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Honestly I can believe they're having some sorts of cramps. If you start pumping sex hormones in your body it can fuck you up in all sorts of fun and unique ways. So why wouldn't estrogen cause your guts to riot and make you shit yourself, or make you constipated?

Gosh that looks great fun.
This is what the the founding fathers fought for. I'm sure the redcoats would've defected if they knew what they fought to stop.
 
This TiF is in distress because she's out as a genderbeast to her coworkers but not to her family, so when her family visits her at work her coworker unwittingly reveals her true bepronouned status to them at OP's alleged peril.

I’m willing to bet this chick works at a Chuck E Cheese, her aunt’s family came in to have a fun day/birthday with their kids, and she broke down so hard she ruined their family outing. Then her manager told her she can’t leave work but offered for her to put on the rat costume if she doesn’t want to be seen openly.
 
I wonder if any trans women have died because they thought they were getting their period and actually it was some kind of serious problem they needed to go to the ER for.
Having your appendix burst is so affirming, now you're just like those real women with endometriosis cramps!
 
"Man" of constant sorrow: this FTM has scratched out a maddened, tragic screed about how nobody in this world is trustworthy and how she must stand alone lest she be made "pregnant or dead" by "other men." While my heart would hurt for anyone else who felt so rejected and lonesome, it's a pooner, so I actually find it quite funny! Please, do exile yourself from broader society! If only more of you felt this way!
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You never trust anyone. Ever. No matter what.

I've learned with time that being a trans man is the ultimate test to see how much of a man you can become, not merely physically but in spiritual and mental fortitude. The hardest lesson for me to learn thus far, but that I've been making successful strides in, is learning to be entirely self sufficient and self reliant, especially when it comes to our humiliating human need for physical close bonds with others, to develop a sense of emotional trust.
I've learned very harshly over these past few months that as a man I have to be entirely self reliant, I cannot rely on others for my emotional, physical, or otherwise more vulnerable needs.
And as a trans man, this guard I hold over myself is only to be heightened. I have to build an even thicker wall, because they all want me vulnerable to dig the knife in. It hurts knowing I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life, especially romantically, but I know that the loneliness is part of becoming a man. It is the most important step to cross, to learn to feel most comfortable in your own company as it is the only one you are guaranteed to always have with you.
It hurts, it hurts a lot watching other men fall in love, but I know that I'm different from them, that I have to be on a higher guard, on a greater level of self reliance, because you cannot trust ANYONE to get close to you when you're trans. NO ONE is trustworthy, they all want us pregnant or dead, and I will not give anyone the opportunity to lull me into a false sense of security under the guise of love, just to destroy me and kick me down.
NO. As a man, I will not let any other man step over me, I will not let any other man get in my way, I will not let any other man be a shoulder to cry on when there is no way to know if those tears will be turned against me.
When you're trans, never, EVER trust anyone. Be alone. Take care of yourself. Don't believe a SINGLE "I love you", "I want to be with you", "I want to help you", "I see you as a man, don't worry", "I have feelings for you", "you can trust me"... No. Not a single one. The world is filled with liars who want nothing more than to feel sadistic pleasure from hurting you. Be quiet and do everything to not have anyone else involved in YOUR life. Kill that desire within you for companionship, it was made for the simpler people, but you are not one of them. You are a target, you are an outcast, but you are also perfect to be carved into something stronger, into the pinnacle of what being a man is. Don't let anyone bring that down. Don't trust ANYONE, ever.
A tranny with the privilege of living in a first-world country with access to cosmetic prescription medications, reliable transportation, a roof over his head and food in his belly still finds a way to make himself seem just as downtrodden and tragic as a starving Yemeni child. The lack of perspective on privilege is truly astounding when it comes to practitioners of the gender cult! Go volunteer with some needy animals for once, ya putz!
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Being trans in the south is basically a death sentence

I went to large retail drugstore to get my meds today, over half an hour from my house because I’m scared of being recognized. One of my meds wasn’t ready yet and on top of that the woman in the drive thru window kept making it a point to call me SIR even tho I’m here literally picking up medications that are obviously mtf related. Like she could have at least neglected to use any gender pronouns at all, but no I guess that was too difficult for her.
Something as simple as going to get my meds thru a drugstore drive through is a fucking special ops mission. I don my hat and sunglasses to conceal my identity as much as I can. My heart pounds as I near the pick-up window. My mouth dries up. I feel like a depressed undercover agent in enemy territory.

I can’t come out at work yet and I can’t leave my job or move yet because I’m working on gaining skills and building my resume. If I left town now, there would be career hell to pay for a while. Not to mention, I’m 20-something and sick of working bullshit jobs. I need this job, unfortunately, so I throw on my boy mode clothes every morning and carry on with playing a role that doesn’t suit me.
Even on the weekends, I can’t girl mode because I would risk being assaulted in a very deep red area. I also live with family so I am stuck in the wrong form with the wrong clothes every day now and it is exhausting. I don’t have the space or privacy to practice makeup in my free time or wear the clothes I want to wear, etc etc.

I have some money saved up but not nearly enough to say fuck it and move somewhere far, far away.
I fantasize about being able to be fairly androgynous at some point, despite the fact that I am a trans woman and would much prefer to be a woman every day. At least then I would be moving in the right direction, slightly closer to my real goal of being womanly and fem.
All of my coworkers are Christians and I’m not saying that’s a bad thing but they’re all very traditional southern types and there’s no way I could ever come out to them. So I’m stuck, stuck in a form I don’t identify with, living a lie. Every day feels like neglecting my true self. I’m not sure how much longer I can take it.
I plan on moving to a larger city closer to my job soon, and simply dressing and expressing myself as a woman in private, at the very least. I wish I could be strong and lead the way for other closeted trans folk in my area. I wish I could be a trailblazer and fearlessly live my truth, but I’m a coward and I’m scared for my life. All I want to do is run, to get away. Not even my primary doctor knows I’m trans. Only my partner knows.
Fuck. I just hate living in a sector of society that labels my kind as a plight on their values rather than a group of people attempting to pursue their happiness.
Going out is hard now because any time I see a pretty woman or a woman wearing feminine clothing, I get filled with genvy and subsequent shame. I don’t know how much longer I can live like this.
I’ve been trying to save money while also blowing through it for laser hair removal. Don’t even get me started on laser hair removal. Being hairy in of itself is almost too much to bear. When all is said and done, I will have blown through thousands just to be rid of this disgusting, awful body hair.

So much time and energy would have been saved had I just been born in the right body. I could dress how I want and live how I want and no one would be able to say boo about it. It’s such an odd feeling because while being born male generally lends you a lot of privilege, almost all of it is negated by being trans. Especially if you have to live as a fem/androgynous ‘man’. Society will shame you for not being masculine enough and all the while you’re thinking ‘I didn’t ask for any of this.’
I can’t even have a facial piercings while working my job because it would ‘make the company look bad.’ All of my coworkers talk about trying to live a better life for Jesus’ sake while simultaneously using ‘gay’ as an insult for anything they don’t like. In fucking 2025. I ache to escape this hellscape, this nightmare.
Every day I fantasize about moving to Illinois, or California, or whatever. Someplace safer, better. And then I realize that I just can’t yet and it kills me inside. All of my motivation is zapped, my energy depleted. I don’t feel real anymore; I feel like a hollow nothing, passing through a world that’s passing me by, leaving me behind to rot in obscurity and isolation. When all of your dreams and plans seem completely unattainable, why go on? Why bother with it all? This isn’t a life, it’s a death sentence.
A little girl, after only 4 months on testosterone therapy, experiences the painful effects of vaginal atrophy before she's even old enough to vote. Truly monstrous to live in a society that lets people do this to youngsters - it's hard not to get MATI when reading posts like this.
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Vaginal atrophy, any help and advice is appreciated

I’m 17 and 4 months on T, I’ve had symptoms for abit but recently there has been more pain. I’m not sexually active and I don’t have a gynecologist, but still.. any advice on how to at least alleviate the pain would be greatly appreciated. Thank you🖤
(Didn’t know where to put this, but I also haven’t had a period since May. So it’s possible that it’s also apart of the issue?? I don’t know…)
The other side of the coin: this troon resents that his parents didn't permit medical child abuse like the other poster's parents did, so there's really no winning once your child decides they're going to troon out. Why aren't more of you sending these kids to ranches for the summer to learn how to work hard and earn their keep without hyperfixating on their bodies?
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Is it worth getting FFS or am I just overreacting? I’m also frustrated by the thought I wouldn’t be in this mess if my parents took me seriously as a child instead of dragging their feet.

I have an okay body, pretty skinny but not really masculine, whatever. My voice? I know I can fix that with more effort. But my face is too masculine, and I mean it’s not crazy bad, but I can tell. It’s a giveaway and it’s not fair. I’ve been kinda mauling over the idea of FFS, but when I mentioned it to my family they hit me with “no you don’t need that. You’re pretty the way you are, I think your face looks plenty feminine” so now I genuinely don’t know if I’m getting hugboxed by my family or if I’m just being BDD. I really think it’s the former though.
Also I know it’s a really toxic line of thought because you can’t change the past, but I’ve been thinking about how different things would be if I got blockers sooner. I knew I was trans before my voice dropped, I told my family before my voice dropped, I didn’t look nearly as masculine. But because my family pushed back so hard, and because the wait times for diagnosis and treatment were so long, I got fucked over. I know I’m lucky, I know that. There’s plenty of people who didn’t get treatment until adulthood. But it really doesn’t feel that way, just because stuff could’ve been worse doesn’t make me feel better about the fact that they weren’t better.
And honestly, me being trans completely ruined my childhood. I hate it. Sometimes I don’t pay attention to it, but it’s really the worst thing. I have this underlying disassociation and hatred with who I am, like my soul and mind are different, which hurts. Even worse is who I was as a child, I don’t know them, it doesn’t even feel like they’re the same person. And I don’t know if this is all a byproduct of being trans or there’s something else going on, but I just fundamentally don’t feel like I’m me. Come to think about it, I think it’s strongest when Im in these self hating moods, some maybe I have a fucked defense mechanism idk.
Sorry for ranting I just needed to get that off my chest.
Not a future Caitlyn Jenner: a troon boohoos about the fact that he can't participate in sports, and that he must lie to others about the real reason he can't compete lest he reveal his true reality. I can't wait to see more stories like this as trannies get banned further and further from sports!
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Small vent, but I am so sad I cannot compete in sports..

I transitioned post puberty so for obvious reason I won't compete in sports as it wouldn't be fair no matter what..
I do sports daily, and I am quite good at it even... I have people ask me why I don't compete as I'd likely do very well at it and it's something I love, but I either have to tell people that I can't because of me being trans—and some people like my dad understand—but for people I am stealth to I just have to make up some excuse about being too bad to compete or something else.. Either way it sucks.. 😥
Just want to know if there's other people who relate, whether in sports or other disciplines.. I want a digital hug I guess.. :(
I wish there was some transgender league or something, but people doing sports at a competitive level are already a minority when it comes to cis people, have it only be the trans population and it's even less..
A paranoid MTF feels that people are constantly sniping at him for being a troon despite the fact that for the most part, all people do is cut their eyes at him and smirk knowingly. Not exactly the tranny genocide I keep hearing about!
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It is unfair, that due to the fact I don’t pass I seemingly don’t deserve basic human kindness

That’s the post. It sucks that just because I don’t pass and am clocky, people view it as a free ticket to be kinda shitty to me. Daily interactions can be so cruel. Like it’s not even the things people say to me, but the way they look at me, the smug misgendering, how they subtedly treat me compared to others and stuff like that. It’s incredibly hard not to be impacted by all that stuff. Like why are they mad at me that I look weird by cishet standards?! It’s like bullying, why are others mad at me for being chopped? Yes kind people exist, but they are quite rare if I’m honest and I live in a big city.
Yeah yeah we live in a shallow world of lookism but legit, what’s peoples problem with non passing trans women just trying to live a somewhat regular daily life, just let me buy my groceries ffs. Like genuinely what advantage to people have from being mean to random strangers?
Despite already trying and failing to use estrogen as a form of antidepressant, a troon begins the journey again to try and modulate his body via monkeying around with his hormones, saying that if it didn't work a second time that suicide would therefore be on the table. I'm just shocked that so many of these people haven't even tried Wellbutrin or Lexapro before they start thinking the only two options are hormonal imbalances and death.
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I don't think I can do this...

I first came out at 18 and knew absolutely nothing. I wasn't able to get on hormones until I was 22. I was on them for 2.5 years with no results and combining: the depression of having gotten nothing out of them, other health issues, loss of nearly all of my friends (I've never had queer friends really so I knew this would probably happen) and constant family disapproval, I just gave up on HRT by the time I was 25. Fast forward 2.5 more years of constant suicidality and doing basically nothing but moving from distracting myself with video games, to going to work, to sleeping, to hoping I don't wake up. Earlier this year, I hit the breaking point and decided to at least try HRT again, being clear with myself when I got a hold of the patches "If there's no changes still in 3 months when I'm 28, I have to quit life cold turkey".
It's not comparable to cis people feeling "past their prime". I'm not "past my prime", I never had one. There was no point where the ideal me could have been allowed to exist and that's crippling. I felt like I was too old when I was questioning at 18.
I felt like I may as well not even bother because it wouldn't do anything at 22 - and turned out to unfortunately be right with my biology at least... and at 27... I feel guilty I've even wasted the amount of food, water, and air that's limped me onto this point.
I have no enthusiasm and that's the worst part. No part of me thinks there's any point in being on HRT again. I think deep down, I only bothered to get them again just so I can prove myself right that my body's too far over the hill to fix.
Moreover, I don't feel welcome anywhere. I don't associate any positive feelings with being trans so I feel alien to all trans communities. Everyone in my personal life is straight and I have almost no friends anyway, so my support network is a myth.
I really have no idea how so many trans people manage to push through. I just can't
Princess crown revoked: a tranny goes to a Ren Faire, known for its overrepresentation of pronoun pod people, has a wonderful time until reality comes crashing down upon a simple question.
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"And for you, sir?"

I went to ren faire with my friends today and I decided to just send it. I dressed as feminine as I could and actually left my apartment! I got a pretty green dress and some leggings to go beneath. I did my makeup, put in some earrings, and put on some heels (bad idea for ren faire btw). Anyway, I had a blast. I was really worried about dressing feminine in public (I live in a very conservative area) but I was feeling so much euphoria I didn't even notice. That was until the end of the event. I got in line to order some homemade lemonade and when I got to the front the lady at the counter hit me with an "and for you, sir?" Devestated. I put so much effort into this outfit to look as feminine as possible, and nothing. It took all my energy not to cry but I'm leaving the faire now. I'm just so sad.
 
A tranny with the privilege of living in a first-world country with access to cosmetic prescription medications, reliable transportation, a roof over his head and food in his belly still finds a way to make himself seem just as downtrodden and tragic as a starving Yemeni child. The lack of perspective on privilege is truly astounding when it comes to practitioners of the gender cult! Go volunteer with some needy animals for once, ya putz
Some of these profiles are hilarious. This guy, for instance, just posts tons of furry futa porn he seemingly draws himself.
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The real milk is always in the profiles, but you gotta wonder why "I jerk off to hermaphrodite wolf people" guys can't just quietly accept that they're fucking strange anymore. Like why do they have to be "accepted"? Why can't they just be like "yeah, I'm a weird intense pervert, I wouldn't expect anybody to like me either"?
 
"Man" of constant sorrow: this FTM has scratched out a maddened, tragic screed about how nobody in this world is trustworthy and how she must stand alone lest she be made "pregnant or dead" by "other men."
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18 and already has problems bad enough "getting sober" is something to work on. "It seems as though the better I'm doing, the less anyone really wants to fall in love with me", does that have anything at all to do with your definition of better likely encompassing transitioning? And that most everyone is put off by hairy BPD messes (per her other posts she's not even on T yet though, so she's just completely normal looking as a girl, I guess)? Could it be that the issue is your definition of "genuinely being in love with you" means "like what I want you to like about me, support everything I decide you should support about me" with no room for discussion?
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Girl, what are you talking about? You can't be emasculated because you're a woman. The closest equivalent for a woman would be what you're doing now, trying to force yourself into the other's role and making a shamfur dispray.
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"The female body is repulsive, I respect (other) women though"

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this FTM has scratched out a maddened, tragic screed about how nobody in this world is trustworthy:

"When you're trans, never, EVER trust anyone. Be alone... The world is filled with liars who want nothing more than to feel sadistic pleasure from hurting you'
Is this the "gender euphoria" that they keep telling us?

I can’t girl mode because I would risk being assaulted in a very deep red area...All of my coworkers are Christians... they’re all very traditional southern types...I plan on moving to a larger city... I wish I could be strong and lead the way for other closeted trans folk in my area. I wish I could be a trailblazer and fearlessly live my truth...
Did it occur to this troon that it is much easier to be a trailblazer in an all-Red Christian hick town? All the trails in Sodom and Gormorrah have long been blazed.
 
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18 and already has problems bad enough "getting sober" is something to work on. "It seems as though the better I'm doing, the less anyone really wants to fall in love with me", does that have anything at all to do with your definition of better likely encompassing transitioning? And that most everyone is put off by hairy BPD messes (per her other posts she's not even on T yet though, so she's just completely normal looking as a girl, I guess)? Could it be that the issue is your definition of "genuinely being in love with you" means "like what I want you to like about me, support everything I decide you should support about me" with no room for discussion?
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Girl, what are you talking about? You can't be emasculated because you're a woman. The closest equivalent for a woman would be what you're doing now, trying to force yourself into the other's role and making a shamfur dispray.
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"The female body is repulsive, I respect (other) women though"

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> I feel disgusting when I sweat
> It's worse because of my female body

Ah yes, human females, famously the ranker, sweatier sex.

I'm never going to be loved like other people are. I'm never going to feel someone holding me and telling me they love me and truly, deeply mean it. I'm never going to be the first person someone thinks of when they hear the word "love" or other words of that sort. I'm never going to be seen as something precious, something beautiful, something to be held and cherished and craved with a pure and authentic intention.

".... which is why I dream of becoming a gay man, as they are famous for falling deeply in pure love, and cherishing one another with pure and authentic intention."

One really has suspect that most of these girls have simply never interacted with real human males before.
 
It hurts, it hurts a lot watching other men fall in love, but I know that I'm different from them, that I have to be on a higher guard, on a greater level of self reliance, because you cannot trust ANYONE to get close to you when you're trans. NO ONE is trustworthy, they all want us pregnant or dead,

Well, you're almost half right, but no one really wants you pregnant either, little man.

Something as simple as going to get my meds thru a drugstore drive through is a fucking special ops mission. I don my hat and sunglasses to conceal my identity as much as I can. My heart pounds as I near the pick-up window. My mouth dries up. I feel like a depressed undercover agent in enemy territory.

The dramatics of it all!

All of my coworkers are Christians and I’m not saying that’s a bad thing but they’re all very traditional southern types and there’s no way I could ever come out to them. So I’m stuck, stuck in a form I don’t identify with, living a lie. Every day feels like neglecting my true self. I’m not sure how much longer I can take it.

Just keep it to yourself, no one needs to know how deeply your fetish/porn consumption has rotted your brain.

That’s the post. It sucks that just because I don’t pass and am clocky, people view it as a free ticket to be kinda shitty to me. Daily interactions can be so cruel. Like it’s not even the things people say to me, but the way they look at me, the smug misgendering, how they subtedly treat me compared to others and stuff like that. It’s incredibly hard not to be impacted by all that stuff. Like why are they mad at me that I look weird by cishet standards?! It’s like bullying, why are others mad at me for being chopped? Yes kind people exist, but they are quite rare if I’m honest and I live in a big city.
Yeah yeah we live in a shallow world of lookism but legit, what’s peoples problem with non passing trans women just trying to live a somewhat regular daily life, just let me buy my groceries ffs. Like genuinely what advantage to people have from being mean to random strangers?

No one's mad at you, brickhon, just amused/annoyed. Sorry no one's playing along with your fantasies, but they're under no obligation to do so.
 
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