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

[horse toots]

Funniest part is if she left the house in jeans and a hoodie no one would look at the fat bitch twice.

Even funnier: realistically people won't look at this greasefat twice anyway, specifically because she looks like a terminally online retard. Just think of all the crazy looking insects, sea life, and amphibians that signal to predators that they're toxic, aggressive, or bad tasting by way of vivid coloration or obnoxious patterning or rank odors. The bedazzled respirator, poonery, admittedly inconsistent hygiene, and hulking power chair accessory (that seems like a scootypuff beetus aid, given her size) are akin to a social/cultural aposematism that warn the rest of us to AVOID.

The city is also a hub for beauty, fashion, and media industries so I've noticed in some areas of mid/downtown Manhattan there's a lot of discomfort and avoidance about ugly or weird people (weird in the "do they have FAS or intellectual disability" kind of way), especially if they look like a fat suburban transplant, and the hustling self-absorbed nature of these industries leaves little sympathy or interest toward people who look lazy or helpless or unkempt. At best, people might feel fleeting sympathy for the poor disabled retard, but most likely they have subconscious tard-blinders and she doesn't even register in their visual fields. She really could lie about everything online and live her whole real life free as a hideous bird if she wasn't such a raging narcissist.

 

[and I must scream]

I don't remember, is she still taking testosterone? I wonder if she has BV. You know, to complete the picture of greasy unkempt grossness and unpleasant personality.

 

[sarna]

I don't remember, is she still taking testosterone? I wonder if she has BV. You know, to complete the picture of greasy unkempt grossness and unpleasant personality.

With the routine caveat that everything she says is a lie, yes. Although in classic Vicky style she claims she needs even more drugs on top of the testosterone to safely shoot up her testosterone.

 

[Zemblan Physics]

Just think of all the crazy looking insects, sea life, and amphibians that signal to predators that they're toxic, aggressive, or bad tasting by way of vivid coloration or obnoxious patterning or rank odors.

(Every time I see this I think of Joe Lavery, though. Spitting image.)

 

[Zemblan Physics]

Double posting because Vicky is experiencing trans joy.




The (hair)pièce de résistance:

Lol. Lmao, even.

 

[glioblastoma multiforme]

Victoria if you are concentrating on whatever pain you might be feeling, you are not in the present. Observe the thought without judgement and return to the present. If you give power to the pain, it makes it more painful.

Probably shouldn't be giving her tips on how to make her pain more painful, though I'm almost certain its imaginary so doesn't really matter.

 

[Fapcop]

Double posting because Vicky is experiencing trans joy.

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The (hair)pièce de résistance:
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Lol. Lmao, even.

Miss her hair? I’m sure her parents miss having a functional daughter, instead of a fat blob in a wheelchair who takes “depression naps” for days in a row.

I seriously wonder what her future plans are like?

(Now clearly she’s not a person who gives a f about the future, but still.)

Clearly she’s unable to work even the kind of jobs McDonalds sets aside for retards. So what’s her plan? SSID won’t keep her even close to the lifestyle she’s accustomed to.

Does she just expect some company to pop up and give her a “disability advocate” position as some kind of penance or something?

Has she ever even mentioned future plans?

 

[Cnaiur urs Skiotha]

Miss her hair? I’m sure her parents miss having a functional daughter, instead of a fat blob in a wheelchair who takes “depression naps” for days in a row.

I seriously wonder what her future plans are like?

(Now clearly she’s not a person who gives a f about the future, but still.)

Clearly she’s unable to work even the kind of jobs McDonalds sets aside for retards. So what’s her plan? SSID won’t keep her even close to the lifestyle she’s accustomed to.

Does she just expect some company to pop up and give her a “disability advocate” position as some kind of penance or something?

Has she ever even mentioned future plans?

Not that I can recall and I’d be very surprised if she did, she seems like the type who’s terrified to grow up and is retreating into Munchausen’s and gender fuckery to avoid adulthood all together. How can anyone expect her to work toward goals or build something out of her life when she is soOoOOooO sick and sad all the time! None of which is her fault of course, she just happened to get every allergy and condition known to science, and on top of that she just happened to be born a boy in a girl’s body!! What an unlucky set of circumstances that just happen to be a source of endless attention and validation and a perennial excuse for every failure! Not to mention a reason to obsess about yourself every instant of every day

 

[Jupiter Doughnuts]

Clearly she’s unable to work even the kind of jobs McDonalds sets aside for retards. So what’s her plan? SSID won’t keep her even close to the lifestyle she’s accustomed to.

Does she just expect some company to pop up and give her a “disability advocate” position as some kind of penance or something?

Has she ever even mentioned future plans?

I'm nearly certain she's got a trust fund and is otherwise likely to inherit enough money to never work a day in her life, though it would go a lot further if she didn't choose to live in Manhattan.

I don't think work is in the cards and her parents are definitely too bougie to let a kid go on SSI (she doesn't have enough work credits for SSDI).

 

[glioblastoma multiforme]

Clearly she’s unable to work even the kind of jobs McDonalds sets aside for retards. So what’s her plan? SSID won’t keep her even close to the lifestyle she’s accustomed to.

I doubt she really has a plan. I think her parents enable her to the extent that she doesn't need one.

She seems to believe she has something valuable to contribute to the disability community, despite not actually being disabled or having gone to any of the lectures where she might learn about it. Her groundbreaking disability study based on twitter DMs, that she just needs a tiny bit of support from NYU academics to get published, is going to fasttrack her to a professorship.

She's then going to dismiss publication as ableist and insist that her tweets be considered research, Furthermore activism that involves anything other than typing on your computer is ableist, and if you question her you are performing epistemic exploitation and are therefore an abuser. Then she will get whatever the disabled trans version of a Nobel prize.

Obviously a professorship doesn't pay enough to even cover her doordash but her parents will feel privileged to provide ongoing support to such a respected academic and activist.

 

[Zemblan Physics]

Vicky’s dog died. That’s actually sad.


He was cute, too, but of course Vicky can’t have a nice dog without going all Münchhausen on the poor thing.



Anyway, I swear to God, the mental age of these people is twelve, tops.



Truly hilarious.

 

[sarna]

Vicky had some deep(ly narcissistic) thoughts at quarter to five in the morning today.

 

[MirnaMinkoff]

Vicky had some deep(ly narcissistic) thoughts at quarter to five in the morning today.

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Vicky probably fantasizes about being in a vegetated state and finally having her every need attended to by others.

 

[sarna]

Vicky probably fantasizes about being in a vegetated state and finally having her every need attended to by others.

See also her disturbingly horny descriptions of being nursed in the hospital. She is the first person I have encountered who gets off on fantasies of being a houseplant, but I guess it takes all kinds.

 

[The Judean People's Front]

Lol my brain absolutely refuses to imagine Vicky in a coma. I just keep getting images from that Arrested Development when Buster fakes a coma to get out of testifying in court. THAT I can picture Vicky doing.

 

[Zemblan Physics]

Vicky had some deep(ly narcissistic) thoughts at quarter to five in the morning today.

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There are few cows that really piss me off, but Vicky has the honor of being one of them. Even for her, though, this screed is particularly enraging. Wow, what a beautiful act it’s gonna be for the community to have to wipe your vegetative ass, Vicky.

Hat me, but I’m starting to feel like @AnOminous in Boogie’s thread: just die, already!

 

[OrSoHelpMe]

Vicky thinks caring for HER vegetative ass in the community would be the most beautiful thing there is. If she thought caring for people in the community was THE most beautiful thing there is, she’d be caring for people in her community - not her online one - or at least doing something that reflects this. Does she volunteer for campus food banks? Volunteer for peer support? Help disabled students navigate the school bureaucracy and know who to talk to? Do anything for a real world community? Does she know who in her circle might be struggling and could use a text? Has she ever dropped in on a friend who is unwell, of her own volition, in person, in private, without posting for social media clout?

Obviously not, because she thinks asking people who knew and “loved” her to eternally care for her vegetative body in the community, not a medical setting is a beautiful picture her imaginary loved ones would assemble gratefully and with pomp and circumstance, redirecting their own life plans to participate in this most beautiful thing. Not to mention that even in the situations she’d want care withdrawn she feels compelled to instruct them to keep her alive anyway as a fuck you.

 

[The Judean People's Front]

Vicky thinks caring for HER vegetative ass in the community would be the most beautiful thing there is. If she thought caring for people in the community was THE most beautiful thing there is, she’d be caring for people in her community - not her online one - or at least doing something that reflects this. Does she volunteer for campus food banks? Volunteer for peer support? Help disabled students navigate the school bureaucracy and know who to talk to? Do anything for a real world community? Does she know who in her circle might be struggling and could use a text? Has she ever dropped in on a friend who is unwell, of her own volition, in person, in private, without posting for social media clout?

Obviously not, because she thinks asking people who knew and “loved” her to eternally care for her vegetative body in the community, not a medical setting is a beautiful picture her imaginary loved ones would assemble gratefully and with pomp and circumstance, redirecting their own life plans to participate in this most beautiful thing. Not to mention that even in the situations she’d want care withdrawn she feels compelled to instruct them to keep her alive anyway as a fuck you.

No one tell Vicky about the Torajan people in Indonesia. She'd decide that's what she wants done with her corpse.

 

[Breadbear]

No one tell Vicky about the Torajan people in Indonesia. She'd decide that's what she wants done with her corpse.

No, their tradition is beautiful in its way. The dead remain a part of the family long after their passing. Vicky would 100% miss the memo and want her taxidermied corpse propped up in the most conspicuous spot in the house.

 

[Jupiter Doughnuts]

What an amazing lack of empathy...

Being in a vegetative state for years with my family wiping my ass and them unable to move on is one of the most horrific things I can think of, second only to dementia. Caregiving for a vegetable like that breaks people and breaks families, far worse than the loved one dying.
I've had the end of life care conversations with my parents, and they have made it very clear that if the chances of meaningful recovery are slim, they want to go on hospice with plenty of opiates and no invasive measures. Being kept semi alive with tubes and lines for years at great familial cost is pure horror for the 90% of us who aren't munchies or fundies.

I read 5 Days at Memorial and have heard a lot about LTACHs/vent farms and those places haunt my nightmares. Just absolutely horrific moral hazard.

I guess at least the thankful thing is that she's healthy and very unlikely to end up a vegetable before the obesity and hormones catch up to her in her 50s.