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

[Kung Pow Cream]

lol yeah look he's gonna be dead if he's doing that, there's kindof fuckall you can do

start pruning the remaining ties now rather than when someone hands you the "natural causes" obituary

Oh yeah no, I've left the server and am currently distancing myself from him. In my head, I kinda just went "Why am I here? I am getting nothing from this." and left.

I can't explain what it's like to be in a conversation with him. It's kind of like his brain is a game of Mouse Trap. He gets an idea in his head and proceeds to vomit out the details for a significant amount of time even though we all got the point one comment in. And it's strange because he would post something in the server and then proceed to post in folk's dms as if we weren't going to see it in the server. It's just very strange. I don't know what he's trying to achieve. It's not like I never saw his posts.

I don't know what he thinks I am. I would talk about my life and he would change the subject. I think he genuinely forgot that I'm human. I don't think he recognized that I was the only person who cared about his wellbeing. I was just some faceless internet person.

It's just very strange to see a person you've talked to for nearly a decade seem to forget everything. I've seen him go into tech businesses and twitter and come out as this person who seems to be so terminally online and vapid that he doesn't know how normal people work. It's funny, there was this conversation that I had with him that was quite insane to hear. If he finds out that I posted this, I don't care. He probably forgot all about it and I need to cut my ties to the remaining folks if they do. Internet friends don't matter to me anymore.

Spoiler: My Dude, You Aren't Happy

Him
but the original point i was trying to make was that yeah. When pursuing a career at a certain point there are periods of your life where you have to make sacrifices to mental health and live under periods of intense stress. It's not good for you long term but it takes you to a place where the grass is greener

Me — 07/30/2022
I see what you mean but that genuinely sounds demented
[3:59 PM]
That sounds like Christian boomer nonsense
[4:00 PM]
Like literally I understand
[4:00 PM]
But that reminds me my church where they say "Yeah life sucks but if you're a good noodle, you go to heaven and then you won't have to suffer anymore"
[4:01 PM]
Eventually you'll be happy if you work hard enough!
[4:01 PM]
Depressing lol

Him — 07/30/2022
it is
[4:01 PM]
but it's the way this country works

Me — 07/30/2022
Ehhhh...
[4:03 PM]
Sounds like bootstrap nonsense

Him — 07/30/2022
but like (and this is going to sound spoiled as fuck) i have a lifestyle i enjoy. I eat at nice restaurants every day, i live in a beautiful home downtown. I have expensive soaps and I drive a nice car. In order to continue that lifestyle I have to make sacrifices.

Me — 07/30/2022
????
[4:03 PM]
God that sounds so weird
[4:04 PM]
Why are you so focused on such things? I grew up moderately wealthy but I don't focus on things like that
[4:05 PM]
Legit, my dad nearly killed himself working and I wouldn't have minded not having a big house and such

Him — 07/30/2022
because it fills in the gaps

Me — 07/30/2022
???

Him — 07/30/2022
like it's comfortable and the little serotonin bursts of nice things make me forget the world is falling apart (edited)

Me — 07/30/2022
You don't need fancy things for that

Him — 07/30/2022
yeah
[4:06 PM]
but nice things help

Me — 07/30/2022
Ehhhhh...

Him — 07/30/2022
to quote one of the great philosophers of our time
[4:07 PM]

https://youtu.be/QYh6mYIJG2Y?t=84

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Ariana Grande - 7 rings (Official Video)


Me — 07/30/2022
It's very weird having someone saying this when my previous generation grew up in the country

Him — 07/30/2022
i've only known the city

Me — 07/30/2022
No it's not areas
[4:08 PM]
It's your style of living and view on life that confuses me
[4:09 PM]
Like literally my mother grew up in a family with five children and they lived in a small house
[4:09 PM]
We didn't desire nice things like you
[4:09 PM]
We just made do with what we had
[4:10 PM]
And we were happy
[4:11 PM]
And I understand nice things are nice but when I see you say all the things you have and I see you being an emotional wreck at times, I'm like "This isn't what happiness is"
[4:11 PM]
You're just... trying to be happy.
[4:12 PM]
Does that make sense?
[4:14 PM]
Like literally I think about what would have happened if my mother went with a poorer guy that actually loved her, I wouldn't have minded that life
[4:15 PM]
It wasn't the trips to Disney World that made me happy
[4:15 PM]
It was the fact that I was with my family that made me happy
[4:16 PM]
Hopefully that makes sense

I don't know what to feel when I compare myself being moderately functional, having a good head on my shoulders, poorer than him, yet still happier and feeling more loved than him. Pride? Satisfaction? Worrying for his sake? It's very strange.

What do you feel when you have a bunch of food stored for the upcoming winter and your neighbor has nearly nothing even though you've given him tips and advice and he never took it and now he's going to starve?

 

[Larry David's Opera Cape]

so i've followed everyone's advice and reported him to the police, he's gone crying to some tranny lawyers apparently but has been served with an emergency eviction notice.

i wouldn't be as mad but i just found out he SOLD MY FUCKING GOLDEN GIRLS DVD BOX SET. fuck the medicine tampering, fuck the identity theft, fuck him wanting to cut his cock off, he sold my golden girls dvd box set. if this goes to court yall are invited to throw fucking eggs.

This all definitely happened.

 

[Bloitzhole]

I feel like the kiwis here might want to exhibit a tad more skepticism - something people here usually pride themselves on - even if (or perhaps especially since) the story slots nicely into what I'd call the community's current picture of tranny behavior.

The whole "random access humor on their own profile" bit is oddball behavior as well imo.


Though if it's true, I hope you get ample financial compensation from the weirdo and find a more stable flatmate quickly.

 

[NerdShamer]

i wouldn't be as mad but i just found out he SOLD MY FUCKING GOLDEN GIRLS DVD BOX SET

WHY YOU DIDN'T INSTALL THE DEADBOLT, SOONER?

 

[Helvetia]

oh yea

I feel like the kiwis here might want to exhibit a tad more skepticism - something people here usually pride themselves on - even if (or perhaps especially since) the story slots nicely into what I'd call the community's current picture of tranny behavior.

The whole "random access humor on their own profile" bit is oddball behavior as well imo.
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Though if it's true, I hope you get ample financial compensation from the weirdo and find a more stable flatmate quickly.

i just like to look at other peoples profiles and think they’re boring, i like to give the visitors to mine something to see

again though, i don’t believe my (now ex) roommate is representative of all trans people. i’m personally fine with becoming happy and settled in your identity and what you believe you were born to be. it is a mental illness, and is treated by letting people transition. he just happened to be extremely mentally ill before he decided he was transgender, and has engaged in these attention seeking stunts before. we’ve recently found out through his previous landlord that he was evicted for putting people’s food in the bin because he was vegan at the time. he is not representative of any communities in the slightest.

good call being skeptical though, when stories like this do fit in people do tend to just take the word as gospel. i was just sick of being labelled as a transphobe by my friends and families and knew the only trans sceptical community left was kiwi

 

[Procrastinhater]

I feel like the kiwis here might want to exhibit a tad more skepticism - something people here usually pride themselves on - even if (or perhaps especially since) the story slots nicely into what I'd call the community's current picture of tranny behavior.

The whole "random access humor on their own profile" bit is oddball behavior as well imo.
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Though if it's true, I hope you get ample financial compensation from the weirdo and find a more stable flatmate quickly.

I never take anything I read online at face value, I've reserved judgement as this is something that doesn't effect me personally it doesn't really matter that much, I see something like this I'll give the advice I would give anyway, if its real maybe my advice helps, if its a story for attention then whatever, add my advice as a plotpoint in your novel or something or don't, whatever.
I see your point though.
Keeping skeptical is always a good idea.

 

[Sinner's Sandwich]

and i'm not particularly bothered about trans people

A doormat trough and trough. You claim a troon did horrible things to you and yet you are always ready to suck troon dick. You aren't different from your supposed friends if your story is even true and not some fairy tale to get attention. Troonery is somehow good but this one troon bad is very suspicious. Especially on this very site where there is proof that trans ideology is absolutely fucking insane and dangerous.

 

[LinkinParkxNaruto[AMV]]

A doormat trough and trough. You claim a troon did horrible things to you and yet you are always ready to suck troon dick. You aren't different from your supposed friends if your story is even true and not some fairy tale to get attention. Troonery is somehow good but this one troon bad is very suspicious. Especially on this very site where there is proof that trans ideology is absolutely fucking insane and dangerous.

Betty White is a friend of all queers

 

[Helvetia]

betty white loves the gays <3

 

[Procrastinhater]

betty white loves the gays <3

You forgot to add "uwu"

 

[Kupier]

Hello frens, i will have to catch up at a later time. I hope everyone will have a good holiday season. I hope no one has to deal with any family members trooning out or coming to the turkey dinner with a suprise and a few new pronouns. I know that I will be dealing with one, and one other person who knows my position and is angry with me about it despite our lifelong friendship. I'm just going to avoid talking to the TiM, but it's going to be rough.

This has been a more sombre thread, but let's laugh a bit while we shake our heads. Hopefully we'll have some stories to share.

 

[BrunoMattei]

i just found out my roommate has been swapping my birth control pills for sugar pills so he doesn't have to pay for hrt. he's been saying i've been acting erratically and making fun of the fact my periods have been getting heavier and this motherfucker is the fucking cause of it. he's been stealing my fucking heels, my underwear, my goddamn bras and padding all to go out and flaunt how he's trans now.

i genuinely feel sick, and i'm not particularly bothered about trans people. he's trying to become me, but with a cock. and it's fucking terrifying.

so i've followed everyone's advice and reported him to the police, he's gone crying to some tranny lawyers apparently but has been served with an emergency eviction notice.

i wouldn't be as mad but i just found out he SOLD MY FUCKING GOLDEN GIRLS DVD BOX SET. fuck the medicine tampering, fuck the identity theft, fuck him wanting to cut his cock off, he sold my golden girls dvd box set. if this goes to court yall are invited to throw fucking eggs.

This would be a great remake/reboot of Single White Female.

 

[NoonmanR]

Personally, i've never lost a friend to transgenderism. It i feels like i, as well as most people around me, end up losing people to leftist politics, if not outright becoming communist than trooning out, but i did know one, "person", who was slowly treading down that path.

His irl name was Mac. I never knew who the friends were, but Mac was very clearly being groomed by his friend circle into trooning out, making very obvious hints at it such as "I may be transitioning soon, watch what you say..." or just outright stating that his friends wouldn't approve in being in certain servers. He wasn't very smart, no, people would make it a point to make fun of him at every opportunity, but unlike your average troon, he always seemed to take it in stride. Never really had a good comeback though, on account of him being autistic enough that he had not much wit to work with.

Now, one day, mac decides to comes across a conversation we were having, and admits to everyone in said conversation that he was a pedophile, outright. I can't recall the exact wording, but it was in a very Freudian slip kinda way, i don't think he even realized what he did until after he said it. Almost immediately afterwards, however, his social medias were found, and he's retweeting/liking stuff like a news story titled "court rejects law that bans police from sex with minors", pics of him dressing up in fucking dresses and kids PJs with diapers or some shit, i can't 100% recall, though i can still get pics of some of them if they're REALLY needed. That was, however, the last i ever heard of Mac, he more or less vanished without a trace after that...

 

[deerPropaganda]

It happened again, and this time might be worse.

I made a friend last year, The only friend I have made while attending college. We hung out and talked a lot over the summer, but during the past month or so they slowly stopped talking to me and everyone around them. they don't come to class anymore, I assumed they were busy with school and work, but all they seem to do is post on social media now. it used to be just memes, now its only about how they hate their body and how dysphoric they feel. I've tried reaching out multiple times but they never respond to my messages.


Another ftm. they're now on antidepressants and had their first shot of testosterone last week. Goodbye F, It was fun while it lasted.

 

[Apis mellifera]

Fucking hell, have I got a story. I've got this old friend, standard unconventional artistic/slightly autistic white guy, the kind of person who might own a tattoo parlour or a skate shop, and whose hobbies would include things such as having an extensive dead bug collection, retro video games, or playing the guitar. You know the type. I love him and his fiancé dearly, they're both weird, only slightly obnoxious, and genuine and kind individuals. This story isn't about him, it's about his degenerate, worthless tranny little brother.

Spoiler

This cunt. Where do I begin? For starters, he's a NEET, graduated from school years and years ago, never attended university, never learned to drive, never had a fucking job and he's in his mid-20s. He doesn't go to therapy and has made absolutely no attempt and self-improvement, beyond mega-dosing estrogen. Just by existing he makes his parents' lives harder by being an unnecessary expense, when they really ought to be retiring in the near future. Since he came out as trans last year, he's gotten into drugs and risky sexual behaviour, fucking off for days or weeks at a time to his boyfriend's house, without telling anyone. He's an adult, of course, but he still lives like a teenager, and when he's not getting up to god-knows-what, he's in his room, not contributing to household chores, not looking for a job, not even socialising with his family. I know all of this because his brother, the non-shit working one, the parents, and I, have become especially close in this past years, and I've been privy to all their vents about their leech son.

So, leech NEET tranny son who is on drugs, fucks off to who knows where to have gay sex, who's a piece of shit who doesn't contribute to his household, pretty standard behaviour, all things considered, but that's not where the horseshittery ends. For context, Halloween is a pretty big fucking deal for both of our families, so the brother who's moved out and his fiancé were in-town for the adjacent weekend, and came over the night before for a "brief" chat with mild intoxicants. I came to learn that in the time he's been in town, his brother has made a sexual pass at him, in an attempt to coerce him into committing incest with him, which understandably freaked him out, though he's yet to inform the rest of his family or his partner, as he doesn't want his troon brother becoming homeless. His parents are lovely people, but you really do get the sense that they're starting to get sick of his shit, and understandably so.

At the last minute, the troon brother asked to attend the dinner party, and I have plenty of chairs and food, so it was no biggie. His parents were pretty keen on it, and I've always gotten the sense that the main reason they got so close with me is because I used to be that rare breed of semi-functional tranny, before I detransitioned and got my ass to therapy, in the same way there are "functional" alcoholics, in that I held a job and had a social life. Astonishing, I know, real crown fucking achievement.

At dinner, the freak refused to take his mask off, I didn't pay attention to him but I don't really know how he even managed to eat with it, and was on his phone the entire god damn time. I made a few pointed comments to him, suggesting he put his purse down somewhere other than his lap, to which he said, in his obnoxious, whiny, broken falsetto voice, "I need somewhere to put my phone," and I got a similar response when I suggested he put his fucking phone down and participate in conversation. Over his shoulder, I saw he was texting in Discord. Whatever, fucking dick, he left halfway through dinner to sit on the sofa and text his degenerate friends, while the rest of us drank wine and ate some good food. I'm a hugger, with my friends and loved ones, and hugged them all goodbye after dinner; and then there was the troon, standing there, expectantly, awkwardly, staring at me. I gave him a half-hug out of social obligation, and I now wish I'd just given him a firm handshake and sent him on his way, something about being in close proximity to a man, well over 6' and wearing massive black heeled leather boots, set off every alarm bell and made me want to vomit. You get the sense that he's some kind of pervert just by being in his general vicinity.

The idea of being a leech NEET with no life skills, no income, and no participation in household chores is unconscionable to me, I would be humiliated and embarrassed to be in his position. But I think beyond the shame he brings to his family, beyond the incestuous behaviour, what I am really pissed about is the fact he was very rude during my dinner party, and I won't be allowing him back in the future. One does not come between a woman and her dinner party.

tl;dr creepy troon little brother tries to commit incest with his older brother, doesn't have a job or education, and is overall a massive pest.

 

[frippery]

Fucking hell, have I got a story. I've got this old friend, standard unconventional artistic/slightly autistic white guy, the kind of person who might own a tattoo parlour or a skate shop, and whose hobbies would include things such as having an extensive dead bug collection, retro video games, or playing the guitar. You know the type. I love him and his fiancé dearly, they're both weird, only slightly obnoxious, and genuine and kind individuals. This story isn't about him, it's about his degenerate, worthless tranny little brother.

Spoiler

This cunt. Where do I begin? For starters, he's a NEET, graduated from school years and years ago, never attended university, never learned to drive, never had a fucking job and he's in his mid-20s. He doesn't go to therapy and has made absolutely no attempt and self-improvement, beyond mega-dosing estrogen. Just by existing he makes his parents' lives harder by being an unnecessary expense, when they really ought to be retiring in the near future. Since he came out as trans last year, he's gotten into drugs and risky sexual behaviour, fucking off for days or weeks at a time to his boyfriend's house, without telling anyone. He's an adult, of course, but he still lives like a teenager, and when he's not getting up to god-knows-what, he's in his room, not contributing to household chores, not looking for a job, not even socialising with his family. I know all of this because his brother, the non-shit working one, the parents, and I, have become especially close in this past years, and I've been privy to all their vents about their leech son.

So, leech NEET tranny son who is on drugs, fucks off to who knows where to have gay sex, who's a piece of shit who doesn't contribute to his household, pretty standard behaviour, all things considered, but that's not where the horseshittery ends. For context, Halloween is a pretty big fucking deal for both of our families, so the brother who's moved out and his fiancé were in-town for the adjacent weekend, and came over the night before for a "brief" chat with mild intoxicants. I came to learn that in the time he's been in town, his brother has made a sexual pass at him, in an attempt to coerce him into committing incest with him, which understandably freaked him out, though he's yet to inform the rest of his family or his partner, as he doesn't want his troon brother becoming homeless. His parents are lovely people, but you really do get the sense that they're starting to get sick of his shit, and understandably so.

At the last minute, the troon brother asked to attend the dinner party, and I have plenty of chairs and food, so it was no biggie. His parents were pretty keen on it, and I've always gotten the sense that the main reason they got so close with me is because I used to be that rare breed of semi-functional tranny, before I detransitioned and got my ass to therapy, in the same way there are "functional" alcoholics, in that I held a job and had a social life. Astonishing, I know, real crown fucking achievement.

At dinner, the freak refused to take his mask off, I didn't pay attention to him but I don't really know how he even managed to eat with it, and was on his phone the entire god damn time. I made a few pointed comments to him, suggesting he put his purse down somewhere other than his lap, to which he said, in his obnoxious, whiny, broken falsetto voice, "I need somewhere to put my phone," and I got a similar response when I suggested he put his fucking phone down and participate in conversation. Over his shoulder, I saw he was texting in Discord. Whatever, fucking dick, he left halfway through dinner to sit on the sofa and text his degenerate friends, while the rest of us drank wine and ate some good food. I'm a hugger, with my friends and loved ones, and hugged them all goodbye after dinner; and then there was the troon, standing there, expectantly, awkwardly, staring at me. I gave him a half-hug out of social obligation, and I now wish I'd just given him a firm handshake and sent him on his way, something about being in close proximity to a man, well over 6' and wearing massive black heeled leather boots, set off every alarm bell and made me want to vomit. You get the sense that he's some kind of pervert just by being in his general vicinity.

The idea of being a leech NEET with no life skills, no income, and no participation in household chores is unconscionable to me, I would be humiliated and embarrassed to be in his position. But I think beyond the shame he brings to his family, beyond the incestuous behaviour, what I am really pissed about is the fact he was very rude during my dinner party, and I won't be allowing him back in the future. One does not come between a woman and her dinner party.

tl;dr creepy troon little brother tries to commit incest with his older brother, doesn't have a job or education, and is overall a massive pest.

Yikes, dude. Reminds me of an awkward party I threw where I had to invite a "brother" of a good friend. That poor fucker is still adrift in life four years later, they/them now, boobless and unemployed, dating another genderblob and working at a coffee house.

But what I really want to hear about is your buried lede in there - have you already talked about detransitioning on the Farms here?

 

[Neurotypical Mantis]

@frippery can't reply for some reason but at least she got a job

 

[if the light takes us]

betty white loves the gays <3

That's why she's dead: AIDS.

 

[Apis mellifera]

@frippery My replies are broken as well. Yes, I rambled about it here. I can't recall how much I got into the whole deal of it, and I don't like reading my old blogposts, but I can try to summarise the long and short of it. Full disclosure, I have ADHD, so in writing and in speech, unless I am medicated, I ramble and can not shut the fuck up. We'll see how "short" this ends up being.

A few years ago I ended up in a sexually, emotionally, and physically abusive "BDSM" relationship with a degenerate TIM who fetishised and envied my inherent anatomical femininity as a woman, and whose idea of womanhood consisted of being sexually degraded and dominated. He would get angry with me whenever I would spend my time studying some skill, or spending time with anyone except him, he was exceptionally jealous and entitled, and he would force himself upon me sexually and blame it on "his body", that he just couldn't control himself, and that really, I should just be flattered. During our time together, he convinced me that I was FTM, and I believed him, because I was in a very mentally vulnerable and dissociated state at the time. I was told by every doctor, psychiatrist, and psychotherapist that I met the clinical diagnosis for Gender Dysphoria and that if I just took this drug and had these surgeries, I would feel better. I was hesitant, I think I knew, in my gut, that this was wrong and wouldn't save me, but I nevertheless injected 0.2-0.3ml of testosterone cypionate once a week, for a little over three years. The timelines are fuzzy, but I eventually snapped out of his conditioning, by the grace of some kind and benevolent god, and left, and he accused me of transphobia and made me out to be the abuser in the relationship. I never was much of an addict before him, I smoked some pot and drank a bit on the weekends with friends, as one in does, but after our breakup I was an alcoholic and a junkie, and I was still abusing testosterone. I was getting high and drunk on anything within reach nearly everyday, and I was actively suicidal and self-harming. One of my favourite drug classes at the time were dissociatives, such as DXM and Ketamine, the former notable for causing permanent brain damage in one "minor" trip akin to binge-drinking for several weeks straight. DXM is not a fun drug, do not do it,  ever. Do not abuse benzodiazepanes either, they're a dogshit, stupid, dangerous class of drugs.

Earlier this year, I was reckoning with the fact that I was still being crushed under the weight of trauma from that relationship, childhood sexualisation and objectification, and misogyny, all of which I had internalised and was too mentally frail to even attempt to process. Not everyone cracks under the pressure of the aforementioned, and I suspect the emotional vulnerability to abuse that is common in people with ADHD/ASD is why GD is so commonly comorbid with being "neurodivergent". But anyway, I wasn't getting any better, and no matter how hard I tried, I just kept relapsing. I wasn't telling people I should have about the fact that I was really, really sick, and because of the drugs I was using, I was able to appear happy and productive in spite of all of it. I felt like I was going to remain on testosterone for the rest of my life, because it helped me dissociate from my sex just enough to help me avoid killing myself, which really was not an ideal situation.

I'd been doing research for months prior on how LSD and other psychedelics like DMT and psilocybin were being used to treat people with PTSD and treatment-resistant depression, and in early 2022 I bought a gel tab of LSD in the shape of blue pyramid, with gold flakes in it. I meditated for awhile, and prayed to whatever god there is to protect me and guide me, and to please, just cure me of my dysphoria. LSD is a lot, as a drug, it was kind of like pushing the big red nuclear button, and I don't have much of an interest in ever doing it again, but I do feel like it saved my life. I was in a safe, sunny bit of nature when I took it, I painted, and journalled, and ate fruit and chocolate on it and, spirituality aside, it allowed me to see the "timeline" of my life, how I got from my childhood to here, and how every traumatic event coalesced into this impenetrable black mass of GD. I stopped dissociating, and I stopped hating my body for what it was, and started seeing it as a tool and a vessel for my mind, that I can use to do what I please with in this life. It didn't need to make me sexual prey, or be a signal of my inherent inferiority, it could just be... functional. I stopped taking drugs (including alcohol) and testosterone after that, and went to therapy.

I'm still seeing a therapist, I don't know how strictly helpful it is, though. I changed more about my psyche in that one day, with how very malleable and downright vulnerable to suggestion that drug makes you, than I think I have in all the months following it seeing a psychotherapist. It's amusing, in a way, I sort of brainwashed myself into loving myself, not being an addict, and working towards not being a mentally ill basketcase; it's no wonder the CIA tried to use it to brainwash people. Therapy is making it easier to speak openly about my emotions, at least. Prior to LSD and prior to therapy, I was stoic, I cried maybe once or twice a year if that, it was very unhealthy, and I felt I couldn't trust anyone around me.

It still crosses my mind, every once in awhile, to try to therapise myself with psychedelics again, but they're pretty intense and it doesn't feel right yet. We'll see.

Because I think every story deserves a bit of a silver ending, I'll finish with this: I have this very good friend of mine, who was abused in the ways that men always seem to be, with how systematically they are emotionally neglected and abused, in the minimum, and we've bonded over being broken people who want to change. He's helped me through these long couple of years, even when he didn't need to; he's very kind, patient, and gentle, he makes me feel safe enough to let my guard down properly for the first time in years, and I try to make an effort to trust him, as a close friend, even though I am also trying my hardest to avoid what happened last time I became rather smitten with a nerdy man. I made a deal with myself to not make any major life changes until one year post-trip, so we'll see how this relationship goes. Maybe I'll go out with him, maybe I'll wing(wo)man for him and help him find a gorgeous wife to settle down with and I'll be an aunt to his kids, but either way, I'm happy he's in my life. I'm pretty lucky to have met him honestly, abused women who detransition have a habit of becoming radical misandrists. Even though I feel like I wasted my 20s on all this shit, I feel like things are going to be okay.

 

[AfghanBlue]

i just found out my roommate has been swapping my birth control pills for sugar pills so he doesn't have to pay for hrt. he's been saying i've been acting erratically and making fun of the fact my periods have been getting heavier and this motherfucker is the fucking cause of it. he's been stealing my fucking heels, my underwear, my goddamn bras and padding all to go out and flaunt how he's trans now.

i genuinely feel sick, and i'm not particularly bothered about trans people. he's trying to become me, but with a cock. and it's fucking terrifying.

every type of BC pill I’ve ever seen, has a very regimented blister pack, day ordered because they need to be taken a certain way. It’s not just like a bottle of pills… that you could manage to find sugar pills to mimick.

Medical pills are in all shapes and sizes, with different shells, skins, and detailing on them.. sugar pills aren’t.

Also how does he know anything about/in what sense mock “your periods getting heavier” ? Like what kind of shape would such an exchange even take?


Sounds like lies ngl.

There’s a fair bit of inexplicable larping on here.
The untrue sounding stories aren’t even imaginative or fun. At least make up something wild if you’re going to.
Weird.