Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild

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I encountered one today while at work. I didn't entirely catch on, at first, but then I noticed he was wearing bright pink nail polish. This was after I'd called him "sir" once or twice. Other signs were his long hair (a light brown with grey; probably in his 50s), his ill-fitting clothes, scraggly half-shaven beard, and somewhat high-sounding voice. I don't think he was of the coolest temper either, as when I was checking him out he became upset when his credit card wouldn't work properly. I told him he might have to go to Customer Service about it, to which he threw up his hands and left his merchandise.

What made the sighting funnier/more memorable was that one of my coworkers (an older black woman) corrected me, at first, after he'd gone. I later pointed out that the only feminine things about him were his hair and the nail polish, which she was rather surprised by. There's a potential FtM also, but she might just be a lesbian. Haven't seen enough of her to properly tell.
 
seen one just now on an elevator. Photo speaks for itself.

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I have seen many in the wild on days where there were protests. Too many to describe, literally what you see on twitter. Bad make up, bad clothing, clockable from far away. Always wrapped in that awful flag.
Now, there are two I want to share

One was wearing a black miniskirt, with fishnets underneath. Combat boots / Dr Martens. I don't remember the top, but it was another "baddie"/sexy top. Hello Kitty tiny backpack. Of course he was very tall and had a five o'clock shadow

This other one was a photo sent to me by a friend while he was on holiday. From the live reporting from friend, this man was dancing suggestively in the middle of the town square! With children around, of course. In between dances he was also trying to sell people anime drawings (maybe portraits).
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At an event, get talking to a young guy who reminds me of dozens of friends and acquaintances from when I was younger and involved in "the arts." Dressed like Seattle 1995, bad grown out haircut, hunched over a drink in the corner. Turns out he shared a lot of my old-time interests, we got to talking about technical stuff, his current projects, all that stuff. Good times.

Next day someone is talking to me about the event and keeps calling him "they." Apparently this prototypical "guy who does woodblock engraving prints, formulates his own custom inks, and plays in a band that is a thinly veiled ripoff of The Smiths" is trooning out and now going by the name Violet.

Feels bad.

seen one just now on an elevator. Photo speaks for itself.

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I can't make sense of proportions here. Bean bro must be like 4'6 or else that troon is punching through the ceiling.
 
at a party right now (big enough event for the scene) and the most prominent troons have tails on their pants. watching them play ddr is nightmarish

i don't think they're just attached to the beltline.
I want to get back into playing DDR again (cardio, nostalgiafagging, etc) but the new population that does it seem to be quite... unhinged.
 
seen one just now on an elevator. Photo speaks for itself.

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I imagine the smell was horrific. Not even the aroma of the pizza could provide a hint of relief.

This is actually one of the few things I miss about living in the bug hive, where these things freely roam. I used to get so much satisfaction bursting out laughing as I passed them on the street, or on public transit. They’d look towards me, either sheepish or angry. But I’d be looking at my phone, before glancing over at them with a shit-eating grin. Therefore, they’d be questioning whether I was laughing at them, or at something on the phone. I can only imagine the paranoia, I-WAS-CLOCKED embarrassment, and second-guessing this set off in their minds. The resulting mental anguish must’ve been great.

I modeled the laughs after Dudley Moore’s in Arthur (1981), and I actually used the below line when one of them got offended and stared me down like a hawk. Good times!
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This is one of the things that makes me actually miss living in the bug hive, where these things freely roam. I used to get so much satisfaction bursting out laughing as I passed them on the street, or on public transit. They’d look towards me, either sheepish or angry. But I’d be looking at my phone, before glancing over at them with a shit-eating grin. Therefore, they’d be questioning whether I was laughing at them, or at something on the phone.
I like saying "haha man" or "YWNBAW" from behind and just to the side, so they wonder if they heard correctly or if it was their deepest fears and doubts externalizing in the form of schizo hallucinations once again.
 
I like saying "haha man" or "YWNBAW" from behind and just to the side, so they wonder if they heard correctly or if it was their deepest fears and doubts externalizing in the form of schizo hallucinations once again.
Lots of fun to reply to their declaration of pronouns or stupid names with “oh. How fashionable”. Preferably with a slight smirk and stress on the ‘fashion’ part.

Polite put-downs are so much fun.
 
I saw a pooner a couple of days ago at the convenience store as I was checking out. Had a full beard and was wearing loose cargo pants, but she was only about 4 foot and had the typical petite frame that betrays most pooners. The main takeaway was that I clocked her by how she walked, which I never thought possible. I don't how to put it in words, maybe certain women have a gait or stride men don't? All I know is my ape brain detected her in my peripheral, said "that's a lady", and then I look over to a tiny lil' dood with a beard. They really are like skinwalkers, you get a faint Twilight-Zone feeling looking at them, but you ultimatley just feel sad for them (unlike the male troons).
I work with a man that could be described as "goblinequese". He is legit 4'5" to my {glorias 5'7" female big tittied self} but he is so clearly a man. Meanwhile these lil' pooners cant even hold a door for a woman right. Smh. There's a different caste when you cant even do "being polite" well.
 
Had a brief encounter with a pooner, typical scraggly type, today. She informed me that she worked for the railway station doing customer service. I cannot even describe how hard it was to not say, "Stay strong trains is hard job". I'm too much of a pussy though, would not have been able to handle the meltdown lol. Still, you cannot imagine the smile on my face as I learned this news.
 
Only had three tranny encounters in my life. A long time ago working a retail job as a teenager, someone (I'm assuming one of my co-workers) "misgendered" the tranny and they raised a shitfit to the manager.

Other two times were during my current job. One was a hulking Troon with a unibrow, unkempt hair and had the classic autism thousand yard stare. The other was a rail thin, malnourished looking dude with a party city wig.
 
Last week my girlfriend and I went on our weekly dinner date to a sushi place a friend recommended to me. We were quickly seated, and the ambiance of the moody, dimly lit restaurant was pleasant but a bit performative. The sort of millenial/zoomer place you go to take photos for your Instagram. What was not pleasant was our server. We both clocked him as a man as he approached us wearing an odd combination of which could best be described as formal Y2K. After I put in my order this guy basically only talked to my girlfriend, to the point where she told me in between bites of food, "This guy is making me uncomfortable." It wasn't explicit or felt like harassment, but he was definitely abusing social etiquitte to keep pestering her, as trannies do.
She stopped entertaining him around the second time he stopped by to check in on how our meal was and began handing off any questions he would ask her to me. Dude would ask her a question, get redirected to me, then turn his head again to ask her another question, I'd respond, etc. He did not like it at all, watching his tone and facial expressions change from flirtatious with her to monotonous with me was enjoyable. We finished eating without incident and thankfully he stopped coming around as much after getting the hint.

Did not tip, gave bad online review, will not be returning. The sushi was very good, however.
Funniest part of the story was my gf's unprompted tirade on how annoyed she is with trannies as we walked around after. I love how trannies can't help but turn women into Nazis. Every troon is peaking the women around him just by existing :).
 
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