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That would be inconvenient for them. You know they'd rather pull a gold medal mental gymnastics routine to pick both.
Kevin Gibes / Kathryn Gibes / TransSalamander / RageTreb / The Green Salamander - "Am hole:" The epitomized Twitter MtF you thought was just a myth! Donate to his Transformers toy fund today!
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''Kids that want HRT are genius indigo savants. They're in tune to the spirits and nature and are wise beyond their years, bigot.''
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From Am hole... to Am Womb.
I believe in hinduism your current life is decided by the karma of your past life... I'ma go with Jack the Ripper for kevin's past life.
As a starting estimate, because his past life must have fucked up baaaaad./
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Kevin as the most well known mystery in human history? I don't know, there's plenty of dudes that beat and killed prostitutes over the years. Not saying you're wrong, just why would Kevin be the most well-known one?
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I'd say he's more likely to have been the Zodiac killer, considering the living enigma that is the am hole.
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"living" isn't a word I would use to describe the horror between Kevin's legs.
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Unholy, sure, but even if it's currently a festering bio-hazard it will eventually be reduced to dust.
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You better hope there is nothing living in there. Don't even want to imagine the horrors that would make the am hole their am home.
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Unless I've missed it, I can't see anywhere that he's been showing of his $800 transformer toy.
I assume bonnie and penny have told him not to as it's making the grifting look bad.
It seems he buys alot of these things just for the dopamine hit of showing them off/boasting to other saddo man-children, it must be driving him mad.
I assume bonnie and penny have told him not to as it's making the grifting look bad.
It seems he buys alot of these things just for the dopamine hit of showing them off/boasting to other saddo man-children, it must be driving him mad.
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Whatever organism could conceivably survive in Kevin's amhole would give those deep sea volcanic extremophiles a run for their money.
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I never not enjoy these.
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You'd need somebody who is trans on board to get it past the ERB.Ooooohboy i almost wish i hadnt have dropped out of a psy degree because that sounds like a fun study right there. What would ego death do to troons? would it slap them out of their delusion or would it sink them deeper?
I'd suggest having a full screening at the front and back ends, and check everybody's genetic sex. If nothing else? Because if somebody's genetic and (original) anatomical sex don't match up...how do they count? (Especially as there were docs who would just...give baby boys with a 'too small' baby peen a sex change. Still may be, if you're in one of the areas behind on the whole idea that informed consent is a thing.)
Better to just leave the confounding factor out, and only have people in the study who were raised as their genetic sex.
Of course, you might have trouble getting somebody like Kev in. Wouldn't be surprised if he's got extra chromosomes.
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Some.. fan fiction? To mark 1 year of amhole.
content warning: you'll be damned for reading this. Damned.
I was promised a management position in hell so idgaf.
Enjoy!
content warning: you'll be damned for reading this. Damned.
I was promised a management position in hell so idgaf.
Enjoy!
Kevin Gibbs sits in his room. He's wearing a grass skirt bottom and coconut bra. The bra straps sink unexpectedly deeply into his soft, gray and pink flesh. He scratches himself aimlessly under the skirt, the amhole never sleeps. The amhole always itches. The nerves are waking up, you see. Kevin tries to slip a finger into his healing surgical wound. Only his pinky can fit now, and only up to the second knuckle.
"I'm such a bad bitch," he mutters to himself, to no one at all. "Such a naughty, filthy slut."
He scratches his nude thigh, bits and flakes of dead skin chunk off randomly. He doesn't shower regularly and so he's always, perpetually, living cocooned in a fairly deep layer of dead skin.
He grabs his nearby bong and lights it up, sucks the smoke into the chamber, removes the bowl and then clears the chamber of smoke in one deep inhale. All of this is done with the boredom of monotony born from expertise. He holds the smoke in his lungs and points his face at the ceiling, he tries blowing it out into smoke rings, fails miserably, then pretends to himself that he never tried to blow smoke rings in the first place. While leaning back in his computer chair, he sees (upside down) Peni in the doorway.
Kevin smiles, his face upside down.
Peni has a cake on a wheeled cart. "Boo boo," Peni glistens.
"Boo boo," Kevin replies, flapping around.
"Uhhh, unnnn, unnnn" Peni pushes the cart into the filthy room, making noises like some constipated retard trying desperately to push that hard poo poo out.
"Uhhh, unnnn, unnnnnn," Kevin repeats, sounding like Peni but with more enthusiasm, like a constipated retard that's about to get a blow job.
"Unnnnnn, uhhhhh, uggghhhh" they say together as Peni moves closer to Kevin with the cart, Kevin steps out of his chair and stomps the ground with his bare feet with his hands on his knees, imitating sumo wrestlers about touch gunts.
"Hurrr, hurrrrrr," Kevin tears off his grass skirt, revealing his own neutered horror in all its... horror. He gets back into his computer chair. On the desk is a large bowl, just like candy bowl, but this one is full of progesterone pills. $100k was spent in five weeks, what do you expect?
"uhhhrrrr, hurrrrr," Kevin takes a handful of progesterone pills into his grubby, fat-fingered male fist. He scooches his ass all the way forward in the chair, leans forward hard, head between his knees like he's trying to smell his own asshole. He begins stuffing handfuls of little white progesterone pills up his own ass. He holds his feet in the air, his toes flexing at different points as he stuffs his ass with pills.
"uuurrrrrggg, hurrrrrgggg-" He continues to take handfuls of the pills into his yawning anus, displaying a zealotry that would terrify the uninitiated, his flabby hands shaking with anticipation, his actions reaching a fever pitch of desperation. The cockless must coom.
Peni, however, hops from foot to foot, clapping his hands each time he lands on a foot.
"Oh yeah, no one's more woman than you, boo boo," Peni squeals.
"thun muh boo boo!" Kevin hoarsely blathers.
"No one's more woman than you-hoo!" Peni's eyes are wide, demented, an almost religious and manic fervor brewing in them.
"muh boo boo HOOB!" Kevin adds in a very unhealthy way.
"No one, no one's more woman than YOO-HOO!" Peni starts spinning like a ballerina, he never wears a dress though.
"muh boo boo," Kevin was replying hoarsely when a desperate fear suddenly lights his eyes, "HOLY FUCK PHIL, WHERE THE FUCKS THE OVIPOSITOR?! IT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN!"
"FUCKING KEVIN IT'S IN THE DRAWER, YOU BETTER NOT BLOW IT!"
"OOHHH MYYY GODDD PENNIII" Kevin bellows as he slams the drawer open, grabs what looks like a strap-on dildo, he doesn't even try to strap it on, just holds the phallic looking object, his plastic ovipositor's fat end into his asshole. It's a long funnel that's narrow enough it looks almost cylindrically shaped, but it does have one wider end. This end is in Kevin Goob's asshole.
"URGH HURGH-" Kevin grunts trying to hold the load back, jumps up and stuffs the narrow end of the ovipositor into this anonymous, slutty cake that Peni happened to find. Filthy cake doesn't even care who takes it home, doesn't give a fuck and that's so fucking sexy! Lookit dis nasty hoe. Peni quickly positions himself on the opposite side of the cake, putting his face down to the cake's level, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out like the cake's about the money-shot his filthy man-face.
"GRAAAGHHH--!" Kevin hollers as the walls shake, the angels weep, the geo dome resonates the sound, the windows in every building within a mile radius shudder ever so slightly-
"ARRRRRRGGGHHH" Kevin let's out a primal scream as a fast moving stream of white pills begins destroying the cake, much like how an automatic fire BB gun might destroy a cake- bits of cake, frosting and progesterone pills fly into Peni's face, he wiggles his tongue excitedly going, "umm mmm uh mm ummm" enjoying his cake, frosting and progesterone bukkake.
"YAAAAARRRRGGGHHH" Kevin roars as the final pills fly out of his ass, followed immediately by a stinky, wet vapor caused by his colon suddenly clapping shut.
"heee, yheee," Kevin wheezes, stumbles forward and falls face first into the cake.
"Oh no you don't," Peni scolds as he pulls Kevin's face out of the cake. They start rubbing their caked and pilled faces together like the pair of degenerate faggots they are.
Kevin's hand starts stuffing the mess of cake and pills back up his own ass, it does this without Kevin even thinking about it.
"No one's more... woman than.. me.." Kevin mumbles vacantly.
Kevin and Peni fall to their knees, holding each other in their arms, Kevin looks over at the desk and sees his most recent acquisition, Unicron, looking on with a cynical expression.
"Beeee goooood..." Kevin says, imitating ET the Extra Terrestrial as he touches Unicron's nose, leaving a greasy trail of frosting on the doll's face.
The end.
"I'm such a bad bitch," he mutters to himself, to no one at all. "Such a naughty, filthy slut."
He scratches his nude thigh, bits and flakes of dead skin chunk off randomly. He doesn't shower regularly and so he's always, perpetually, living cocooned in a fairly deep layer of dead skin.
He grabs his nearby bong and lights it up, sucks the smoke into the chamber, removes the bowl and then clears the chamber of smoke in one deep inhale. All of this is done with the boredom of monotony born from expertise. He holds the smoke in his lungs and points his face at the ceiling, he tries blowing it out into smoke rings, fails miserably, then pretends to himself that he never tried to blow smoke rings in the first place. While leaning back in his computer chair, he sees (upside down) Peni in the doorway.
Kevin smiles, his face upside down.
Peni has a cake on a wheeled cart. "Boo boo," Peni glistens.
"Boo boo," Kevin replies, flapping around.
"Uhhh, unnnn, unnnn" Peni pushes the cart into the filthy room, making noises like some constipated retard trying desperately to push that hard poo poo out.
"Uhhh, unnnn, unnnnnn," Kevin repeats, sounding like Peni but with more enthusiasm, like a constipated retard that's about to get a blow job.
"Unnnnnn, uhhhhh, uggghhhh" they say together as Peni moves closer to Kevin with the cart, Kevin steps out of his chair and stomps the ground with his bare feet with his hands on his knees, imitating sumo wrestlers about touch gunts.
"Hurrr, hurrrrrr," Kevin tears off his grass skirt, revealing his own neutered horror in all its... horror. He gets back into his computer chair. On the desk is a large bowl, just like candy bowl, but this one is full of progesterone pills. $100k was spent in five weeks, what do you expect?
"uhhhrrrr, hurrrrr," Kevin takes a handful of progesterone pills into his grubby, fat-fingered male fist. He scooches his ass all the way forward in the chair, leans forward hard, head between his knees like he's trying to smell his own asshole. He begins stuffing handfuls of little white progesterone pills up his own ass. He holds his feet in the air, his toes flexing at different points as he stuffs his ass with pills.
"uuurrrrrggg, hurrrrrgggg-" He continues to take handfuls of the pills into his yawning anus, displaying a zealotry that would terrify the uninitiated, his flabby hands shaking with anticipation, his actions reaching a fever pitch of desperation. The cockless must coom.
Peni, however, hops from foot to foot, clapping his hands each time he lands on a foot.
"Oh yeah, no one's more woman than you, boo boo," Peni squeals.
"thun muh boo boo!" Kevin hoarsely blathers.
"No one's more woman than you-hoo!" Peni's eyes are wide, demented, an almost religious and manic fervor brewing in them.
"muh boo boo HOOB!" Kevin adds in a very unhealthy way.
"No one, no one's more woman than YOO-HOO!" Peni starts spinning like a ballerina, he never wears a dress though.
"muh boo boo," Kevin was replying hoarsely when a desperate fear suddenly lights his eyes, "HOLY FUCK PHIL, WHERE THE FUCKS THE OVIPOSITOR?! IT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN!"
"FUCKING KEVIN IT'S IN THE DRAWER, YOU BETTER NOT BLOW IT!"
"OOHHH MYYY GODDD PENNIII" Kevin bellows as he slams the drawer open, grabs what looks like a strap-on dildo, he doesn't even try to strap it on, just holds the phallic looking object, his plastic ovipositor's fat end into his asshole. It's a long funnel that's narrow enough it looks almost cylindrically shaped, but it does have one wider end. This end is in Kevin Goob's asshole.
"URGH HURGH-" Kevin grunts trying to hold the load back, jumps up and stuffs the narrow end of the ovipositor into this anonymous, slutty cake that Peni happened to find. Filthy cake doesn't even care who takes it home, doesn't give a fuck and that's so fucking sexy! Lookit dis nasty hoe. Peni quickly positions himself on the opposite side of the cake, putting his face down to the cake's level, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out like the cake's about the money-shot his filthy man-face.
"GRAAAGHHH--!" Kevin hollers as the walls shake, the angels weep, the geo dome resonates the sound, the windows in every building within a mile radius shudder ever so slightly-
"ARRRRRRGGGHHH" Kevin let's out a primal scream as a fast moving stream of white pills begins destroying the cake, much like how an automatic fire BB gun might destroy a cake- bits of cake, frosting and progesterone pills fly into Peni's face, he wiggles his tongue excitedly going, "umm mmm uh mm ummm" enjoying his cake, frosting and progesterone bukkake.
"YAAAAARRRRGGGHHH" Kevin roars as the final pills fly out of his ass, followed immediately by a stinky, wet vapor caused by his colon suddenly clapping shut.
"heee, yheee," Kevin wheezes, stumbles forward and falls face first into the cake.
"Oh no you don't," Peni scolds as he pulls Kevin's face out of the cake. They start rubbing their caked and pilled faces together like the pair of degenerate faggots they are.
Kevin's hand starts stuffing the mess of cake and pills back up his own ass, it does this without Kevin even thinking about it.
"No one's more... woman than.. me.." Kevin mumbles vacantly.
Kevin and Peni fall to their knees, holding each other in their arms, Kevin looks over at the desk and sees his most recent acquisition, Unicron, looking on with a cynical expression.
"Beeee goooood..." Kevin says, imitating ET the Extra Terrestrial as he touches Unicron's nose, leaving a greasy trail of frosting on the doll's face.
The end.
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In order for the death threats troons claim to always get to actually exist, it would take converting all the call centers in the world to death threats centers, thousands of people working 9-5 just sending death threat after death threat, and you would still only get about 80% of them.
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Fanfiction? Here's some.
He wakes, bleary eyed and sweaty. He’s wedged between two bodies, one of which faces him, breathing hot morning air in his face. The threadbare covers have somehow gathered in the dip where he lays. The other two that surround him haven’t noticed.
There’s a pang, sharp striking needles inside, beneath his belly. He tries to curl his knees up, contorting himself to ease the pain, but it’s no use. There’s no room.
Instead, he lifts himself on one arm. A hard metal coil of the sheetless mattress digs into his elbow and he winces. He tries to peek over the prostrate, sleeping girl next to him to gauge the time from the position of the sun through the window. But he can’t. Even after all this time he can’t feel the subtleties, the nuances of this new ranch.
The sting pulses harder. It’s empty below. Shallow. Gone. It hurts still, despite the mental exercises he practices. Yogi like. Perhaps he has created his own Zen koans.
It’s not. It’s not the nerves he’s hoping for. It’s his bladder. That thought alone sends him into a mild panic. It’s hard to admit that relieving himself after a year brings him such physical pain, such blinding, horrific pain he thinks it may be better to not exist in a physical sense. Every living thing needs to eliminate waste-he’s no different.
He’s human, despite his desire to not be. But the jackaplope needs to piss and shit when need be.
He lifts himself gingerly off the bed, an unwashed, musty smell wafting up. Careful not to wake the other girls, he scoots to the foot of the bed. The faux satin sleep shorts ride up and it cuts into his bottom half.
He blinks, and waddles unsurely to the bathroom. Flicking the switch, the overhead light stutters a bit. Padding his way to the toilet, he stubs a fat toe on a litter box, knocking loose crumbs onto the floor. He can feel the grit under his feet as he stands over the bowl momentarily.
This isn’t right, he thinks.
He lowers himself onto the seat instead. Muscle memory be damned.
Hot urine dribbles out, paining him even more than he remembers even though this happens a couple of times a day.
Wipe front to back, he hears his mother remind his father when his baby sister was born. You’ll cause a yeast infection.
He pulls the thin sheets and tries to maneuver his body to wipe front to back. It can’t happen. The skin, the bones and sinew of him can’t do this. He pulls himself too hard in any direction and the phantom stiches pull back.
Instead he pats the hole gently and drops it into the water.
Without flushing he gets up and pulls the Sailor Moon panties up, feet still bristling with the hard pebbles of litter. He goes to the sink, eyeing the faucet. Outside the door a lamb bleets weakly and outside the window a rifle round pierces the silence.
Kevin looks into the overhead mirror.
“Am hole,” he says quietly.
“Am hole.”
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You guys are working way too hard. If you want Kevin fanfiction, just pull up his twitter any day ending in the letter Y and watch him write about how many potential sex pest buddies he has, or how HRT is magic, or how happy life is on the tranch or how trans women are women.
It's fiction, all of it.
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Other folks like submitting things like photoshops or even the rare video. I love those, but I'm no good at it.
I might tell myself something haughty like "oh, it's better to describe something to an audience rather than show the audience because the imagery the audience can create in their own minds with a little help from me will be far better than anything I can directly show them" but the truth is I'm just lazy and not very good at it. The writing just flows out of me sometimes.
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Tranch fanfiction thread
Fanfiction about Kevin and the tranch is tradition. Thank you for your contributions
Fanfiction about Kevin and the tranch is tradition. Thank you for your contributions
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I think you’re thinking about weed, not pregnancy
Easy mistake to make
It’s a poor man’s vagina in every sense