It's gross but most words for genitals are fucking horrible or at best a bit cringe to be honest.
"my little guy" is like the opposite of "the old chap" which I always thought was a pretty funny one.
Out of all Troon shit, pooners swollen clits grosses me out hardest somehow.
The sensitivity of them, engorged, definitely stinking on their unhygienic and testosterone addled, hairy crotches.
The combination of the spicy levels of filth combined with the sensitivity of the clit, attached to these pitiable, fat red swollen sweaty and shame ridden little pug-women, knowing that all of these losers have got that grotty secret.
It all combines to be the worst factor of it all for me.
Flashbacks to walking in to a toilet (and immediately retreating) after it had been used by what I now know to be a~middle aged, disabled, fat, cliff Richard tour teeshirt wearing-Pooner ~and smelling this most curious smell, a deep dark rich vaginally smell punted out by fatties with bad hygiene and medical problems almost caramelesque, accented by a high tinge of fish, but the strongest by far, of an unyet unsmelt before, the hefty base note of barbequed meat, mixed with burnt rubber.
Knowing that there's a sensitive giant clit, jamming around in all that smell, getting touched by the wiry and unkempt stinking pubic hair. Its like walking around with your tongue constantly out. Like if you lost your whole jaw or something. But kept a beard around it. And had halitosis.
It is worse for me than any male troon psycical effect.
Also I've decided that I now agree with
TRANS WOMEN ARE WOMEN, etc.
Yes, they are. Women who think they re trans are indeed women. Men who think they are trans are indeed men.
Kek.