This is such a weird thread. I don't want these weirdos to detransition. They're more amusing as chaotic, histrionic messes. Let them goon in discord. Let them stew and brew about politics. If they all got normal, we would lose some of the best content on this site. Aside from being hot, they can be super amusing from time to time.
If anything, there should be a thread on resources for transitioning. Teach these weird reddit addicts and shut-ins how to transition. Teach them how to in the most dangerous ways. How to homebrew hormones. How to cut their own junk off. Who was that weirdo who cut his own dick off? Dorian Thorn? He wasn't a tranny, but step-by-step instructions should be given on how to achieve this.
Trannies amuse the shit out of me. Don't change them at all.
congratulations faggot, you made me MATI. let me tell you a fucking story. yes it is long, yes it is SNCA. just hear me out.
I had a childhood friend who I really looked up to. like most chronically online retards, I was a cringe autist as a kid, I had trouble making friends, I didn't pay attention in class, I couldn't carry a conversation about anything other than videogames. my friend was all the things I was not. I relied on him so much just to fucking survive school. and he had nothing but patience for me. and after we graduated, he married the girl he was dating, and they bought a house, and it became a hangout spot for me and a bunch of other people in our friend group, and kept us in touch. they had great holiday parties, and even though I was a cringe autist, they were always so nice to me. their house was such a happy place, and during my 20s, it was one of the things that really kept me rooted even though I did a bunch of stupid shit in my own life and was generally miserable.
well, one day my friend called me out to lunch and said he had something important to tell me. this important thing was that he was coming out as trans. I was the first person he decided to tell, even before his wife. and I wasn't sure how to react other than to support him. this was years ago, before COVID, and I hadn't yet been exposed to the specific mental illnesses of the trans community aside from the early Tumblr days. all I knew was that I wanted my friend to be happy. so I told him that I was behind him 100% and that he could talk to me about anything. but... he didn't. he disappeared almost completely. he cut himself off from the friend group and quit his job. and then COVID happened, and we all got separated from each other. so my IRL friend group just fucking exploded and I was only able to keep in touch with a couple of them online. but I was dealing with shit in my own life too, so I didn't have a lot of time to stew on it.
many years passed. I unfucked my life and got my shit together. I had received a slow trickle of communication from him so I knew he was still living in that house and still married to his wife, despite ridiculously claiming he was a lesbian now. at some point he invited me to his Discord server, and it was full of exactly the kinds of people you would expect. online freaks and genderspecials who had all come to replace his original friend group, probably the ones who fucking groomed him into it in the first place. and I kept watching the server to try and catch snippets of what was going on with him, but little information was forthcoming. so eventually, I reached out to him to reconnect. and again he invited me out, because he had something important to tell me.
this time, it was that he was getting divorced. apparently he had not been keeping his life together. his wife had been trying to cope, and managed to hold on for a long time. but eventually she just gave him an ultimatum and left. and he told me that he was moving too, and not coming back. not only that, he was moving into a fucking troon polycule with people he met online. so my friend, his house, the friend group, everything is just fucking gone. my friend is visibly depressed when he's literally never had depression problems in his life. he is in a downward spiral with a very predictable end and I don't see him coming out of it any time soon. I'm dreading that he's going to 41%. but I have no way to talk to him about it. I don't know what the fuck to do other than just being here if he ever starts asking questions. I guess I'm grateful I never fell into that trap myself, but god damn. it fucking eats at me. it keeps me up at night.
this is the problem, faggot. every fucking troon that ruins themselves is a son, a brother, a friend, a husband. every time one of these people cuts off their friends and family in favor of a bunch of online strangers, it sends ripples through the social fabric. I desperately hope my friend finds his way to detransition. I hope he finds this thread and challenges his own programming. I hope he finds his way out of the cult and reclaims his happiness. your gay ass post makes it clear that you've never experienced this yourself. and I hope you never do. faggot.