Off-Topic Losing people to transgenderism support thread - Support group for trans widows and other people who lost loved ones to troonism

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My former best friend of like eight years at that point trooned out and it's hard for me to put this shit into words because of how mad it makes me to think about it still.

I met the guy when I was 12 and he was 14. He was a typical spoiled fucking brat, like his parents bought him and his brother anything they asked for, but he still insisted his parents were just the absolute worst. I always ignored him when he'd complain about them being sooooo unfair because of some bullshit he made up. When he wasn't doing dumb shit like that him and I played vidya together, talked about books, talked about the animes we watched, or just watched dumb shit together to laugh at.

When he turned 16 he came out to me as bisexual and I accepted him for who he was because of me being bi too. He'd talk to me about guys and girls he found attractive and I'd joke around with him and call him a faggot while he called me a dyke. He never came out to his parents, though, because he kept saying they'd never accept him because they hated gay people de to being Christian. That was bullshit because they knew about me being bi and were totally okay with it.

Around the time he turned 18 is when he came out to me again and insisted that he was actually gay. Once again I accepted him because it would have been hypocritical of me not to. It was around then that I saw the starts of him being a bit... Odd. He wanted to be called the Ultra Pope and said he was really from outer space. I thought it was some kind of joke and ribbed him for it but he was being deadly serious. He was also going off to college so we saw less and less of each other. When we did get the chances to hang out he'd go on about his Ultra Pope shit and I'd just tune it out. When he finally left for college we'd keep in contact with each other through the phone and by messaging each other online. He'd told me that he joined the LGBT club at his college and I was pretty happy for him because he'd found some nice, like minded individuals to be friends with. Boy was I fucking wrong.

His second year of college he told me he wanted to be called by a womans name (I don't want to say what it is because I'm scared he'll find this post somehow since it's a not very common name). I thought it was weird but I adapted to it like I did with the Ultra Pope bullshit. He didn't drop that dumb shit either, he still insisted he was a pope from outer space on top of wanting to be called by the lady name. He'd told me he became friends with a group of dykes from his LGBT club and he'd always let them in on our calls so they could talk to me too. The problem is that these dykes were actually men LARPing as women and they made me real fucking uncomfortable. He started mimicking their speech and calling me problematic for any little thing which grated on my nerves. I ended up cutting contact with him because I was sick of being called problematic and homophobic for dumb little things.

We ended did eventually start talking to each other again but he was still the fucking same as the last time I talked to him. Always with the fucking shit of calling things I did or said problematic and wanting to be called by a womans name. Not long after we started talking again is when he came out to me as trans. I accepted it because at the time I was okay with troons. If anything I looked at them with pity because I thought it sucked for them to be born in the wrong body. My opinion on those fucks has long changed of course. He always felt the need to detail his sex life to me like typical troons do. Always fucking telling me about his disgusting fetishes despite me telling him not to talk about that shit to me. When I'd get on his case for the oversharing he'd call me transphobic or fucking racial slurs and tell me because I was non-white is why I'm so transphobic. That was the straw that broke the camels back for me again, honestly. I couldn't deal with having racist shit hurled at me constantly so I broke off our friendship there again.

There are times where I miss the old him before the tranny bullshit. Times where I wish I could bring him back from that fucking cult that he's in. I know I can't though. I know he's too far gone already. The last I checked on him he was on HRT and planned on getting the chop at some point which is fucking hysterical since the guy is a 6'2" bald ogre that could never pass as a woman.
 
I couldn't deal with having racist shit hurled at me constantly so I broke off our friendship there again.
If this isn't just absolute proof that this ideology is a harmful cult then I don't know what will. For most SJWs anything racist is actually above transphobia, because history or whatever else they want to say. I'm sorry it got to that point.
 
If this isn't just absolute proof that this ideology is a harmful cult then I don't know what will. For most SJWs anything racist is actually above transphobia, because history or whatever else they want to say. I'm sorry it got to that point.
The hilarious thing is that I don't care if a random says racist shit at me or if it's like stupid banter from a friend. It wasn't banter from him though, it was said with actual malice. Threw me off the first time it happened and made me feel like shit. I tried to pass it off as me taking it the wrong way but when it happened again I knew he seriously meant it and I had to cut him off. I don't get how "transphobia" is worse than being a racist in their eyes. Shit blows my fucking mind honestly.
 
When I'd get on his case for the oversharing he'd call me transphobic or fucking racial slurs and tell me because I was non-white is why I'm so transphobic. That was the straw that broke the camels back for me again, honestly. I couldn't deal with having racist shit hurled at me constantly so I broke off our friendship there again.

There are times where I miss the old him before the tranny bullshit. Times where I wish I could bring him back from that fucking cult that he's in. I know I can't though. I know he's too far gone already. The last I checked on him he was on HRT and planned on getting the chop at some point which is fucking hysterical since the guy is a 6'2" bald ogre that could never pass as a woman.
Eww, I still can't get over how autistic people are about sharing their fetishes. I've experienced it in real life and fucked off into the sunset whenever possible, fortunately almost everyone who did that shit to me wasn't a friend. There's no reason to do it other than you're trying to convert people into your fetish and involve everyone in your jerking off, which is :horrifying:. I feel you on missing the old him, watching a relatively normal supportive friend turn into a freudian nightmare who demands and leeches off of you is awful.
The hilarious thing is that I don't care if a random says racist shit at me or if it's like stupid banter from a friend. It wasn't banter from him though, it was said with actual malice. Threw me off the first time it happened and made me feel like shit. I tried to pass it off as me taking it the wrong way but when it happened again I knew he seriously meant it and I had to cut him off. I don't get how "transphobia" is worse than being a racist in their eyes. Shit blows my fucking mind honestly.
The truth is that the trans community and the PoC community are at odds with each other. Severa people want to pretend otherwise, but it is how it is. For example, Black women get insulted by being called men, and hate the idea that they'd have to tolerate it. Troons saying they're the best and most femminine is enraging to ladies who've been insulted by mongoloids on their race before. Troons also hate more religious people. Minorities are likely to be religious. Ergo, reeeeeeee ur opression meeeeeeee

Online, trans women seem almost untouchable. But that's because trans women and PoC women don't cross often. If I were to guess, its because Mr. Troon is going to be focused on Anime, lesbians, transformers, male focused activities, coding, cooming, and various interest, most likely popular with males and autists. Most PoC women are not autistics about trains or porn (not for being a minority but us ladies tend to have different interest) and skew towards different fandoms. Usually, when the two cross, these are the possible things that happen:
  1. Troon realizes their voice isn't as important as PoC women. Smart enough to step down and avoid confrontation.
  2. Troon thinks they can do no wrong due to hugboxing in other communities. Says some dumb shit about women and or race that is then heard outside of their social circle of asspatters. When a woman of color calls the troon out, troon shits its pants and cries, begging for forgiveness and runs back to their hugbox.
  3. Troon thinks they can do no wrong. Says some shit about women and or race that gets heard outside their circle of asspatters. Woman of color calls him out, troon tries to double down and work troon magic by claiming they can do no wrong because they're trans and tries to sic their followers on the woman. Woman has more of a spine than white woman and tells troon to fuck off. Troon cries and seethes in frustration and still is a narcissist.
Troons don't realize they're worshiped in their hugboxes and usually have more privildge than natal females of all races. They're too used to being the victim that someone being against them is a sign of moral weakness and not part of the master troon race. I'm very glad you didn't let him step on you like dirt, he fucking earned his cutting off. It takes strength to throw assholes off you even if they've been getting worse over time, and you did it. I hope you get good friends who aren't abusive in the future, but I'm sure you're doing well and taking care of yourself. :heart-full:
 
Ok, this is a stupid question, but I just realized I made a post a while ago making fun of my trans friend for shit he posted online and I feel bad and want to delete in case something bad happens to him
Is there a way to delete it? I don’t want to be haunted by that post forever
 
Ok, this is a stupid question, but I just realized I made a post a while ago making fun of my trans friend for shit he posted online and I feel bad and want to delete in case something bad happens to him
Is there a way to delete it? I don’t want to be haunted by that post forever
If it's on here you can request to have it deleted I believe. That's wholly up to the mod and the situation. I'd strongly suggest deleting any powerleveling information that may hint directly towards them and leave well enough alone. If it's vague enough you'll have plausible deniability.
 
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If it's on here you can request to have it deleted I believe. That's wholly up to the mod and the situation. I'd strongly suggest deleting any powerleveling information that may hint directly towards them and leave well enough alone. If it's vague enough you'll have plausible deniability.
How do I request to have it deleted
 
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Alright Kiwis, I've been passing out plenty of ❤️'s here to be a bro and give some e-hugs for your fallen friends and family who thought it was a good idea to remove their genitals and thus become hideous, insufferable cunts with special xe/xir pronouns in their SJW circles.

:semperfidelis:

So in a lighter note...in a less serious tone, I have a personal powerleveling tranny story that's actually sorta comical and lighthearted, and doesn't involve anything sad like losing a best friend of 15 years because they went insane and decided to get an axe wound vagina. Nope! It's a random old coworker who trooned out into a non-convincing woman!

Back in the 2000's around the time I was in college I used to work part time at Lowe's with my aunt who was a regional manager, so we worked together at different stores in multiple counties. One day her and I are stocking shelves in the paint department in a store where I've never worked before, and some random middle-aged women in Lowe's uniforms pass us by, and my aunt greets them all. Naturally I wave back out of politeness and to know their names.

"Hey Pam!"
"Hey Barb!"
"Hey Kim!"
"Hey Maureen!"

And it was at that point that I waved at Maureen too out of the corner of my eye, she waved back and said "Hello young man!" in a distinctly gravely masculine voice, and I raised my eyebrow in confusion. I looked at my aunt and asked, "Uh, that's Maureen?"

She rolled her eyes at me and said, "It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

Suffice it to say, "Maureen" was a 55-60 year old Boomer MtF tranny. A burly, masculine man with big tits, long hair, glasses, and shoddy makeup almost like Mimi from The Drew Carey Show. Whenever Maureen would pass me by and start random conversations, I kept trying not laugh, especially when I'd see them entering the ladies bathroom. In the car ride I asked my aunt what the deal with Maureen was, and apparently up until just a few months prior, their name was Martin...and they were a prominent senior employee who had been with the company for years. They randomly left for an extended vacation, and when they returned, Martin now had long hair, lipstick, a pair of tits, and a new nametag telling everyone to call them Maureen. They still had a gruff man's voice, stubble, broad shoulders, thick sausage-like fingers, and would continue to hang out with the male employees in the break room. Maureen was even a smoker and would go outside for cigarette breaks with the other Boomer men at the store. But otherwise, they forced everyone to address them as a women, and would get visible angry when mistaken for a man...or would PISSED THE FUCK OFF when some of the other older employees would call them Martin.

Another employee was a super conservative religious guy with a '''''''''''small hat''''''''''' -- and he FUCKING HATED Maureen, and would only deadname them for spite. Since this was just at the dawn of wokeism and Twitter, Maureen was basically shit out of luck to really do anything when being deliberately deadnamed by a snarky little Jew who didn't accept Martin's Maureen's scraggly hair and Mexican plastic surgery implants.

Whenever Maureen's lunch breaks would end and she would leave the room, everyone would quietly giggle behind his/her back. One time as Maureen was getting up to leave, some random guy in the breakroom started quietly singing the iconic theme song to FOX's hit sitcom Martin...which caused Maureen to turn around and stare at us all like that angry old English teacher who would sternly glare at the class for laughing at them at the chalk board. And don't get me started on the customers: they always looked visibly appalled to ask Maureen for help.

But anyway, I couldn't care less what eventually happened to Maureen. Maybe she went back to being Martin? Maybe they died of cancer? Maybe they joined the 41% club? Who cares.

lol, Martin.
 
Another employee was a super conservative religious guy with a '''''''''''small hat''''''''''' -- and he FUCKING HATED Maureen, and would only deadname them for spite. Since this was just at the dawn of wokeism and Twitter, Maureen was basically shit out of luck to really do anything when being deliberately deadnamed by a snarky little Jew who didn't accept Martin's Maureen's scraggly hair and Mexican plastic surgery implants.
Based Jew
 
Alright Kiwis, I've been passing out plenty of ❤️'s here to be a bro and give some e-hugs for your fallen friends and family who thought it was a good idea to remove their genitals and thus become hideous, insufferable cunts with special xe/xir pronouns in their SJW circles.

:semperfidelis:

So in a lighter note...in a less serious tone, I have a personal powerleveling tranny story that's actually sorta comical and lighthearted, and doesn't involve anything sad like losing a best friend of 15 years because they went insane and decided to get an axe wound vagina. Nope! It's a random old coworker who trooned out into a non-convincing woman!

Back in the 2000's around the time I was in college I used to work part time at Lowe's with my aunt who was a regional manager, so we worked together at different stores in multiple counties. One day her and I are stocking shelves in the paint department in a store where I've never worked before, and some random middle-aged women in Lowe's uniforms pass us by, and my aunt greets them all. Naturally I wave back out of politeness and to know their names.

"Hey Pam!"
"Hey Barb!"
"Hey Kim!"
"Hey Maureen!"

And it was at that point that I waved at Maureen too out of the corner of my eye, she waved back and said "Hello young man!" in a distinctly gravely masculine voice, and I raised my eyebrow in confusion. I looked at my aunt and asked, "Uh, that's Maureen?"

She rolled her eyes at me and said, "It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

Suffice it to say, "Maureen" was a 55-60 year old Boomer MtF tranny. A burly, masculine man with big tits, long hair, glasses, and shoddy makeup almost like Mimi from The Drew Carey Show. Whenever Maureen would pass me by and start random conversations, I kept trying not laugh, especially when I'd see them entering the ladies bathroom. In the car ride I asked my aunt what the deal with Maureen was, and apparently up until just a few months prior, their name was Martin...and they were a prominent senior employee who had been with the company for years. They randomly left for an extended vacation, and when they returned, Martin now had long hair, lipstick, a pair of tits, and a new nametag telling everyone to call them Maureen. They still had a gruff man's voice, stubble, broad shoulders, thick sausage-like fingers, and would continue to hang out with the male employees in the break room. Maureen was even a smoker and would go outside for cigarette breaks with the other Boomer men at the store. But otherwise, they forced everyone to address them as a women, and would get visible angry when mistaken for a man...or would PISSED THE FUCK OFF when some of the other older employees would call them Martin.

Another employee was a super conservative religious guy with a '''''''''''small hat''''''''''' -- and he FUCKING HATED Maureen, and would only deadname them for spite. Since this was just at the dawn of wokeism and Twitter, Maureen was basically shit out of luck to really do anything when being deliberately deadnamed by a snarky little Jew who didn't accept Martin's Maureen's scraggly hair and Mexican plastic surgery implants.

Whenever Maureen's lunch breaks would end and she would leave the room, everyone would quietly giggle behind his/her back. One time as Maureen was getting up to leave, some random guy in the breakroom started quietly singing the iconic theme song to FOX's hit sitcom Martin...which caused Maureen to turn around and stare at us all like that angry old English teacher who would sternly glare at the class for laughing at them at the chalk board. And don't get me started on the customers: they always looked visibly appalled to ask Maureen for help.

But anyway, I couldn't care less what eventually happened to Maureen. Maybe she went back to being Martin? Maybe they died of cancer? Maybe they joined the 41% club? Who cares.

lol, Martin.
Based jew sounds like he'd constantly joke about shwoogies stealing his wallet
 
Alright Kiwis, I've been passing out plenty of ❤️'s here to be a bro and give some e-hugs for your fallen friends and family who thought it was a good idea to remove their genitals and thus become hideous, insufferable cunts with special xe/xir pronouns in their SJW circles.

:semperfidelis:

So in a lighter note...in a less serious tone, I have a personal powerleveling tranny story that's actually sorta comical and lighthearted, and doesn't involve anything sad like losing a best friend of 15 years because they went insane and decided to get an axe wound vagina. Nope! It's a random old coworker who trooned out into a non-convincing woman!

Back in the 2000's around the time I was in college I used to work part time at Lowe's with my aunt who was a regional manager, so we worked together at different stores in multiple counties. One day her and I are stocking shelves in the paint department in a store where I've never worked before, and some random middle-aged women in Lowe's uniforms pass us by, and my aunt greets them all. Naturally I wave back out of politeness and to know their names.

"Hey Pam!"
"Hey Barb!"
"Hey Kim!"
"Hey Maureen!"

And it was at that point that I waved at Maureen too out of the corner of my eye, she waved back and said "Hello young man!" in a distinctly gravely masculine voice, and I raised my eyebrow in confusion. I looked at my aunt and asked, "Uh, that's Maureen?"

She rolled her eyes at me and said, "It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

Suffice it to say, "Maureen" was a 55-60 year old Boomer MtF tranny. A burly, masculine man with big tits, long hair, glasses, and shoddy makeup almost like Mimi from The Drew Carey Show. Whenever Maureen would pass me by and start random conversations, I kept trying not laugh, especially when I'd see them entering the ladies bathroom. In the car ride I asked my aunt what the deal with Maureen was, and apparently up until just a few months prior, their name was Martin...and they were a prominent senior employee who had been with the company for years. They randomly left for an extended vacation, and when they returned, Martin now had long hair, lipstick, a pair of tits, and a new nametag telling everyone to call them Maureen. They still had a gruff man's voice, stubble, broad shoulders, thick sausage-like fingers, and would continue to hang out with the male employees in the break room. Maureen was even a smoker and would go outside for cigarette breaks with the other Boomer men at the store. But otherwise, they forced everyone to address them as a women, and would get visible angry when mistaken for a man...or would PISSED THE FUCK OFF when some of the other older employees would call them Martin.

Another employee was a super conservative religious guy with a '''''''''''small hat''''''''''' -- and he FUCKING HATED Maureen, and would only deadname them for spite. Since this was just at the dawn of wokeism and Twitter, Maureen was basically shit out of luck to really do anything when being deliberately deadnamed by a snarky little Jew who didn't accept Martin's Maureen's scraggly hair and Mexican plastic surgery implants.

Whenever Maureen's lunch breaks would end and she would leave the room, everyone would quietly giggle behind his/her back. One time as Maureen was getting up to leave, some random guy in the breakroom started quietly singing the iconic theme song to FOX's hit sitcom Martin...which caused Maureen to turn around and stare at us all like that angry old English teacher who would sternly glare at the class for laughing at them at the chalk board. And don't get me started on the customers: they always looked visibly appalled to ask Maureen for help.

But anyway, I couldn't care less what eventually happened to Maureen. Maybe she went back to being Martin? Maybe they died of cancer? Maybe they joined the 41% club? Who cares.

lol, Martin.
Sounds relatively benign in comparison to how they usually are today but I still understand how bizarre it was.
 
Well, if we are on less sad things, good news : my mum won't drink the Trans soda yet :optimistic: No lesbian step-father for me!
(To sum up for those who weren't there: she was the target of a pretty aggressive FTM lesbian)
She had an argument with her over motherhood and now she told me FTM are just bitches who are too cowardly to be real women she's so angry lol. Seems I worried too much.

More seriously, I have the impression that the gap between internet hug box and reality is widening and now people in general are starting to see how more lunatic this movement is than anything else. The fad won't stop quickly but still, I have hope.
 
Thought I was enby for a bit, turned out I was just an autistic woman. My best friend is also autistic and has started to talk about being non-binary but she is still attending the women's circle I run so it can't be that triggering for her....hopefully it is just a phase. She's very socially progressive, mostly out of a genuine desire for people to be happy. Not in her nature to be a very angry person.

She knows I am happy about the UK banning kids from transitioning, while she calls the UK terf island--but she didn't slap me in the face and scream that I was a TERF when I let the cat out of the bag about that one. I just asked if we could not talk about it and she said sure, that was okay, hopefully I would change my mind through exposure to it as we conversed over time.

Not great as it's still a conversion speech, but far from the worst thing ever.

I'm still trying to figure out how to talk to her about this shit in more detail, or if I even should. I'm so scared. I love her to bits, I can't stand the thought of her drinking this kool aid any longer.

I've made up my mind while writing this, if she tries to hold a mini intervention for me to try and change my mind, that's when I'll have a list of links ready to go, and I'll tell her if she reads mine, I'll read hers.

And then I'll link her to Kevin Gibes' thread. It's all I've got.

Didn't realise how emotional I'd get writing this. I just want her to be happy and safe from this cult mindset, I love and care about her so so much, and I don't even care how faggy it is to say that, cause I do.
Kinda a late, but you should also use Yaniv's thread. He's been having fun with the firefighters, earlier this year.
 
Well, if we are on less sad things, good news : my mum won't drink the Trans soda yet :optimistic: No lesbian step-father for me!
(To sum up for those who weren't there: she was the target of a pretty aggressive FTM lesbian)
She had an argument with her over motherhood and now she told me FTM are just bitches who are too cowardly to be real women she's so angry lol. Seems I worried too much.

More seriously, I have the impression that the gap between internet hug box and reality is widening and now people in general are starting to see how more lunatic this movement is than anything else. The fad won't stop quickly but still, I have hope.
:woo:

Bless your mom. She can think for herself and stands by her principles, what a woman. At least the two of you can now bitch together.


And I do too. The more I talk to people offline, the more I get the distinct impression that there are more "TERFs" than trans people ever realized. A woman who is fine with men who had bottom surgery entering the woman's restroom is going to draw her limit at men who haven't. There was a UK poll that showed that thought for men and women and in spite of how many other things they were ok with (trans people arent evil etc), the troon community went REEEEEEEEEEE WE ARE TERF ISLAND!!! TRAs online tend to be all or nothing. Normal people are not that stupid. We will have a troon war and it will not end well for the troons.
 
My former best friend of like eight years at that point trooned out and it's hard for me to put this shit into words because of how mad it makes me to think about it still.

I met the guy when I was 12 and he was 14. He was a typical spoiled fucking brat, like his parents bought him and his brother anything they asked for, but he still insisted his parents were just the absolute worst. I always ignored him when he'd complain about them being sooooo unfair because of some bullshit he made up. When he wasn't doing dumb shit like that him and I played vidya together, talked about books, talked about the animes we watched, or just watched dumb shit together to laugh at.

When he turned 16 he came out to me as bisexual and I accepted him for who he was because of me being bi too. He'd talk to me about guys and girls he found attractive and I'd joke around with him and call him a faggot while he called me a dyke. He never came out to his parents, though, because he kept saying they'd never accept him because they hated gay people de to being Christian. That was bullshit because they knew about me being bi and were totally okay with it.

Around the time he turned 18 is when he came out to me again and insisted that he was actually gay. Once again I accepted him because it would have been hypocritical of me not to. It was around then that I saw the starts of him being a bit... Odd. He wanted to be called the Ultra Pope and said he was really from outer space. I thought it was some kind of joke and ribbed him for it but he was being deadly serious. He was also going off to college so we saw less and less of each other. When we did get the chances to hang out he'd go on about his Ultra Pope shit and I'd just tune it out. When he finally left for college we'd keep in contact with each other through the phone and by messaging each other online. He'd told me that he joined the LGBT club at his college and I was pretty happy for him because he'd found some nice, like minded individuals to be friends with. Boy was I fucking wrong.

His second year of college he told me he wanted to be called by a womans name (I don't want to say what it is because I'm scared he'll find this post somehow since it's a not very common name). I thought it was weird but I adapted to it like I did with the Ultra Pope bullshit. He didn't drop that dumb shit either, he still insisted he was a pope from outer space on top of wanting to be called by the lady name. He'd told me he became friends with a group of dykes from his LGBT club and he'd always let them in on our calls so they could talk to me too. The problem is that these dykes were actually men LARPing as women and they made me real fucking uncomfortable. He started mimicking their speech and calling me problematic for any little thing which grated on my nerves. I ended up cutting contact with him because I was sick of being called problematic and homophobic for dumb little things.

We ended did eventually start talking to each other again but he was still the fucking same as the last time I talked to him. Always with the fucking shit of calling things I did or said problematic and wanting to be called by a womans name. Not long after we started talking again is when he came out to me as trans. I accepted it because at the time I was okay with troons. If anything I looked at them with pity because I thought it sucked for them to be born in the wrong body. My opinion on those fucks has long changed of course. He always felt the need to detail his sex life to me like typical troons do. Always fucking telling me about his disgusting fetishes despite me telling him not to talk about that shit to me. When I'd get on his case for the oversharing he'd call me transphobic or fucking racial slurs and tell me because I was non-white is why I'm so transphobic. That was the straw that broke the camels back for me again, honestly. I couldn't deal with having racist shit hurled at me constantly so I broke off our friendship there again.

There are times where I miss the old him before the tranny bullshit. Times where I wish I could bring him back from that fucking cult that he's in. I know I can't though. I know he's too far gone already. The last I checked on him he was on HRT and planned on getting the chop at some point which is fucking hysterical since the guy is a 6'2" bald ogre that could never pass as a woman.
That's so shit. You'd think that for all the discrimination they cry about, they wouldn't do it to another person. I'm really sorry that he was so rude to you.

Lmao, at my university, some of the members of the LGBTQ+ society are the biggest snowflakes I've seen. They have no tolerance for differing views, and they threatened to kick anybody out if they didn't 100% agree with BLM and LGBTBBQWTF+ ideology. I nearly got excommunicated from there for triggering them with history memes on the general chat and nearly none of them speak to me anymore. I told my Mum about it and she said to leave the group.


This guy was an ex-friend who I no longer speak to after realising how much of an awful person he truly was after hearing about multiple stories of his behaviour and actions. Let's call him John (not his real name). John was described as an "incel", a crusty misogynist who has said "fuck wimmen, u cant trust dem :mad:" and basically went on a full rant about how bad they were and how much he hated them multiple times. John had an entire "fetish" for transgender/transsexual (actually full blown autogynephilia) pornography and stated it proudly over a video call. He also got scammed money by a sex camgirl and had his nudes leaked everywhere too. People eventually got sick of his bullshit and John cut all contact with almost everybody I knew from my university groups and got kicked out of his old flat for leaving his room in an entire mess and living like an absolute slob. Fast forward a few months later, he troons out and gets lavishing and worship from those (especially the women) whom he treated like absolute trash. I suppose all that misogyny was out of anger that he wasn't born female.
 
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I told my Mum about it and she said to leave the group.
You have a good mum. It always warms my black heart to see people's parents support them on these things, even if they aren't into lbgt+ politics they know what's good for their loved ones - I am thankful for my own boomer ass family members to support me on stuff like this too.
 
Met a guy ages ago on Steam. Super nice, exploring his gay shit. Nice bi-curious boyfriend, whole nine yards.

5 years later, trans. Okay.. Girlfriend? Sweet. Back into sex and loving it? Amazing. Aaaand now they're a lesbian, mocking me as I try to have genuine conversation because I found it weird that his dissatisfaction with having a dick suddenly enabled sex with his 'lesbian' girlfriend. It's quite amazing that troony indoctrination can turn an unhappy gay guy into a happy lesbian who just so happens to have a dick he doesn't use on his hot babe of a girlfriend.

I removed him at that point. It's one thing to just sort of accept the whacky nature of the relationship, it's another to bruteforce logic into it because god forbid we can't label our gender and sexuality. Trans person and a bi/pan girl? Nah. We lesbians. Fuck that.
I don't think most people would have an issue with transgenderism if it was just a change in self-identity and not a fundamental change in personality and values. Overnight people suddenly act as though they had an overpriced education on the West Coast or in New England.
It's an easy way to lump all dissatisfaction with life into one problem and go "it's cause I was trans all along". Couldn't find a girlfriend? Fat? Acne? Bad genetics? Asocial? Shy? Wait, I was trans all along! If I had been a girl, it would've been different!
 
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