Victor Markhoff / Ana Victoria Markhoff / vvictorman_uel - Powerchair faker pooner, has every illness, allergic to Krebs cycle, bed mayo enjoyer, kicked out of house and mental hospital, constant ebeggar, applesauce heiress paid to yeet her teets

Vicki's entire non-junk food intake per day: two eggs and one cucumber.

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Do you think she’s ever seen a dick IRL?
Yes, and it didn’t care about her emotions and ended up giving her PTSD.

I think fear of their own sexuality and body is the main reason these girls become pooners. Nobody sexualizes or wants to have sex with pooners. Their dating pool dwindles to safe space danger hairs with mentals, like themselves
 
Gonna go out on a crazy limb here and say she had well-established bizarro ED eating habits long before she started getting sedentary and fat.

Bet she was an exercise purger and lost her purge method, but retained the binge phase.

You could eat all kinds of random veg with eggs and it would actually be tasty. Sweet potato, peppers and onions, even zucchini if you really needed it to be phallic.

But all of those have carbs and calories. Cucumbers are, famously to kids with EDs, mostly water.
 
Yes, and it didn’t care about her emotions and ended up giving her PTSD.

I think fear of their own sexuality and body is the main reason these girls become pooners. Nobody sexualizes or wants to have sex with pooners. Their dating pool dwindles to safe space danger hairs with mentals, like themselves

It's easy to get annoyed at the insane "just because I'm asexual doesn't mean I don't like sex with people!" tumblrkin, but for most normies, they're harmless.

They really do the most damage to the girls and boys like Vicky who can't deal with their own sexuality and liked "asexual" as a way to opt out without joining a religion or being attacked for their attitude. Now they still have to prove they're cool by pretending to be into sex, even if they're asexual.

Now there's no escape, and Vicky has to pretend she's SOOOO into sex while doing everything possible to actually deter sex from ever occurring anywhere near her. She didn't pull the "marry rich and then design handbags" thing specifically because she didn't want to have to deal with the sex.

She would have been a mid nun, but it would have been better than whatever it is she's turned herself into. Better for her, for society, and mostly for whoever it is that has to clean her room when she moves out.
 
Vicki's entire non-junk food intake per day: two eggs and one cucumber.
For the record that's like 15g of protein, while the average sedentary woman should be eating somewhere around 50+ g per day. An active, health-conscious woman might aim for 100g or more.

Anyway I'm sure Vicky's sad floppy muscles are because of a rare, incurable disease like myasthenia gravis and I hope they find out the cause soon.
 
Nobody fucking cares, Victoria.
Decided to look up the lyrics and this represents something very specific in Vicky's psyche that I find is connected to her more munchie behaviors.
[Verse 1]
I don't know how to sit still
An act of violence conducted by free will

Well, I'll answer all of your questions
I look at your face and try to gauge your expression

[music break]

[Pre-Chorus]
Into the god of the angular
I am the which one of these things is
Not like the others

[Chorus]
And I'm gonna give you my voice
Yeah I'm gonna give you my voice

[music break]

[Verse 2]
I know that nothing comes free
I weigh the cost and the reaction that comes to me

Oh, I could die for want of affection
But I'd die in the sun
Hoping everyone
Would look in my direction

[music break]

[Pre-Chorus]
Into the god of the angular
I am the which one of these things is
Not like the other

[Chorus]
And I'm gonna give you my voice
Yeah I'm gonna give you my voice

Yeah I'm gonna give you my voice
Yeah I'm gonna give you my voice
And there was an article on PBS where the singer was interviewed as well, so I'll include the relevant portion below.
“I had a breakthrough moment talking to my partner, that if my voice was the thing that was holding me back from transitioning, then I don’t think I could get behind that voice. If all I had was my voice, then that wouldn’t be enough.”

After he made the decision to take the hormones, Julian [Morris] mostly stopped writing music. What’s the point, he thought, if in a few months I won’t be able to sing my songs?

But he did write one more song. It’s called “Voice.” It’s a heavy song, with deep bass and harmonics on the guitar. While it starts low, it crescendos with the chorus “I’m going to give you my voice.” The note on the word “voice” is so belting and high that Julian knew he wouldn’t be able to sing it as his voice changed. “Voice” would be the barometer by which Julian could measure his evolution.

He started on a half dose of hormones once a week — housed in an oil and stabbed into his thigh for slow release — to see how his body would take it, so the initial changes were slow. Little Star was still playing “Voice” at their shows and Julian was hitting the note. But every time they would, Julian would wonder if it was the last time.

When he started taking the full dose, things moved more quickly. His voice began to drop and he started getting stronger. Eventually, some of the falsetto and throaty notes started fading. Julian was reaching further as he sung and it was beginning to hurt. He worried.

“My voice is already in a pretty vulnerable place and it’s changing and if I try and sing these same ways I don’t know if it’s going to work and I could damage my voice.”

Julian tried to transpose his music down to match the changes. But the falsetto, the choice of words didn’t work at a lower register. So he killed them all.

None was more powerful than the death of “Voice.” “He hit that note and he nailed that note and then he couldn’t sing it anymore,” says Value. “I just can’t emphasize enough how someone can turn songwriting into this exercise of sacrifice and meaning. I don’t think that there could be a better testament to what he went through than that song.”
Typically when describing hero complexes, it's not uncommon for people to imagine them more common in men than in women (think of the firefighters itching for a burning house to save), but I find that in women, it manifests more akin to this in which the glory is not found in heroism towards others but in the sense of "soldiering onward." It's likely been dissected in munchie threads before, but it's a very disturbing phenomenon and one that becomes even creepier when you've witnessed real feats of valor and sacrifice.

To connect this pooner Julian to people like Vicky, part of the draw of munchiedom and transgenderism is to exist as the ever-constant martyr - she who must always sacrifice what little she has to nevertheless persist. It doesn't have to be sacrifice in service to others and most often very particularly isn't: it's a sacrifice of herself for herself, burning the vision she supposedly had of her future in pursuit of being her "authentic" self, or "prioritizing her health", or "advocating for her conditions", so on and so forth. You see, she is so noble and strong for giving up the things she loved and adored and carrying on anyway in spite of what others said! She has such discipline, such a lionheart, truly she is above all other nuns in the abbey for what she has dedicated to God or whatever shape her sense of 'god' takes. Others falter weakly before her!

Normal people look at stories like this and find it complete insanity to willingly dive into their mental illness at the expense of talents, family and community - nobody fucking asked Julian to get on testosterone, nor has anyone asked Vicky to be such a tireless advocate of whatever illness du jour she suffers from - but for pooners and munchies alike, they consider these all a very necessary component to that sense of martyrdom. They actually need some degree of pushback from transphobes, dismissive doctors, and/or haters online to continue their masturbation over how much courage it takes to live their lives. And thus the teats of weeping sympathizers begin to flow and they get what they wanted to hear all along: aren't you so unique? Aren't you such a little hero?

But deep down, even they don't comprehend what they really want to hear: I exonerate you of all wrongdoing, responsibility or expectation. You will never be asked to give, and are entitled to receive all that you wish for and more. Those who are against you deserve whatever karmic retribution they get for being so cruel to someone like you. Anyone who demands anything of you should realize what a sorry, brave little thing you are, haven't you given up enough?

Vicky needs to be a victim always rewarded for her sacrifice because to be a victim in current culture is to be lauded, praised and defended even over "sacrifices" that aren't even sacrifices as much as "choices you should be held accountable for." But as tensions in society begin to rise, globalism enforces a sense of entrapment and systems set in place decades ago begin to erode internationally, these sympathizers are likely to become increasingly agitated of this type of woe-is-me behavior and stop paying nearly as much attention to it.

Watch out, Vicky - you don't wanna know what happens to parasites without hosts!
 
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”Now that I’m in the process of diagnosis for myasthenia gravis”?! As if those tests she’s supposedly doing are a mere formality, or something? This is Vicky at her best, love it.

Also, she payed someone 750 burgerbucks to stay in a hotel so she herself could stay in the apartment a couple of extra days? Why not, you know, use that money to stay in a hostel in the sticks for a while?

She’s the only 26-year old in the world who wouldn’t pass the marshmallow test. If it’s easier right this minute, she’ll tolerate zero discomfort for a less idiotic payoff later.
 
”Now that I’m in the process of diagnosis for myasthenia gravis”?! As if those tests she’s supposedly doing are a mere formality, or something? This is Vicky at her best, love it.

Also, she payed someone 750 burgerbucks to stay in a hotel so she herself could stay in the apartment a couple of extra days? Why not, you know, use that money to stay in a hostel in the sticks for a while?

I'm so curious about this. Is Vicky's disgusting cockroach-ridden presence is so intolerable that her roommate only allowed her to stay for another week if she (the roommate) was paid to physically stay in another building?

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Is this confirmation she's kicked out of school? Or can they ban you from housing for shitting yourself in class too much?
 
This isn't new ground for Vicky. The OP laid out Vicky's very public spat with NYU housing. They evicted her for not being a student and she tried to demonise them in the press. I bet the student housing people loved Vicky stopping by to beg for housing. It would have been worth dealing with the hideous stench and histrionics just for the pleasure of telling her to get fucked.
 
Is Vicki truly homeless? Will the forces of cishesablepatricarchy rule the galaxy? Was the bed mayo ever found?

Find out on the next exciting episode of powerchair"man" 5000

I'm so hyped to have a cow with a crisis again! I wonder if this time she's burnt all her wealthy bridges and she will be actually homeless not teehee Twitter homeless
 
They evicted her for not being a student and she tried to demonise them in the press.
Yes, she says as much in the subsequent posts.

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Well, there is a level of out of touch, Vicky, and you’re the one on that level. You have, in fact, zero “access needs” and it seems pretty much anyone outside your Xitter hugbox knows it.
 
There are actually some very clean, nice youth hostels in NYC. There’s a big one on the UWS. It’s not like she’s going to have to lay on a bed of rats.

But no one will wipe her ass and make her food there, and people won't wear masks 24/7 to protect her precious immunocompromised disabled body!
 
This isn't new ground for Vicky. The OP laid out Vicky's very public spat with NYU housing. They evicted her for not being a student and she tried to demonise them in the press. I bet the student housing people loved Vicky stopping by to beg for housing. It would have been worth dealing with the hideous stench and histrionics just for the pleasure of telling her to get fucked.
That article is a real treat. Right down to the asspatting “Victor suffers from multiple severe food allergies which makes sharing a kitchen impossible”.

We also get this gem: ““I’m shocked though, because it doesn’t seem like NYU has a procedure for what to do when a student does not have other housing or ends up in a situation like needing to take leave,”

Ah yes, truly shocking that NYU doesn’t have a procedure in place for giving housing to PEOPLE WHO ARENT STUDENTS ANYMORE!

I believe the horrible catch 22 that Victoria is stuck in, is called: “BEING AN ADULT”.

My favorite part was this one though:

“He said that when he told NYU about his unstable housing status their suggestions included going to a shelter.
“I tried to work out something with NYU and I emphasized that I would be homeless,” he said. “If I lose my housing I am completely, 100% homeless, and I think there was genuinely a misunderstanding about what resources exist and a misunderstanding on how living in a shelter is still homelessness.””

I definitely believe this one. And only wish I could have been a fly on the wall when Victoria explained to some hapless NYU bureaucrat that “ACKSHUALLY SWEATY, LIVING IN A SHELTER IS STILL BEING HOMELESS! DO BETTER!”


We also got a rare Vicky pic from her cute twink stage:
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Should have remained a fairly attractive girl Vicky. Or at least mildly ambiguous looking.

I bet you you would have less problems finding a couch/bed to crash on.

But neither men or women would be too keen on having a 300lb, bald, smelly gender blob come wheeling in on her mobility scooter.
 
But neither men or women would be too keen on having a 300lb, bald, smelly gender blob come wheeling in on her mobility scooter.

This is true especially because this schtick just isn't as unique and creative any more. Lots of zoomers are doing a mobility aid LARP and claiming hEDS/POTS/ME/CFS. Even if a person hasn't seen one IRL, there are bedazzled wheelchair users who obviously don't need their chairs on various videos that show up on social media.

10 years ago, most people would give you the benefit of the doubt about this stuff. Now, not so much. And people have also run out of patience for trans grifters. It's a beautiful thing to see.
 
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