I've shown a couple of these individuals to my dad as well, and he had to tell me to stop because he felt too disgusted. I have a whole zoo of trannies. I can just show the tranners to people in real life whenever I want like it's a free freak show. It's a little bleak to me that if you're just someone who happens to be young and gay then you're gonna have to acknowledge the trannies at some point.
Stop torturing your dad, he's already having to put up with your lesbian phase. Easy solution to this: stop trying to "date" uggos with BPD, and wait out your predictable 20 something lesbian phase, then go find a normal man when your biological clock starts ticking. I've seen it work for many women.
Sure is interesting how when birds have basic pattern recognition, they're "cool" and "smart", but when a human uses basic pattern recognition, they're "problematic", "antisemitic", "racist", "homophobic", "transphobic", etc.
Basic pattern recognition over years.
When you're told that troons are just normal people who just want to get on with life and be left alone, they're covered for, protected and are repeatedly the most self centered, spiteful, sexist pieces of shit you're obliged to tip-toe around in social situations lest you offend their delicate sensibilities - your patience wears pretty thin.
But probably about a decade ago.
A flatmate (in a house of 4) was hosting a house party and one of the guests was a he/him (a histrionic 20 year old girl with an ugly haircut) who made no attempt behaving like a male. Said tumblr addicted retard got drunk, made a mess on the floor with cheap beer and then started crying when another of my flatmates told her to clean her fucking mess up. Bobbybitchtits then threw a tantrum and demanded said flatmate be ejected from his own flat because he made her feel unsafe.
The flatmate who hosted the party was told to pack her shit and move out 3 weeks later.
Sorry if this comes off as screaming into the void. I don’t have a singular peaking incident, I think my peaking was more… death by a thousand needles. Without really PL’ing too much, it’s just been a build-up of personal experiences and reading other people’s testimonials that led me to peaking. I think the denial and deflecting also pushed me over the edge, the whole “Huhuhuhuh why are ring wingers so obsessed with trans people?”, as if trans people won’t try to inject themselves into literally every conversation. Whenever I see/saw friends online post about “PROTECT TRANS KIDS”, that was another big turning point for me. We don’t entertain shit like eating disorders or suicide for non-trans related reasons, why do people immediately appease kids who claim they’re trans?
Again, sorry for screaming into the void. Sometimes I feel like I’m going insane whenever I think about this shit.
I think I already posted about my peak trans experience in some other Stinkditch thread, but I thought there wasn't a thread for it.
I started out liking trans ideology. You become something else when you don't like what are. Doesn't sound too bad right?
However my own common sense started to change this, then Kiwifarms completely changed my mind. With Kiwifarms and all the helpful evidence and commentary they provided, I learned that trans ideology should not be allowed.
The reasons I stopped liking trans ideology (to be specific):
1. Opposite sex hormones (the hrt) oftentimes cause bone problem and many other side effects
2. Having your genitals mutilated will almost never produce a good result. Even if it doesn't end up getting infected, doesn't look disgusting or looks somewhat like the actual thing, it will still not be an actual penis/vagina
3. The fact that talking badly (and often speaking truth) about trans isn't even allowed without being dogpiled
4. No matter what you do, whether it be taking hormones or getting your breasts chopped off, you will always be what you were born as. You'll always have the body of what you were born as. You'll have the organs of what you were born as. You'll always have XX/XY chromosomes. No amount of modification you do to yourself or have done to yourself will change that. You'll always look like what you were, you'll always be what you were.
5. The fact that every trans person and every supporter of them seems to be obstinate in thinking the above stuff actually works and makes you look more like what you identify as, when in reality, it doesn't. Again, you'll always be what you were born as and look like what you were born as.
6. How they are so confident they are part of the gay community. You are not a gay. You are a straight person pretending to be the opposite sex. And vice versa for gay people who identify as trans.
7. John Money (coined the term "gender")
So now I deadname and misgender trans people. If I'm not sure what their deadname is, I'll come up with a more masculine or feminine sounding name.
Also I'm not like one of those "trans people should die" people, but I do believe they need mental help if they identify as a man or woman. It should be the mind aligning with the body, not the body aligning with the mind.
I do not like Trump in any way, but I'm definitely rooting for him to get rid of this non binary/trans bullshit.
There is a man who is obviously a man and goes by they/them pronouns. At this retreat his colleagues were using "he" and this person never bothered to correct them in person, it wasn't until they made it safely home they they released A FURIOUS ANGER via email. They sent it to everyone, from the top on down as Ethan Ralph would say. The people with the most useless positions freaked the fuck out, of course. So what did they do? Mandatory DEI class for all so you can learn how to not be so heccin mean to trans and nonbinary folx. One person from each region had to attend so there were staffing issues but at least some dude got his gender affirmed, and really isn't that what's most important?
I posted this story several months ago and have a heartwarming, nature is healing update. This same person had so much success with his last mass-email kvetch sesh that he must have gotten cocky. He emailed a bunch of bigwigs about how awful it is working here and that HE QUITS! Then within 72 hours he realized that he had in fact gone too far, he was having a bad day and he meant that he quits in the figurative sense of course.
The union went to bat for this histrionic crybaby for god knows what reason. Fortunately it didn't work and his resignation is forever honored. So they don’t always get away with everything. One less jerkoff making us look bad, I hope his job is given to someone actually worth the money, who gives a shit.
I peaked at the time of the first "bathroom bill" kerfuffle. At the time I was an active member of another online forum (not reddit, but very leftie), and during a discussion of the bill a number of points I was trying to make kept being deleted by mods for "transphobia". (bollocks! I'm not afraid of them, I'm disgusted by them!)
People were saying things along the lines of "no one will ever become trans to gain access to women's bathrooms", and I replied saying "have you never met men before? Some men are so fucked up they will do anything to get creepy access to women!" Aaaaaaand.... deleted.
And so I followed up my deleted comments to re-make my point and talked about a news story I remembered from younger days, about a man who was caught hiding in the cess pit of a national park drop toilet, while filming women as they used the toilet above him. He was caught because a woman looked down and saw the red light on his camcorder (look, it was a long time ago!), which indicated it was recording.
So to me it seemed that if a man was willing to hide for hours, knee-deep in human waste, for an opportunity to video a woman using the toilet (and get himself and his equipment shat and pissed upon whilst doing so), then why on earth was it hard to believe that a man would pretend to be a woman to gain easy access to a bathroom, to do whatever perversions they wanted???
Nope. Can't have that sort of thinking! Mods deleted all my comments on the post, gave me a temporary time out, etc. At that point I'd been reading and commenting on those forums for a decade, but I began to fizzle out after that. It became clear that the troons were running the show. Any deviation from pro-troon thoughts was removed or flagged, troon commenters became empowered and louder and more strident and the message board and threads went downhill fast. It's still struggling along, barely, and I revel in its laboured demise.
I wandered the internet wasteland for years, with no sign of hope. I started to really hate the sway that these perverts had on discourse, and I remember at one point thinking that I had to come to terms with the fact that everyone but me thought this lunacy was normal, and that I supposed society would look on me in my oldest years as someone wildly out of touch. I guessed that it was just part of getting older; here was where I and the rest of society diverged. I knew it was a gross and fucked up thing, and I wasn't going to change, and I had no evidence that anyone else around me felt even remotely like me.
And then about two years ago I found, of all things, Blocked and Reported, and for the first time in aeons I found people who weren't 100% pro-tranny. I felt like someone finding another survivor after a 99.999% fatal virus hits the earth; I had no idea I wasn't alone!
Interestingly, the only reason I found it was because some tranny on Twitter said the podcast was run by anti-trans bigots. "Anti-trans podcast?!" I said to myself, "That sounds great!"
And then from there I was introduced to the farms, and I really wish I'd found the place years earlier. It would have been nice to have known what like-minded people were thinking.
So yeah, early discussions around bathroom bills. Those led to my peak.
"Something has shifted. And it’s not simply more people “discovering their authentic selves.” It’s that we stopped treating gender dysphoria as a psychological condition and started treating it as a social identity that anyone can claim." You literally opt in. Sick people don't want to be sick but these nutjobs, like astrology fuckheads and alike, see a goal, make it their intent to get there, and then scribble the line with whatever means get there. "I want to be a girl. Why? Uhh i'm dysphoric". It's never "It feels so wrong, I wonder what it could be? Hormonal imbalance? Grooming? PTSD? My dad raping me twice a week going on 11 years?".
The fact troons are getting the flag tatted on their body underlines that it's no longer about a sickness they want gone. It's literally just a fetish.
Nope. Can't have that sort of thinking! Mods deleted all my comments on the post, gave me a temporary time out, etc. At that point I'd been reading and commenting on those forums for a decade, but I began to fizzle out after that. It became clear that the troons were running the show. Any deviation from pro-troon thoughts was removed or flagged, troon commenters became empowered and louder and more strident and the message board and threads went downhill fast. It's still struggling along, barely, and I revel in its laboured demise.
And then from there I was introduced to the farms, and I really wish I'd found the place years earlier. It would have been nice to have known what like-minded people were thinking.
You literally opt in. Sick people don't want to be sick but these nutjobs, like astrology fuckheads and alike, see a goal, make it their intent to get there, and then scribble the line with whatever means get there
I grew up and started recognizing my own trans identification as a coping strategy and desisted. Finally noticed that intense feelings of gender dysphoria correlated with traumatic experiences in my own life, which went directly against the theory of innate gender identity. Took a while but I've finally unravelled everything that shit was built on - not fitting societal gender norms, having to survive shit by "becoming" my own protector/caregiver among a myriad of other factors. Feels like it was one long disassociative trip.
I also felt like I was "more legitimately trans" than a lot of people I knew. Developed gender dysphoria in early childhood independent of the trans community and navigated it completely on my own - kind of like a real old fashioned, control group case. My early origins got me thinking a lot about how one could legitimize a trans identity, especially since I successfully desisted but presented much more of a classic case than other dawgs who wanted to be anime girls or yaoi characters. Concluded that there is no way to legitimize a trans identity.
I'm grateful to not have medicalized. Also grateful that my parents let me do whatever I wanted. As a kid they let me change my presentation, explore my non conforming interests, and hang out with whoever I wanted to without affirming my constantly voiced delusions of wanting to be the opposite sex. Without interactions w/ the trans community during those impressionable years I naturally grew out of gender dysphoria.
As a woman who could probably be called a disaffected liberal, making female friendships is increasingly difficult, because both sides of the political spectrum now seem to believe that women and their concerns should always be second-place to men.
I grew up and started recognizing my own trans identification as a coping strategy and desisted. Finally noticed that intense feelings of gender dysphoria correlated with traumatic experiences in my own life, which went directly against the theory of innate gender identity. Took a while but I've finally unravelled everything that shit was built on - not fitting societal gender norms, having to survive shit by "becoming" my own protector/caregiver among a myriad of other factors. Feels like it was one long disassociative trip.
I also felt like I was "more legitimately trans" than a lot of people I knew. Developed gender dysphoria in early childhood independent of the trans community and navigated it completely on my own - kind of like a real old fashioned, control group case. My early origins got me thinking a lot about how one could legitimize a trans identity, especially since I successfully desisted but presented much more of a classic case than other dawgs who wanted to be anime girls or yaoi characters. Concluded that there is no way to legitimize a trans identity.
I'm grateful to not have medicalized. Also grateful that my parents let me do whatever I wanted. As a kid they let me change my presentation, explore my non conforming interests, and hang out with whoever I wanted to without affirming my constantly voiced delusions of wanting to be the opposite sex. Without interactions w/ the trans community during those impressionable years I naturally grew out of gender dysphoria.
Hey -- I should hire you to write my biography. I developed GD as a preteen, for reasons, & became a hardline truscum warrior before desisting near the end of high school.
My suspicion is that a lot of people who pick up transmed beliefs do so as a pretence for lashing out at others who seem to have things easier. Every person I interacted with in those circles came from a broken home, or some other traumatic background, and we'd spend hours dissecting posts made by kids on the Internet who were having too much fun with the whole Trans concept -- it was a total dysfunction junction. The thing that caused me to peak & eventually quit was the realisation that none of those people actually got better.
I'm still not sure how to classify the experience. It was weird. There's a five-or-so year long hole where that period should be, but it's freeing to know that I will never sink that deep again.
Ran into this very same ex-flatmate about a week after this original post at a house party that ended up going into town.
Started well enough, and figured she might have grown up a bit and moved on. Which seemed true for the first 30 seconds until she announced loudly that she was a they/them. i.e. a fuckin retard.
Strike 1
We were out drinking as a group when the second sign of trouble appeared outside a bar - some drunk zoomer walked past and screeched loudly in my ear.
I asked drunk zoomer what the fuck he thought he was doing, he shrugged, laughed and walked away. Pretty sure I behaved the same way at his age. Left him to it.
Ex-flatmate began insulting him and clearly wanted to lecture him, so he turned around and walked back. Being the closest guy he squared off with me. In the end ex-flatmate was pushed towards next bar and zoomer's friends dragged him off thankfully without anything happening. Especially considering I was wearing steelcaps. Pointing out that starting fights with drunk strangers is bad flew straight over her head and splattered against a wall.
Strike 2
Ended up visiting a couple of bars without incident and we happened to be swapping work stories in which I pointed out that someone I'd worked with was fucking retarded. Because you know they were a fucking retard.
She then began to lecture me about using slurs, while I stared and tried not to laugh. She then stomped off.
Strike 3
My favourite part was that I was sent a novel 3 days after the fact about I assume how she was definitely not mad. Still don't know all the details as I never bothered reading it in its entirety. I gave up as my wife asked what I was laughing about, I showed her, she began laughing, everybody clapped and then I forget what happened next.
I do remember there was something about her still being salty about being kicked out of the flat - which from memory happened a decade earlier. Something about how using slurs is facist and how I'm on the wrong side of history.
It looked as if it took a very long time to type up left handed.
The left truly cannot meme.
My extended family lives close enough so that twice a year, we hold family get togethers. Brother with the big assed pool hosts early summer, brother with the hobby farm hosts late summer. Not many kids in the generation my grandchildren belong to so we always make sure they have fun.
It’s almost guaranteed a relative you’ve not seen in a long time will show up.
My family ranges all over the political and ideological map as well as socioeconomic status and the lovely thing is that it doesn’t matter. Plenty to talk about without getting into shouting matches.
Showed up this fall a bit early and my sister in law mentioned a second cousin few had seen in years was showing up. Don’t know much about this man save that he’s been teaching English as a second language in the east: Thailand, Philippines, places like that.
Not many kids this time but my cousin had brought his 13 year old daughter and 7 year old son. You have to understand the daughter is a really special young lady. Even at her young age, she’s jaw droppingly beautiful. Women would kill for her bone structure and looks. She’s also smart, self assured and very into sports; a real Tom boy. The dream daughter and my cousin jokes about hiring ex secret service agents to make sure no one bothers her. That’s already starting and we’re all happy she’s been taking karate for 7 years.
Her little brother is also a great kid; loads of fun to be around. He was out shooting when this started.
I was in the kitchen when a car pulled up. The only 1 not yet there was the cousin. My brother looked out the window and came out with: “What the fuck???”
A few of us looked out the window and were puzzled to see this strange woman tottering on ridiculous heels towards the door. It hit us all about the same time… this was “rarely seen cousin” who clearly had trained out. Many in my family had zero experience with troons and I certainly don’t have much.
It was awkward, uncomfortable and awful. I swear on all the cat gods, NOBODY said anything or even looked at him sideways. They were prepared for gracious acceptance as they always are with guests.
That wasn’t good enough for Cousin Troon. Every fucking chance he had, he brought up tranny issues and gender affirming care and this was in the first hour!
My cousin’s daughter had been out riding and came in when Troon had been there about an hour. Daughter was NOT comfortable. Her parents were out with their sons and a few others shooting so I tried to stay between Troon and young girl. Everybody is right… they zone in on kids.
Troon kept gushing about how they could go shopping together, practice makeup together and wouldn’t that be FUN??? Troon doesn’t know this child.
All this was against the backdrop of a badly dressed gigahon who flat out STANK. Old nurse here and I know the smell of infected wounds all too well. And there had to have been something awful going on under that ridiculous miniskirt.
Anyway, young cousin wanted no part of this shit but Troon wouldn’t stop. The host and young girl’s dad finally managed to get Troon aside and tell him to back off. He did not take it well, accusing everyone of being transphobes. If they weren’t before, they sure were after time with this surreal farce.
The high point of the evening came a few minutes later while Troon was still sputtering in righteous rage. The girl’s brother came in from outdoors and did a visible double take. He looked Troon up and down and rather loudly asked: “Dad, who is that man and why is he trying to pretend he’s a lady?”
Everyone was snickering and Troon burst into tears, grabbed his coat and flounced out.
Many months later I’m still mad at how he immediately tried to force his attention on a young girl. I’m also ethat her parents now faced the task of explaining this in age appropriate work 2 children of very different ages. I’m sure it’s a topic that would have come up soon with the girl but it was a scramble for the parents to try and explain this to a 7 year old boy. I think that’s what pisses me off most.
And after that event and other things I’ve seen since, I will die on the hill of believing troons are some of the most selfish people going.
are in some sort of fandom and worship characters
have a history of being the crazy bitch in relationships
are fat
have committed criminal acts or have threatened to
all Pooned out within a year of each other. Using trans as an excuse for shitty behavior!
When people were unironically referring to Chris Chan as “she”. When Roe v Wade got overturned and trannies were scared because this was a “stepping stone” to their rights being taken away and nothing more. When I was using a women’s bathroom and a troon with 5 o clock shadow and a floral sweater walked in. I somehow used to support tranny bullshit before this, too, and couldn’t explain why I wanted to vomit every time I saw Dylan Mulvaney. Surely I wasn’t a horrible TERF, right? Then I ventured to parts of the internet that weren’t heavily censored and found there are other people just like me who hate trannies and realized I am indeed an evil bigot TERF. Thanks guys.
