reading that whole thing made me feel so much more for the friend than the tim honestly. then again this woman must also have something wrong with her if shes bending over backwards this hard for someone who doesnt seem to appreciate it in the slightest
I don't believe this woman exists at all. It reads like a tranny describing himself through the lens of an imaginary ally. "Oh so tragic and stunning, my lesbian woes cannot compare!"
At least that's what I choose to believe because I don't want to face the thought I have to share oxygen with such pathetic handmaidens.
A friendly reminder that anyone who uses the term asshole=vagina a.k.a bussy unironically is signalling that they are a delusional faggot with womb envy. Also, euthanasia is good for treating severe haemorrhoids, you are welcome, trans sis
Well, assuming the troon isn’t being dramatic for attention/a sympathy fuck, which he probably is, my advice would be to fucking pull himself together. His friend, with her constant assurance that he’s stunning and beautiful, is just attempting to feed a delusion. There was no way he was ever going to pass. He can either accept that, detransition or, well, kill himself.
Perhaps it would have been best--somewhere along the way--to inject existentialism in the basis of transgenderism/gender ideology e.g. you--not anyone else e.g. your roommate, JK Rowling, the girls' swim team--are responsible for defining your own reality and finding your own reason to live. It would have saved a lot of lives along the way; cut the suicide rate to a single-digit percentage point.
I don't believe this woman exists at all. It reads like a tranny describing himself through the lens of an imaginary ally. "Oh so tragic and stunning, my lesbian woes cannot compare!"
Well, assuming the troon isn’t being dramatic for attention/a sympathy fuck, which he probably is, my advice would be to fucking pull himself together. His friend, with her constant assurance that he’s stunning and beautiful, is just attempting to feed a delusion. There was no way he was ever going to pass. He can either accept that, detransition or, well, kill himself.
In any case, it is extremely shitty to put all that on his housemate, and if I were her, I’d tell him that he’d better not fucking top himself in their house.
Part of me is wondering if she's not sort of convinced by the troon's constant opining and rumination about how horrible their life is, how awful being trans is, that death would be better. And now OP is somewhat looking forward to their housemate getting their angel wings, so she can have the place to herself while the troon's parents have to keep servicing the lease through its term. Then she'll say "well at least my stunning beautiful friend is at peace" and also not have to listen to him SI for hours on end in their shared dwelling.
OP's replies are as if she is having a sort of Stockholm Syndrome where you come to accept that your housemate's suicide is inevitable, because they are keeping you up day and night making you play the makeshift therapist talking them down from the ledge. I underlined couple sentences that jumped out at me. Link | Archive
I appreciate your bluntness. Thank you.
For the record, I live in the UK and not the USA. Her feelings are about the world at large, not just where we live, so you are right to mention Trump.
I recognise that I wrote this after a night of no sleep and listening to her talk about it, and therefore is woefully steered towards how she feels rather than my own feelings about continuing to push on, as I myself have done.
I’m aware she needs to make more friends, but refuses to because she is afraid of rejection. No amount of positive encouragement, determined semi-demands and pleas changes her view on this. I have contacted groups on her behalf, found therapists for her, found support groups and pushed them at her, promised to go along with her, and she refuses. I cannot physically force her.
I am one person, trying to do the job of her parents, siblings, best friend and - essentially - partner. Whilst I agree that it’s abhorrent that I have allowed myself to feel as despondent as she is, at least as much as someone can from an outside perspective, I have been fighting this fight alone for the last three years. I will need to do yet more work on myself after this (and, for the record, an ambulance has just been and left again because she refused help), and I don’t deny it. I didn’t write any of this and feel like I was right; I wrote it in desperation, because I feel desperate. Because I am, and have been, alone in trying to help her for a long time and after three years of her flipping between OK and suicidal, I don’t feel that it’s entirely unsurprising that it’s made it difficult to see outside of the pain she’s feeling.
Saying that, the reasons don’t excuse my emotional state. And I recognise that.
Thank you. Because you seem to understand as well as I do that it IS my responsibility. I have friends trying to tell me that it isn’t, that I need to stop being dragged so far in, but she IS my responsibility. I am all she has, even if that’s by her own hand in terms of friendship.
Now that she has refused to go with the ambulance, I now need to decide what happens next.
I do appreciate your bluntness, and I don’t feel insulted. I recognise that my ability to be pragmatic has been worn away over time. I appreciate you being so forthright.
Ugh other comments by made by OP in that thread say she's a teacher and works long hours too, and then whenever she's back at home she's this troon's emotional dumping ground. That is exhausting. I don't blame her for sort of giving up.
She's acting like women in relationships with certain suicidal guys do, where he takes advantage of her by suicide-baiting and controls her behavior by being a dysfunctional, depressed NEET who needs a 24/7 therapist, administrative assistant, girlfriend fuck pillow, personal chef etc. etc. and expects his GF to fulfill all these roles while he gets worse, munchie-style, so she'll never leave him. The medications "never work" (because he's shit on taking them consistently), the therapy "never works" (because he's not really trying to change) and it's conveniently all on his girlfriend's shoulders to hold his shit together as well as her own. And the cherry on top is that if she ever leaves, he can do that suicide thing he was already thinking about and it can be all her fault!
Like... you can get all that, at the psych ward. (OK, maybe not the GF fuck pillow.) If you're so dysfunctional you can't rustle up two or three decent meals in a day, can't wash yourself, can't sleep, plagued with thoughts of self-destruction, need to talk to someone about your dark thoughts at all hours of the day or night; inpatient psych wards employ a whole team of people to do all that. But this troon (and other lamentable men) expect one girlfriend to do it all for free, while holding down her own full time job too.
I don't believe this woman exists at all. It reads like a tranny describing himself through the lens of an imaginary ally. "Oh so tragic and stunning, my lesbian woes cannot compare!"
At least that's what I choose to believe because I don't want to face the thought I have to share oxygen with such pathetic handmaidens.
I hate to you but I know guys who are like this, who make themselves emotionally burdensome so you stay invested. It's called being a Drama King. It's a known male thing to do and I'm not surprised troons are doing it, since they're just depressed men doing self-destructive things in an illusory pursuit of relief from the bad feelings.
I like my "Hufflepuff is my house, Jesus is my Lord, Trump is my President" sticker, since I didn't have to put the word "trans" in it and it'll likely still upset them to see. (Maybe I need to update my car insurance in case someone chimps out and lobs a brick through the rear windscreen.)
OP's replies are as if she is having a sort of Stockholm Syndrome where you come to accept that your housemate's suicide is inevitable, because they are keeping you up day and night making you play the makeshift therapist talking them down from the ledge. I underlined couple sentences that jumped out at me.
The "person" typing in this is so schizo that I struggled to even recognise they were typing in 3rd person, I genuinely thought I was reading something from one of those 'system' people. Christ almighty.
Genuinely do not understand how creatures like this consider themselves remotely attractive, its got to be the tism at work. That Neanderthal brow is appalling too, such a nice tell for TERFs though
To face reality is to face the truth that they'll never pass and never be seen as a woman by the average person who walks past them. They construct a deluded and inflated sense of self-worth and beauty as a subconscious protective mechanism.
They know, in the back of their minds, they aren't. But like a monster in the dark hallway of your childhood home, if you don't look at it, it doesn't exist.
The only explanation for why this might be a “girly” thing is that women's clothing has ridiculously small pockets, and the only pants pocket that can hold a phone is the back one.
Troons are the worst for exaggerating their own victimhood.
Jaia Cruz had a history of knife violence, including robbing someone at knifepoint just 2 weeks after getting arrested for threatening someone else with a box cutter. Then he went on to commit a murder with a knife.
According to witnesses, Cruz accused a guy of cutting in front of him while he was queueing to buy food, an argument ensued, a worker from the restaurant attempted to break it up, Cruz spat on the guy, the guy threw lemonade over Cruz, then Cruz pulled a blade and stabbed him multiple times, causing his death.
On Reddit, troons are trying to spin it as self-defense, and that the media are lying because Cruz is also a troon, which, again, is more amplification of victimhood. The Reddit story is that the guy who got stabbed threw a can of soda at Cruz and called him transphobic slurs, leading to Cruz being fearful for his life and pulling out a blade, but there is just no evidence for that. Even if there was, having a can of soda thrown at you and being called names isn't justification for murder via multiple stabbings.
All evidence points to it being a case of a mentally unstable and violent person committing murder over an argument that got out of hand.
Nothing hurts like people trying to be nice by doing what you say you want.
I go to a really inclusive college now (thank fucking god) and the boys there aren’t usually transphobic and I can tell there’s a few who are really trying to include me and make me feel like one of them which just makes me wanna cry (in a good way). But every time one of them does something as generic as high five me in the hall way or call me man or bro I feel like a fraud, I know I don’t pass really that well I have dyed hair im clearly queer, I KNOW they must not think I’m one of them but they’re so nice to me. I get so dysphoric over it I don’t know what to do
The only explanation for why this might be a “girly” thing is that women's clothing has ridiculously small pockets, and the only pants pocket that can hold a phone is the back one.
I know 'no pockets' is a common complaint amongst women about women's clothing, but men carrying their wallets in their back pocket was a common sight in Australia in the 1990s, even though I never did that and absolutely did not understand it.
i) It's less accessible than the front pocket
ii) It's more easily pick-pocketed
iii) It's stupid and shit and awkward when you are seated.
So what I'm saying is women should put their phones in their cleavage/bra, as American films have taught me women put any object that needs to be conveniently brandished.
But every time one of them does something as generic as high five me in the hall way or call me man or bro I feel like a fraud
So what I'm saying is women should put their phones in their cleavage/bra, as American films have taught me women put any object that needs to be conveniently brandished.
You joke but when I lived in a bad neighbor hood in a biggish city, I remember our corner stores having signs that said "We do not accept money that you pull out of your bra". Nothing worse then working the late shift at a corner store and having a crack whore try and pay you with sweaty titty bills.
