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[World's Smallest Violin]

Well since those hormones are harvested from horses, wouldn't that mean they are part horse as well? Nice loophole for a doctor, if the troon has broken a leg or suffers from something debilitating, just take it behind a shed and perform a mercy kill.

Doctors out there be like "MAAAN I GOTTA PERFORM ON DEESE FOLK??". It should be sanctioned seeing as now they have horse DNA pumping through their (malfunctioning) veins.

 

[Mangina Smooch Sound]

Trannies Haul

David Caruso finally trooned out, lol ?

 

[Potatis Salad]

Ask Polly: I'm Trans and I Feel Unlovable [Archive]

Spoiler: Full text, emphasis mine

Dear Polly,

I’m a trans woman who came out just over three years ago, in my mid-40s. I lost my marriage and almost all of my friends, but I’ve made a new life in the city. I have a much better relationship with my children now that I’m not seeing them through a fog of depression. The friendships I have now are so much deeper, more joyful, and more rewarding than the ones I had in my old life, and despite all the awfulness that comes with being visibly trans — and there’s a lot of awfulness right now — my life now is so much better than it was before.

Or at least, it is as long as I keep moving. I feel like a shark: if I stop swimming, I’ll sink. So I’m constantly filling my time with concerts and films and creative projects and freelance work and volunteer work because if I have any downtime, all I feel is lonely and miserable. I feel that by coming out I’ve pretty much guaranteed that I’ll be alone for the rest of my life, and that terrifies me.

I didn’t date from my early teens until I met my wife in my very late 20s. I was convinced that my terrible secret, which at the time I thought was just that I liked to cross-dress, would mean instant rejection. I decided to be up-front when I met my future wife, and I told her that I cross-dressed very early in our relationship. She was fine with it, and when I finally worked it all out and realized I was trans, she tried to be fine with that, too. It didn’t work out. What initially began as a lack of attraction to me quickly turned into disgust.

My father rejected me when I came out, too. He wrote me deliberately vicious emails that were thousands of words long. There was nothing feminine about me. Who was I trying to kid? What was I doing to my children’s lives? Had I lost my fucking mind? Those were the nicer things he said, and I’ve heard his cruelest words in my head on a loop pretty much ever since. Whenever I consider even trying a dating app, it’s his voice I hear.

And it’s not just him. It’s our entire culture. I’ve spent most of my life being told that people like me are monsters, and seeing trans women portrayed as deceitful and dangerous and disgusting. For four decades I’ve been told again and again that people like me are broken, dangerous, hideous, unlovable. Just last week at a comedy show I had to sit through a routine where the comic shared his disgust at a dream in which a woman turned out to be trans. That was the entire joke: Trans! Ugh! I’ve heard that one a lot.

I feel like decades of that have poisoned me, and made it impossible to believe that anybody could desire me.

I know trans people are beautiful, and I try to remember the nice things my friends who are women tell me: that I’m pretty, that I’m charismatic, that I’m funny, that I’m kind. But all I see is what I’m not. I’m terrified by the prospect of dating because under the wig and the makeup and the too-small breasts there’s a body I hate, a body that isn’t feminine enough, a body stuck in limbo between man and woman.

In the rest of my life I’ve made peace with and even drawn strength from being trans: I stand up and perform on stages under bright lights, confident and comfortable in my own skin, sometimes looking pretty fierce. I’ve lost the stage fright that plagued the old me.

But when I imagine dating, I lose all that confidence. I can’t bring myself to swipe right because I expect rejection. Maybe it’ll happen when she discovers that I haven’t had surgery, or when she sees my height and build, or when she hears my too-deep voice, or when she finds out my hair is a wig, or…

I know that maybe someone out there won’t mind any of that. But I also know that the chances of finding her are slim, and the chances of being rejected by other women are high. I’m tough, but I don’t know if I’ll ever feel tough enough to deal with that, because the rejections I’ve had in the last few years have been the cruelest kind and I don’t think I can take many, or any, more.

So I keep swimming, because if I don’t, I’ll sink. But each day I feel like I’m getting lower.

Help me, Polly. How do I rise?

Trans and Tired

This fucking manipulative pervert. How many times per week do you think he leans on women who are too uncomfortable to say no his "friends who are women" to tell him he's sOoOoO totally pretty? And it's not enough. He's gotta write in to a female advice columnist to suck up some of her energy and complain about women.

And Polly delivers. She spends almost 3000 words slobbering on this dude's stunning and brave taint. She says that he is full of "stubborn, brilliant light" inside. How does she know? She can just totally tell!!! She mentions that he may be feeling down because he hasn't chopped off his dick yet, but the dude's letter actually simply says that he has not chopped off his dick. Spoiler alert, Polly. He's never gonna have surgery because, as a guy, he likes his dick.

 

[Lurk]

That post title

 

[Bad Gateway]

Ask Polly: I'm Trans and I Feel Unlovable [Archive]

Spoiler: Full text, emphasis mine

Dear Polly,

I’m a trans woman who came out just over three years ago, in my mid-40s. I lost my marriage and almost all of my friends, but I’ve made a new life in the city. I have a much better relationship with my children now that I’m not seeing them through a fog of depression. The friendships I have now are so much deeper, more joyful, and more rewarding than the ones I had in my old life, and despite all the awfulness that comes with being visibly trans — and there’s a lot of awfulness right now — my life now is so much better than it was before.

Or at least, it is as long as I keep moving. I feel like a shark: if I stop swimming, I’ll sink. So I’m constantly filling my time with concerts and films and creative projects and freelance work and volunteer work because if I have any downtime, all I feel is lonely and miserable. I feel that by coming out I’ve pretty much guaranteed that I’ll be alone for the rest of my life, and that terrifies me.

I didn’t date from my early teens until I met my wife in my very late 20s. I was convinced that my terrible secret, which at the time I thought was just that I liked to cross-dress, would mean instant rejection. I decided to be up-front when I met my future wife, and I told her that I cross-dressed very early in our relationship. She was fine with it, and when I finally worked it all out and realized I was trans, she tried to be fine with that, too. It didn’t work out. What initially began as a lack of attraction to me quickly turned into disgust.

My father rejected me when I came out, too. He wrote me deliberately vicious emails that were thousands of words long. There was nothing feminine about me. Who was I trying to kid? What was I doing to my children’s lives? Had I lost my fucking mind? Those were the nicer things he said, and I’ve heard his cruelest words in my head on a loop pretty much ever since. Whenever I consider even trying a dating app, it’s his voice I hear.

And it’s not just him. It’s our entire culture. I’ve spent most of my life being told that people like me are monsters, and seeing trans women portrayed as deceitful and dangerous and disgusting. For four decades I’ve been told again and again that people like me are broken, dangerous, hideous, unlovable. Just last week at a comedy show I had to sit through a routine where the comic shared his disgust at a dream in which a woman turned out to be trans. That was the entire joke: Trans! Ugh! I’ve heard that one a lot.

I feel like decades of that have poisoned me, and made it impossible to believe that anybody could desire me.

I know trans people are beautiful, and I try to remember the nice things my friends who are women tell me: that I’m pretty, that I’m charismatic, that I’m funny, that I’m kind. But all I see is what I’m not. I’m terrified by the prospect of dating because under the wig and the makeup and the too-small breasts there’s a body I hate, a body that isn’t feminine enough, a body stuck in limbo between man and woman.

In the rest of my life I’ve made peace with and even drawn strength from being trans: I stand up and perform on stages under bright lights, confident and comfortable in my own skin, sometimes looking pretty fierce. I’ve lost the stage fright that plagued the old me.

But when I imagine dating, I lose all that confidence. I can’t bring myself to swipe right because I expect rejection. Maybe it’ll happen when she discovers that I haven’t had surgery, or when she sees my height and build, or when she hears my too-deep voice, or when she finds out my hair is a wig, or…

I know that maybe someone out there won’t mind any of that. But I also know that the chances of finding her are slim, and the chances of being rejected by other women are high. I’m tough, but I don’t know if I’ll ever feel tough enough to deal with that, because the rejections I’ve had in the last few years have been the cruelest kind and I don’t think I can take many, or any, more.

So I keep swimming, because if I don’t, I’ll sink. But each day I feel like I’m getting lower.

Help me, Polly. How do I rise?

Trans and Tired

This fucking manipulative pervert. How many times per week do you think he leans on women who are too uncomfortable to say no his "friends who are women" to tell him he's sOoOoO totally pretty? And it's not enough. He's gotta write in to a female advice columnist to suck up some of her energy and complain about women.

And Polly delivers. She spends almost 3000 words slobbering on this dude's stunning and brave taint. She says that he is full of "stubborn, brilliant light" inside. How does she know? She can just totally tell!!! She mentions that he may be feeling down because he hasn't chopped off his dick yet, but the dude's letter actually simply says that he has not chopped off his dick. Spoiler alert, Polly. He's never gonna have surgery because, as a guy, he likes his dick.

What's that old saying? If you run into assholes all day, you're probably a weak cunt who spent decades refining and excusing their way into making their fetish their lifestyle.

Grandpappy used to say that all the time

 

[KiwiJoe]

That post title
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What makes 4chan's /lgbt/ different than troon Reddit?

 

[💗Freddie Freaker💗]

Check out this obvious girl larping as a guy.

Dorian Electra is a joke.

 

[Ceci]

Check out this obvious girl larping as a guy.

Dorian Electra is a joke.
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I love that she puts her voice through all that processing in the music, and it still doesn't sound anything like a man's. Kinda funny to see Fujos living out their fetish to the fullest.

 

[OttoWest]

Ask Polly: I'm Trans and I Feel Unlovable [Archive]

Spoiler: Full text, emphasis mine

Dear Polly,

I’m a trans woman who came out just over three years ago, in my mid-40s. I lost my marriage and almost all of my friends, but I’ve made a new life in the city. I have a much better relationship with my children now that I’m not seeing them through a fog of depression. The friendships I have now are so much deeper, more joyful, and more rewarding than the ones I had in my old life, and despite all the awfulness that comes with being visibly trans — and there’s a lot of awfulness right now — my life now is so much better than it was before.

Or at least, it is as long as I keep moving. I feel like a shark: if I stop swimming, I’ll sink. So I’m constantly filling my time with concerts and films and creative projects and freelance work and volunteer work because if I have any downtime, all I feel is lonely and miserable. I feel that by coming out I’ve pretty much guaranteed that I’ll be alone for the rest of my life, and that terrifies me.

I didn’t date from my early teens until I met my wife in my very late 20s. I was convinced that my terrible secret, which at the time I thought was just that I liked to cross-dress, would mean instant rejection. I decided to be up-front when I met my future wife, and I told her that I cross-dressed very early in our relationship. She was fine with it, and when I finally worked it all out and realized I was trans, she tried to be fine with that, too. It didn’t work out. What initially began as a lack of attraction to me quickly turned into disgust.

My father rejected me when I came out, too. He wrote me deliberately vicious emails that were thousands of words long. There was nothing feminine about me. Who was I trying to kid? What was I doing to my children’s lives? Had I lost my fucking mind? Those were the nicer things he said, and I’ve heard his cruelest words in my head on a loop pretty much ever since. Whenever I consider even trying a dating app, it’s his voice I hear.

And it’s not just him. It’s our entire culture. I’ve spent most of my life being told that people like me are monsters, and seeing trans women portrayed as deceitful and dangerous and disgusting. For four decades I’ve been told again and again that people like me are broken, dangerous, hideous, unlovable. Just last week at a comedy show I had to sit through a routine where the comic shared his disgust at a dream in which a woman turned out to be trans. That was the entire joke: Trans! Ugh! I’ve heard that one a lot.

I feel like decades of that have poisoned me, and made it impossible to believe that anybody could desire me.

I know trans people are beautiful, and I try to remember the nice things my friends who are women tell me: that I’m pretty, that I’m charismatic, that I’m funny, that I’m kind. But all I see is what I’m not. I’m terrified by the prospect of dating because under the wig and the makeup and the too-small breasts there’s a body I hate, a body that isn’t feminine enough, a body stuck in limbo between man and woman.

In the rest of my life I’ve made peace with and even drawn strength from being trans: I stand up and perform on stages under bright lights, confident and comfortable in my own skin, sometimes looking pretty fierce. I’ve lost the stage fright that plagued the old me.

But when I imagine dating, I lose all that confidence. I can’t bring myself to swipe right because I expect rejection. Maybe it’ll happen when she discovers that I haven’t had surgery, or when she sees my height and build, or when she hears my too-deep voice, or when she finds out my hair is a wig, or…

I know that maybe someone out there won’t mind any of that. But I also know that the chances of finding her are slim, and the chances of being rejected by other women are high. I’m tough, but I don’t know if I’ll ever feel tough enough to deal with that, because the rejections I’ve had in the last few years have been the cruelest kind and I don’t think I can take many, or any, more.

So I keep swimming, because if I don’t, I’ll sink. But each day I feel like I’m getting lower.

Help me, Polly. How do I rise?

Trans and Tired

This fucking manipulative pervert. How many times per week do you think he leans on women who are too uncomfortable to say no his "friends who are women" to tell him he's sOoOoO totally pretty? And it's not enough. He's gotta write in to a female advice columnist to suck up some of her energy and complain about women.

And Polly delivers. She spends almost 3000 words slobbering on this dude's stunning and brave taint. She says that he is full of "stubborn, brilliant light" inside. How does she know? She can just totally tell!!! She mentions that he may be feeling down because he hasn't chopped off his dick yet, but the dude's letter actually simply says that he has not chopped off his dick. Spoiler alert, Polly. He's never gonna have surgery because, as a guy, he likes his dick.

I love it when these morons give troons virtual handjobs when in real life they’d be utterly repulsed and humiliated to know the guy is fapping to it— it’s straight out of Happiness.

Anyone want to wager this being one of the trans widowmakers featured here? Maybe the queer wannabe rabbi? The longhaired selfie queen with four autistic kids? Maybe even DonNotDawnButDonNowDawn Ennis?

 

[stupid fuck]

lmao are you fuckin serious

 

[💗Freddie Freaker💗]

I love that she puts her voice through all that processing in the music, and it still doesn't sound anything like a man's. Kinda funny to see Fujos living out their fetish to the fullest.

I get the impression she's the FTM equivalent of a coomer: she doesn't care about passing, she just wants to imagine herself as one of the boys in her yaoi comics.

Imagine wearing this shirt in public:


Lol, she made a whole song about being a gay guy.

 

[Kirkorov]

I get the impression she's the FTM equivalent of a coomer: she doesn't care about passing, she just wants to imagine herself as one of the boys in her yaoi comics.

Imagine wearing this shirt in public:
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Lol, she made a whole song about being a gay guy.

I don't understand this. Are we supposed to be pretending she's a man? Does she really think she's a man? Or is she some weird gender-something chick?

 

[Polytetrafluoroethylene]

lmao are you fuckin serious

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First of all, terrifying (and delusional). Secondly, this makes no sense. Troons claim that all you have to do to be female/a woman is to call yourself one. And yet this poor AGP bastard had his face carved up to more closely resemble that of a "cis" woman. Sounds like a nasty case of internalized transmisogyny!

 

[💗Freddie Freaker💗]

I don't understand this. Are we supposed to be pretending she's a man? Does she really think she's a man? Or is she some weird gender-something chick?

She calls herself a genderfluid gay man and prefers they/them pronouns. Apparently all it takes to be a man is to draw a mustache on your face with a sharpie.

Here she compares herself to a chippendales stripper, lmao.

 

[s0mbra]

trans crybaby nonsense

Why not date other trannies then?
Who likely know the struggle of how it feels to be you?
Is it that you're only sexually attracted to women and know trannies really look like men?
Wow, wonder why lesbians, who are also only attracted to women, don't want to date trannies either

Edit: she-troon looks like a real life anime character. Wow.
Also women can have moustaches too, you retard

 

[OttoWest]

She calls herself a genderfluid gay man and prefers they/them pronouns. Apparently all it takes to be a man is to draw a mustache on your face with a sharpie.
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Here she compares herself to a chippendales stripper, lmao.
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This chick has a wild background. Dorian Gomberg is the daughter of a Gene Simmons lookalike known as the “Rockstar realtor” of Houston, TX. Her mom is one of those chi-chi boho luxe types into skulls and $3000 handbags. She went to a private prep school and got her musical career started via the Koch Bros-funded Students for Liberty organization. Her original schtick was as the “Libertarian Lolita”.


She looks like every other Lucky magazine reading, Feist-wannabe hipster girl of the aughts.

I guess since her career kinda stalled out in the mid-10s and having even the faintest whiff of alt-right became icky, she decided to rebrand herself with the latest fad.

 

[💗Freddie Freaker💗]

This chick has a wild background. Dorian Gomberg is the daughter of a Gene Simmons lookalike known as the “Rockstar realtor” of Houston, TX. Her mom is one of those chi-chi boho luxe types into skulls and $3000 handbags. She went to a private prep school and got her musical career started via the Koch Bros-funded Students for Liberty organization. Her original schtick was as the “Libertarian Lolita”.

I guess since her career kinda stalled out in the mid-10s and having even the faintest whiff of alt-right became icky, she decided to rebrand herself with the latest fad.

Interesting. Hopefully she's just m!lking the fad and doesn't really think she's a man. Is Dorian Electra her real name? It sounds so anime.

Tits:

Spoiler

 

[OttoWest]

Interesting. Hopefully she's just m!lking the fad and doesn't really think she's a man. Is Dorian Electra her real name? It sounds so anime.

Tits:

Spoiler

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I noticed she hadn’t gone in for a lop job on her breasts, though to be fair, she wouldn’t need it. This is pure fad.

And yes, Dorian Electra Fridkin Gomberg. If you look at her parents you can see they’re exactly the kind of grasping-at-the-c-list, aging rock star hangers-on type who would name their golden child “Dorian Electra”.

 

[Sinner's Sandwich]

She calls herself a genderfluid gay man and prefers they/them pronouns. Apparently all it takes to be a man is to draw a mustache on your face with a sharpie.
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Here she compares herself to a chippendales stripper, lmao.
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She doesn't have nuts but she is nuts.

Hurr durr men are hitting on me!1 They are so G A Y & not straight because I'm a manly man!!!1

 

[Absolute Ego Dance]

Why not date other trannies then?
Who likely know the struggle of how it feels to be you?
Is it that you're only sexually attracted to women and know trannies really look like men?

Because it would be like holding up a mirror. They've created this fantastical identity for themselves, and anything that snaps them out of it causes extreme emotional distress. They proudly declare that some women have penises, but they obviously hate the fact that they are one of those women. Dating another transwoman reminds them too much that they themselves are one of those bepenised women.

There are lots of reasons why they don't want to date another transwoman, and I'm too low-IQ to explain, but this I think is the most interesting of them.

It's obvious that your questions were rhetorical, but to be honest... I always like to remind myself that transsexuality is a mental illness, and mental illnesses should be understood and examined. So we can get rid of it.