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Gotta love him crying about the doctor for giving him a "fucked up looking pussy" rather than realizing that these surgeons are just making shit up as they go along and don't have any actual clue what they're doing. I hope that whoever excavated the amhole took notes on what not to do the next time they make a frankencunt.

Side note, do you think he uses words like "pussy" when talking to the doctor?

No I think he either mumbles or brings penny in to talk for him

This nigga is terrified to make a fucking phone call and seeks out voice trainers who tell him that he totally sounds like a laydee because it's what he wants to hear

Kev the type of nigga who orders chicken tenders with no mayo dip, gets a cheeseburger with extra mayo, sulks off and surreptitiously throws it in the bin and then writes a screed on blueskye about how he totally made them make his food again and would have used his "big girl voice" if they didn't do it right this time while sobbing into his dusty keyboard that smells of cat piss
 
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Such a worthless, feckless coward of a man.
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Gotta love him crying about the doctor for giving him a "fucked up looking pussy" rather than realizing that these surgeons are just making shit up as they go along and don't have any actual clue what they're doing.
If you showed Kevin a picture of a healthy human vagina he'd think it was icky cause it's not like in his Japanese animes.
 
lmao, how would pelvic floor exercises even help? It's a hole with scar tissue. Training muscles will do no difference there.
It's even better that Kevin just straight up admits that he wanted someone else to do all the work for him. He really is committed to being the most helpless, unmotivated lump in existence.
 
Hey, why not? They got the castrations done already, and that's the hardest part to sell.

Kevin is the dumbest motherfucker on the planet and yet he acts like his opinion on things should matter when he can't even be bothered to make appointments or even ask others to do it.
He's so sanctimonious about how the surgeon didn't make PT appointments for him--not that a referral wasn't offered, but they didn't sit down and make the appointments, like day and hour. And then the time he had appointments, he showed up without his dilators multiple times. But still this sense of superiority.

In Kevin's communist utopia, PTs just go door to door on a regular basis and check if people in each house have anything they need PT for. They could travel on a truck playing music, like the ice cream man, but then Kevin would have to notice something happening outside and walk through the door.
 
n Kevin's communist utopia, PTs just go door to door on a regular basis and check if people in each house have anything they need PT for. They could travel on a truck playing music, like the ice cream man, but then Kevin would have to notice something happening outside and walk through the door.
*the distant sound of pink pony club playing through the tinny speakers of an ice cream truck* Grab your dilators, kids. The pussy man is at the end of our street!
 
I don't understand how the PT is responsible for dilation in any way, shape, or form.

PL but I am really good friends with a PT and like 70% of the job is getting older people back in the saddle after some kind of joint surgery, with another 20% of the job getting younger people back in the saddle after accidents. 10% is misc.

Zero percent of the job is dildo-fucking troons.

Like... no.

If a patient whipped out a dildo and dropped trou in front of my bro, he'd run screaming into the woods.

What is Kevin expecting to happen here that isn't basically sex work?

And I am admittedly not a dildo expert but isn't the main point of the thing that you don't need a friend to get the party started?

Kevin Gibes: Too lazy to go fuck himself.
 
I looked up if they prescribe PT for women with vaginismus, and they do. They specifically call it pelvic floor PT, so maybe they just consider amholes closing up as "vaginismus" and throw them into the same treatments. That means this poor physical therapist is going to have to do pic related to Kevin. 🤢 I pray the tranch car never gets fixed so Kevin will be locked away in telehealth jail forever, and the therapist can keep assigning him yoga stretches from the safety of her computer.

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Kevin is such a despicable sack of shit. If there is just one thing about the LGBTQ2SIA+ ideology that could conceivably be worth salvaging from the miasma of perversion and derangement it has become, it is that after "coming out", you can stop lying. You can stop lying to your family, you can stop lying to your friends, you can stop lying to yourself.

But Kevin can't face himself, so he just doubles down on the lies, for years on end, always promising the nerves are waking up, like a crack junkie promising they'll pay you back "for real this time".

Such a worthless, feckless coward of a man. I look forward to Kevin remaining trapped in the closet forever, hiding from the world, and from the monster he truly is.

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This photo should join the hall of fame in the OP imo.

It's a perfect encapsulation of the horrors of Kevin (and the predatory troon industry).
 
I was looking back on the thread and want to share some memories from Kevin's journey so far. His vaginal passage, as it were. (I'm so sorry.)
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I'm not sure which is more unendearing, his innocent hopefulness, or his utter fucking stupidity.
 
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Choosing to brush my teeth every morning is a frustrating decision.

If I don't brush my teeth: Fuzzy teeth, stinky breath.
If I do brush my teeth: In a few hours I'll have fuzzy teeth and stinky breath.


Look, I don't think it's very sensible to hop on board the "let's invert your genitals into an unnatural fuck-pocket" train. Once you do that, though, you have to take care of it.

I guess this is the same phenomenon as people buying dalmatians or clownfish when a movie comes out and abandoning/flushing them when they turn out to be real animals with needs.
 
If a patient whipped out a dildo and dropped trou in front of my bro, he'd run screaming into the woods.
My wild guess is you don't live on Planet Troon where the rules are that you do whatever a troon demands instantly no matter how insane, unpleasant, or perverted it is, and it's usually all three. You probably also live somewhere that gynecologists don't have to look at penises or stinking necrotic neo-"vaginas" and pretend they're actually doing the job they trained for.
 
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