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And for $250 he will get stoned and "fold dishes in a bikini". (Folding dishes? Is bro stoned and meant to say "wash dishes" or "fold clothes", or is he offering to tenderly tuck a plate into a rank used bikini and be like "that'll be $250 and that blunt you just rolled plz.")
Ancient weed meme.
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A pooner with a preoccupation with her packer is put in a pickle when people have to poke her pretend-penis in public. Try saying that several times fast!
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If I was working in a supervisory role for TSA at an airport, I’d make it my SOP to absolutely torture any obvious case of a pooner with a packer.

When those newer CT scanners detect an abnormality in the genital area, she’d immediately be whisked off to the back for a thorough strip searching. Sure, the removal of her binder and exposure of her knockers (or zippertits) would be brutal enough on her, but this procedure would really be done for the sole purpose of forcing her to witness an agent gingerly remove the packer, study it with bewilderment, then stare at her in a fashion that makes even her realize that she’s being seen as some sort of disappointment and neurotic embarrassment. Kinda like this:
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Her “dick,” long a source of (delusional) strength to her, now being manipulated in the hands of an unimpressed agent, looking small and like the pathetic toy/instrument of retarded cope that it is- and further than ever from “the real thing.” With constant misgendering through the whole process to boot.

The internal spiral that this would cause her would be delicious.


You don’t understand the fear I felt when she said “what’s this?” I tried to explain to her it wasn’t for THAT and I use it to pee, and she actually understood.
Idk, I feel like just telling Mom that you indeed use it for masturbation, and *regrettably* left it on the sink, would be a safer and less weird thing to say. No reason why she wouldn’t look the other way, as a woman herself. But, considering Mom’s reply (if she actually said that shit- troons and poons love to stretch the truth), she’s probably supportively up to speed on her daughter’s ongoing poonout, so it’s not an issue in her book. (:_(
 
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This kind of thing really makes me think back on things I did as a child.

I hated wearing dresses and only wore them because my mom bought them for me. And I used to play with my brother's toys and only had boy friends.

If it was now they'd be claiming I'm trans.
I can say the exact same thing, except I thought the phrase 'one of the boys' meant I was one too. I also didn't respond to my actual name and only responded to a male name, man I would have been fucked if I was a kid now.
 
I can say the exact same thing, except I thought the phrase 'one of the boys' meant I was one too. I also didn't respond to my actual name and only responded to a male name, man I would have been fucked if I was a kid now.

They really have forgotten what tomboys are. And that you can be a girl and like boy things or a boy who likes girly stuff without it meaning that you want to change your damn gender.
 
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This Gullible Bitch Trusted Her MAGA Mother

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I was brazen enough to declare "Most guys like porn- the only thing I've really found attractive for the past few years is the idea of being a woman." And I awkwardly stumbled through what that meant. She did not like it, and refused to even think about it. I've felt dirty, disgusting, and cringe all day about how she reacted. I wish I never told her. I wish I could take that back.

Two weeks ago, I told my very conservative mother I was trans, less than a month after I finally admitted it to myself at 27 y/o. I'm starting hormones very soon - I figured telling her before HRT was easier than after. She's a "we need to give poor people less money!" kind of conservative much more than the "we need to win the culture war" kind, so I really thought she'd be okay, but I guess I forgot how enthusiastically she voted for Trump.

She's made it made it clear how much she cares for her children, so I thought she could eventually be okay with it. I became too chronically ill to work last year, and she's been supporting me financially, while I'm not even living with her. I don't doubt she loves me, and I want to have confidence in her so much. I knew better than to ask for correct pronouns in the near future, but I had so much confidence in that she would get it eventually.

Today, she wanted to "talk", after processing all of her feelings from two weeks ago. We talked about it for at least an hour. She has minimal familiarity on the subject; knew there is a difference between gender and sexuality, but "sexuality" seemed to be lost to her. Her biggest question was "how do you know?" and after explaining my depression, body dissociation, and gender dysphoria, she still wasn't convinced. She was so firm that "That really doesn't have to mean trans!" (I'd been telling myself the same for a decade.) I was brazen enough to declare "Most guys like porn- the only thing I've really found attractive for the past few years is the idea of being a woman." And I awkwardly stumbled through what that meant. She did not like it, and refused to even think about it. I've felt dirty, disgusting, and cringe all day about how she reacted. I wish I never told her. I wish I could take that back.

She cried about calling me her daughter, instead of son. She told me the acne scars below my jawline would be a lot more visible without a beard. She tried to dissuade me from being effeminate at all.

I'm only even out to one transfem friend, and her. I thought I'd be able to get my mother on my side. I thought she'd swallow it better after he daughter chose to be vulnerable. It could have been worse. She's not demanding I move back home and don't take hormones, or stop entirely. But, all in all, her feelings about it today were much worse than her feelings when I first told her two weeks ago. And I don't think she's gonna get better. Going forward, she's not getting the full truth.

I don't think I can really lie to her and telling her I'm detransing. That's not a lie I could convincingly tell. I'm not sure what I'll tell her in the future. I'm supposed to call her after my Planned Parenthood appointment this week.

If you're curious about more of the story, you could read my first post, but it's far from necessary. I'm Telling My Mom Tomorrow
 
This one confuses me. If he can even FIT into a womens size 5 that's already pretty small-not to mention women with big feet exist and aren't that uncommon.

I swear trannies think tiny anime girls are reality
Feminists complained that Barbie's feet were too small and this would damage a child's concept of how a body should be proportioned. The response was that little girls are smarter than that. But, I think we just found the one person that actually uses Barbie as the ideal. None too surprising, it is a mentally ill man.
 
This kind of thing really makes me think back on things I did as a child.

I hated wearing dresses and only wore them because my mom bought them for me. And I used to play with my brother's toys and only had boy friends.

If it was now they'd be claiming I'm trans.
I was also a tomboy. Short hair, liked Lego and building, no interest in dolls or pink.
I think things were way less gendered then in a lot of ways. In the 70s everyone was poor so clothes were handed down, and so were often way more unisex for the basics. I grew up in that kind of ‘everyone’s wearing the same ugly corduroy’ sort of era.
It’d never have even occurred to me that I ‘was a boy’ I just wanted to be able to play with and be interested in the stuff I liked. I even wore dresses if I had to, it just wasn’t what I wante to most of the time.
There was no agenda to it, you were simply a child, and tomboy was something accepted completely, at least until puberty. Once I got past that I realised frocks could look pretty good, especially the sexy ones rather than the frothy ones, so I wore them more. I can’t imagine growing up now with the barrage of crap children and teens have to deal with. It must be really hard for them.
 
I was also a tomboy. Short hair, liked Lego and building, no interest in dolls or pink.
I think things were way less gendered then in a lot of ways. In the 70s everyone was poor so clothes were handed down, and so were often way more unisex for the basics. I grew up in that kind of ‘everyone’s wearing the same ugly corduroy’ sort of era.
It’d never have even occurred to me that I ‘was a boy’ I just wanted to be able to play with and be interested in the stuff I liked. I even wore dresses if I had to, it just wasn’t what I wante to most of the time.
There was no agenda to it, you were simply a child, and tomboy was something accepted completely, at least until puberty. Once I got past that I realised frocks could look pretty good, especially the sexy ones rather than the frothy ones, so I wore them more. I can’t imagine growing up now with the barrage of crap children and teens have to deal with. It must be really hard for them.

It does make me miss the days when people didn't care about that kind of thing. Like, parents wouldn't ask if you're trans and they just let you keep your interests.
 
"Most guys like porn- the only thing I've really found attractive for the past few years is the idea of being a woman." And I awkwardly stumbled through what that meant. She did not like it, and refused to even think about it. I've felt dirty, disgusting, and cringe all day about how she reacted. I wish I never told her. I wish I could take that back.

Imagine saying this to your mother, telling her about your fetishist feverish goon-dreams of getting railed like a porn whore. How did you expect she would react to that? You feel dirty and creepy about saying it, I feel the same way from reading about it. I wish you could take that back, too. But here you are, posting about it to a circle-jerk of fellow fetishists and broken losers.
 
Imagine saying this to your mother, telling her about your fetishist feverish goon-dreams of getting railed like a porn whore. How did you expect she would react to that? You feel dirty and creepy about saying it, I feel the same way from reading about it. I wish you could take that back, too. But here you are, posting about it to a circle-jerk of fellow fetishists and broken losers.

This guy also went on about his cock cravings and how he masturbates way more.

And thinks there's nothing wrong with saying creepy shit like that to people.

It just makes it creepier to me. Do they not know what TMI is?
 
12 years ago there was a complaint that toy magazines showed girls posing with toy vacuum cleaners and kitchens, while boys were playing with cars and toy workbenches. The next year the companies changed it so it showed both boys and girls playing with a toy vacuum.
Somehow we regressed and a girl playing with cars must be trans.

When it came to me and my brother, he'd play with my girl toys and I'd play with his boy ones since we always played together anyway.

So technically if it was now they would have labeled my brother too.

Obviously, it's because brothers and sisters play together while young. I'm glad that didn't happen back then.
 
How do you post shit like this and not realize your "gender identity" is a mental illness?
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I don't know why, but when people write out their stutter, like this guy's, "I don't... I can't kill myself," instead of just using the backspace key to rephrase your sentence, I half feel like part of the post's point is the performance instead of a heartfelt expression of whatever is wrong with this stunning lady. You can use "..." in your post, but I've seen troons and poons use it like this before and it always feels fake.
According this post from AIO (Archive) made about 3 months ago, she doesn't shower. (bolded text is my emphasis)
These are the vulnerable retards the predator troons and poons want to groom into joining their sex and castration cult, just remember that.
This post is just... wow. (See how I used it here?)

In all seriousness, this is insanity. At first, I thought it was weird how her mom apparently spanks her 18-year-old, and then I realized she's a grimy Isabella Janke type who behaves like a two-year-old and absolutely should be treated like one.

She can't show because of retarded zoomer trauma? Throws a tantrum because of a shower clog? Is in therapy, but because the therapist gets input from her mom, you can't trust them, either? And her friends think she's retarded for being upset by her mom's behavior? She sounds insufferable.

It does give a lot more context to her post about not knowing if she's trans for just fat and unhappy. Now I'm imagining a fat little eighteen-year-old autist screaming and crying because they don't want to take a shower and still thinking part of her problem is that she needs zipper tits.
If it was now they'd be claiming I'm trans.
My grandmother wanted to be a boy so badly when she was a kid, her trollish older brothers told her the big boulder on the farm was magic, and that if she wished hard enough while laying on it, she'd turn into a boy. Guess what she spent all day doing? Today, they'd be telling her there are magic needles and skittles to turn her into a boy, no mention of how that might screw up her body and would never actually make her a boy.
 
My grandmother wanted to be a boy so badly when she was a kid, her trollish older brothers told her the big boulder on the farm was magic, and that if she wished hard enough while laying on it, she'd turn into a boy. Guess what she spent all day doing? Today, they'd be telling her there are magic needles and skittles to turn her into a boy, no mention of how that might screw up her body and would never actually make her a boy.

I can't imagine the horror you could feel if you made changes like that while so young, messing up your body and realizing years later that you don't really feel that way and now your voice and body are permanently fucked, making you feel way worse.

It sounds like a horror film.
 
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