Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild

[Your old Livejournal]

Pride parade was on in my city today. I met up with a friend and we stayed well clear of the insanity, but of course some ogre of a trannybwas walking in front of me on my way to the subway. He was a walking stereotype: a hulking ogre of a man at least 190cm tall, with hunched shoulders and long, unkempt hair. The only thing that gave away what a true and honest woman he obviously is was the trans flag he had tied around his waist. The bar is really in hell. Not that it would make them any more of a woman, but so many of them don't put any effort in at all anymore. Utterly risible.

 

[Starscream's Loyalty]

I have a fat one come into my work every now and then with his mother. Don't really interact with him but I can smell the fucked up hormones whafing off of him. Thankfully he dosen't do much and leaves as soon as he comes in. But its so obvious he's a fat guy in a dress that I wish he just pulled a Homer Simpson and wear mumus and thick sneakers instead.

 

[PigFarm]

In my field, a lot of things are done with a mix of virtual and in-person as travel js involved. Until you get to the country/area/whatever your project is in, you talk to those involved online.

I've been chatting with a mtf for the past year or so. No videochats, just little display photos and a quick peek through his fb. I thought he was one of the lucky ones that could sort of pass as a homely girl at the right angle.

When we met, I realized how easily fooled I am by filters because oh man. And I mean OH MAN. Dude was huge both vertically and horizontally, and of course wore clothes absolutely not designed for his body type. I hope i hid my expression when he hulked down the hall towards me. I think the funniest part was that he kept telling everyone he was trans, as if we couldn't tell a 6 foot something dude with a rock hard beer gut was male.

 

[Backinpogform]

When we met, I realized how easily fooled I am by filters because oh man. And I mean OH MAN. Dude was huge both vertically and horizontally, and of course wore clothes absolutely not designed for his body type. I hope i hid my expression when he hulked down the hall towards me. I think the funniest part was that he kept telling everyone he was trans, as if we couldn't tell a 6 foot something dude with a rock hard beer gut was male.

The last couple of years troons started talking about being 'outed' and 'closeted.'

I'm not surprised to be honest. They created a society where we all have to lie and say how well they pass. Of course the delusional and profound mental illness settles on this conclusion even though it's laughable to the rest of us.

 

[AFAB]

There's a pooner that runs the drive through counter at a restaurant I go to, there wasn't one before but it looks like whoever's managing it decided to hire her. Clocked her based on the voice alone and the appearance is about what you'd expect (at least she's professional at the job, no BS or spergouts from what I could tell).

(On a side note its ridiculous as to how much these pooners fail at passing just by their voice - I know guys with high pitched voices and yet they sound nothing at all like the average frog voice)

 

[NeonFlux]

I had a confrontation with a teenage MTF Tranny today:

Me: cleaning women's bathroom

Tranny: "Is this bathroom open?"

Me: "No, I'm cleaning it"

Tranny: "what about the men's bathroom?"

Me: "Yes"

Tranny: enters men's bathroom and comes out 5 seconds later looking upset and walks off.

I bet he went to seethe on Discord while leaving.

 

[Bookwork]

Neck beard says He Man, everything else says dumpy fat girl whose heart was broken by Taylor Swift lookalikes who wouldn't date her.

Note feminine choice of shirt, shorts, and pack. Scowling or maybe just needs new glasses. Sat on uncrowded subway seat with legs tightly crossed at pubes level, none of the breeze-on-muh-balls seat spreading common among the menz. But, neckbeard... and maybe chest hair, too:

Waist/hip ratio:

Light, short fuzz on arms and legs. Note female knee-calf ratio:

Identity search in progress:
Left, pooner going by both "Sam" and "Mark," a sometime writer not publishing much in this century; center, transit pooner; right, Gene Shalitt, sometime film critic, now 99 and not crashing that many SUVs lately.

 

[FedPostalService]

Neck beard says He Man, everything else says dumpy fat girl whose heart was broken by Taylor Swift lookalikes who wouldn't date her.
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Note feminine choice of shirt, shorts, and pack. Scowling or maybe just needs new glasses. Sat on uncrowded subway seat with legs tightly crossed at pubes level, none of the breeze-on-muh-balls seat spreading common among the menz. But, neckbeard... and maybe chest hair, too:
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Waist/hip ratio:
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Light, short fuzz on arms and legs. Note female knee-calf ratio:
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Left, pooner going by both "Sam" and "Mark," a sometime writer not publishing much in this century; center, transit pooner; right, Gene Shalitt, sometime film critic, now 99 and not crashing that many SUVs lately.

She looks like she’s on her way to Minecraft a school.

 

[Dr. Butt]

Neck beard says He Man, everything else says dumpy fat girl whose heart was broken by Taylor Swift lookalikes who wouldn't date her.

I thought this was taken from said pooner's insta but it seems that it was taken by you and sir let me tell you this is high fucking art. It's beautiful and amazing and perfect. Excellent work. Colour and composition are especially good.

 

[Commander Suzdal]

Yesterday at the ritzy grocery store I spotted a pooner with her mom. The kid was five foot tall and chubby with broccoli hair, and she was either binding or had the titchop (I didn't want to stare and make sure). I heard her voice as I walked past and it had the T frogginess. She looked about twelve or thirteen. Some pooners look younger than they are but I doubt she was an adult.

Then today, at the regular grocery store, there was a troon hanging around the usual homeless nuisances. Morbidly obese, bald guy in a pink floral maxidress, leaning on a wheelchair hung with plastic bags.

If I told you where I lived, you'd say "well, on the bright side, you don't have to deal with trannies," but they're everywhere. Where did they all come from? And how do we send them back?

 

[liquid overalls]

If I told you where I lived, you'd say "well, on the bright side, you don't have to deal with trannies," but they're everywhere. Where did they all come from? And how do we send them back?

Are you in suburbia or somewhere else with a high concentration of normies? I've noticed that a lot of those towns/cities (including small towns) are just now hitting critical mass with transes and other assorted gender-specials, in a way that those of us in blue/hipster cities have been contending with for years now.

My working theory is that it's akin to the classic gentrification trajectory: first, the neighborhood is colonized by druggies, near-homeless gays, and near-penniless artist types. Then come the actual working artists, musicians, and other assorted scenesters. Then the gays with jobs, artists with some money, galleries, café entrepreneurs, etc. Then the trust fundies. Then the cafés become Bank of Americas, blocks get blown out and rebuilt with mixed-use condos, chain restaurants & shops, etc. The young urban professionals move in while the normies descend on the weekends to feel edgy over drinks at Buca di Beppo or Panera After Dark.

Trans is in the Panera After Dark stage. No longer edgy to the actual edgelords & avant garde, and even many of the partytime gays are getting tired of it. But the broken normies, their sullen teens, and the boomer grandparents are now flocking to it all, having recently discovered it, and finding it vaguely cool and daring. Hence the uptick of trans-identified teens in previously insulated towns & suburbs. It has finally trickled down to the normies — in particular the type of suburban liberal moms who feel deliciously naughty by attending a drag show story hour.

Just a theory!

 

[Troon Meet Noose]

If I told you where I lived, you'd say "well, on the bright side, you don't have to deal with trannies," but they're everywhere. Where did they all come from? And how do we send them back?

They're kind of like the zombies in Night of the Living Dead type movies. We don't know where they started from but the best way to deal with them is a shotgun blast to the head.

 

[sheepworldvizor]

Pride month visit to local library. Usually it’s infested with assorted rainbow regalia and displaying tranny propaganda material on the front shelves.
This time I didn’t spot any of that shit but I did get the double whammy of a front desk hon AND a kids section pooner.

Close up the pooner was truly something. Short, obese, tiny hairy hands, acne. But I had no idea they could get LEG ACNE? JFC I don’t even know real men who got weeping red shin and calf pimples like this. She looked like she’d survived Chernobyl.

She made no eye contact when I spoke to her and half mumbled her one word answer. But I will give her this, the frog voice in that one word was not apparent.

But damn, the legs are haunting me. You could have been a normal autistic woman with normal legs.

 

[Screamer_2]

I had another, I think but can't 100% confirm.

I was at an art exhibition. The majority of the people there were women. Then there was one that just stood out. They were tall and chubby. Large framed. There was a slight hunch. Big meaty arms and hands. Body was sloppy that you couldn't really tell, gut, blob midsection. Boobs but not big, just slop as well. They just stood out so much compared to all the other women. The face totally looked like a dude. They looked like Eric from Tim and Eric, but clean shave, no joy and curly hair. Giant head.

The only thing that threw me was the feet weren't massive. Not sure if the boots with heels made them look smaller, but they didn't match the body.

 

[Thaddeus Rusty Venture]

Saw one at Dollar General not too long ago.

The story went like this: I had to go to Dollar General to get some stuff for Easter. It took me maybe 5 minutes to get there. As I walked up to the checkout lane, all the checkout lanes got occupied except one, and it was an overweight white guy with a receding hairline and a man's voice, but with a falsetto so bad that you'd go deaf if you had to hear it for more than 10 seconds.

His breath smelled like shit, he had greasy hair, and like i've mentioned, he had a receding hairline, so it was a case of male pattern baldness. I wouldn't be surprised if he either larped as a furry, a tranime user, a MLP fan or all of the above

Did I forget to mention that he was a borderline obese slob who smelled funny and had horrible acne?

Anyways, after I got out the store, I made sure to clean off any disgusting germs that dysgenic freak had on him, including my hands.

Oh, and his name was Skye.

 

[Xarpho's Return]

I once had to deal with two HUGE troons at my work once helping a mail a package once. They were huge--towering over 5' 11" me (I had never felt so empathetic toward real women before). Definitely "dress go spinny" types and one had a bit of a five-o-clock shadow. The address indicated they shared a trailer somewhere.

 

[FloydsFeedandSeed]

I was catching up with my mom and dad today, Earlier today my dad was telling me he saw a troon at the supermarket just yesterday. He said the tranny was balding, had a skirt that didn't fit him and that he stunk bad (he said something like urine).

Wish I went with him to see the freak.

I didn't know he had a similar mindset on troons. He's fairly middle of the road on most things. Mom is definitely against it so maybe that swayed him. He said "the tranny had a screw loose, but then most of them do".

 

[WENDY DENG 2020]

Went to Lawrence Fucking Kansas today. Saw a young pooner walking with a damn cane. I thought some of y'all were exaggerating that mess. Apparently, not.

 

[Litānusotilas]

I once had to deal with two HUGE troons at my work once helping a mail a package once. They were huge--towering over 5' 11" me (I had never felt so empathetic toward real women before). Definitely "dress go spinny" types and one had a bit of a five-o-clock shadow. The address indicated they shared a trailer somewhere.

You could say they were male-ing a package

 

[hiringmayhem4]

Female height, boobs, feminine haircut + hairy legs, baggy clothes and a MUSTACHE

What is the verdict on these people?