Victor Markhoff / Ana Victoria Markhoff / vvictorman_uel - Powerchair faker pooner, has every illness, allergic to Krebs cycle, bed mayo enjoyer, kicked out of house and mental hospital, constant ebeggar, applesauce heiress paid to yeet her teets

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WTF is a "wedge pillow"? Is it a woman thing, a disabled thing, both or neither? Is it even for sex or just a pillow?
It’s what it says on the tin, a wedge shaped pillow. You can use these as bolsters to prop yourself up in bed. If you get what I mean :wink: It makes the angles a little more forgiving.
 
It’s what it says on the tin, a wedge shaped pillow. You can use these as bolsters to prop yourself up in bed. If you get what I mean ;) It makes the angles a little more forgiving.
Unless you get the inflatable kind, I think the main difference between a sex wedge pillow and an orthopnea wedge pillow is packaging and maybe whether the case is purple velour, until you get up to the 100% memory foam price point.

Wedges are one of the six simple machines; of course they have a lot of uses in bed.
 
WTF is a "wedge pillow"? Is it a woman thing, a disabled thing, both or neither? Is it even for sex or just a pillow?
Its marketed towards "heartburn" aka fatfucks and pregnant women. I personally cant sleep on my back but having that position for 'eyes resting' is helpful for meditation (that 5 to 20 mins before you have to get up).

edited for drunkard mobile posting. Also. Motherfucker i have to get up early cause i think my starter is going out.
 
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"Excuse the dirty mirror" Holy shit.
When I first saw this photo it reminded me of something but I couldn’t figure out what. This morning it randomly hit me
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Vicky's parents sent her some of her stuff, but they forgot to pack her dildo collection shm
I checked out of curiosity... and yeah, she's mentioned her sex toy collection before, so it's probably real. :lol:
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MOM STOLE MY SEX TOYS! :'( I'M GONNA GO DIG THROUGH HER CLOSET!
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Did you know...? A sex shop apparently played a key role in ruining her life. Of course, Victoria frames it differently. 🙄
https://archive.is/vVILf
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Rando said:
What was your biggest moment of gender euphoria?
Victoria said:
I live in New York City, which has a lot of sex shops. Sex shops are some of the most trans friendly places I know, filled with packers, STPs, binders, and even guide books on handling coming out.

Last April, late at night, I ventured to a nearby sex shop. I was feeling so dysphoric and I needed some relief. I went poking around the trans section when an employee, a transmasculine guy himself, offered to help me. He showed me all the binders and how to choose the right one

I went into the dressing room and slowly slithered into a tight bright white Underworks binder. I looked up into the mirror, and I saw my chest flat. I started crying. It was the first time I had seen my chest flat since I was ten years old. I was completely overcome by joy.

Growing up, I loved being shirtless. I wandered around my house shirtless. I swam shirtless. One day, my chest started hurting, and I asked my family doctor what was wrong. When he told me I was growing breasts, my first question was, “Okay, so when do they go away?”

I thought I was never going to see my chest flat again in my life. I thought I was doomed to die with these things latched onto me. But when I put my binder on in the dressing room, for the first time in eight years, I finally got to see my body the way it was always meant to be.
"last April" = April 2017. She was 18-and-a-half years old at that time. (DOB: September 9th, 1998 )
She also started taking testosterone just a few months later:
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I thought I was never going to see my chest flat again in my life. I thought I was doomed to die with these things latched onto me. But when I put my binder on in the dressing room, for the first time in eight years, I finally got to see my body the way it was always meant to be.

if her chest was "always meant to be flat" then she would have already had a flat chest

On a sidenote what's an STP? I'm not a sex haver or a pooner so I have no idea what she's talking about.
 
On a sidenote what's an STP? I'm not a sex haver or a pooner so I have no idea what she's talking about.

Stand to pee. It's some sort of attachment that lets pooners stand up while they're urinating so that they can feel like manly d00ds. I don't actually know how they work because I refuse to look it up, but pooners rarely wash or take care of anything so I assume they smell terrible.
 
That is a lot of seething but reading between the lines, her mom apparently had a surgery that at (least temporarily) limited her mobility. At this point they had a stair lift installed... A very, very costly and cumbersome undertaking for their obviously not disabled daughter who normally doesn't even live with them - but reasonable for someone who had a life changing event.

But her mom apparently had the energy to... Steal her daughter's sex toys. She can't go up and down the stairs, but she sure as shit can empty out a spare room.
 
Unless you get the inflatable kind, I think the main difference between a sex wedge pillow and an orthopnea wedge pillow is packaging and maybe whether the case is purple velour, until you get up to the 100% memory foam price point
Sex wedge pillows are waterproof and tend have removeable slipcovers in case you soil them, other than that they do the same thing as medical wedge pillows which you can get for a fraction of the price. The “sex blanket” is an even sillier example of this same kind of market segmentation. Normal products but now they’re “for sex” so the manufacturer charges twice as much. And ofc Vicky in her fake disability “needs” these speciality items for all the sex she isn’t having.

Stand to pee. It's some sort of attachment that lets pooners stand up while they're urinating so that they can feel like manly d00ds. I don't actually know how they work because I refuse to look it up, but pooners rarely wash or take care of anything so I assume they smell terrible.
STP is either a pipe dream for pooners getting phalloplasty (one day I’ll be a real boy and pee at the urinal using my real penis!) or it’s a useless plastic funnel doodad that redirects the urine so women can now piss on trees and into bottles.
 
If they’re using it to piss in public restrooms or get the gender euphoria of using the urinal, they probably don’t pull the funnel out of their pants and wash it at the communal sink in front of all the manly dudes, doesn’t matter how little eye contact is really given in men’s rooms or not. It’s probably gross and they’re probably using the argument “but urine is sterile!!” (Not once it leaves the body)
 
Even 5 years ago she rapidly got filthy

Do we think her so called PTSD is from her parents hosing he off in the yard? Because the second she got out of their supervision she starts exhibiting the gifts of grandfather nurgle
 
"The very day my chest started growing, I asked my doctor..."

You had a doctor visit the day your chest started growing? And you noticed it start? Why would anyone question this obviously reliable narrative.

"I asked my doctor when they would go away."

Yes, a 10 year old (or whatever) girl would totally never have noticed how all the women around them had boobs, and would expect them to "go away." Sure, Vicki. These faux innocent "I just always thought I'd develop into a boy" narratives were manufactured by media when the trans toddler was the new in-vogue thing. Applying that level of naivete to your pubertal self just makes you sound like an actual retard, Vicki.
 
Spends whole article setting up for the punch line:
Markhoff sought to reduce those stressors by raising money through GoFundMe for top surgery, which he underwent in January. Choosing to raise funds for breast removal rather than for a permanent home or school expenses was really no choice at all, he said. For him, the surgery was medically necessary.
“I can’t describe the sheer anguish of dealing with that part of my body,” he said. “It’s like making the choice between heart surgery and school. … I look in the mirror now, which didn’t used to happen.”
…oh. Anyway the beginning says she was kicked out for coming out but the end says:
“I wish that every time people found out I’m homeless, that instead of seeing tragedy, they would see this hope,” he said. “I see it as a triumph to have come as far as I have and to have respected myself and loved myself so much to recognize a situation where being homeless is better than being where I was.”
Markhoff’s mother denied his claims, stating that she and her husband have attempted to contact and reconcile with their son.
…yeah… the journoscum tried really hard to make Victoria appear sympathetic, which somehow made her appear even worse. I can’t eat! No home! My parents abused me and kicked me out! But i loved myself enough to leave! She comes across like an insufferably dizzy broad, whose nebulous problems we’re supposed to view as exponential in comparison with our own problems. And what was with the “my lawyer says I’ll be homeless for 6 months to a year” quote? How the fuck would he know lol. These articles make no mention of her doing any work besides publicly scouring tired resources and browbeating the system to provide her with accommodation. A struggling single parent with a sick child and late bills will not give a single fuck for a lazy pooner who hasn’t been to class at all two months after school starts, with the audacity to whine about how hard life is while using GFM money for an elective surgery. Her parents had to have cringed so hard reading this.
 
I bet Margery Mott wouldn't have paid $10k for Vicki to get some temporary accommodations and food. But she put that much into the GFM for surgery.

The thing all these young kids transitioning always say is "once I live as my true self, my arrested development and failure to launch will be cured." But it isn't, is it? It never really is. These people continue on the same spiraling trajectory of mental illness and decompensation they were on at the start of the process.
 
We will never see the likes of her gurning "stiff attacks" again

Chelton lives on in our hearts and in unscrupulous Instagram accounts. This randomly popped up on my IG the other day and I've been sitting on it for the right nostalgia moment.
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(There, I think it finally posted. Images we're having a moment, there)
 
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Marriage isn't forever, just for now.

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We hear about a dead best friend, Xandra.

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A dead best friend that Victoria hadn't spoken to for months before her death.

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Victoria's friendship with Xandra, who died from a failed lung transplant after surviving cancer (genuinely shit health luck there) seems to have existed only during the surgery part of Xandra's life.

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This is the literal first mention of Xandra, on the day of the transplant.

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Anyway, back to the present, where Victoria is sickened by the idea of paying rent.

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