Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild

[KneeGrow]

There’s a crew of Asian mtf’s that suddenly materialized in the local rock climbing scene. I knew one of them as an acquaintance and suddenly, bam, my 5’2” 100 pounds dude is wearing a sports bra and hello kitty barrettes. No shit, one week normal, next week he’s trooning out. There’s 3 of them that hang out in this crew of mostly Asians. There’s like 4 handmaidens for sure in that crew. What kills me is the 3 trannies are crushers (really strong) and have the most masculine builds one can have as rock climbers.

 

[Incecticyder]

A while ago, I saw a poon that caught my attention. This one had a perfectly groomed 5 o'clock shadow and a ginger retard bowl cut which, when combined, made her look like a Playmobil figure.

 

[RoachDoggJR]

In the last 2 weeks three troons have come to my workplace and all of them were equally as strange to encounter, put into a spoiler because long wall of text.

Spoiler: 50000 words of complaining

There were two women sitting with him, both of them very normal. I didn’t realise the third “woman” was a troon, he looked more like an awkward nerdy guy with bad posture and long hair. With all the troons I meet, they're very quiet with an awkward Mickey Mouse voice; I’m guessing it’s because if they raise their voice they’ll sound like normal men. When I asked if he wanted any drinks he was barely intelligible, said something like “oh well if you two are getting one as well then I might as well get one too (giggle)” rushed manner of speaking. Looked a bit like a fatter Fong Jones.

Second one was a British couple. Troon husband and wife, and I couldn’t tell which had the awful breath or if both did. Every time they spoke it was a whiff of tonsil stones, decaying food in teeth and halitosis, fucking awful. The wife was incredibly neurotic, she asked for a non-alcoholic cocktail and urged that “there absolutely cannot be any alcohol in it under any circumstances”, as if I was going to pour a Tequila shot into it. Very paranoid and anxious. The husband on the other hand was… eugh. He looked to be in his late 50s-early 60s, with shoulder length thin grey hair, badly applied red lipstick that was jarring paired with his sickly old man skin tone, glasses (as they all tend to have) and dressed in a very AGP-manner, low-cut dress which showed a bit of chest hair and barely went above his knees, very gross looking. When I asked if I could take their wine glasses, the woman freaked out “She’s not listening to me! I already told her I wasn’t having wine! I’m having a non-alcoholic cocktail! Why isn’t she listening to me?!” she was nearly shrieking with her hands on her head (sort of like she was defending herself??). Incredibly unsettling, she seemed on the edge of a breakdown at all times and if it wasn’t for the troon calming her down, she might’ve started screaming at me. Reminded me of Shmorky and Mandy if they were British and old, nutcases.

The third absolutely bewildered me. It was a big staff-party table mostly made up of Americans, around 10 or 11 people. None of them really stood out to me, except for one that using the term “stuck out like a sore thumb” is an understatement. Asian, tall, wide shoulders, thick-rimmed glasses and a very long blonde wig. He looked like he had some amount of cosmetic surgery but I really can’t put my finger on what, but he also had absolutely massive fake tits. This one was more AGP than the rest, because as I mentioned he had very large fake tits in a pink-white-gradient sweater and a skirt, but when he sat next to the other women by the table he looked like a drag queen. Genuinely might’ve been and maybe I’m just mislabelling him as a troon. When he spoke it was the same as the first, quiet and a bit “MTF voice training tutorial” sounding. It didn’t help that he was wearing high heels, very lanky too so it was like seeing an Asian-AGP-Slenderman. Also really rude lol.

Seeing troons IRL is certainly off-putting, especially when they’re sitting with/close to real women. They don’t have the mannerisms of real women, they’re too masculine so when they try to mimic the cute quiet shy girl act it’s very uncanny, they just come off as autistic socially inept males. They don’t dress like real women, they either cover themselves up in baggy clothes or do the complete opposite and dress inappropriately. It’s very unsettling standing next to them as a 5’5 petite woman and makes the TRA sentiment of “they’re the exact same as real women” even more confusing. Also very uncomfortable serving these tables as they feel a lot more comfortable getting close to you, touching you, etc because they think them identifying as women normalises it— total lack of awareness that their groping isn’t any different from being groped by other men. I hate that Iceland is so tolerant of these fucking freaks.

 

[ephermeral]

I work somewhere that I can get away with reading on the job when it is slow, the other day I was reading Material Girls by Kathleen Stock. It’s not noticeably TERFY, the cover looks like it could be any chick-centric fiction, subtle.

So here I am, enjoying Ms. Stock dunking on Judith Butler, when dead silence is broken by, “Excuse me I need help!” shouted from 20+ feet away. This woman sounds like she’s about to cry but also like she might be kind of slow or have mental health issues? So I stop reading, get up and offer assistance.

They are typing a research paper and asking questions about works cited. I’m thinking, “Ok this person is pretty tech literate, not emotionally disturbed, perhaps they are on the spectrum or are just having a bad day?” Eventually, it becomes apparent that they want me to see the topic of their paper, without actually being the one to bring it up. It’s something really vanilla too, like gay marriage-tier.

Only then does it dawn on me, that this is not a butch lesbian but actually a little dood who is speaking truth to power to me, or whatever. I’m bemused by this. What did they think I was going to hurl their laptop across the room lol? Anyway, I treat them as I do anyone else, answer their questions and don’t comment on the topic because they never brought it up and once we’re finished I go back to my desk and continue reading.

If that were the end of it, it wouldn’t be worthy of a post. But 10 minutes later, the pooner is now perusing flyers on a stand very close to me. They loudly cough, I look up and make eye contact. I realize they’re staring at me and are red in the face. In my head I’m like, “Oh for Pete’s sake” and I turn my chair sliiiightly so my computer monitor is blocking their view of the book.

Maybe pooners have yet to understand object permanence, maybe this lil pooner decided they had won, but shortly thereafter they packed up their things and croaked out, “THANK YOU!” before hastily leaving. All I wanted to do was give the dooder a manly pat on the shoulder and tell them that everything is going to be ok. I hope the little guy stays safe out there.

 

[sheepworldvizor]

There’s a crew of Asian mtf’s that suddenly materialized in the local rock climbing scene. I knew one of them as an acquaintance and suddenly, bam, my 5’2” 100 pounds dude is wearing a sports bra and hello kitty barrettes. No shit, one week normal, next week he’s trooning out. There’s 3 of them that hang out in this crew of mostly Asians. There’s like 4 handmaidens for sure in that crew. What kills me is the 3 trannies are crushers (really strong) and have the most masculine builds one can have as rock climbers.

I don’t know the sport, but I’m assuming if they entered comps they’d be allowed in the women’s division. Guess it’s time to look out for spiderhons.

 

[KneeGrow]

I don’t know the sport, but I’m assuming if they entered comps they’d be allowed in the women’s division. Guess it’s time to look out for spiderhons.

Unfortunately, climbing is quite pozzed. So generally yes they are allowed. It’s not particularly frequent that I’m aware of, besides this instance, but that was an all women’s competition. Most comps have male, female, and non binary. To my knowledge the trannies normally hit non binary so they don’t get shit on by the hidden right leaners.

Spoiler: As a joke

I’ve been considering doing non binary to win free gear, most of the time troons suck at climbing . Not always, and I’d be kinda salty getting beaten by some 5 foot Asian pooner, so I haven’t tried it yet.

 

[Pavel Yudin]

Maybe it’s because I’m a man and these are women, but I tend to be harsher on TIMs than I am on TIFs. However, I have met more pooners, and have decided to compile them into a short list for your enjoyment. I unfortunately cannot post pictures as I am aware some of my (left-wing) acquaintances lurk on the farms and I do not want to dox myself.

Two of them are standard trannies. They’re fairly adjusted individuals (if one who is a bit too politically invested and left-leaning for my taste), and afaik, have not done anything noteworthy. One of them is even adamant trannism is a mental illness that should be treated with therapy before transition, and spent a good few years doing so before eventually transitioning as they saw no other alternatives, doesn’t care about ‘transphobia’ in the slightest, doesn’t even care if you misgender them. I just use them as comparison of relatively sane trannies I’ve encountered, next to the few pooners I’m going to discuss.

Spoiler: Pooner1

The one I was the most acquainted with (because of adjacent social circles) was your average pansexual polyamorous overweight enby. Short and rotund. Only wearing dresses and showing off her tits, no matter the weather. Even during wintertime I don’t recall one occasion where she was not flaunting her sad pancake tits, she does not even have a good rack. She keeps her hair long, too; the first time I met her and she introduced herself with her obviously dood name (think something like John or David, something unambiguously male), I thought to myself, oh, a young woman who uses a male name, how peculiar (and funny enough). I remember her wearing a red dress with plunging neckline and thick glasses with the most feminine frame in existence. Then I learned she was a pooner and not some eccentric girl, and was promptly disappointed.
Some trannies love to claim dysphoria, but this girl had none, and no desire to transition. However, she would get mad jealous when the other aforementioned trannies progressed in their transitions; she once went to me to sulk because one of them was getting top surgery when 1. the same surgeon had told her off because she’s a degenerate 2. she only wants to transition when fellow pooners around her do.

Girliepop is an alcoholic who, once drunk, loves to expose her body for the world to see (though there is nothing interesting to see; as mentioned earlier, landwhale with pancake tits). She would grab guys’ (and girls, but mostly guys) heads to shove them in her tits, even inebriated people. According to her friends, this is something she often does, even to unconscious people. She’s also prone to making out with her girlfriends and boyfriends in front of everyone, making people around her very uncomfortable. She hooks up with everyone and everything that has a pulse, regardless of sexuality, and often offers people to have a threesome with her and one of her numerous boyfriends or girlfriends.
As she drinks a lot, she is prone to puking on herself and end up passed out in a ditch; people around her often call her “litter” or “waste”.

Strangely enough, a lot of people seem to worship the ground she walks on, until they realize she is trash and leave her; she then promptly moves out to a new place and the cycle starts all over again. I have always been vocal in my dislike of her, and have had many people tell me I am right to, after adamantly defending her for months or even years.

Spoiler: Pooner2

Pooner 2 I am a lot less acquainted with than previous pooner, but they are cut from the same cloth. Overweight, enby, flaunting her tits, though this time with a gender-neutral name. She was the colleague of a close friend of mine, I met her at an afterwork I was invited to. Immediately she starts ranting to me about the current political climate and the transphobia she is facing and how dysphoric she is people keep thinking she is a woman when she is a True and Honest Enby. I downed my pint and left.
The next time I met her was at a party, a few months later. Once again, same social circle. I had forgotten about my previous encounter with her, mind you, I cannot recall every pooner I see. It was just something chill with about fifteen or so people, but the place was large enough to accommodate everyone without it feeling craomped. We play drinking games, we have fun, nothing unusual.
Someone suggests a drinking game that includes sexually charged dares, but it’s on par with the course for these parties; people refuse when it’s too cringe or too intimate, obviously. But one dare involved saying our most shameful fetishes. Pooner is the first to answer, and doesn’t miss a beat when she tells us, point blank, ‘pregnancy and lactation’. What is it with pooners and the most female-experience kinks? Her face went pale when others started to mention regular kinks like getting tied up or men in suits and she realized she had just outted herself as a degenerate (though honorable mention to the last guy who said ‘getting snuffed’ without a hint of emotion in his voice). Worst part was she had started hitting on me before this question; I was waiting for her to get the hint I was not interested, but told her full stop after this.
The friends we had in common began to distance themselves from her after this point, which made it so that thankfully, this was among the last time I saw her. They are pissed she has an on-again-off-again relationship with her ex-boyfriend, who is far from being a pleasant person to be around.

Spoiler: Pooner3

One I was the closest to (before I moved out). She studied in a field adjacent to mine, and worked in the same student association as I did. In spite of being a pooner, she was a fairly nice person, if a bit stupid. She is a type to keep repeating she is tough and strong and hotheaded, but can’t even talk to retail workers without having a panic attack (true story). She was so meek she couldn’t even bring herself to correct her (aforementioned) tranny friend when they misgendered her to her face.

While the previous two were the type of enbies who keep repeating they don’t care about gender norms and roles, this pooner was the quintessential fujoshi. Her favorite anime were Black Butler and Yuri On Ice. She loves Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, even got at least two tattoos inspired by the shows. She can never relate to female characters and only projects onto male ones.

Despite her crippling dysphoria and saying she wants to transition, in the ten years I’ve known her, she’s made no attempt to. Her few therapists always discouraged her because her dysphoria obviously came from internalized misogyny, body dysmorphia and yaoi addiction. She’s also a singer, and kept trying to persuade herself her voice would not sound terrible if she started HRT, but she has no idea how to speak/sing from her chest. She’s 4’6, overweight (because it’s hard not to be when you’re so short), and has an eating disorder which contributes to her dysphoria. She wants top surgery, but keeps wearing revealing clothes clearly showcasing her tits. She had a crush on me, and sent me nudes, unprompted, to which I only replied “ok”, because what else is there to say?
She is currently dating another pooner who does no effort to transition, and they are true yaoi boyz together (boys, never men. they are 29); her best (male) friend also trooned out in typical HSTS fashion.
Our ‘friendship’ (she idolized me, I tolerated her) fizzled out when she finished her Master’s degree and moved out. She’s tried to keep in touch, and I entertained her, once or twice, but most of the time I don’t answer to her.​

Spoiler: Various pooner encounters

Back when I was more acquainted to the local LGBT scene, there was one pooner who had a crush on me. Even after I told her as bluntly as humanly possible I was not interested in her, she tried kiss me to force herself onto me. I avoided her after this, but she kept coming to the same place I went to so she could spend time with me. She would sit next to me and rest her head over my shoulder; if I moved, she cried and whined to make people feel bad for her, even when I told them she tried to assault me. She also sexually assaulted one of the pooners I mentioned earlier.
She eventually blocked me on instagram while I was keeping up with her socials to laugh at her antics.

One other pooner I knew was your average “blue hair with pronouns” girl. Kept presenting femininely, kept complaining people saw her as a girl. She spent more time crying about evil TERF JK Rowling than anyone else I’ve ever seen, especially when I gave a friend of mine Harry Potter paraphernalia.

One small coffeeshop I go to is a nest for mentally ill queer folks (though I realize this is an oxymoron). One girl I’ve seen a few times there is your average alt e-girl but with a pixie cut and the most tragic frog voice I’ve ever had the displeasure to hear. It does not even sound masculine, just like she has a cold.

These are the most notable pooners I’ve had the misfortune to meet; I have also met quite a lot of troons, and shall dedicate a post to them at a later date (they are not as interesting as the pooners I’ve met, since I do try to keep my distance with the sexually degenerated).​

 

[Internet Wizard]

snip

Does your college have RAs, or people in charge you can confide in personally? Hundred percent they'll side with you over this and may be able to rehouse you, I know that at least at my uni they keep some rooms empty for emergency situations like this (even when they say they have a housing crisis, which is really a PR move to get people to live off campus if they can)
Freshman year I caught my roommate jacking off under the covers at 9 am, safe to say that same day I met with our RA and a week later dipped the fuck out and into a single room. Haven't had a double room since
It's a hard world out there for us college kiwis, stay strong

 

[Treatlerite]

@Treatlerite
Is there a way you can ask for a different placement or put yourself on a waitlist?

This is out of the wild and literally into your home. Your boyfriend is right, the 'incompetence' is just classic troon harassment trying to stretch your comfort zone.

Injecting him with crushed butterfly might fix everything.

This sounds like high grade autism that nobody has ever confronted him about, and based on your post I’m surprised he even made it into college.

At least this situation is just for the semester, hopefully…?

Does your college have RAs, or people in charge you can confide in personally? Hundred percent they'll side with you over this and may be able to rehouse you, I know that at least at my uni they keep some rooms empty for emergency situations like this (even when they say they have a housing crisis, which is really a PR move to get people to live off campus if they can)
Freshman year I caught my roommate jacking off under the covers at 9 am, safe to say that same day I met with our RA and a week later dipped the fuck out and into a single room. Haven't had a double room since
It's a hard world out there for us college kiwis, stay strong

Thanks for the support, Kiwis. I only recently broke free from the pro-troon brainwashing in the last year so this is one of the only places I can vent my frustration. I should only be stuck with this degenerate for this semester, which is nearly half over. Our housing is designed for six people and it's currently only me, him and the pooner roommate. I would be very hard pressed to build a harassment case that wouldn't be looked at unfavorably due to how ultra-woke this campus is. My best angle would be the less "subjective" fact, which is that he's disgusting to be around hygiene wise (and a pothead because of course). Even then, I believe policy dictates we'd have to all have a group meeting to "solve the problem" first, which wouldn't go over well. For the time being I am trying to hunker down and keep to myself as much as possible, because as much as I hate this situation, I also hate the idea of spinning the roulette just to be stuck with worse people for the remainder of the semester. I have my own room, and not a double bedroom, which I am so grateful for.

Moving forward, under no circumstances will I opt for being housed with anyone except biological women. I'm still flabbergasted that I was able to stay with several normal men in relative peace until Troontown. Says a lot about just how untenable these people are.

Spoiler: Minor threadtax

Much lighter because I don't have to share a living space, but there's some really repulsive troons in one of my classes too. One is a gigantic lanky bigfoot who's always wearing a spinny™ skirt and long pants under it. One morning I saw him trying to anime girl run to class. I remember staring at him bewildered because he looked like a freak having his arms all bent when he wasn't even carrying anything. There's something amusing about how it hasn't dawned on him that in the rare cases women do run like that, it's because they're lugging a purse or some other item and not because of our feminine ways or whatever his logic is.

There's another troon who got forcefully transferred into my peer learning group because people stopped showing up to his. He has a laptop completely plastered in pro feminism / "lesbian" stickers. I pretended to be all girly and that I loved the laptop so that I could get a picture and laugh at him in secret, LMAO. Even that bit of fake kindness was undeserved, because he's a total cunt to work with and is super combative with me for no reason. If we're working together on a problem and I make a suggestion or a correction (mind you, I couldn't care less about knowing more or less than someone. I literally just want a grade) he gets this sourpuss look on his face. He so obviously wants to be some sort of catty boss bitch type, but he's just a male so he comes off as hyperaggressive. Can't wait to encounter more of these types in my work.

 

[Bucket of pigeon milk]

I visited Japan a couple years ago during the summer when there was a big matsuri taking place in the town I was staying in. On the busiest day of the festival, I headed over to the shrine where all the action was and spent a few hours checking out vendors and food stands, watching parades, etc. While waiting in line at one of these festival food stands, I looked up and saw these two hulking ma'ams just a few feet away from me. I'm not sure if they or anyone else caught me taking pictures or not, but I had nothing to lose since I was on the plane back home in a few days, lol.

 

[UselessRubberKeyboard]

I visited Japan a couple years ago during the summer when there was a big matsuri taking place in the town I was staying in. On the busiest day of the festival, I headed over to the shrine where all the action was and spent a few hours checking out vendors and food stands, watching parades, etc. While waiting in line at one of these festival food stands, I looked up and saw these two hulking ma'ams just a few feet away from me. I'm not sure if they or anyone else caught me taking pictures or not, but I had nothing to lose since I was on the plane back home in a few days, lol.

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The absolute hulking mess of these men, my god.

 

[Gingervitis]

I visited Japan a couple years ago during the summer when there was a big matsuri taking place in the town I was staying in. On the busiest day of the festival, I headed over to the shrine where all the action was and spent a few hours checking out vendors and food stands, watching parades, etc. While waiting in line at one of these festival food stands, I looked up and saw these two hulking ma'ams just a few feet away from me. I'm not sure if they or anyone else caught me taking pictures or not, but I had nothing to lose since I was on the plane back home in a few days, lol.

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I really do hope either Japan bans them and black people, or we start cracking down on them, because they’re going to damage our relationship with Japan at this rate.

 

[sheepworldvizor]

Callooh! Callay!
I feel privileged and grateful to report that after venturing into the “artsy” and “vibrant” area of regional city I have been rewarded by not one but TWO megatroons.
Neither monstrosity passed, in the same way as a shire horse wearing a shetland’s saddle would not be gifted with the burden of a kindergartener on its back.
The first was clomping along in his sturdy black heels, with all the grace of a heavily pixellated late-90s BattleMech. Dry, wispy hair blowing in the breeze. Face like freeze-dried onion.
The second, crossing an intersection at the forefront of a group of zoomer women, all layered up warm in their coats, except for the anorexic looking 6’5 tranny in cropped tee and mini skirt. Fascinating to watch him lead the group, dressed like a halloween hooker, but of course he did, because they know he’s a man and he’s in charge. You could feel the deference.

 

[Phil's Oddly Shaped Head]

I visited Japan a couple years ago during the summer when there was a big matsuri taking place in the town I was staying in. On the busiest day of the festival, I headed over to the shrine where all the action was and spent a few hours checking out vendors and food stands, watching parades, etc. While waiting in line at one of these festival food stands, I looked up and saw these two hulking ma'ams just a few feet away from me. I'm not sure if they or anyone else caught me taking pictures or not, but I had nothing to lose since I was on the plane back home in a few days, lol.

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Poor Japan. We’re not sending our best.

 

[Fapcop]

What say you, brethren? Am I beyond all hope of redemption, or, out of context and assuming you didn't already know who she was, might you, too, have taken her for a tranny?

Son, I’ll need you transvestigator badge. You’re out on leave. Some serious retraining is needed here.

What makes this particular inexcusable is this:



See how she’s sitting? Trannie can’t sit like that without looking like an ogre because hips and bone angle.

And it’s gets worse…



She was sitting next to an actual man.

Little womanly head… Big manly head.
Small feminine hands… Big manly paws.

Oh hey! Look at those shoulders! Mighty small for a tranny, no?

We of the Kiwi Farms Court find you guilty of misgendering a true and honest woman!

Bailiff! Whack his peepee!

As a tall women-enjoyer, I’d like to have a victim impact statement read into the record as well!

Spoiler: As a joke

I’ve been considering doing non binary to win free gear, most of the time troons suck at climbing . Not always, and I’d be kinda salty getting beaten by some 5 foot Asian pooner, so I haven’t tried it yet.

Go for it.

The more people start taking advantage of clownworld shit, the sooner it might stop.

 

[A.P. Hill]

I was at a college with a reputation for concentrated autism for work. I knew it was likely I'd see at least one troon, but I didn't expect SEVENTEEN.

13 of them were hideous gigahons with dyed hair and fetish gear on, two were manlets with Ziz eyes, and only two of them actually practiced basic hygiene and might have fooled me for a second until I saw the hands and hips and heard the voices. All troons, not a single pooner in sight.

I feel so bad for the shy, nerdy boys who just want to build model rockets or make stuff on 3D printers and join a club to do that, only to have to deal with some 6'9" Wendigo in fishnet stockings as club "president".

 

[Dr. Butt]

Talk about defeating the purpose of a modesty-oriented headscarf… thus there’s no way it’s not a fetish because any woman in a Muslim country would have the shit beat out of her for this.

Counterpoint: Bosnians.

 

[Kiska]

I was at a college with a reputation for concentrated autism for work. I knew it was likely I'd see at least one troon, but I didn't expect SEVENTEEN.

Reminds me of UNI bullshit that happened recently, drove up to do my classes and there was a whole "protest" wall, mixed in the crowd included a handful of 7 foot gorlbosses and pooner runts protesting against the school's DEI board being shut down and with signs calling white people colonizers. I would hazard a guess that the irony of them claiming colonization won't hit a tranny as they attempt to colonize the female/male spaces that rightfully aren't theirs.

 

[Dr. Butt]

@Treatlerite
Is there a way you can ask for a different placement or put yourself on a waitlist? In the meantime I’d try to find out Mr. AGP’s social media, I’d bet you could find something creepy enough to make a case that you don’t feel safe living with him. He sounds like he’s trying to get a reaction out of you for sexual reasons.

@Treatlerite he is harassing you for sexual reasons. He's doing what troons do and your boyfriend is proving that this forum isn't lying to you and you're still trying to blame yourself or worry about being "mean". Don't do that. If something begins to make you feel unsafe, or you're getting a very scary gut feeling, go stay with someone else short-term while you message with the school to try and change the living situation.
If you can't stay with your boyfriend, see if there's a dorm with some of his friends (aka males you trust), or a dorm of your own male friends (men are better at hiding a secret roommate if your school has rules about an extra person crashing in the apartment-style dorm for 3 people, and they won't get scared and let him in the door if he comes looking for you to complain about your twansphobic behaviour).
Maybe there are some ladies you could stay with off-campus, idk your life but you need to not be a waffler or self-doubt about this or it's going to end with you getting sick because he's been sticking your toothbrush up his ass, and that's one of the better outcomes.
Men with the mental comorbidities that come with transvestic fetishism will escalate. That's how those disorders function. It's only going to get worse. Your boyfriend honestly should have done something to help you by now if you've told him about it, maybe you're downplaying it when you talk to normies.

 

[bindar dundat]

I witnessed an edifying conversation between an FtM café employee and an MtF customer.

Spoiler: story

background:

There's a café in my city. It's very very progressive. Surprsing no one.

The coffee is good, and the staff… try their best.

Despite monthly drag shows, I see them handing out coffee to the homeless*.

*
later found out… this gesture is largely performative;
A homeless guy with a brain injury was barred for threatening to kill one of the owners
turns out he was homeless (and agitated)
because a gang had taken over his subsidized government housing & forced him out
an acquaintance got him back in a house, after taking the time to speak with him
this acquaintance—perhaps rightfully—has boycotted the café and its superficial charity
I digress. Back to the rainbow café.

So I'm in there, enjoying my morning java, farting around on my laptop.

Sitting close to "the bar", where coffees are made and distributed.

From across the room, there's the noise of someone getting up—I instinctively glance at the source.

My brief glance causes the person to momentarily fumble and trip.

Huh, whatever.

I return to laptop sperging and ignore the stranger, who seemed vaguely female.

The "clop-clop-clop" sound of heels gets closer.

Out of the corner of my eye, a tall blonde entity walks by, to the bar.


Working the bar, slinging lattés, is an FtM pooner with the moustache of a teenage boy.

The blonde entity begins to speak to her…
the voice is distinctly not female.
It's a man playing dress-up.

phew, thank goodness I had trusted instinct
and not given him a direct second look
while he sashayed past

The man [let's call him "the trooner"]
starts to babble about things,
the precise details of which escape me.

y'know, empty fag talk, whatever.

the pooner starts to reply with snippets of her own struggle as a trans…
the trooner barely listens, doesn't ask a follow-up,
and interrupts again with his own diatribe.

"ohmigod sorry, do you want to hear this story? can i tell you?"
he gushes,
briefly checking himself
seeking consent to continue being a tonedeaf retard

the pooner acquiesces politely
and the trooner continues to babble

It was at this point I put on my headphones.


The part I found edifying was:
The palpable lack of trust emanating from the pooner to the trooner, throughout the whole interaction.

Hadn't seen two interact before!

i.e. the pooner was on guard the whole time.

While the trooner spoke at her, at length.

Poor lost souls.

They love this Trump stuff.

Like cornstarch mixed with water… apply pressure, and the blob coalesces.