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[Jah Hates Kaffirs]

In honor of #StopAsianHate, I believe we need to make the word Chinese more inclusive. China has a many ethnic groups and diverse people with diverse gender identities. My follow Kiwis, I implore you to use Chinxs for now on.

Chxnk

 

[Monolith]

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I wonder what happens if I rotate his pupils 90 degrees in opposite directions.



Beautiful.

But actually...



Even more beautiful.

 

[Sexy Senior Citizen]

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Feeling like Superman won't make you fly, and feeling like a girl won't give you XX chromosomes. Ciel (wasn't he Sandrat a year or two ago?) is a faggot. And he always will be.

 

[Alex Krycek]

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I'm just going to say him and call it a day.

 

[Baby lurk-a-lot]

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I updated Wish Upon a Satellite! Liam, one of the main characters that you might remember from my previous novel, finally shows up. He's a black trans athlete who loves telling stories, he's the best. Here, he's telling Ciel about his adventures in New York City (inspired by a true story of mine >.>) Full chapter in the comments! I figured it was timely to share a story about a young trans athlete who's team is supportive of him.
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“So we were leaving our hotel and heading to the airport shuttle, a twenty-minute walk away. There was the coach, three other guys, and one of my teammates’ dad, Mathieu, who volunteered to come, and I was only carrying my small luggage. You know, that blue bag with four wheels that you can simply push instead of pulling it? Well, I was pushing it on the sidewalk, all chill, when all of a sudden my mom messaged me. She wanted to know how the last competition went, so I started telling her about my teammate’s broken toe. I think I already told you that part.”
“Oh yeah. I still can’t believe a rat led to that.”
“Right?! It was huge! Anyway, I get very much into the story - you know how Leos like to boast - and my mom is all flabbergasted. We arrive at a red light, so we wait on the sidewalk, and there’s tons of people. Typical New York afternoon. Since we have to wait a moment, it’s a good time to use both of my hands to text my mom. I’m not too much of a single-hand texting type of guy, my thumb gets numb after a while. Then the light turns green, we start walking again, one block, two blocks, three blocks, all the way to the airport shuttle, and everyone starts loading their bags, and I’m just like : ‘Hey… My bag! I don’t have my bag!’ For a moment, I just look around, thinking some jackass was playing a trick on me, but that’s when I realized I’ve actually been walking this entire time without it! I left it at that red light!”
“Damn!”
“I start panicking. And you know me, I’m not one to do that.”
“I’m not sure I ever saw you slightly stressed about anything.”
“Exactly! But there was my sketchbook in that bag, and my meds, and my passport, and my favourite hoodie, everything. I tell my coach: ‘Hey Coach, I don’t have my bag!’ and he looks at me and he’s like: ‘What do you mean, you don’t have your bag?’ and I reply: ‘I don’t have it! I think I forgot it a couple of blocks on the way here, at the red light!’ And he starts cursing, he’s all like: ‘What the heck, Liam!’ You know, because it’s New York and it’s full of people and the airport shuttle is about to leave and we have a flight to catch. Now we’re both standing there, it’s super tense. He asks the bus driver if he can wait a couple more minutes, but he’s on a tight schedule, and so are we, so the coach tells the other boys on the team to just go to the airport with Sasha’s dad, Mathieu, and you could tell from that poor dude’s look on his face that it was every single of his worst fears happening all at once. Coach basically screams to him to take care of his bag, left under the bus. It was kind of funny, because we started sprinting but coach was still yelling to him: ‘It’s the burgundy bag with a perch on it! The burgundy bag with a perch on it!’ and Mathieu was soooo confused, he had no clue burgundy was even a color, just some backwater region in France, and he didn’t understand what Coach meant by “perch”, but he meant the fish, of course.”
“Of course.”
“And then we run, I run like I never ran, we jay-walk, we skip red lights, we don’t take a single moment to catch our breath. I try to remember which corner it was that I left my bag at, but it’s hard, because I was texting and not paying attention at all, and have you ever been to New York?”
“Nope.”
“It’s just skyscrapers everywhere! Buildings, buildings, pavement, a ton of Starbucks, some Panera Breads, more buildings. Every corner kind of looks the same, it’s so intense. And the people! There’s people everywhere.”
“Like Toronto?”
“No, not really. “
“Toronto is the only other city that I visited. There were quite a few people. We also went to São Paulo when I was a kid, but I don’t remember anything.”
“Oh. Anyway, we were just running all the way from where we came, trying to avoid the people, and I couldn’t tell which street corner was the one where I left my bag at, and I started getting desperate about ever seeing it again. But as we were approaching the hotel, we bumped into a blockade, a perimeter of police officers, police cars with their sirens on, a special services truck and a yellow ‘danger’ band, like in the movies. It looked really serious! We tried to go through, but someone screamed at us : ‘You can’t pass, there’s a suspicious bag!’ And I looked on the other side of the ‘danger’ band, and guess what I saw?
“Your bag?”
“Precisely! They thought it was some sort of bomb!! Someone wearing a hazmat suit was getting out of the special services truck with a bunch of complicated looking equipment, ready to blow up my bag!”
“No way!”
“Yes way! I run to a police officer, and I say: ‘That’s my bag!’ He turns towards me, he looks so tired that he’s not even upset, and he repeats what I said: ‘That’s your bag, really?’ And I’m just so relieved it’s still there, and I’m so happy it wasn’t stolen or blown up already that I start laughing and crying tears of joy, and I want to hug the police officer, but he gets very defensive and shouts ‘Step back!’
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I know it's more like "based on a troon story" but is he saying he tried to hug a cop for real ?

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[Dizzydent]

Jesus H. Tapdancing CHRIST Billy is a bad dialogue writer. Nobody fucking talks like that.

I see you haven't spent much time around french Canadians...

 

[Lord of the Large Pants]

I see you haven't spent much time around french Canadians...

I wasn't counting them as people.

 

[SpacePirat]

I know, a little unrelated but hear me out. This thread together with Null's quote on the subject made me have somewhat of a realization about the topic of transgenderism and I'd really like to share it with you.
What Josh said in that stream basically amounts to (paraphrasing a little bit here) Gay people can be happy and achieve that happiness very easily. All they need to do is accept themselves and maybe have a partner that accepts them but that's it. Of course they'd like it too if their family etc accepted their lifestyle as well but that's only a plus - they can absolutely be happy and content with themselves. Trans people however need literally everyone who perceives them to perceive them the way the transgender person does themselves. I know I worded that a little awkwardly - let me explain. Imagine you're a kid, roleplaying Star Wars with a friend. You're truly immersed in your character and to your childlike mind the story you two are dreaming up feels almost real. You play all afternoon and maybe also fall asleep during that roleplay - while camping for example. The next morning you wake up and the tent ceiling being the first thing you see as you open your eyes immediately reminds you of your ongoing roleplay, so you stay in character. After a few hours your mom comes to pick you up - or as you perceive it - a Rebel pilot comes to get you back to base in their transport craft. However once you get home you and your friend walk past a mirror in the hallway of your house. You look into it and - much to your surprise - don't see Mark Hamill's face. You see your own. In that moment your illusion is broken, your escapism fades. You're reminded that you indeed are not Luke Skywalker and that your friend isn't Han Solo. You're regular kids, living regular lives and soon enough issues like your parents divorce, upcoming tests etc come back into your thought process.
That's fine however, since of course, deep down you know - that Star Wars isn't real and that you're not in it. That it's just something that you like to indulge in that brings you joy, something that is completely seperate from who you are.
What happened in the mirror-scene basically is Dysphoria. This dichotomy between thought and reality, mental-self-perception and sensory-perception.
To a trans person the escapist fantasy isn't something that they're aware of. Their "Star Wars" is real to them and every reminder of its ficticiousness is percieved as a harmful aggression.
That's why kids usually don't kill themselves because their fandom isn't real - but do kill themselves because their birthgender is.
This last part isn't related to Assigned Male but I'd like to add it regardless: Many trans kids I saw on instagram, TT or IRL seem to create a character of OC-like qualities to project themselves onto as part of their being trans. This somewhat represents them coming full circle with their imaginative escapism.

 

[Tragi-Chan]

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For someone obsessed with trans shit, Billy sure lacks imagination when it comes to clothing for nonbinary boys. It’s always T-shirt + tutu. I don’t know any women who would wear a tutu outside of ballet. I’ve seen girls do it, but when they’re about 4 and going through the “princess” phase. For someone who claims to be female, Billy is utterly clueless about how women dress.

I feel like you could do a great webcomic about an ordinary person in Ciel and Stephie’s school, who just sees our protagonists as attention-seeking faggots. Just watching Ciel making an ass of himself while everyone laughs behind his back.

 

[Marshal Mannerheim]

For someone who claims to be female, Billy is utterly clueless about how women dress.

This is what we call autogynephilia.

Guillaume's idea of femininity is based off what has often been promoted to men as the ideal sexualised idea of femininity, not what femininity actually is. He is, to put it simply, the best argument in favour of the male gaze there is.

 

[ScooterL]

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Literally nobody is "debating existence".

People are noticing and saying that these wankblind porn-addicted autogynephiles are trying to force everyone else to participate in their fetish.

 

[Tragi-Chan]

Literally nobody is "debating existence".

People are noticing and saying that these wankblind porn-addicted autogynephiles are trying to force everyone else to participate in their fetish.

“Debating existence” is such bullshit. We can all do that. “I’m not a transphobe, I just have misgivings about current gender politics. You may think that makes me a transphobe, but I’m not going to debate my existence.”

 

[AssignedEva]

For someone obsessed with trans shit, Billy sure lacks imagination when it comes to clothing for nonbinary boys. It’s always T-shirt + tutu. I don’t know any women who would wear a tutu outside of ballet. I’ve seen girls do it, but when they’re about 4 and going through the “princess” phase. For someone who claims to be female, Billy is utterly clueless about how women dress.

I feel like you could do a great webcomic about an ordinary person in Ciel and Stephie’s school, who just sees our protagonists as attention-seeking faggots. Just watching Ciel making an ass of himself while everyone laughs behind his back.

Sarah Jessica Parker wore one in the Sex and The City intro but the stylist dressed her like a clown in that show, and the early 00s were a bad time for fashion.

An awful lot of trans people can't dress. I guess it's kind of like teenagers - most kids go through an awkward phase where they wear weird/ugly outfits, and then gradually understand general fashion principles and what looks good on them.

Trans people are going through that phase as adults, and trans women especially tend to be the wrong size/shape for women's clothing. They've also still got a wardrobe of men's clothing that still fits. Rather than building up a wardrobe of sensible pieces, they go for very feminine pieces, because if you're buying a wardrobe for the new you, why would you waste money on a nice pair of women's slacks - "I've already got trousers, if I'm buying new clothes I want them to be gender affirming".

Which is why so many trans women reach for skater dresses or wrap dresses (easier to find a fit and "skirt go spinny"). It's how you get that dress + jorts combo from the other page (the dress was too short for Sophie, so on go an old pair of jorts). It's also why Jessica Yaniv inexplicably has a repertoire of ballgowns even though basically no woman ever wears a ballgown since they're reserved for the most formal occasions - a floor length gown is a shortcut to being a pretty princess. And then you also get the whole knee high socks phenomenon.

You see a similar thing with trans men and bowties, but men's fashion is generally more straightforward so they usually look ok-ish.

 

[Amber the Hedgehog]

You see a similar thing with trans men and bowties, but men's fashion is generally more straightforward so they usually look ok-ish.

No they don't wear men's fashion, they go fir butch lesbian look. Men and masculine women dress differently, similar direction but differently, and FtMs more often than not fall straight under masculine woman. They just don't dress like an actual dude and quite frankly tend to get dysphoria when they get close. This is why so many of them yell "transmen don't own you masculinity" and then wear quirky art clothes of nerdy variety.

 

[Rubberchickenchu]

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[Marshal Mannerheim]

”It's becoming so complicated to talk about communism. I'm always scared I'll make a mistake.”
”Good, watch what you're saying, comrade.”
”I'm scared to ask any questions in case the Cheka pay me a visit.”
”Finally! That's great to hear.”
”I'll just go to the Stakhanovite meeting and praise Comrade Stalin for three hours.”
”Even better!”
”Fine! I'll just accept whatever I see in Pravda, then.”
”Awww, да!”

 

[Muttnik]

Hooray, being a difficult spaz who willingly isolates yourself from the rest of the world! Super!!!

 

[Baloney Face]

Maybe so, but do you suppose it would be appreciated if everyone really stops paying attention?

 

[Zarkov]

I'm all for averting my gaze and pretending Billy doesn't exist. Problem is, he'd break down if people actually ignored him and didn't give him his attention fix. The main perk of being a fat autogynephile is being able to publicly scold the ignorant masses to remind them of how unique and special you are.

 

[Grand Fucktard]

On today's episode of Assigned Straw