honey, you just don't know what i am or how i feel about anything . . .
We all do, Tom; you're a maladjusted
male fetishist who invents story after story about himself, desperate to be "special" or "different" but mysteriously can never provide even the merest scintilla of proof for his frankly, biologically implausible claims. As for how you feel about
anything everything, that's easy, too;
bitter AF. Unsurprising, really, who wouldn't be bitter, stood in your crusty flip-flops? Here you are, well into your seventh decade of befouling the earth and what have you to show for it? A reputation as; a short-eyes, a zoophile, a grifter, a laughably bad musician, and most notably,
a man.
. . . you're such an angry, unhappy mutilated man who deludes himself into believing he's a woman, but all you are is plastic with a pussy that's just an ugly gash. i have no hair on my legs . . .
I have serious doubts that
@Mariposa Electrique is trans but even if she was? If she was LARPing being a woman? She'd still be doing a better job than you are, Tom.
If the best evidence for your alleged femininity is your allegedly depilated legs; I have some bad news for male professional cyclists/swimmers, etc. The fact that you lit onto that as your best "fuck you, I'm a whammen" tells us all we need to know, Tom.
and i have things you'll never have like talent, real friends, a real life and inner peace.
Lol, no. Other than your ability (I wouldn't call it a talent) to be the most tech-illiterate boomer on the net, or your ability to throw together alliterative insults (again, not really a talent), what are your talents, exactly? The musos on here have decried your "dying yak" sax technique and you apparently don't know any tunes that any of the rest of us have ever heard or maybe never get round to playing them (furiously mashing "X", here), so we'll put that one in abeyance until such time as you, well, don't stink as a musician. Recognising and being able to polish and clean stones is a basic-tier skill that most high-street jeweller's apprentices have.
Real friends? Fuck off, Tom. Where were these real friends when you were in the booby hatch, getting correctly gendered by the qualified medical professional? Where were they when you needed a vehicle? Why rent one, when you have all these "real friends"? What, not
one of them could spare you some wheels for a little bit? I reiterate; fuck off, Tom.
A real life? You sit on the internet all day, far more than the people you autistically label "vidiots", fucking about on here and at AMB, for no discernible benefit. Every time you post, it's either another reason to laugh at you or another reason to be disgusted by your implausibly continuing existence. Begs the question "Why?". Because, Tom,
we're all you have and we abhor you. Let that sink in; the closest you have to friends are the people who were disappointed you got V& into the loony bin,
because they couldn't laugh at you while you were in there.
Which leads me nicely to "inner peace"... Then why so many of your videos and comments descend, after a faux-jolly intro, into incoherent insults, raging, and spergouts? Real peaceful, there, Tom. Practically zen.
TL;DR: Stop chatting shit, you coffin dodging fantasist. Happy Day, Tom!x
I can see how he would rage against people who have jobs, friends, partners, and lives.
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