Jaron Seth Bloshinsky / Jazz Jennings / I Am Jazz - Puberty Blockers: Not Even Once

Please excuse the double posting. It took me all morning but I found it:



He's so fucking jittery. He talks a LOT with his hands. His gesticulations make him bounce so I think he's sitting on a bed. I doubt Speech 101 told him to ADHD sperg while delivering his message, but nothing Sunleather does is professional.

Dear G-d. I doubt her transition goal was fatass tran-pa. Unrealistic transition goals remind me of brick shithouse gay men trying to dress like bishonen twinks, having neither the physique nor hairline for it. Plastic surgery and exogenous hormones apparently work wonders in the mind's eye of deluded trannies.
Dee is a fucking fanatic. Not a single shred of remorse, the unquestioning certainty of a fucking zealot.
Of course she probably can't allow any doubts to creep in, if she stopped for a moment to understand the true horror of what she has inflicted on her son she'd likely kill herself.
 
Dee is a fucking fanatic. Not a single shred of remorse, the unquestioning certainty of a fucking zealot.
His joke of a career depends on it now. Ampersand sold his soul for fame and fortune, and hilariously his current results is the devil fulfilling that bargain.
if she stopped drinking for a moment to understand the true horror of what she has inflicted on her son she'd likely kill herself.
I sincerely think this is why she hits the bottle so hard. She can drink until she's numb, and eventually her wet brain will spongify, before or after dementia sets in.
 
The caption that accompanies that image is classic troon doublethink:

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Specifically fat pooners being disappointed by their results always amuses me. They don't like leaving any inch of body fat on their chest, but they can tell how weird it looks when it's all scooped out and they don't even have moobs, sometimes an indent instead. She should be glad she doesn't seem to have massive dog ears and her surgeon made her chest look like a dude who lucked out on not growing moobs instead of the weird concave chests we normally see on fat chicks. In her pics she seems to pass as a creep of a man you'd hide your kids from at the pool or beach.

Also like clockwork the "learning to love the body you're in" mentality comes into play after the surgeons get paid and you're learning to love your botched operations when you could have learned to love your natural body. Getting chopped up for aesthetics is "working on your body" (but I'd assume dieting is wrong), she worked hard to hate herself more
 
Sandusky, Ohio, has evolved from being a creature of reality TV to being a creature of influencer culture in a way that makes him think that his best and highest purpose has been to appear in front of a lens spewing whatever vapid bullshit pops into his head.

We've talked about Main Character Syndrome but Jerry Sandusky has Side Character Syndrome.

Two Bobs:

"What would you say... you do here?"

Dusky Roadside-Skipper:

"I market and I influence! I market stuff to the influencers and I influence the marketers!"

Real talk, I have been involved in marketing schemes for various organizations and municipalities, and a huge amount of the professional marketing toolbox is coming up with font, color scheme, letterhead, web design, and shit like that.

Fredrick Brennan would be a more convincing marketer than Skipper®, Barbie's® little sister.
 
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You can’t hate transgenders enough. They want to make art so bad but they’re too fucking stupid to understand allegory. Apparently the story of Saint Sebastian is that he was tied to a tree and shot with arrows in persecution of his faith, but it didn’t kill him and he was miraculously healed. Equating herself (and ostensibly all trannies) to a persecuted figure is one thing, but replacing the arrows with the “life-saving medicine” she elects to take is poetic in a way she definitely did not intend. This should be in a textbook.

What did this girl even do with Dander? I still have no idea what this “work” entails. I can’t imagine anyone, even someone this retarded, would get anything out of his “digital empowerment” and “allyship” - it can only be to say you’re one degree of separation from Jazz Jennings, a saint of the trans canon.
 
They couldn't come up with a better dramatic pose than 'hands behind back, massive hips pushed forward'? The Mohammed Ali photograph tried to do something, tried to convey some emotion(s), while also referencing an older artwork, Pooner just stands there, dead-eyed, like so many fat women who carry most of their weight in their gut.

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You can’t hate transgenders enough. They want to make art so bad but they’re too fucking stupid to understand allegory. Apparently the story of Saint Sebastian is that he was tied to a tree and shot with arrows in persecution of his faith, but it didn’t kill him and he was miraculously healed. Equating herself (and ostensibly all trannies) to a persecuted figure is one thing, but replacing the arrows with the “life-saving medicine” she elects to take is poetic in a way she definitely did not intend. This should be in a textbook.
She probably watched Sebastiane and imagined all those swinging floppy weiners around her, and felt a wistful pang in her perineum.
What did this girl even do with Dander? I still have no idea what this “work” entails. I can’t imagine anyone, even someone this retarded, would get anything out of his “digital empowerment” and “allyship” - it can only be to say you’re one degree of separation from Jazz Jennings, a saint of the trans canon.
Two worthless non-contributor influencers met at some social function, and Sannd Landers got her number as another gender blob he could stand on in a selfie.
 
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I talked to my past self today. He was worried that in the future his dick would stop working and it would snap the last fragile threads of his sanity and he’d get taken in by snake cream for his dick, and he said he’d rather die than be that pathetic, and he had the pills already.

I told him not to worry because that is Not. A. Problem. No, you know, issues in that department. Everything working AS INTENDED. But I also told him that the snake cream totally works so if that did happen, WHICH IT WON’T, there’s a high quality snake cream for his dick.

Sealed the deal with the ol’ Jennings smile. Anyway long story short he couldn't have been my real past self because I’m not dead. So I’m not worried.
 
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