Project) apparently provide such letters for free.

You can pay subscription to some shit and get the letter.

There are doctors who just need informed consent, nothing more.

And of course:

Planned Parenthood is all you need. Informed consent rules.


This is all very ethical and safe and surely guarantee minimum regret rates.


Please remember this post next time TRA and allies say detransitioners lie about getting top surgery after one or two therapy sessions.

 

[Hubelublub]

TestosteroneJew, that was Blowhole Rylan right?
The death fat that Shbhdhbhdh carved the tits off then trolled her and said "it looks like you have a blowhole" while she laughed at her when she nearly caught sepsis and had clumps of necrotic fat and pus falling out of the open wound in her side?

Life saving surgery bigots.

>surgeon is the Yeet The Teets sadist
>patient has 'regular fibromyalgia symptoms'

I honestly don't know who to hate more here.

 

[RIPRhongoBongo]

Guys, don't kill me for double post but I've been so hasty to post that previous post that I haven't read much of the other comments, and they are even worst.

So let's see, how hard is it to get a letter for top surgery?


View attachment 6789919
One session is all you need.

View attachment 6789875
Again: one session.

View attachment 6789877
Just one virtual session.

View attachment 6789878
WPATH's therapists will obviously provide a letter.

View attachment 6789881
Regular doctor can write one too, no need for an actual therapist.

View attachment 6789883
In some cases, a social worker is also enough.

View attachment 6789905
This social worker offers to write her a letter.

View attachment 6789885
Just pay some money and an online private clinic will provide you a letter.

View attachment 6789888
30 minutes zoom call and you get a letter.

View attachment 6789890
One telephone session and you get the letter within a couple of days.

View attachment 6789873
GALAP (Gender Affirmative Letter Access Project) apparently provide such letters for free.

View attachment 6789871
You can pay subscription to some shit and get the letter.

View attachment 6789901
There are doctors who just need informed consent, nothing more.

And of course:
View attachment 6789914
Planned Parenthood is all you need. Informed consent rules.


This is all very ethical and safe and surely guarantee minimum regret rates.


Please remember this post next time TRA and allies say detransitioners lie about getting top surgery after one or two therapy sessions.

"Sorry Gertrude, we understand your breast cancer is spreading, but lil' dood here got her letter first"

 

[Anasa Tristis]

Planned Parenthood is all you need. Informed consent rules.

I took a look at PP's 2022-2023 Annual Report. (Sorry, no archive link, but it's easy enough to find on their main site.) They don't talk up their hormone dispensing at all (mentioned once, and only in the context of when they started doing it in 2022) and they don't provide any details about it in their pretty pink and blue graphs. (Hmmm.) Any data about their T and E trade is probably buried in "Other Reproductive Healthcare Services". Or maybe "Other Services". Why they break those out like that is thunk provoking.

51% of their Health Services is STI testing and treatment. Not contraception, or even abortion providing. Which is also thunk provoking.

 

[Sean Andalou]

Dayum. On Christmas even.

Reddit -- Archive

Spoiler: The whole thing.

My family is very supportive but don't really seem to put much or really, any effort in using my pronouns or not deadname me. Granted, I know they've all known me for so long as male (28y/o) including my boyfriend's family, who I met a year before transitioning. Constant he, him, his etc and deadnames on gifts, cards and stockings. Everyone says l've been becoming even more fem, on-top of my already androgynous features- but clearly it's not enough to merit being called a girl or my preferred name because they find comfort in keeping with the male pronouns. I fully believe that when some people close to you accepts you, they still sometimes won't see you as your preferred gender until you either "fully pass" or "get the surgery". Sure there's mistakes in misgendering/ deadnaming but there should at least be some real, genuine effort and an apology. My family knew at first I didn't care much about pronouns as I was originally non-binary for about a year. But as l've progressed, I'd seen more and more that a lot of my reluctance to fully transition, came from a lot of learned sexism I had no idea I felt. I've told them this and that I prefer to be referred to as a girl and they've been "trying" with maybe one pronoun accurate word/ statement every 2-3 days & the only fem thing I got for Xmas was a pair of carebear pjs from my bf's mom. I love them but... doesn't take the sting away from the rest ¿ I love them all, I just don't want to be an annoyance or one of those "woke" kids when I ask them to stop, kind of bad for being a people pleaser in general. I suppose l'll have to have a convo wi my bf on how to approach this

Particularly amusing snippet

But as l've progressed, I'd seen more and more that a lot of my reluctance to fully transition, came from a lot of learned sexism I had no idea I felt.

 

[Potato Burrito]

[Ramblings of an entitled bitch troon]

Jesus Christ dude, be grateful your family is putting up with your crossdressing bullshit at all. Sounds like the family is more than kind to him and doing their best to accommodate his changing labels yet here he is bitching that no one bought him women's panties and pink programmer socks.

It's never enough for them. Even if the family managed to say she and use his preferred name every time he'd complain that he can tell they don't actually see him as a woman or some shit.

On the bright side, reading a post like this about a supportive family might make an estranged troon alone on Christmas 41% so there's that.

 

[toilet_rainbow]

Guys, don't kill me for double post but I've been so hasty to post that previous post that I haven't read much of the other comments, and they are even worst.

So let's see, how hard is it to get a letter for top surgery?


View attachment 6789919
One session is all you need.

View attachment 6789875
Again: one session.

View attachment 6789877
Just one virtual session.

View attachment 6789878
WPATH's therapists will obviously provide a letter.

View attachment 6789881
Regular doctor can write one too, no need for an actual therapist.

View attachment 6789883
In some cases, a social worker is also enough.

View attachment 6789905
This social worker offers to write her a letter.

View attachment 6789885
Just pay some money and an online private clinic will provide you a letter.

View attachment 6789888
30 minutes zoom call and you get a letter.

View attachment 6789890
One telephone session and you get the letter within a couple of days.

View attachment 6789873
GALAP (Gender Affirmative Letter Access Project) apparently provide such letters for free.

View attachment 6789871
You can pay subscription to some shit and get the letter.

View attachment 6789901
There are doctors who just need informed consent, nothing more.

And of course:
View attachment 6789914
Planned Parenthood is all you need. Informed consent rules.


This is all very ethical and safe and surely guarantee minimum regret rates.


Please remember this post next time TRA and allies say detransitioners lie about getting top surgery after one or two therapy sessions.

You reminded me of something.

Once came across this “sex positive sex toy reviewer’s” account about her first year of taking testosterone, including her experience initially obtaining it. Like these pooners, it only required one session with a therapist at an informed consent clinic to get the paperwork that’d let her start T (after preliminary blood work).

An hour later as I was leaving the office they set up my next appointment. “Okay, so in a month or so all of your bloodwork will be back and you’ll be good to go. Just make sure you bring the consent form.”

“I… and then I can just start? You’ll just like… give me T?” I faltered.

“Well… yea.” she smiled excitedly.

I wasn’t excited. I wasn’t even relieved. I was terrified.

Considering that she later wrote a series about one year on T, she ignored that gut instinct screaming “Ho, don’t do it.” All because she told someone that she wanted cross sex hormones before they handed her a tiny packet to sign.

I have archived this article before elsewhere on the forum, but here it is again. This particular pooner seemingly went radio silent/privated/DFE’d much of her social media in 2021 (wonder why), so while she technically qualifies for the Pooner Zoo thread, I’ll also dump her one year on T posts here because they are enlightening (and frightening) as she discusses things like her mental changes and the like. Something like this extensive a firsthand account deserves prosperity.

Remember. This all happened because of one consultation session.

What I Really Hear When You Misgender Me (archive) (aka the most obvious L for this post)

Spoiler: long

I do want to tell trans folx out there that you can be loved, desired, and respected regardless of how well you pass. If passing is a priority for you, then you have the right to do whatever feels good to you to make that happen. If passing isn’t a priority for you, your gender still deserves respect. If passing isn’t possible for you, your gender still deserves respect. Sometimes it will be hard, hell, a lot of times it will be hard, and I’m not gonna feed you some bullshit about fish in the sea, but you don’t need to choose between your gender and being loved, and anyone who tells you otherwise needs to be taken out back with the rest of the trash.

Now, lets talk about what was probably the least egregious of all of the catastrophically terrible things that happened in that ten minutes. Let’s talk about misgendering.

Here’s the thing about when people misgender me, I don’t care if it was malicious or if it was just a mistake. I don’t have to be okay with it. Even if it is a mistake, even if you slipped and the wrong words fell out of your face, that tells me something very clear about you. It tells me that “she” is the first word that comes to mind when you think of me. It tells me that, every single time you’ve gotten my pronouns right, it’s only because you course corrected mid-sentence and replaced your reflex.

It tells me that you are humoring me. Maybe it’s because you don’t want to fight, or because you know you really shouldrespect my gender (especially if you want to be such a good little progressive liberal), or maybe it’s because you really care about me, but you’re just going through the motions. It tells me that you might respect me, but only in theory. It tells me that you don’t see me, because if you did there wouldn’t be any corrections to make. There wouldn’t be any mistakes to make. The word “she” and your idea of me would never approach one another in your brain.

And, I’m gonna tell you a secret… I do hold people to different standards. I did melt a little bit when the cishet men I know flawlessly switched my pronouns the second I asked. I did give them cookies, because I knew it was new to them and it mattered to me that they took the time to learn. I do understand that people who knew me when I used other pronouns are going to slip up, simply out of habit.

I also have zero tolerance for trans people who fuck up, because they know how much it hurts. I have zero tolerance for people who learned my pronouns the second they met me, and still mess them up. People who have never known me as anything other than the non-binary boy that I am, yet still default to “she”. I see you. When you misgender me you’re telling me that I said “non-binary” and you heard “so like, basically a lady right?”. I said “non-binary” and you saw my curvy figure and classified me in the femme portion of your brain anyway. I said “they” and you heard it as if it were a nickname. “Oh hey, I’m a she, but my friends call me they.”

You don’t respect me, you don’t see me, and you’re only humoring me. So you can kindly fuck right off.

Puberty Pupdate: Masculinity + Social Transition (archive)

Spoiler: long

When I went to my first appointment at the trans health clinic, everything moved so fast. I was hesitant still, unsure of what I really wanted, and mostly interested in getting information, but by the end of the appointment my doctor was telling me that I could have the hormones in my hand within the week.1 I’m not great about change, and changing something so core to me was terrifying but I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the way the world saw me and I knew something needed to change. I craved androgyny, I liked the idea of people wondering about my gender and not knowing quite how to categorize me, looking back, androgyny would have never worked well for me. I think I viewed androgyny as a way of keeping the body I’ve lived in for over two decades, or at least staying close to it, and still not being called a girl.

Now that I’ve been on T for a year, I’ve been identifying in a more binary identity as a man and I’m increasingly less comfortable with people questioning my gender, the way they do when I present more androgynous. I’m using he/him pronouns, and masculine coded nouns and adjectives, and in most straight spaces I don’t bother to explain the nuance of my gender. When my transness was new, I was willing to engage in a lot more education that I am willing to do now, it’s only a year in, and I’m tired, and saying I’m a boy is simpler, but gender is never simple. I expect to always play with and subvert gender, but I’ve learned through socially transitioning that I feel most comfortable by doing that through a masculine framework.

What evolved the most over the past year was less my understanding of my own gender and more my understanding of masculinity as a whole. In the past masculinity always felt familiar to me I was always a “tomboy” or considered butch but what I didn’t realize was that I had only inhabited masculinity as a woman, and was taught (not entirely wrongly) to see the ways in which masculinity is harmful to women, the ways that it’s a threat. As part of my social and medical transition I’ve been given a new perspective of masculinity, and I’ve been able to recognize more nuance. While toxic masculinity is real and dangerous,2 not all masculinity is toxic and there are as many ways to be a man as there are to be a woman. I’m learning to build my version of masculinity and to integrate into it the pieces of me that I thought I had to let go of to be a man.

I thought that if I wanted to be a boy I’d need to get rid of my flamboyance and enthusiasm in exchange for stoicism and composure. It took me months to recognize that there are plenty of men who will bounce around to their favorite music, love hugs, and talk with their hands. I’m a boy when I wear my leather and flannel as much as I’m a boy when I wear my booty shorts and a crop top. I don’t need to sacrifice the pieces of femininity that I connected with, I can be a boy who does many of the same things.

I always understood, theoretically, the importance of representation, but as a young white girl, seeing myself represented in media was never really a struggle for me. Now that I’m crafting an image of masculinity nearly from scratch, media has been key in showing me all of the ways masculinity can look. When I watched Queer Eye for the first time I cried… well I cried a bunch, but one of the many things that made me cry was seeing all of the different ways gay men can look and act and recognizing myself in that. When I watch Supernatural I relate to Dean’s deflective humor, but I see all of the ways his stoicism hurts him. When I see Jack HarknessI see a model of how to flirt directly without making people feel unsafe. When I see Brendon Urie’s flamboyance and dramatic showmanship I’m reminded that those aren’t traits attributed exclusively to womanhood.

That said, there’s also the reality that when I’m trying my hardest to pass,3 for my own safety and comfort, there are plenty of things I realistically cannot do. I have to enforce these standards of traditional masculinity more than most cis men need to, just to have my gender recognized and respected. Brightly colored lipsticks? Over dramatic lip syncing? Coy, sultry flirting? Nah, boys don’t wear that, boys don’t do that, boys are charming and aggressive. If I’m lucky I get gendered correctly about 45% of the time, a way better number than before, but still low enough that I’m left stifling parts of myself to gain even a point in my favor and aching for the day when I don’t have to.

Transitioning is puberty 2.0.

I heard it all the time, and I still do, but I truly wasn’t prepared for how true it was until I started HRT for myself. Yea, sure, there’s the obvious ways in which my body is and will continue to change in similar ways to how a body that naturally produces these levels of testosterone would have, but there’s more to it than that. Like many teenagers, I went through an ugly duckling phase – acne popped up in new places, I started growing hair in new places, and I had NO IDEA how to style my hair and clothes. Some of that has changed, I have a cool acne creme from Lush, I own a razor, but I still have no idea what to do with my clothes. I’m sure I’ll get there.

What was harder for me was the social aspects of puberty. Just as 14 year old me was learning how to be an adult, 26 year old me is learning how to be a man. I have to learn how to engage and maintain friendships with other men as a man and I have to lean what it means to flirt and date as a bi dude – an experience that is entirely different from dating as a queer woman. I feel awkward and unsure all the time and I’m learning to navigate the world in an entirely new way, and that’s hard, but just like my first puberty, this one will end, hopefully with a clearer understanding of the man I want to be.

To read more about Bex’s transition, keep an eye out for weekly pupdates all May on how his body changed, how his mental health changed, and how his sexuality changed!​

1. This is absurdly fast, and I wouldn’t expect this in most places, but this is a clinic in NYC that does this all day every day. [↩]
2. To women AND men [↩]
3. A problematic concept in and of

Puberty Pupdate— Physical Changes (archive)

Spoiler: long

Testosterone changes a lot of things, last week was an exploration of how my social transition, masculinity, and identities were sculpted over the past year. That… is a really hard thing to quantify, this week is a little more in line with the One Year On Testostrone updates you’re used to, we’re talking about what happened to my body when I started taking T. Get ready for the TMI folks, we’re talking new hair, new smells, and everything else that comes with being a teenage boy.

Dosage

I inject .3 cc of Testosterone weekly into the subcutaneous fat of my belly, this is a moderate dose from my understanding.1While sometimes I am impatient with the rate at which my body is changing, I think it would be scary to watch it change any faster, and it definitely would have been early on, so I haven’t bothered to adjust my dose at all since I started. I do weekly injections because my brain already gives me enough mood fluctuations, and a two week cycle can be known for exacerbating that. I don’t say this to be prescriptive, and I considered not including it at all, because it’s important that your dosage is something you decide between you and your doctor, but I decided to include it to offer context for the rate at which my body changed.

How Consistent Do I Need To Be?

According to my doctor, the time that I do my shot doesn’t really matter, and I could even fluctuate a day or so early or late. According to my body, on the other hand, I am expected to do my shot first thing Tuesday morning or my body reacts like a toddler being told that they can’t have ice cream for breakfast. The one time I did a dose of .2cc instead of .3cc (because I ran out) I had the worst migraine of my life. I’m gonna go ahead and not do that again.

Top Left: Pre-T
Bottom Left: 6 Months on T
Right: One Year on T
Fat Redistribution

One of the things testosterone does when injected into an estrogen-dominant body is to redistribute the fat into a more masculine silhouette. On me this change is most visible on my face, my face has become broader and my jaw more defined. At the six month mark I didn’t love the way the T changed my face, like many teenage boys, I felt like I was going through an ugly duckling phase. I’d stare at myself in the mirror and not recognize the person staring back, I wondered when my face got so round, and how it could look so different and at the same time entirely the same.

Now, I couldn’t tell you if that was because it was strange to see my face change, if my face really did go through an awkward middle transition, or if it was a little of both. What I can tell you is that I love the way I look now. I get gendered correctly something like 40% of the time and there are days when I’ll just stare in the mirror and marvel at my own face. I take more selfies, I smile more, and I’ve finally figured out my new angles.

As for the rest of my body? I don’t feel like I’ve had as much luck. I have hips and curves and that hasn’t changed. I had hopes that the testosterone would shift the fat from my hips up higher around my belly but instead all it seems to have done is given me more of a belly. What has helped me the most is recognizing that hips aren’t exclusive to AFAB2 folks, cis men can also gain weight around their hips and develop the same kinds of love handles that I do.

Body Hair

I am very Italian, and yet shockingly, I am not a very hairy person. Pre-T I let my body hair do whatever it wanted which was… not all that much. The hair around my bits stayed cropped close around my vulva, my leg hair was so faint that if you saw me from a distance you’d think I shaved daily. My armpits were proudly unshaven for years, and yet there was nothing more than a small bundle of curls in the middle. I often joked that all it would take was one shot of Testosterone to kick my Italian gene into gear, that I would wake up one morning as a lumberjack, with a beard down to my nipples and an axe in my hand. The reality is much less exciting. The reality is spending a year staring at your body and wondering “Was that hair here before?”

A few months in I noticed a dusting of peach fuzz across my upper lip and my chest. A few months after that I noticed my leg hair had grown, and my pubic hair was spreading. I had hair around my asshole for the first time in my life. I shaved it. I do not recommend shaving it.

Now, my pubic hair covers my entire pubic region with thick curls, it doesn’t extend to my legs yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it does soon. My leg hair has thickened and darkened, it now circles around to the back of my leg, though it is patchy and still doesn’t extend above my knee. I’ve noticed a small showing of hair at the bottom of my belly, the beginnings of a happy trail that I’m very excited about.

On my face I have a bit of a mustache. Okay, well, it’s a modest mustache. Okay, well, I have some hair on my lip that sometimes just looks like my upper lip is dirty and is probably less hair than you’d see on your average 7th grader BUT I’M PROUD OF IT, OKAY? I also have a bit of peach fuzz on my cheeks and maybe one day I’ll be able to rock a beard.

Acne

First time around with puberty I lucked out! No acne! Testosterone was… less kind.

Now, I’m a person with absolutely no skincare routine whatsoever. I use whatever body wash is on sale and hold my face under the shower water for a bit to clean it off, and, well, testosterone had other ideas. I broke out across my chest, chin, and back mostly, with large patches of red bumps and zits. My doctor recommended some antibiotics that they thought would help clear it up, but they made me sick3 so I never really took them after that.

I did go to Lush though, where I picked up Grease Lightning (with the assistance of a very patient and affirming salesperson who explained everything to me) and a combination of that and time seems to have cut my acne down by about 50%.

Voice

Oh hey, I have a podcast where you can track this change weekly! Basically, it got deeper. A lot deeper.

Occasionally it cracks, but mostly when I’m trying to make sounds that I didn’t realize are out of my range now. For example, I still forget that I can no longer “Woo!” at shows now, I try and literally no sound comes out, I have to settle for a more manly “Yeahhhhh!” On the phone, I only get gendered correctly about 20% of the time, and in an ideal world I’d like my voice to get a little deeper. I haven’t given up hope, my voice is the one thing that consistently and regularly changes.

Lots of people have asked about my singing voice… I couldn’t sing then, and I can’t sing now, so you’ve got the wrong guy for that question.

Bits

This is the change that happened the fastest and, next to my voice, is the most obvious. I went from having a nearly imperceptible clit to one so large that you can actually pull back the hood and see the shape of the head and shaft. It’s pretty amazing actually – the clitoris and the penis are made of the same tissue in very similar shapes, the only difference being that most of the clit’s anatomy is internal, except when you add Testosterone into the equation. As my clit has grown it’s looked more and more like a penis, pulling back the hood exposes a tiny head and shaft, around 1.5″-2″ depending on arousal. I’ll talk more about what that did to my sex life in an upcoming post exclusively on that.

Click here to see before and after pictures of my bits. NSFW obviously.

Other Changes

• I noticed an increase in appetite at the beginning of my transition but that has tapered off. I also have some real bad disordered eating habits so like, maybe don’t listen to me on this one.
• I noticed my stomach is no longer as resilient as it was, when in the past I could eat pretty much whatever I wanted, now too much meat or sugar and my stomach will be mad at me for hours.
• My body odor changed which was SURREAL, especially because I love masculine body odors (even the gross sweaty ones) and now my body makes those smells and it is supremely distracting. Plus, you kind of get used to your own body odor, you smell it all day every day for your entire life, so you only really notice it if it gets bad. I on the other hand, smell very different from how I did for the last 25 years and boy do I notice it. So now, until I get used to it, I’ll be walking around with 2 sticks of deodorant in my bag, and showering twice a day out of fear that I smell.

To read more about Bex’s transition, keep an eye out for weekly pupdates all May on his social transition, how his mental health changed, and how his sexuality changed!

1. It’s important that your dose not be too high, when your body has a surplus of testosterone it will begin to convert it to estrogen. [↩]
2. Assigned Female At Birth [↩]
3. They made me sick because I took them without food. Read your pill bottles people

Puberty Pupdate: Psychological Changes (archive)

Spoiler: long

[CN: depression, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, body horror]



This is probably going to be the hardest post in this series to write, because it’s the first place where my changes are less than stellar. The way my brain works has changed in quite a few ways over the past year – some of those changes are absolutely the testosterone, other changes are decidedly not, and some others fall somewhere in between.

A few months back I was diagnosed Bipolar II and medicated. That was a much harder blow than I expected, I’d felt “crazy” before, in times where my mood would swing out of control, or when it just wasn’t cooperating in the way I like, but now I had a doctor sitting across from me telling me that my brain was, in fact, decidedly different than other peoples. Just under 3% of people living in the US are living with bipolar disorder and although I wasn’t alone, and I certainly wasn’t as broken as I felt, the first few weeks were tough.

I’m still unpacking what pieces of my personality are related to the disorder, what exactly my pills are going to change about me, and how to even manage this, but what I do know is it certainly makes it extra complicated to put my finger on how testosterone has impacted my mental health.

The first week of testosterone I was on a high, I felt like I was vibrating with energy and excitement and couldn’t come down even if I tried. It was hypomania turned up to 11, and then I crashed, and I crashed hard. My lows weren’t like the lows I experienced before, and my suicidal thoughts were intense in a way they had never been up until that point. I was sad, and scared, and all that was playing in my mind was all of the horrible things I could do to myself.

Like all of my depressive episodes, I came out of it, but that voice of doubt and self hatred lingered in the shadows until my next depressive episode, where it came back just as loud, just as all consuming, and just as violent. When I’m at my worst, nearly catatonic in bed marathoning Great British Bake Off and at peak self-loathing, my brain is treating me to a montage of body horror that would put Hellraiser to shame. I’ve had some of my lowest lows since starting testosterone, and there have been days where I’ve felt like I was genuinely fighting for my life against my own brain.

Obviously everyone’s experience is going to be different, and my own experience can’t be isolated from the countless other things going on in my life over the past year, but I know that at least some of this is related to the T. I don’t any of this to scare you, but rather to offer context if the same thing happens to you. It’s scary but sometimes the greatest comfort for me is knowing where it comes from and that it will pass.

That said, testosterone has done countless good things for me too. I feel confident in ways that I never had before, and I have the energy to do the things I want to do. I crave connection and I have the drive to maintain relationships that had once fallen to the wayside. When my body was estrogen dominant, I was a ball of anxiety at the thought of socializing, and although I’m still and introvert, and still occasionally anxious, the thought of spending time with people I care about is exciting rather than terrifying. Some of that, I’m sure, is related to feeling more comfortable in my body, but some of it is certainly the T as well, giving me the energy to do the things that scare me.

Testosterone is also know for exacerbating anger, and although I do have the occasional bout of rage, it didn’t feel new, it felt very similar to PMS symptoms, something I was no stranger to. In the moment, I’m able to recognize that my anger is valid, it’s just maybe slightly disproportionate to the incident. What I experience a lot more of though is a lowered tolerance for bullshit. I was very passive pre-testosterone and rarely spoke up for myself, now I feel stronger and more confident in asserting what I need.

I know it sounds like testosterone damaged my mental health, but I think it just changed how symptoms that were already there were manifesting. The depression happened before, as did the self loathing, it was just considerably less violent. The confidence and strength it gave me was incredibly valuable though. A few months on the testosterone and I felt like the kind of person I always wanted to be. Like my body was aching for the hormone before I even knew it was an option, like it was more than just the key to changing my body into the form I wanted, but the key to bringing my mind more in alignment with the person I want to be as well. Sure, that comes with a bit of a price, but without a doubt, for me, it is a price worth paying.

Puberty Pupdate: Sexual Changes (archive)

Spoiler: long

I have been waiting all month to write this one, this blog is called Bex Talks Sex after all, and now I finally get to do it. In short, I got gayer. Way gayer, my fantasies are full of gay male tropes and I jerk off more than your average teenage boy, I’m basically a parody of myself. Let’s back it up for a minute first though, because it wasn’t just my fantasies or my desire that changed, my genitals physically morphed into something new and that’s the kind of thing that switches your sexuality up a bit.

Click here to see how my bits changed, NSFW obviously.

In the past my clit was so small that it was nearly imperceptible which meant that the only way to really stimulate it was through broad strokes and wide vibrators. Now that it’s grown, I can touch it in much more nuanced ways. Typically that looks like holding my hand over my vulva and pushing my cock between them, keeping them tight together and fucking the narrow space in between, though sometimes I do revert back to broad circles, this time enjoying the way my cock flicks against my fingers.

Sometimes I’ll hold a Tenga SVR against one side of my cock and my thumb on the other and jerk myself off against the vibe. Penetration is slightly harder as my body doesn’t self-lubricate the way it used to, but with some lube I’m taking some of the largest toys I’ve ever taken and craving depth in a way I never had before. I went from adoring the g-spot curve on the Maverick to aching for the a-spot bumping length of the Outlaw, and I was taking the entirety of the Uncut #1 in my ass every time I DPed myself.

I am lazy by nature and in the past when I jerked off it was on my back with a Magic Wand on my dick but recently that’s started to change. Now, more often than not, I’m on my stomach grinding against my Magic Wand, or kneeling, knees spread wide to sit on a thick toy. I want to fuck things I want to stroke my cock and I want to feel someone else tight around it, but most importantly – I want to move.

My fantasies changed too, I went from being slightly squicked by kinks I thought of as filthy, the ones that relish in the taboo of grossness, to absolutely adoring them. Dirty locker rooms, watersports, and sweaty armpits went from living mostly in my no list to being very much my thing. I used to believe humiliation was a hard limit of mine, I went from “beat me, sure, that’s hot, but tell me I’m bad and I’ll just cry” to wondering what it might be like to feel worthless.

I wanted to be gangbanged by muscly daddies in the back of a bar and made to beg by a haughty high femme in stilettos; and I want it all to be on camera. I imagined what it would feel like to fuck someone with my cock, what it would be like to be engulfed in warmth and wetness, what it would be like to fill them with my cum. When I do get off, I’m fantasizing about what it would be like to be the person fucking me, what it would be like to tip over the edge as someone tightens around you.

I also spent way too much money on porn.

Seriously though, they should really warn you about that. In the past I rarely watched porn, and typically only in groups, but now I have a membership to Crashpad, PinkLabel (for Bonus Hole Boys), and CockyBoys. All of which were excellent decisions by the way. Part of that was the testosterone, obviously, but part of it was also a process of finding porn that I actually thought was hot.

When I was identifying as a girl I only thought to look for porn staring women1 but as I started exploring my gender, I started exploring more porn with folks who looked like me. I found trans porn, then I found gay porn staring trans men, then found a wider range of gay porn, and suddenly I was enjoying watching porn a whole lot more.

And with all that porn, comes a lot of jerking off. I am a boy going through puberty after all, what do you expect?

1. Obviously women can watch any kind of porn they want, but it just never occurred to me to look for anything else

 

[Silence of the Troons]

https://archive.ph/VYrF6
https://old.reddit.com/r/OhNoConseq..._the_consequences_of_cutting_off_your_family/

Person of gender cuts off their whole family off for five years and then crawls back to get their share of the inheritance after the dad died, only to discover that he left everything to their sibling (OP).

Here's another tranny (pooner) that cut off her family:

 

[Inside your walls]

Pooner self-felts themselves publicly on tumblr by admitting that they think most female characters are poorly written and they
look at yaoi/same sex male ships because that's the only way they're allowed to validate their gender euphoria in the tags

Post - Archive

 

[Aunt Carol]

I have archived this article before elsewhere on the forum, but here it is again. This particular pooner seemingly went radio silent/privated/DFE’d much of her social media in 2021 (wonder why), so while she technically qualifies for the Pooner Zoo thread, I’ll also dump her one year on T posts here because they are enlightening (and frightening) as she discusses things like her mental changes and the like. Something like this extensive a firsthand account deserves prosperity.

Remember. This all happened because of one consultation session.

If a team were writing a Standardized Pooner for a hypothetical, this is pretty much what they'd come up with. Maybe a bit younger, nowadays.

The epistolary presentation makes it like one of those diaries you find scattered in chapters around the map of a horror game. "Oh also I'm bipolar" = "I heard they had an accident at the lab today"

 

[PinKopyKat]

Hey, now. Skinny men can flaunt tits, too.
View attachment 6785462
For those who aren't big followers of news photos, that's svelte B-cupper Ryan Routh being arrested for having 2nd Amendment rights near a Trump golf course. Odds he'll troon out in prison?

The redditor urge to broadcast all your small misfortunes for updoots. Both sexes do it, point 1 for silly cis girls who furiously write in their diary, -1 point for troons and poons who NEED reddit to validate their struggle and give them hugs and tell them it's ok.

Diaries need to fucking make a come back and parents need to teach children that the internet is a horrible place for that usecase.
On more uplifting news they are kind of making a comeback thanks to stuff like girls showing other girls about Journaling (which is just fancy diaries) in stuff like tiktok.

I am hopping they get into those rather than being embarrassing online.

 

[YWNBAM]

Pooner self-felts themselves publicly on tumblr by admitting that they think most female characters are poorly written and they
look at yaoi/same sex male ships because that's the only way they're allowed to validate their gender euphoria in the tags
View attachment 6791019
Post - Archive

Oh hey, a pooner yet again saying the quiet part out loud.

Fujos had never stopped hating women, they've just disguised the distain of their own femaleness under the cloak of wokeness and poonerism. They claim to love lesbian ships and strong women, but one can clearly see what they actually prioritize with how little or surface level attention they give them. Look at any fujo's creations, there's no spark or actual genuine interest in anything except for faggots "fucking nasty". It's an obsessive fixation that, ideally, should be discussed with a good, non-tranny-pilled psychologist.

I wish this poor fujo to wake up from her delusions and learn to enjoy pretty men as her female self and based female characters, rather than through a "cooler and more interesting" Marty Stu she wished to fuck in middle school.

Internal misogyny + faghagism = death of a woman's artistic drive also rip her titties much sad