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📚 Megathread Trannies posting their L's Online - Heckin valid people posting their funny misfortunes on the internet
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If it makes you feel any better, the story has all the hallmarks and flavor of pure fetishistic fantasy.
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What do we think? Clearly passing. Imo.
Lmao. Reddit link. Am on mobile. Forgive me for not being able to archive.
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Why is she asking about the whole state? Is she not aware just how big PA is or is she actually willing to drive 3-6 hours for a troon owned business?What kind of ... ahem ... man goes in for Brazilian waxing?
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Because what could be more manly than no hair down there?
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Fucking lol
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Wait, she in intact, so what she needs is a normal waxing but she's just scared that the beautician will say "nice minge you've got there darling"?What kind of ... ahem ... man goes in for Brazilian waxing?
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As with medicine, they need everyone to pretend not to know what they are while really knowing because there would be accidents or worse otherwise.
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What kind of ... ahem ... man goes in for Brazilian waxing?
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Because what could be more manly than no hair down there?
This is the bizarre reverse of Johnathan Yaniv, when he was turned down waxing due to having a scrotum and penis which both could be understandably damaging by a waxing.
Do waxers normally make conversation about the genitals they wax while doing it?
I unconsciously assumed it was considered bad form for a beautician to comment on other people’s labia?
Also is this chick a ”gay” trans man?
If she is trying to target men who like smooth skinned victims who pass for thirteen year old boys, she will end up in a lot of trouble.
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They’re very professional, and usually make small talk if that’s what a customer wants. She’s just being an overthinking autist. Pooners are too much.
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A trans waxing salon would be the most unhygienic business imaginable. Many guys get waxed anyway, whether it be body builders or fags (but I repeat myself) trying to be hairless for competitions or sex, hell even normal guys get beard waxing now (especially black guys because the hair is thicker). How hard is it to say 'hey I'm exhausted and not in the mood to talk throughout the appointment' if you want to keep the chatter down and not risking being offended? The most the wax ladies ask you to do is bend your knees or move your leg so she can apply the wax better, it's not like they discuss the quality of your beef flaps unless you are very friendly with them and have been multiple times before... tranny waxing, yuck.What kind of ... ahem ... man goes in for Brazilian waxing?
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People who talk like this istg…
Fucking lol
Y’know what I’d like to do if someone ever suicide-baited like that in my presence? Take out one of my pistols in front of them, load a magazine full of dummy rounds (spray-painted gold), and rack the slide. Then, put it on the table and tell them that it’s theirs to do with as they please- as if to say “prove it, pussy, if that’s what you so desperately want.” 99.99% chance they won’t do it, and will instead be taken aback. They’ll whine about how nO oNE cAreS, because they didn’t get the desired, coddling response that their attention-seeking asses desire.
Generally, people who talk flippantly and endlessly about killing themselves are the ones who never come close to following through. People with deep depression who show sudden, inexplicable happiness? Much more of a red flag. Now, if this guy responded to the aforementioned scenario by putting the “loaded” gun to his head and pulling the trigger with no hesitation? That’d be absolutely wild and a rare case of someone who talks about it while being absolutely serious. To the psych ward, posthaste!
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And groomers. It's nice to see whenever someone actually puts together that their community is filled to the brim with degenerates.
I've autistically thought this out, and I think dividing trannies into two groups is too simple. Mostly, you're both right, I think. Granted, trannies have always been crazy and retarded, but at least they weren't obtrusive in the past. At least, they weren't obtrusive in the way that they are now.
These are the trannies that all the old studies were based on, so when you hear stories about how trannies are more likely to be victims of crime than the perpetrators, these are the old studies and statistics they’re likely referring to. Why? Because these are the guys who managed to squeeze through the gatekeeping that used to be done.
Trannies that fall into this category are often uncomfortable with their gender role, but, more importantly, they have severe body dysphoria and/or dysmorphia. They aren’t just unhappy with their bodies, they feel like they’d be happier if they had characteristics of the opposite sex.
For boys, this means that they want breasts. Not for sexual purposes, but because they have dysphoria for their flat chests.
For girls, this might mean wanting a deeper voice and a beard. Again, this is because they have extreme discomfort over their higher pitches and non-fuzzy faces.
This characteristic will be more relevant as we get into later categories. For now, just remember that they’re not trying to avoid their own bodies; they’re pursuing maleness or femaleness.
These trannies are also usually aware that they’re never going to fit in anywhere. That’s not really the point of transition for them; the point is that they hate their bodies a little less. They don’t need DD breasts, they just need something there.
Also, they’re less likely to cause a scene. These aren’t the gigahons who will barge into a bathroom and demand validation, and will probably leave on their own if they realize other people are uncomfortable. Your mileage may vary on this one, though.
The gatekeeping for these guys was once somewhat rigorous. In the UK anyway, they would be forced to undergo a one or two-year test, for example, in which they’d live as a member of the opposite sex (no hormones or anything started) to see how they handle it. If they seem to be coping, despite being obvious freaks, then they’d get their prescription.
That’s not to say that there weren’t fakers, but the idea was to prepare them for what life would be like after treatment, socially. After all, there’s only so much your pills, needles, and scalpels can do.
Disclaimer: I’m not trying to say that these guys aren’t a bunch of lunatics. They absolutely are, and they’re sexist as hell, but they’re less likely to try and make other people think the same way they do. At least that was the case back in ye olden times (about 20 years ago). Basically, these were what shrinks were referring to as transsexuals back in the day, and their experiences shaped the narrative after the floodgates opened wide and everyone and their brother was ready throw their lives out the window for sake of coom, escape, or as one of their many, many identities.
This is the category that someone like Jazz Jennings belongs to, provided we’re very, very generous about the extent of which Janette influenced him. Basically, he’s harmless, and even pitiful, but still a mess of different kinds of crazy.
I’m going to create some avatars to represent each category, one male and one female (unless the category is exclusive to only one sex). So, to begin, meet Timmy.
Timmy was fairly neutral in his behavior or perhaps even effeminate when he was a boy. He had a wide variety of interests and activities, and he seemed to gravitate towards the girls in his class when playtime and recess came. Around the time he entered middle school and puberty raised its ugly head, he got really uncomfortable.
Not uncomfortable in the way that literally every kid hates puberty, but severely disturbed because he really wanted his sexual development to follow his female peers. His voice disturbed him, he hated getting erections, and body hair made him want to slip into a coma.
Timmy managed to convince a shrink that he’s a troon, and after undergoing a bunch of evaluations and a real life test, Timmy got his estrogen and changed his name to Alison. Timmy is aware that his maleness will never be erased and that women will never really see him as one of them, but that’s okay. He doesn’t need constant social and legal validation, as his dysphoria has been a bit relieved.
He’s still a retard, and the doctors are all retards, but he’s not a terribly harmful retard.
He’s not particularly likely to detransition, either. His goal wasn’t to become a stripper or model, so he’s not going to have to face the music one day. He’s a social reject, and, deep inside, he knows it and has made peace with it. He’s got his little queer community that knows and accepts him, and he’s fine.
Cassandra has a similar origin story. She was a tomboy who hated being dressed up for formal occasions. She wanted run, play, and get into nerdy stuff. She was never particularly girly, regardless of how her parents may have forced her to dress, and always felt bad because the boys didn’t want to be seen hanging out with a girl but she really didn’t click with the girls.
Like Timmy, puberty was hard on her. She didn’t just want to avoid growing into a woman, she wanted the voice, the beard, the muscles – the things that she associated with maleness.
Also like Timmy, she managed to convince a doctor that she’s be much happier shooting up on heart-attack causing steroids in order to make herself feel more comfortable in her skin. She can also rest assured that she’s far more likely to pass than Timmy.
She undergoes voice training to ensure that she matches the cadence of intonation of men – something modern pooners usually don’t do – and then starts shooting up. She’ll never be “one of the guys”, but she’s only mildly concerned with that. Like Timmy, she’s got her niche in society, and probably fits in a little better than he does, and she’s likely to just remain a harmless retard.
It’s easy to see why doctors were so fast to say that transpeople were unobtrusive and unlikely to commit violence. Unlike transvestite serial killers, the criteria for being considered for hormones and butchery were that you had to have a persistent desire to be the opposite sex that first manifested when you were very young, and you had to suffer greatly from this dysphoria.
In other words, if you came in claiming rapid onset dysphoria, you wouldn’t get your hormones. This is why early studies claimed that everyone had a ‘gender identity’ that formed when they were around three years old; that’s what the trannies were telling shrinks in order to be given permission to poison their endocrine systems.
Trannies that fall into this category are often uncomfortable with their gender role, but, more importantly, they have severe body dysphoria and/or dysmorphia. They aren’t just unhappy with their bodies, they feel like they’d be happier if they had characteristics of the opposite sex.
For boys, this means that they want breasts. Not for sexual purposes, but because they have dysphoria for their flat chests.
For girls, this might mean wanting a deeper voice and a beard. Again, this is because they have extreme discomfort over their higher pitches and non-fuzzy faces.
This characteristic will be more relevant as we get into later categories. For now, just remember that they’re not trying to avoid their own bodies; they’re pursuing maleness or femaleness.
These trannies are also usually aware that they’re never going to fit in anywhere. That’s not really the point of transition for them; the point is that they hate their bodies a little less. They don’t need DD breasts, they just need something there.
Also, they’re less likely to cause a scene. These aren’t the gigahons who will barge into a bathroom and demand validation, and will probably leave on their own if they realize other people are uncomfortable. Your mileage may vary on this one, though.
The gatekeeping for these guys was once somewhat rigorous. In the UK anyway, they would be forced to undergo a one or two-year test, for example, in which they’d live as a member of the opposite sex (no hormones or anything started) to see how they handle it. If they seem to be coping, despite being obvious freaks, then they’d get their prescription.
That’s not to say that there weren’t fakers, but the idea was to prepare them for what life would be like after treatment, socially. After all, there’s only so much your pills, needles, and scalpels can do.
Disclaimer: I’m not trying to say that these guys aren’t a bunch of lunatics. They absolutely are, and they’re sexist as hell, but they’re less likely to try and make other people think the same way they do. At least that was the case back in ye olden times (about 20 years ago). Basically, these were what shrinks were referring to as transsexuals back in the day, and their experiences shaped the narrative after the floodgates opened wide and everyone and their brother was ready throw their lives out the window for sake of coom, escape, or as one of their many, many identities.
This is the category that someone like Jazz Jennings belongs to, provided we’re very, very generous about the extent of which Janette influenced him. Basically, he’s harmless, and even pitiful, but still a mess of different kinds of crazy.
I’m going to create some avatars to represent each category, one male and one female (unless the category is exclusive to only one sex). So, to begin, meet Timmy.
Timmy was fairly neutral in his behavior or perhaps even effeminate when he was a boy. He had a wide variety of interests and activities, and he seemed to gravitate towards the girls in his class when playtime and recess came. Around the time he entered middle school and puberty raised its ugly head, he got really uncomfortable.
Not uncomfortable in the way that literally every kid hates puberty, but severely disturbed because he really wanted his sexual development to follow his female peers. His voice disturbed him, he hated getting erections, and body hair made him want to slip into a coma.
Timmy managed to convince a shrink that he’s a troon, and after undergoing a bunch of evaluations and a real life test, Timmy got his estrogen and changed his name to Alison. Timmy is aware that his maleness will never be erased and that women will never really see him as one of them, but that’s okay. He doesn’t need constant social and legal validation, as his dysphoria has been a bit relieved.
He’s still a retard, and the doctors are all retards, but he’s not a terribly harmful retard.
He’s not particularly likely to detransition, either. His goal wasn’t to become a stripper or model, so he’s not going to have to face the music one day. He’s a social reject, and, deep inside, he knows it and has made peace with it. He’s got his little queer community that knows and accepts him, and he’s fine.
Cassandra has a similar origin story. She was a tomboy who hated being dressed up for formal occasions. She wanted run, play, and get into nerdy stuff. She was never particularly girly, regardless of how her parents may have forced her to dress, and always felt bad because the boys didn’t want to be seen hanging out with a girl but she really didn’t click with the girls.
Like Timmy, puberty was hard on her. She didn’t just want to avoid growing into a woman, she wanted the voice, the beard, the muscles – the things that she associated with maleness.
Also like Timmy, she managed to convince a doctor that she’s be much happier shooting up on heart-attack causing steroids in order to make herself feel more comfortable in her skin. She can also rest assured that she’s far more likely to pass than Timmy.
She undergoes voice training to ensure that she matches the cadence of intonation of men – something modern pooners usually don’t do – and then starts shooting up. She’ll never be “one of the guys”, but she’s only mildly concerned with that. Like Timmy, she’s got her niche in society, and probably fits in a little better than he does, and she’s likely to just remain a harmless retard.
It’s easy to see why doctors were so fast to say that transpeople were unobtrusive and unlikely to commit violence. Unlike transvestite serial killers, the criteria for being considered for hormones and butchery were that you had to have a persistent desire to be the opposite sex that first manifested when you were very young, and you had to suffer greatly from this dysphoria.
In other words, if you came in claiming rapid onset dysphoria, you wouldn’t get your hormones. This is why early studies claimed that everyone had a ‘gender identity’ that formed when they were around three years old; that’s what the trannies were telling shrinks in order to be given permission to poison their endocrine systems.
These are the trannies that treat pronouns, disorders, SJW causes, fetishes, and other sexualities and identities like Pokémon trading cards. Their bios are covered in red flags that they think are perfectly natural, and the more oppression and quirk points they accumulate, the more likely they are to win the Cultural Victory category of real-life Civ.
They may or may not have body dysphoria, but that’s not the point. These were the first to insist that you could be perfectly comfortable in your skin and still be trans whilst simultaneously screaming about how they’d totally die by suicide if doctors still clinging to the old ways wouldn’t give them their life-saving medication.
This category encompasses a different kind of tranny, too. This is the one that’s been dealing with mental health issues, sexual assault, etc., and their goal is to find a new way of coping because the psychiatric industry is the worst.
Perhaps their shrink encouraged them to explore gender as being the root cause of their BPD/anxiety/depression/other disorder, or perhaps they went looking for their fellow sufferers online so they can feed each other spoonfuls of misery and exacerbate the problem instead of solving them and dissolving their toxic community, but they found groomers.
Or perhaps they’re transitioning in order to avoid something. This is usually the case with twinks and sexual assault survivors. Unlike the former category of trannies, they don’t necessarily want to move towards the opposite sex, they just want to avoid the pitfalls they perceive with their own.
Depending on their motivations, these can either be some of the most insane creatures you’ve ever met, constantly pushing for “validation” and being addicted more to the cause and the clout than anything else, or they can be the most reserved and neurotic types of them all.
As far as detransitioning goes, they’re really a mixed bag. Far more likely to detransition than the previous category, but still stubborn enough to continue pursuing the cause because you’re a bigot if you don’t. They’re likely to fall victim to the sunk cost fallacy but will never be self-aware enough to realize it because they’re all certifiably insane.
Here are my avatars for this kind:
Meet Colton. Colton’s parents are liberal diehards who always Trust the Science, so when Colton fell into typical teenaged angst during adolescence, they immediately rushed him to his local shrink where he was diagnosed with extreme anxiety. At the shrink’s insistence that he attend school online so his grades don’t suffer from his inability to cope, this meant that Colton had even more access to social media than your average teen.
Colton discovered a lot of people in his online Discord and subreddits for dealing with his kind of problems were trans. After exploring for a bit, he realized his egg was cracking. His shrink immediately validated these new feelings and encouraged him to explore further, thinking she may have found the root cause of Colton’s problems.
Colton came out of the closet with help from his therapist, and his super-validating, high-IQ parents immediately congratulated him and were ready to indulge in this new thing he’d picked up. He changed his name to Bridget and got a new wardrobe filled with lace and flowers and all of the most feminine things he could find.
He set aside his action figures and picked up a craft book, and all of this was considered to be breaking down gender barriers. He was no longer an anxiety-riddled teenager who couldn’t even function out in the real world; he was the stunning and brave Bridget, who still can’t function out in the real world, but who cares at this point? Bridget must be coddled and protected from the scary transphobes who want to rape and murder her!
Colton now has a ton of new friends, too. The trans community is huge, and they’re present in pretty much every single online community so you can’t get away from them.
The sad news is that the hugboxing and the sudden happiness won’t last. Colton will probably wind up either in the same place he started or in a worse place, and whether he detransitions, join the 41%, or continues on will depend on how much self-awareness he cultivates.
He may never put two and two together, or he might. The latter is the scary part, because it’s the Coltons of the world who contribute heavily to that statistic they like to throw around.
Now I want to introduce you to Lindsey. Lindsey has always been a collector of trendy things. For a while, it was all things glittery. Then it was shoes. Then it was plushies. A fan of unboxing videos, Lindsey soon wanted to collect those as well!
As her world expanded beyond the confines of her friend group and TikTok trends, she started championing the causes of everyone else, too. She wants to free Palestine (but not North Korea), kill ICE agents, stop making humans illegal, tell cops not to arrest black people, and cast witch spells that will kill Donald Trump.
But it’s not enough, is it? She’ll only ever be an ally, and that's not enough to erase all of your privilege. She’ll always be a white oppressor, and as a woman, that also means she has poisonous tears that will strike down any black man who’s harassing or assaulting her, and that would make her a murderer of abusive but mostly innocent men.
You see, privilege isn’t something you cherish and appreciate. It’s something to be torn down, and so Lindsey starts collecting new things: oppression points. Soon, Lindsey manages to equip herself with ADD, anxiety, autism, PTSD (which she then levels up to CPTSD), and a DID system of all her favorite fictional characters, plus some originals.
Also, she wants you to know that she’s not straight, she poly. Don’t mess it up, even if you’ve only ever seen her flirting with boys.
She can’t identify as black without being as vilified as Rachel Dolezal, but there’s something else she can do. Lindsey changes her name to Aiden and tells everyone she’s a boy.
As soon as she does, her friend group does as well, just as they’ve all been busy equipping themselves with the most recent trendy disorders.
Lindsey becomes insufferable to the world around her. If you don’t respect her pronouns, she’ll call you out with a smug look on her face. She’s more than ready to excuse any bad behavior on her part by informing the people around her that she’s a neurodivergent transmasc (“transman” sounds too real still).
Lindsey may or may not detransition. If the trend becomes too unpopular, she might. However, for as long as her new queer community complains that they’re about to be genocided any minute now, she’s likely to stay on board so she can transition into the next Anne Frank.
The horror of these trannies is that, if they don’t troon or poon themselves, they’re likely to troon out their kids.
They may or may not have body dysphoria, but that’s not the point. These were the first to insist that you could be perfectly comfortable in your skin and still be trans whilst simultaneously screaming about how they’d totally die by suicide if doctors still clinging to the old ways wouldn’t give them their life-saving medication.
This category encompasses a different kind of tranny, too. This is the one that’s been dealing with mental health issues, sexual assault, etc., and their goal is to find a new way of coping because the psychiatric industry is the worst.
Perhaps their shrink encouraged them to explore gender as being the root cause of their BPD/anxiety/depression/other disorder, or perhaps they went looking for their fellow sufferers online so they can feed each other spoonfuls of misery and exacerbate the problem instead of solving them and dissolving their toxic community, but they found groomers.
Or perhaps they’re transitioning in order to avoid something. This is usually the case with twinks and sexual assault survivors. Unlike the former category of trannies, they don’t necessarily want to move towards the opposite sex, they just want to avoid the pitfalls they perceive with their own.
Depending on their motivations, these can either be some of the most insane creatures you’ve ever met, constantly pushing for “validation” and being addicted more to the cause and the clout than anything else, or they can be the most reserved and neurotic types of them all.
As far as detransitioning goes, they’re really a mixed bag. Far more likely to detransition than the previous category, but still stubborn enough to continue pursuing the cause because you’re a bigot if you don’t. They’re likely to fall victim to the sunk cost fallacy but will never be self-aware enough to realize it because they’re all certifiably insane.
Here are my avatars for this kind:
Meet Colton. Colton’s parents are liberal diehards who always Trust the Science, so when Colton fell into typical teenaged angst during adolescence, they immediately rushed him to his local shrink where he was diagnosed with extreme anxiety. At the shrink’s insistence that he attend school online so his grades don’t suffer from his inability to cope, this meant that Colton had even more access to social media than your average teen.
Colton discovered a lot of people in his online Discord and subreddits for dealing with his kind of problems were trans. After exploring for a bit, he realized his egg was cracking. His shrink immediately validated these new feelings and encouraged him to explore further, thinking she may have found the root cause of Colton’s problems.
Colton came out of the closet with help from his therapist, and his super-validating, high-IQ parents immediately congratulated him and were ready to indulge in this new thing he’d picked up. He changed his name to Bridget and got a new wardrobe filled with lace and flowers and all of the most feminine things he could find.
He set aside his action figures and picked up a craft book, and all of this was considered to be breaking down gender barriers. He was no longer an anxiety-riddled teenager who couldn’t even function out in the real world; he was the stunning and brave Bridget, who still can’t function out in the real world, but who cares at this point? Bridget must be coddled and protected from the scary transphobes who want to rape and murder her!
Colton now has a ton of new friends, too. The trans community is huge, and they’re present in pretty much every single online community so you can’t get away from them.
The sad news is that the hugboxing and the sudden happiness won’t last. Colton will probably wind up either in the same place he started or in a worse place, and whether he detransitions, join the 41%, or continues on will depend on how much self-awareness he cultivates.
He may never put two and two together, or he might. The latter is the scary part, because it’s the Coltons of the world who contribute heavily to that statistic they like to throw around.
Now I want to introduce you to Lindsey. Lindsey has always been a collector of trendy things. For a while, it was all things glittery. Then it was shoes. Then it was plushies. A fan of unboxing videos, Lindsey soon wanted to collect those as well!
As her world expanded beyond the confines of her friend group and TikTok trends, she started championing the causes of everyone else, too. She wants to free Palestine (but not North Korea), kill ICE agents, stop making humans illegal, tell cops not to arrest black people, and cast witch spells that will kill Donald Trump.
But it’s not enough, is it? She’ll only ever be an ally, and that's not enough to erase all of your privilege. She’ll always be a white oppressor, and as a woman, that also means she has poisonous tears that will strike down any black man who’s harassing or assaulting her, and that would make her a murderer of abusive but mostly innocent men.
You see, privilege isn’t something you cherish and appreciate. It’s something to be torn down, and so Lindsey starts collecting new things: oppression points. Soon, Lindsey manages to equip herself with ADD, anxiety, autism, PTSD (which she then levels up to CPTSD), and a DID system of all her favorite fictional characters, plus some originals.
Also, she wants you to know that she’s not straight, she poly. Don’t mess it up, even if you’ve only ever seen her flirting with boys.
She can’t identify as black without being as vilified as Rachel Dolezal, but there’s something else she can do. Lindsey changes her name to Aiden and tells everyone she’s a boy.
As soon as she does, her friend group does as well, just as they’ve all been busy equipping themselves with the most recent trendy disorders.
Lindsey becomes insufferable to the world around her. If you don’t respect her pronouns, she’ll call you out with a smug look on her face. She’s more than ready to excuse any bad behavior on her part by informing the people around her that she’s a neurodivergent transmasc (“transman” sounds too real still).
Lindsey may or may not detransition. If the trend becomes too unpopular, she might. However, for as long as her new queer community complains that they’re about to be genocided any minute now, she’s likely to stay on board so she can transition into the next Anne Frank.
The horror of these trannies is that, if they don’t troon or poon themselves, they’re likely to troon out their kids.
These trannies aren’t grappling with not feeling special enough, they’re hitting an existential crisis. Their lives are all mapped out, and they need something to liven them up! They’re boring. Vanilla. Stable. Often, they have a wife (husband) or long-term girlfriend (boyfriend), and they just know there’s someone new and exciting dwelling just beneath the surface.
These trannies are often mixed up in every fetish on the planet because the idea of being normal and having a dependable life is like kryptonite to them.
Basically, these are the people who would probably have gone to the station for milk or gas and never returned in decades past, but that’s old-school. If you pull that now, the authorities will find you because of social media and crap and force you to pay child support and other style crimping things.
No, if you want a fresh start now, you just transition. Even better, when the inevitable divorce happens, society will view it as the spouse abandoning you and not you walking out on your family.
While both males and females might decide to roleplay as Frankenstein’s Monster in real life, there’s really only one reason why anyone goes down this road, and we’ll call him Jared.
Jared works a 9-5 job in an office and comes home bored, frustrated, and exhausted. His life is a script, and all that’s left is for him to act out his part until the end. It’s soul-crushing, and he can’t take it. He wishes he could walk away and redo his life, this time in a more exciting fashion.
He tries dabbling in different fetishes, looking for the thing that will spark some passion or excitement in his life, and then it happens: he finds Stacey. Stacey, it turns out, is the woman who has lived inside him all his life. Nestled in a cocoon, waiting to burst forth, Stacey is the reason Jared has been so frustrated all his life. He was a woman the entire time, and now that his egg has cracked, he’s ready to begin a new life.
He comes out to his wife, who packs her bags and leaves. Jared is heartbroken, but that’s okay because he’s not Jared anymore. Jared is heartbroken, but that’s because Jared sucks. Stacey can take it, because she’s stunning and a rebel. She’s a fighter, she’s exciting, and she’s sexy in ways Jared never was.
Jared was into boring things like tabletop games and Minesweeper. Stacey is into exciting things, like fashion, and she wants to be a sex worker.
Jared has completely disassociated from Jared.
Luckily, Jared might still hit post-nut clarity; we just hope for his sake that isn’t literally post-nut. All Jared really needed was a new motorcycle or some new hobbies. Of course, Jared is equally likely to join the 41%.
These trannies are often mixed up in every fetish on the planet because the idea of being normal and having a dependable life is like kryptonite to them.
Basically, these are the people who would probably have gone to the station for milk or gas and never returned in decades past, but that’s old-school. If you pull that now, the authorities will find you because of social media and crap and force you to pay child support and other style crimping things.
No, if you want a fresh start now, you just transition. Even better, when the inevitable divorce happens, society will view it as the spouse abandoning you and not you walking out on your family.
While both males and females might decide to roleplay as Frankenstein’s Monster in real life, there’s really only one reason why anyone goes down this road, and we’ll call him Jared.
Jared works a 9-5 job in an office and comes home bored, frustrated, and exhausted. His life is a script, and all that’s left is for him to act out his part until the end. It’s soul-crushing, and he can’t take it. He wishes he could walk away and redo his life, this time in a more exciting fashion.
He tries dabbling in different fetishes, looking for the thing that will spark some passion or excitement in his life, and then it happens: he finds Stacey. Stacey, it turns out, is the woman who has lived inside him all his life. Nestled in a cocoon, waiting to burst forth, Stacey is the reason Jared has been so frustrated all his life. He was a woman the entire time, and now that his egg has cracked, he’s ready to begin a new life.
He comes out to his wife, who packs her bags and leaves. Jared is heartbroken, but that’s okay because he’s not Jared anymore. Jared is heartbroken, but that’s because Jared sucks. Stacey can take it, because she’s stunning and a rebel. She’s a fighter, she’s exciting, and she’s sexy in ways Jared never was.
Jared was into boring things like tabletop games and Minesweeper. Stacey is into exciting things, like fashion, and she wants to be a sex worker.
Jared has completely disassociated from Jared.
Luckily, Jared might still hit post-nut clarity; we just hope for his sake that isn’t literally post-nut. All Jared really needed was a new motorcycle or some new hobbies. Of course, Jared is equally likely to join the 41%.
Gigahon isn’t just a body type, it’s an attitude. The guys who decide to transition into a gigahon are loud, aggressive, and usually sex-obsessed. These are the quintessential lolcows, not trying to escape from anything, they just embrace the degeneracy they bring and the ability to bully people they don’t like with impunity. These are the trannies who need the DD breasts, the implants, and all want to be hookers and Only Fans stars.
They want in the women's room, and they're willing to commit violence to show you they mean business about their validation. They also sometimes stand outside of Star Wars shops and browbeat the old nerds who run them. They're going to remind you that "It's Ma'am!" and before you decide not to submit to their demands, you should equip some bear spray.
These guys aren’t likely to 41%, I don’t think, unless they do it following a murder. Or maybe if they’re someone of good standing who just had his reputation destroyed when it got out that they have unwholesome fetishes, like that one preacher.
I don’t need to create an avatar for these guys, as they’re all over the site!
They want in the women's room, and they're willing to commit violence to show you they mean business about their validation. They also sometimes stand outside of Star Wars shops and browbeat the old nerds who run them. They're going to remind you that "It's Ma'am!" and before you decide not to submit to their demands, you should equip some bear spray.
These guys aren’t likely to 41%, I don’t think, unless they do it following a murder. Or maybe if they’re someone of good standing who just had his reputation destroyed when it got out that they have unwholesome fetishes, like that one preacher.
I don’t need to create an avatar for these guys, as they’re all over the site!
My local community is nothing like that, but I regularly come into contact with rapehons and polycule idiots.
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Literal demon of Slaanesh. Not even joking, it gave me that vibe.
Same applies to retarded modern day nihilists. They will constantly say that nothing matters, we should go extinct and nothing in the world is worth a damn but ask them to say "nigger" and suddenly they will take an issue with it.
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Fun fact: this thread's creator, @Meiwaku is a lolicon-loving degenerate. Feel free to discuss it in this thread.
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This and the post about 'micropenis' as an insult got me thinking.
There's that old joke: what do you call someone who graduates ar the very bottom of his class in medical school? A: 'Doctor'.
I think to myself: What do you call someone with the tiniest penis in the city? A: Male
As a small penis haver (yeah, TMI, I know!), I have many grievances related to this topic, but I have never for a goddamn second doubted my maleness because of it.
Then I saw this graph here and I laughed so hard. Turns out even the smallest guy is bigger than any pooner's Frankenweenie! How #affirming and #validating for me LOL
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OP is either a real tranny or a spiritual one. Xe is also a pedophile who masturbates to lolis.
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Now both the OPs of the "Trannies Posting Their Ls Online" and "Tranny Sideshows on Social Media" threads have been exposed as troons.
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Well, your own personal insecurities aside, I assure you that Mother Nature made you right the first time so long as it works and jerks as intended - so I best not see you or any other Kiwi showing up in the SRS thread with a silly little flesh noodle made from your arm skin just to gain a few more impotent inches!
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A tranny finds the delicate intricacies of female social rituals to be most tiresome. I love posts like this from either side of the aisle because both sexes do engage in their own unique behaviors when in mixed company versus what they presume to be single-sexed (and personally, I see nothing wrong with the way men or women navigate conflict, simply different styles). But I'd think if one had a true and honest lady soul, they might be a little bit more adept at navigating how the gals be gabbin' than this, wouldn't you?
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Being friends with cis women often just feels so performative
Generally speaking, even though I feel way safer around cis women than cis men, and they are actually capable of just being friends without romantic/sexual interest which is great. I still run into some problems.
I find female friendships almost always like "oh my god what’s in your sandwich?? is that pesto??WAIT… asparagus??
oh that’s soo nice!!" - I'm just like...it's a sandwich. Please. After 10 minutes I want to hop in a cannon and launch myself to Gusty Garden Galaxy.
A lot of my female friends also care so much about social rituals like birthday planning, gifts etc while I find this stuff trivial, but then I get guilt tripped if I don't participate in it.
Another thing is conflict style. If I accidentally upset a guy he'll usually just say something, if it's one of my girl friends, I'm now in some psychological mystery thriller and I have to roleplay as Sherlock fucking Holmes to figure out what I did wrong.
Decisions can go on forever. I'll be in a group chat with some of my girl friends, one will suggest something like "let's go to the zoo?!?"
and instead of: “nah the zoo sucks"
the other girl says "omg wait bowling could be cute!!what does everyone think??”
Now 14 messages later, no decision has been made and I'm actually going insane so I get assertive and try to lock in something for all of us and it's like..WHY!! I didn't transition to make decisions
I don't know what to do honestly, like I know not every girl is like this but from my years of social experience this is more often than not the case and it sucks
