Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild

[Mike and Eichs]

The troon from my previous postings has an update. After multiple complaints from both staff and customers, they were demoted (but not fired because of a fear of lawsuit) and now lumbers around not really doing their job.

The work tranny strikes again!
So today I come into work and this weirdo shows up for their shift wearing jeans instead of a dress or skirt. I thought maybe it was a good sign but I was shortly proved wrong. This tall skinny autismo kept waiting until people were around him before "stretching". Which is essentially just an excuse to raise their arms and expose half a foot of his pale stomach and his underwear band to everyone.

So me and the other woman working today filed HR reports so here's to hoping we can boot this AGP.

 

[Lady Bizness]

All I noticed at first was that our waiter seemed really unprofessional. Dressed like a young Axl Rose at a place that was casual, but the wait staff always dresses upscale. After this person dumped a bunch of menus on the table my mother in law leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think our waiter is a trans."
When it came back and took our order I heard the telltale frog voice and the black tank top was clearly a binder. If you've ever been pushed ads for pooner wear or have ever been around a bunch of pooners, you'd spot them as being similar to, but distinct from sports bras. But what was it binding?!? This person already seemed very flat chested. Additionally, the waiter apron around the red flannel shirt tied around its waist made it hard to discern its figure. So bravo. If non-binary was actually a real thing, this creature got as close as you could get.
Other than taking our order we hardly ever saw it again. The bus boy brought us our food, cleaned our tables, and brought the to-go boxes. Another waitress brought our waters and attentively filled them.
The tranny brought the wine and my margarita. It brought empty glasses the same as the water glasses and left a cork screw on our table. (Husband did the honors realizing the tranny wasn't coming back). My margarita got plunked in the center of the table as if all six of us were going to share it like a pitcher. The salt on the rim was clumped. I took one sip and was overwhelmed like I had just taken a drink of ocean water. I think the tranny made my drink instead of the bartender and it must have put the salt on after pouring my drink by trying to put wet little globs of salt on the edge by hand. I was already over the whole experience and didn't want to complain so I drank my salty margarita and proceeded to get immediately plastered. I don't think there was any margarita mix in it at all! Just straight tequila and salt! Hope it really was the hornitos, but I'll never know.
We did not tip and got out of there sheepishly as quick as we could, but mom slipped the busboy a 20. I had a great drunken conversation with her on the way home as she wanted to pick my brain about trannies.

Off topic but I just hate restaurant dining so much. Tipping is one thing I hate but the long waits suck and ever since service industry workers could connect on social media I feel like they all ramp each other up about how abused they are these days that they even treat normal customers like assholes. We are nice, we don't ask for much, we do tip, please just, I dunno, look at our table every once in awhile and notice that we're probably done?

 

[EllenDrawsRapeOfHerHaters]

I saw either a tween hipster or a pooner. She had Harry Potter glasses and a similar haircut. Supposedly ten year olds are declaring they're trans . I really hope she's just a normal kid with questionable fashion choices.

 

[Treatlerite]

Hi all, back with more tales from Troon Campus.
I mentioned earlier that I have a handful of trannies I'm forced to co-operate with in my CS classes, one of which is always "anime girl" running everywhere and holding the edge of his jacket (Of course, it's always the same jacket) like it's a dress. Very repulsive. I was forcibly paired with him in a lab the other week and it was probably one of the worst co-operative experiences of my life. It took so much out of me I skipped the following week's lab out of not wanting to possibly deal with another tranny (I also kept losing the will to type up the encounter).

Spoiler: Tranny coding experience

It was like 10AM in the morning and I was seated between a normal male and the AGP. I couldn't really tell if the name on the chart was male or female, so I was hoping I was working with the dude next to me. Unfortunately, his partner was just late. The tranny had his head just completely flat on the desk (I would later find this is his normal resting state when not doing anything. He has long hair that gets everywhere when he does this and he has no regard for how that may affect your space). We spent the first 10 minutes or so doing an individual assignment before the partnered one, so when it was time to work together he finally remembered he was in a classroom and not his gooncave and perked up.

He says absolutely nothing to me while I'm pulling up the instructions for the assignment, forcing me to take the initiative and ask if he'd prefer we work on the code together or take turns switching off on one of our laptops. He finally opens his mouth to speak and I cannot put into words how awful and horrifying his voice sounds. Just imagine that teenage boy phase where your voice is all squeaky, but with a clear attempt at a "feminine" tone thats so unpracticed he is quite literally yelling at you. It was so loud and off-putting that the guy at the table in front of us looked over his shoulder in bewilderment, identified the source of the noise, then decided he knew better than to stare and went back to his work. AGP squawks that he's not comfortable with other people using his laptop (I wonder why) so we use mine. He also said something about "being at the whim of whoever he's partnered with", showing he basically had no identity for how he prefers to problem solve or do work. (A bit of an aside but I'm finding pushover trannies are the kinds I hate the most. They are the absolute kings of weaponized incompetence).

I start reading the instructions and trying to work through the coding problem on my computer, sharing my thought process out loud as it is a two-person task and we're supposed to collaborate. Because I decided to be a good student and work partner and actually allow him to input his thoughts, he took that inch and turned it into a mile. Suddenly, he wasn't so "at my whim" and more interjecting and trying to correct every little decision I was making. Mind you, this is all in his squeaky boygirl voice and I'm trying to hold back the urge to outright laugh at him half of the time. When I hand my laptop over to him for him to do his own segments, his code is formatted and spaced horribly. When he creates variables, he names them quirky shit like "heck" and "aaaa". Maybe it's a bit nitpicky to complain about concise labeling in small programs only meant for classroom purposes, but it just irritates me because of how strongly professionalism is pushed in these courses. Not to mention, where do you get off telling me how to code when you can't even follow basic etiquette? Whenever we'd switch back it was a headache trying to make sense of what he wrote (though at least it worked), making my job twice as hard.

Also of note is another equally annoying tranny being loud and disruptive from another table all while this is going on, also "joke" yelling at his partner. He's one of those Tumblr types who thinks being loud, rude and expressive comes off as endearing like it does in anime / cartoons, but he just comes off as a pushy, annoying freak. The men in the class seem to either tolerate it or play along. I'm really dreading the day I inevitably get paired with that one.

Somehow, in spite of everything, we finished early. I feel very little satisfaction as he closes up shop, gets up abruptly and then sprints at full speed with his spinny skirt magic to spread his girlpower elsewhere. It's worth nothing that on two other occasions with him entering and exiting buildings, one time he nearly barreled into me while exiting and another he ran inside without bothering to hold the door open even though I was right behind him. I open doors for other ladies and vice versa all the time. It's not a "gentleman" thing, sister! Anyway, I suspect with how much of a """safe space""" this campus is and my major of choice I'll be a semi-regular of this thread. Good for people who wanna read, bad for me when I just wanna live.

Also, if anyone is wondering about an update on the tranny roommate I've posted about (Yes, a roommate), I don't have much of anything new because I avoid him like the plague and do well not to think about him if I don't have to. He makes our bathroom disgusting and unusable and I refuse to clean mess that isn't mine, so I'm really looking forward to literally doing trans genocide by telling him to clean up soon.

 

[Kiska]

Spoiler: Tranny coding experience

As someone who also goes to a Trooniversity, I can relate to a lot of those experiences and hope for the best when it comes to you and your dorm shenanigans. Honestly examples like the fact that the troon can't be assed to even format their own code, something that a good number of IDEs literally do for you (like pycharm can) is quite the red flag in itself. Also I honestly should get towards calling some of the local pooners not man enough like that door thing because they couldn't emotionally handle a Turning Point USA club flyer being on a wall to the point that they tore almost all of those flyers down within a day and a half like how locusts swarm a crop.

 

[Dr. Butt]

As usual, they go out like plague doctors in a situation where the only pestilence in the room is themselves.

The mask is actually to stop your own germs from getting out, so troons are correct to wear one in public.

 

[indomitable snowman]

Observations: I tried to get a whiff and seemed to detect a harsh plastic like odor. Strange!

The work tranny near me also has a harsh chemical/plastic odor.

Recently saw a tranny at a pizza shop. He towered over the actual woman there.

In an airport I saw what I think was a MtF child with his mom. Was hard to tell, but I'm 90% sure it was. He appeared to be a 12/13 year old boy with long hair and pierced ears. The mom had a liberal Karen phenotype. I felt instantly sad and angry.

 

[sheepworldvizor]

troon in my work building

He was hanging around the elevator and I carefully avoided meeting his gaze. Short skirt, somehow seemed to manage styling his hair (in a way the women don’t bother with, like curled), and he was NOT comfy in his skin. I could see him checking his pointed heel shoes and looking anxiously around. Again, none of the real women dress like this or act like this.

He wasn’t gross, so much as obviously wrong.

In the end we left him and took the stairs.

Edit to add: next time I will try and get in the elevator with him to check for plastic odor.

 

[Pattern Juggler]

Saw two different trannies while out shopping yesterday. Both were late teens/ early twenties, fat, and clearly autistic. First made no attempt to pass beyond long hair and man tits, second made more effort but had such a brick shaped build it's truly laughable he's even trying.

 

[Lady Bizness]

After-work function gathering at a popular social spot. I'm getting really tired of looking at this one tranny bartender that's always there with a stank face and his stupid little tube tits giggling around in a crop top. Wear a bra you creep.
Like, who is this look for? He's clean and has decent if receding hair but the larp of being a sexy bartender getting tips is too much. Anyway, added to the other anti-tranny graffiti in the bathroom.
... those "tits" really do live rent free in my mind, they're so ridiculous. Pointy, gapped, wall-eyed, floppy. I wish I could send a video of this dude to my insecure teenage self.

 

[A Fly on the wall]

Waited a week or so to post this but I had an incredibly annoying experience with a group of troons the other day.

I'm a bartender so I have to put up with a lot of shit in work but for a college town I've seen a very small amount of troons in the couple of years I've done it for. That all changed. Some morbidly obese troon appears at my bar, hes the same size of like a caricature of fat Americans from a political cartoon but despite his size i instantly clocked him. He then realized and purposefully ordered the most annoying drink to make on the whole menu for him and his weird slightly less fat pooner friend who looked like she'd been pulled up from the ground a few hours before. Both of them smelled like gunt too, but that don't surprise me seeing as they're both too fucking fat to fit in a shower

 

[A Fly on the wall]

After-work function gathering at a popular social spot. I'm getting really tired of looking at this one tranny bartender that's always there with a stank face and his stupid little tube tits giggling around in a crop top. Wear a bra you creep.
Like, who is this look for? He's clean and has decent if receding hair but the larp of being a sexy bartender getting tips is too much. Anyway, added to the other anti-tranny graffiti in the bathroom.
... those "tits" really do live rent free in my mind, they're so ridiculous. Pointy, gapped, wall-eyed, floppy. I wish I could send a video of this dude to my insecure teenage self.

This is why I love the fact that my GM hates troons as much as I do. She's fully aware of the problems they cause and in a bar environment on a busy Saturday some annoying tranny is the last thing you need.

 

[Kat Kommander]

Met a MtF tranny/genderblob at the bus stop near my city's art college. He was tall, with greasy hair half-tied in a ponytail (top tied half was dyed black and the lower one on the back is dyed blond), wearing pink ugly "girly" clothes. He was still young, maybe 17 or 18 years of age. I really hope he grows out of this tranny bullshit.

 

[Starscream's Loyalty]

I was bored at the airport a few days ago and was playing around with my camera....when I smelled it. The fake testosterone and body order. With a hint of sadness. 'Whom dares to offend my senses?!' I thought.

Behold, tiny teenage poonerella!

Spoiler: Poonerlla

The soft features, lack of Adam's apple, and unconfident stance pinged my fellow true and honest woman radar. The neck too.

 

[Fat Black Woman]

There's a tranny crackhead hooker in my neighborhood with one eye who looks like Fetty Wap. I genuinely like him because he's unbelievably sheisty and spends a lot of time palming Reese's Cups in the liquor store and trying to sell EBT cards to people inside the Family Dollar. He gets a lot of business because black guys love to buttfuck trannies on the down low.

There was also this very tiny, hunched sort of goblin tranny with giant hair like a debauched Amy Winehouse who everyone called Miss Hollywood who disappeared during Covid and I never saw him again. One time he stole my can opener that I brought from home right off the counter when I worked at this pizza place. Never let a tranny use your can opener.

I also knew this AGP transbian commie gun enthusiast troon who was absolutely autistic and infuriating. He was one of those troons who joined the military and then trooned out. He stole a litter of kittens from their mother in the field by his parents' house and brought them to my doorstep even though I said I didn't want them. I still have the two sisters. They're wonderful cats, but I had to bottle feed them because he took them from their mom so early. They were still blind and their ears were curled. I hated that motherfucker. He constantly interrupted me and talked down to me and badgered me to buy him food when he lived with his parents at like 28. His idea of a good time was trying to make us watch him play Dwarf Fortress with the ASCII.

 

[Fapcop]

Ppp

I was bored at the airport a few days ago and was playing around with my camera....when I smelled it. The fake testosterone and body order. With a hint of sadness. 'Whom dares to offend my senses?!' I thought.

Behold, tiny teenage poonerella!

Spoiler: Poonerlla

The soft features, lack of Adam's apple, and unconfident stance pinged my fellow true and honest woman radar. The neck too.
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Also the round Harry Potter glasses. Idk what the fascination with them is for pooners, they seem to all wear them.

 

[AfghanBlue]

I was bored at the airport a few days ago and was playing around with my camera....when I smelled it. The fake testosterone and body order. With a hint of sadness. 'Whom dares to offend my senses?!' I thought.

Behold, tiny teenage poonerella!

Spoiler: Poonerlla

The soft features, lack of Adam's apple, and unconfident stance pinged my fellow true and honest woman radar. The neck too.
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HAH that's one of those Nike mini backpacks but it looks like a normal size one on her kekek

 

[indomitable snowman]

The wispy goatee is something no man would ever grow and show publicly.



Edit: proven wrong by this satanist:

The most Satanic thing about all this is this dude's fucking DISGUSTING beard.

What the FUCK is this shit dawg??
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[Miriam Margoyles]

I saw a straight couple LARPing as a gay couple yesterday, holding hands. Both were dressed in a matching style, both with denim jackets and shaved heads. However, I instantly knew they were a man and a LARPing pooner, given the latter's narrow, female shoulders and smaller frame. The thing that absolutely cinched it, though? The big red 'HE/HIM' pronoun pin on the pooner's lapel. You know, just like a real gay man would wear.

Which got me thinking, are pronoun pins the most pointless fucking things in the world and a monument to trans hubris or what? They'd literally only work if EVERYBODY ELSE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD wore them, but only trannies ever do. The only thing you're doing, as a troon wearing a pronoun pin, is adding to the already long list of things that help normal people clock you. Bit of an own goal, if you ask me.

 

[Amin Yasister]

Surely if you are look for a pronoun pin, you are just looking for their tits?