Dylan James Mulvaney / Days of Girlhood / Day __ of Being a Girl - Dylan Explains It All, a gay man interprets 'girlhood' in all glorious technicolor.

[Tragi-Chan]

Does this ugly discount Fallout ghoul really think he'll be accepted well in the British Caliphate? I'm sure the friendly neighborhood Pakis will appreciate the freak in a dress moving in.

They won’t do shit. He’s not going to be moving to Bradford or somewhere, he’s likely going to be in one of the whiter suburbs of London. He’s probably safer than in the US - at least no one’s going to shoot him.

 

[AssignedEva]

Do you think he actually reads the books for his book club? I feel like the average kiwi farmer reads more than him.

No, because as previously mentioned, his "book club" is on Allstora, which is just RuPaul's dropshipping scam wired into the Ingram wholesale catalogue. Before the company had the filters set up properly, you could buy a RuPaul endorsed copy of The Protocols of the Elders of Zion on there. Nobody currently involved in that company cares about books.

Probably depends on the part of Britain Dylan is in. No way there’s a venture outside the posh bubble.

He's seems to be walking down Dawes Road towards Fulham Broadway in the video, and the parts he's walking through don't exactly scream "tourist destination" (but are very well heeled). I have to assume he was visiting a friend and is now planning to move to a posh West London residential street.
I hope that friend isn't Amelia Dimoldenberg, because he just met her at Coachella and I like her

 

[Disability Fat]

I predict it'll largely be a publicity stunt, possibly with a fake tantrum over passport sex markers to drum up attention.

 

[Thumb Butler]

“There’s something about being here that makes me feel like, um, people have been so kind, and um, I just, the theater culture’s amazing, and um, Percy Pigs are my favorite”

This quote really shows what an airhead he is.

 

[My cravat doesn't flutter]

This quote really shows what an airhead he is.

The fact that the only explicitly British thing he mentioned was the candy that's just been released stateside via Target is telling. If you were to ask most Americans to name a British candy right now, they'd probably name Percy Pig.

 

[A Cat in a Minefield]

I hope that friend isn't Amelia Dimoldenberg, because he just met her at Coachella and I like her

I really do hope Amelia isn't stupid enough to let him anywhere near her. If he joins her on her YouTube chicken shop thing we know it's over.

 

[My cravat doesn't flutter]

How long until Russell T. Davies casts him in Disney Who?

 

[Oliver Onions]

I'm all for this because he'd probably move to London --he seems like the kind of retard who thinks the UK is just London and a handful of fields-- and the local blacks and arabs would be quick to give him the authentic LAHNDAHN experience:

 

[Drifty Shifter]

Move to Dubai, get a rooftop apartment, make it way easy for the Muslim hospitality to sweep you off your feet!

I think Britain is more than Islamic enough at this point that the results would be the same either way.

 

[Depressed_Oni]

You've taken our money, our empire and shoved your goy slop in our faces but sending this "thing" to us is by far the worst thing America has ever threatened to do to us.

Dylan moving to the UK will be the British Equivalent to the Rodney King beating in LA. lol, lmao even

 

[Anasa Tristis]

So does he really mean it or is this more attention-grabbing?

Probably a little of both. I wonder if the response he’s gotten from his book, podcast and book club has been less than awesome and it’s time for a little upgrade and a new steady gig in an entirely new location. He can never completely shed and forget the Bud Light fiasco here. But he probably can there. He can work Dylan does London on TikTok for quite a while on the side while playing glamorous Ex Pat and London actor. Leaving the US to do live theater there has its own cachet. Not every American actor who tries that pulls it off. So succeeding in that could be a personal goal and an opportunity to say Fuck You to the States.

He’ll probably go but it’s unlikely he’ll settle down there. Dylan has to keep moving and proving. The global It Troon’s work is never done.

I hope the tabloids follow him everywhere he goes and eats him alive when he screws up.

 

[Tasty Tatty]

Notice again how he goes from wearing that sexy black lace dress to the pink girly one.

He wants to be a woman, he can't decide which one.

You've taken our money, our empire and shoved your goy slop in our faces but sending this "thing" to us is by far the worst thing America has ever threatened to do to us.

To be fair, no country deserves this motherfucker. US should just lock him up and never allow him out under threat of cutting diplomatic relations.

 

[pooterino]

I don't know if this is frowned upon in this board but fuck it:

It's Friday, I'm bored, didn't see any updates on DY-LON so I started searching for news and came across this oldie but goldie photo.

Spoiler: YWNBAW DYLAN

Mmmmm. Look at that razor stubble/pimples. TASTE-EE

 

[Bookwork]

Weird contours - like somebody made a puppet's face in polymer clay, stepped away, and a kid came by and srunched the clay.

 

[Anasa Tristis]

I don't know if this is frowned upon in this board but fuck it:

It's Friday, I'm bored, didn't see any updates on DY-LON so I started searching for news and came across this oldie but goldie photo.

Spoiler: YWNBAW DYLAN

Mmmmm. Look at that razor stubble/pimples. TASTE-EE
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Classic Dylan.
Despite the FFS, the heavy make up, the clothes, the skeletal body and cupcake moobs, it's not just YWNBAW. It's YWABAF! (You will always be a fag.) A really hideous, stoopid fag at that.

 

[Aero the Alcoholic Bat]

Classic Dylan.
Despite the FFS, the heavy make up, the clothes, the skeletal body and cupcake moobs, it's not just YWNBAW. It's YWABAF! (You will always be a fag.) A really hideous, stoopid fag at that.

I wish I was creative enough to write up an entire copypasta for YWABAF.

 

[Anasa Tristis]

I wish I was creative enough to write up an entire copypasta for YWABAF.

I gave it a shot:

You will always be a fag. No matter how much you alter your appearance with make up, titty skittles, starvation and surgery, you are still just another aging twink that’s running out of time.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your foolishness behind closed doors. Because once a fag, always a fag.

Everyone is utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed everyone to identify fags with incredible efficiency. Even fags who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural. Your campy flailing around is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, unless he's a fag too, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second you offer your ass for railing.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. There has never been an easier time to be a fag, but you couldn’t be that banal. You had to be the global It Troon instead.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone carved in the shape of a Bud Light can and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know Dylan Mulvaney, a stupid fag, is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is digital archives that show you changed nothing by transitioning. You were born a fag, you lived as a fag, and you died a disfigured fag.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

ETA: Anyone is welcome to polish that up a bit. Maybe a mention of his TMI book?

 

[Dr. Butt]

ETA: Anyone is welcome to polish that up a bit.

Zawsze będziesz pedałem. Bez względu na to, jak bardzo zmienisz swój wygląd makijażem, cyckami, głodówką i operacją, nadal jesteś kolejnym starzejącym się młodzikiem, któremu kończy się czas.

Wszystkie „potwierdzenia”, które otrzymujesz, są dwulicowe i niezdecydowane. Za twoimi plecami ludzie z ciebie szydzą. Twoi rodzice są zniesmaczeni i zawstydzeni tobą, twoi „przyjaciele” śmieją się z twojej głupoty za zamkniętymi drzwiami. Bo raz pedał, zawsze pedał.

Każdy jest tobą całkowicie odrażający. Tysiące lat ewolucji pozwoliły każdemu identyfikować pedałów z niesamowitą skutecznością. Nawet pedały, które „przechodzą”, wyglądają niesamowicie i nienaturalnie. Twoje kiczowate machanie rękami jest oczywistym znakiem. I nawet jeśli uda ci się zabrać pijanego faceta do domu, chyba że on też jest pedałem, odwróci się i ucieknie w chwili, gdy wystawisz swój tyłek na obelgi.

Nigdy nie będziesz szczęśliwy. Każdego ranka wyrywasz sobie sztuczny uśmiech i mówisz sobie, że wszystko będzie dobrze, ale w głębi duszy czujesz, jak depresja wkrada się jak chwast, gotowa zmiażdżyć cię pod nieznośnym ciężarem. Nigdy nie było łatwiej być pedałem, ale nie mogłeś być aż tak banalny. Zamiast tego musiałeś być globalnym It Troonem.

W końcu będzie to zbyt wiele do zniesienia – kupisz linę, zawiążesz pętlę, założysz ją sobie na szyję i rzucisz się w zimną otchłań. Twoi rodzice cię znajdą, ze złamanym sercem, ale ulżeni, że nie muszą już żyć z nieznośnym wstydem i rozczarowaniem. Pochowają cię na nagrobku wyrzeźbionym w kształcie puszki Bud Light, a każdy przechodzień przez resztę wieczności będzie wiedział, że Dylan Mulvaney, głupi pedał, został tam pochowany. Twoje ciało rozłoży się i obróci w proch, a wszystko, co pozostanie z twojego dziedzictwa, to cyfrowe archiwa, które pokazują, że niczego nie zmieniłeś, przechodząc transformację. Urodziłeś się pedałem, żyłeś jak pedał i umarłeś jako oszpecony pedał.

To twój los. To twój wybór. Nie ma odwrotu.

 

[pooterino]

ETA: Anyone is welcome to polish that up a bit. Maybe a mention of his TMI book?

It's hard to improve on greatness. But why not try?

"You will always be a fag. No matter how much you alter your appearance with make up, titty skittles, horse-piss, starvation, wigs, and surgery, you are still and will always be just another aging twink that’s running out of time and collagen.

All the “validation” you think you receive is two-faced (shit, "three-faced!) and quarter-hearted. Behind your back people mock you with limp wrists, prissy prancing in pretend heels, and the astonished face normal people only make in those pictures taken when they're plunging down a huge hill on a roller-coaster. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your foolishness behind closed doors. Well, and open ones too since you're not at most doors, most of the time. You'd be surprised how casually callous "normal" people can be. But you probably won't notice. Because once a fag, always a fag.

Nearly everyone is utterly repulsed by you. Those who aren't are simply in your "tribe" and mostly consist of 250 pound saggy-man-titted basement chuds who wear trans-flag-colored socks and cat ears to match their "cute anime girl pfp" which if you or anyone in the world were tasked to compare you would pass out in laughter. Yes, even you. That's how little they pass. You... "pass." Again, because you're skinny and a twink and a theatre-faggo. That said?

Thousands of years of evolution have allowed everyone to identify males and females with incredible efficiency. Same with effeminate men. Even fags who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural. Your campy flailing around is a dead giveaway. You've heard of "blackface?" You are "womenface." Full stop. End of story. It's fuckin' sad, man. And history will probably judge you harshly. That is, if there is a future history and humanity has any chance at normalization.

Anyway...even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, unless he's a fag too, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second you offer your ass for railing. Because why? Because you smell wrong. You feel wrong (rough). You look wrong (shoulders, hands, feet). You reply wrong. Because you have a floppy dick and not a wonderfully God-wrought vagina.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression building up like a landslide ready to crash down, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. You're the pebble. Pebbles usually don't have a say in the ongoing landslide. Sorry, buddy. There has never been an easier time to be a fag, but you couldn’t be that banal. You had to be the global "It Troon" instead.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a rope, or save up a bunch of oxys or xanax, add some wine... and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, truly heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable global shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone carved in the shape of a Bud Light can (with your born, given name on it... just as your skeleton will be that of a man) and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know Dylan Mulvaney, that stupid fag, is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, yet all that will remain of your legacy is digital archives that show you changed nothing by transitioning. You were born a fag, you lived as a fag, and you died a disfigured fag. What an awful waste. I'd pray for you but I feel that your heresy is too deep already (and remember, doubt is not a sin... heresy is. Heresy is the continued belief in an incorrect thought or teaching after being told the truth.) There is no sin in simply asking "am I a woman?" But you've done so, so, so much more than that. For that I weep for you.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back."

 

[Melee Bouquet]

He can never completely shed and forget the Bud Light fiasco here. But he probably can there. He can work Dylan does London on TikTok for quite a while on the side while playing glamorous Ex Pat and London actor.

Great analysis., I can see it now... Dylan will be hyperventilating over cream teas and breathlessly explaining to all us retarded Americans that it’s JAM FIRST and then clotted cream because that’s what they do at Buckingham Palace. He'll grin ghoulishly into the camera with a scone in his boney hand, more interested in rhapsodizing about the thing than actually eating it. After aggressively praising everything, he will force himself to take an awkward bite, pantomiming daintiness and telegraphing ED.

Then we’ll get a pity party tiktok about being homesick or overwhelmed which will be immediately followed by a frantic tour of Lush’s flagship store where Dylan spazzes over their latest bath bombs. “This one reminds me of the Late Bloomer bath bomb Lush made to celebrate the release of my book Paper Doll!” he’ll insist as he grabs the pinkest one he can find and waves it at the camera like magical totem— a fetish if you will— which unlocks the female fairytale lifestyle.

I feel like Nonce-tradamus predicting this faggot’s future.