You mean those dots in your back?
I have those big time. I thought mine were prominent cos I have a chronic bad back and it's all tense all the time. Didn't realise they had a name. Or that men didn't have them, actually.
No, the bleakness I was referring to was merely that it's such a rubbish picture, of grimy pale back, and nothing of them can be seen in it, and it's not even a nice athletic shot of a nice, muscular back.
Sorry, I don't think my attempt at sarcasm came through: I absolutely followed you on the bleakness aspect of this! 100%, it's a sad little pooner running away from
something that makes her affairs of being a woman, and leads her instead to try to get laid with pervs by luring them in with distant photos of her from the back, cause that's the best she can do. It's
bleak.
But yes, your dimples are a female thing! And isn't that neat?! I brought that topic up (a month late...) because I think one of the saddest/worst things about the trans delusion is how it tries to erase all the small interesting differences between men and women. We're not the same, and that's neat! There's so much joy in life in learning how to do "cross-cultural" communication and navigation with the other sex. (Frustration, too, but life's too short to get hung up on that.)
But Pooner T Backacne here is so blind to the physical reality of her body she thinks injecting some testosterone and growing a moustache makes her a man – and then her lower back clearly gives it all away. Can't change that with testosterone, missy!
But the bleakness of trying to avoid physical reality is on display in almost every one of the images in PandaChai's great galleries. The pooners all strike coy poses and look at the camera with fluttering eyes in ways that wouldn't be out of place in any other woman's normal online dating photos or even intimate photos from the Victorian era! Because they were born female and socialised female and they will never, ever, every be male.
But they won't accept that and yeah. Fuckin bleak.
Finally, the same pooner, another of the images. This one wasn't bleak, it was hilarious:
I saw this and instantly thought "tiny pooner", and sure enough 5'2. Again she tries to hide and pass, but as we all know, trannies
never pass!
And this image is great because the clues are subtle but your brain notices then and sends you "this ain't right" messages. "Why is there so much room above that person's head in the doorway?", "Why does that shirt look like it's made to fit a pre-teen boy?", "Why is the phone SO big in that person's hand??"
Trannies' worst enemy is physical reality, because they can't cow it into submission with threats and words, and because it always always gives them away!