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[The Noticer]

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I'm sure choosing to be a belligerent retard faggot will bring Elon Jr all manner of success.

 

[Satan SoJoe]

Not the best place to ask but i was wondering if anyone remembers that song that was made by a TERF about trannies, i vividly remember talking about "ginger boys" in the lyrics, it was featured in this site at some point and that's how i found it, the song its obviously almost impossible to find, i had it on my music collection but my HDD got aids. and i need to rebuild.

 

[𝕺𝖑' 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖔]

I wish just one woman would call them out for claiming to feel cramps from an organ they do no have.

If I ever hear a troon saying this bullshit irl I'm going to kick him in the nuts and start complaining about my phantom ball pain.

 

[Stupid Sexy Flanders]

Not the best place to ask but i was wondering if anyone remembers that song that was made by a TERF about trannies, i vividly remember talking about "ginger boys" in the lyrics, it was featured in this site at some point and that's how i found it, the song its obviously almost impossible to find, i had it on my music collection but my HDD got aids. and i need to rebuild.

Ginger Male Market Failure.

https://soundcloud.com/mabel-h-anomancha/amy-ginger-male-market-failure

There's a few versions of the song.

 

[Miriam Margoyles]

Behold, the sanest troons:
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For a demographic that are True and Honest females who have ALWAYS BEEN female, trans women sure do seem to partake in and enjoy the male gaze an awful lot.

I do enjoy this particular response, though:

Alas it was fleeting:

"Maybe don't be an absolutely hopeless gigacoomer?"
"UM, WOW, JUDGEMENTAL MUCH? YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE EVIL HATEFUL CATHOLIC CHURCH THAT MY FUNDIE CONSERVATIVE MOM USED TO FORCE ME TO GO TO, THAT I'M STILL NOT OVER IN ADULTHOOD!! DAWKINS BE PRAISED!!"

Guys, do you remember when Winnie the Pooh went hunting Heffalumps and Woozles using honey as bait, not because Heffalumps and Woozles especially like honey, but because that's the kind of bait that would've worked on Winnie the Pooh?

 

[Miriam Margoyles]

Actually, no, you know what? I know exactly what these porn-addled tranny freaks' preoccupation with lesbians reminds me of.

That time when Avid Merrion dressed up as a lesbian to meet TaTu, who were visibly confused and frightened by him.

This show came out in the early 2000s, and somehow, back then, we could all see how ridiculous and creepy this shit was, but now, in 2025, where the inmates are running the asylum, you'd be considered a hateful, transphobic bigot even for pitching this idea.

 

[countrybumpkin]

 

[Niggolash]

Guys, do you remember when Winnie the Pooh went hunting Heffalumps and Woozles using honey as bait, not because Heffalumps and Woozles especially like honey, but because that's the kind of bait that would've worked on Winnie the Pooh?

Proving once against that the more you understand autism, the easier it is to understand troon behavior.

 

[Vott]

This is what the second guy looks like btw.

Alatariel__ / Tobiiiaaas / tobiasogforrest / TobyForrest / tobyforrest_ / Toby Forrest / Tobias Forrest / Tobias O G Forrest
DOB: October 4th 1992, 32 year old Doctor Who fan from the Trinity Parish of Jersey Island, Originally from the UK. Graduated from the University of Winchester in 2015 after majoring in creative writing. He currently builds lego sets and has a belly fetish, He also likes to upload his cat.
He's starred in a couple television shows such as Holby City, Casualty and The Feed. He now works for the Jersey Government in the Department of Children.

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On the Roof, By Tobias Forrest on his Wordpress. A

It’s funny, isn’t it? We never expect to find ourselves on the roof and nothing can prepare us for when it actually happens. I don’t even know what I’m doing up here. No, that’s a lie. I do know why I’m up here. I don’t think I’m ready to tell you yet.

Come on, take a deep breath, focus. Not you, I was talking to myself. Don’t give me that look this isn’t some fucking freak show. I can feel the wind on my back. I can see for miles. Everything is so much clearer up here. I can even taste the rain in the sky. Anyway, why did you come?

So, that’s why. Huh. I figured it would be because of…well you know who I’m talking about. I’m glad you came. There, I said it. I fucking said it. Stay where you are mind, I don’t need you tripping over your shoelaces or something stupid. See, I still care. Hey man, I’m not even laughing, I swear I’m not! Okay, maybe just a little.

Did you know buildings sway in the wind? You don’t notice these things on the ground. But up here, with my legs hanging over the edge, I can really feel it. It sways from left to right and right to left. Okay, okay, I get it. You want to know why I’m doing all of this. I need you to promise me something. Shut up, let me finish. I need you to promise that you won’t try to stop what’s going to happen. There’s that stare again. Trust me I don’t have to look to see it.


I guess it all started with a guy. Hey, let me have my Disney Princess moment! Shut it you know I’m the better princess. Wait, where the fuck was I? Do you remember the party? Mandy’s house? Yeah, of course you do. That’s where I met him. I’d been feeling kinda down and I guess I went to the party as some kind of stupid gesture. It was getting late, I was fucked and you…well you were passed out on the couch snoring your little head off. Fuck knows where Mandy was. I remember somebody crying. That was probably her.


Anyway I was off my face in the kitchen having a fag. It’s a wonder I even remember any of this. Just call me Superman I guess. So this guy approaches me from outside. Don’t ask me why he was outside, how the fuck should I know? He was outside and then he was inside. He approaches me and I offer him one of my cigs. He takes it and starts twirling it between his fingers. And we start talking. And I’m saying whatever shit comes to mind. I keep expecting him to realise. Surely he’s gonna suss me and get the hell out of there? But he doesn’t.




He puts his hand on my face. I’m a little thrown, you know? I don’t move his hand. Suddenly I’ve got my hand on his waist and I’m drawing him towards me. Neither of us are talking any more. What is there to be said? I can feel a monster in my chest screaming, pounding, wailing. It’s tearing my insides apart just to be free. So, I kiss him. And he kisses me back. And it feels…amazing. The monster in my chest is purring. It’s like taking a fistful of ecstasy. No, it’s much, much better than that. He gives me his number and tells me to call him.


I waited a week. I don’t know why but I guess I didn’t want to seem too keen. Ha, I saw you laugh there. Don’t think I didn’t notice! I call him and it rings six times before he answers. He recognises my voice. I can’t remember the last time somebody recognised me from my voice. We talk for an hour. Maybe it was two. Suddenly I’ve got the courage and I’m asking him out. Nothing fancy. A walk down at the pier.


It’s Friday evening. I’m waiting beside the Pier Café. Where we arranged. He arrives on time. We go for the walk. Right to the end of the pier. At the end I climb on to the granite wall and just sit there watching this brilliant purple sunset. He climbs up beside me and puts his arm around my shoulder. And then I’m holding his other hand in mine. We watch the sun fade from the sky. I know people are staring at us. Look at the queers I hear some drunk slur as he staggers past clutching his alcoholic can. Nothing can touch us. We felt invincible.


It’s properly dark by now and we’re still sitting on the pier wall. I haven’t even moved my hand from his. I kiss him. Just on the cheek. Nothing fancy. We get down from the wall and start to walk back up to the café. It’s almost pitch black. We go past the café and turn on to a narrow road. There’s no light here either except for that old flickering streetlamp. We don’t care. It’s fun in the dark. It’s sexy. It’s dangerous.


And that’s when they came. Out of the dark. And we’re pulled apart. I’m screaming. He’s yelling. A hail of baseball bats rains down on him and knock him to the ground. I’m cowering on the pavement with my head in my hands not daring to even look. I hear laughter. I hear drunken celebrations. They don’t even touch me. They never touched me. Their voices fade away and I finally summon the courage to lift my head. And I see him just lying there. His eyes are open. Staring. There’s a streak of still wet blood down his right cheek where only half an hour ago I’d kissed him. I know he’s dead. I know there’s nothing I can do. But I have to do something. So, I fumble in my pocket for my phone.


They told me. Down at the hospital. He suffered a brain haemorrhage from the first blow. He was already dead and they kept hitting him and hitting him and hitting him. Who does that? He was targeted. I know that now. They left me because I was nothing to them. Just another closeted poof he’d picked up. He was the real prize. I know one day it’ll be my turn.

You think I’m going to jump, don’t you? You think that’s why I’m sitting on the edge. I wish it could be that simple. Look, my hands are trembling. I can’t even hold this cigarette steady. It’s been six months. If I was gonna kill myself I would’ve done it by now. I’m too much of a coward even for that. Oh, but it would be spectacular, wouldn’t it? All I have to do is push forward and I’m falling. You wouldn’t even have a chance to stop me. I’d be falling and then, just like that, I’d slam straight into the ground extinguish my fucking worthless life.


But, no, I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to give them that satisfaction. What would my obituary even say? Depressed loner throws himself off building. Hardly the way I wanna go. When I go there’s gonna be fire. There’s gonna be splendour. There’s gonna be a fucking party! That’s how I’ll go.

Well, here we are. I’m sitting here. You’re standing over there. I guess it’s time I actually looked at you. When I said I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction what I really meant was I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction. That’s right, I saw you. You may not have hit him yourself but you were there. You were with them. And that’s what I really can’t get my head around. You’ve known all this time and you’ve never once asked how I am. You’ve never once had the fucking courage to tell me why. So, now’s your chance to put things right.


I guess I never really expected you to admit it. I never thought you’d break down and cry and beg for forgiveness. You weren’t one for surprises. You made a mistake that night. That’s easy, we’ve all done that. I want to see a way forward. For you. I want to forgive you. I’m not there yet. One day, maybe. So, you just keep standing there. Watch the sun set and the moon rise. Watch the street life down below. Watch the mum’s push their buggies. Watch the queers hold hands and laugh and joke and smile. Watch all of that. And know that I have never felt so alive as I do right now, here on this roof with you. You see I’m not afraid of who I am any more. You’re afraid. You’re terrified. You don’t know what you are. You have no idea at all. Who am I? I’m just another queer. And you can’t bring me down.

He's had a lot of short lived careers over the years, He's a Communications Officer for children now in education.

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[MetokurGroomedMe]

Alatariel__ / Tobiiiaaas / TobyForrest / Toby Forrest / Tobias Forrest / Tobias O G Forrest
32 year old Doctor Who fan from Jersey Island, UK. Graduated from the University of Winchester in 2015 after majoring in creative writing.
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all the pictures of him from before he became a looney troon just really reiterates a point we've all internalized at this stage; porn addiction hit internet nerd communities (especially during covid) like a nuclear bomb hits a pygmy marmoset.

"UM, WOW, JUDGEMENTAL MUCH? YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE EVIL HATEFUL CATHOLIC CHURCH THAT MY FUNDIE CONSERVATIVE MOM USED TO FORCE ME TO GO TO, THAT I'M STILL NOT OVER IN ADULTHOOD!! DAWKINS BE PRAISED!!"

the loss of real life, tangible interpersonal connections has been a tragedy for the modern era, and it has created from its rotten womb two generations of neurotic, self-obsessed, self-hating terminally online autists who, 20 years ago, would have been made to get out in the world and make friends even if they felt a little hesitant about it, and they'd have gone on to be the kind of introverts who still go out with their friends, and had lan parties, and holiday get-togethers.

you ever notice that's one of the last remaining vestiges of human contact a lot of people like this end up with, having to go downstairs for family dinners at least on holidays, and how much they resent that? the common meme of hating coming out of your room to interact with people you don't get along extremely well with, or who you don't share a lot of interests. and sure, it started with gamers and regular autists, but of course it did. who is the most common demographic to troon out, after all?

 

[Dolly Brooks]

Behold, the sanest troons:
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Alas it was fleeting:
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OP is so close to getting it and getting better, sad.

I’m dying at the responses over here. “How dare you call us the perverted freaks that we are. Puritans!!! TERFs!!!! Let grippy sock girls have fun! WDYM male gayz??? We’re lesbians over here!”

Their parents just need to cut their wi-fi and phone service and nature will start to heal.

 

[Frofo Baggis]

This person has truly achieved agender in the sense that they are so ugly, it's actually hard to tell if they're a man or woman. It's a woman though, and a mother of two children as well.


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Full Name: Indigo Wren
Real Name: Alison Insco
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[The Skeksis Emperor]

32 year old Doctor Who fan from Jersey Island, UK. Graduated from the University of Winchester in 2015 after majoring in creative writing. He currently has a belly fetish and likes to upload his cat.

We really need to find a cure for autism. He could have been a rugby Chad and a cool dude at the local pub, and now he's this. Grim.

 

[Potato Burrito]

We really need to find a cure for autism.

This is an attack on Kiwi Farms and I will not stand for it. Where would we be without autism??

 

[Super Mario Brothers]

I technically took this screenshot yesterday and didn't really have time to post it. I don't really know if this belongs in another thread or not.

But yesterday, I was brainlessly scrolling Reddit and then this raped my eyes:


There was a Pikachu one as well, but with an embroidered heart on the tail (male Pikachus in the game have square tail ends, and female Pikachus have heart shaped ends). The implications of what it was trying to push was still pretty horrifying. However, I didn't get to screenshot it and I wasn't sure if it was removed from the sub or not.

 

[Xev]

We really need to find a cure for autism. He could have been a rugby Chad and a cool dude at the local pub, and now he's this. Grim.

Agreed. In theory he could have ended up being a normal guy at least looks-wise. But then you read this and realize how hopeless he is: currently builds lego sets and has a belly fetish, He also likes to upload his cat.

 

[Super Mario Brothers]

There was a Pikachu one as well, but with an embroidered heart on the tail (male Pikachus in the game have square tail ends, and female Pikachus have heart shaped ends). The implications of what it was trying to push was still pretty horrifying. However, I didn't get to screenshot it and I wasn't sure if it was removed from the sub or not.

Nevermind, I found it. It's still there and I wonder if I was just really tired and couldn't find it last night.

Bonus:

 

[Chickenpolar]

Couple BSKY reactions to World Athletics reimplementing sex testing.

https://kiwifarms.st/threads/mtfs-in-womens-sports-title-ix-demolition.164473/post-20922297

First, a handmaiden:

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And A True And Honest Woman

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The reason they have to test is Khelif/Semenya/Babra Benda is we can tell with our eyes but activists lie and gaslight.

But he's right, we can tell (navy vet by the way):

 

[cold comfort]

Behold, the sanest troons:
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Alas it was fleeting:
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OP is so close to getting it and getting better, sad.

hmmm

Spoiler: nonstop roleplay posts

 

[Amber the Hedgehog]

They are just saying that merely possessing a Y chromosome gives an almost insurmountable advantage, which is why they aren't sex testing men. They don't think trans men stand a chance against cis men. It's just misogyny. It's always just been misogyny

That's correct but technically not the reason. What we call male sport is most of the time the open category and you don't need testing since both males and females are welcome.