Meeting trannies at work

[Otterly]

The main troons related interaction I have is HR types and DEI trainers mistaking me for a pooner (I'm just a schlubby woman who works in tech) and asking me my pronouns and shit like that. It's fun to fuck with them by playing dumb and asking them what they mean. They always end up saying something wildly sexist or homophobic and I just feign offence and they get all flustered, it's great fun.

Keep up the good work, this is great to hear

 

[Hongourable Madisha]

Keep up the good work, this is great to hear

"and what are your pronouns?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you she/her, or he/him, or...?"
"Ohhh here we go, 'she works in tech and she's not the secretary, she must want to be a man'."
"No no I would never misgender someone!!
*sniffling* "I have always had to work twice as hard to be taken half as seriously..."
"Oh god I'm so sorry!!"
"Creepy blokes would always ask me 'which one's the man'? And to think I thought this was an inclusive workplace!"
"I didn't mean it like that! I love all of the 2SLGBTQIA+!!"

I'm not even gay lol it owns

Even just acting confused and asking questions in DEI seminars is fun.
"What do you mean, a trans woman?"
"Well, a trans woman is a woman who was assigned male at birth, but lives in the social role of a woman."
"Oh, okay. Um, what's the social role of a woman?"

And then I sit back and watch as the woke trainer struggles to define women's place in society without sounding like a caveman but also without excluding troons. Occasionally prompting them with shit like "no, no I really want to get this right to be a good trans ally" to get them to keep talking, I love this shit

 

[Troon_Patrol]

Some girl I used to fuck, moved in with some Pyramid scam failed real estate agent. It's a pyramid scam so if you can breath you're hired. RE fag tries to give me this sales pitch how I should join up, why its totally not a pyramid scam, ever since that moment I thought of him a retarded scumbag.

So desperate for employees he "hires" a low effort MTF who wore men's clothing, didn't bother shaving his face every day and alternated between his legal name and troon name seemingly at random. RE fag introduces MTF "new hire" who was going by "Ben" lately to his boss. Boss says something like "welcome to the team, Ben. You are going to learn so much about sales here, great to have you on the team, Ben"

MTF loses his shit, openly yells at his bosses boss "My name is "Maya" and don't you fucking dare ever call me "Ben" ever again."

 

[The Last Dragonborn]

I am Once Again complaining about troons.

Mentioned in another thread that I work in a thrift store and unfortunately we have a few TIMs that are employed. Haven’t interacted much with one save for him asking if I could hold something so he could go smoke (Tell me- black witch hat, black dress and stockings. In 80 something degree weather. When he works in the back and doesn’t interact with customers. Narcissism I swear it.) but the other… lord save me the other.

Easily 6”+, built like a linebacker with developed bulimia, fried silver hair, they/them and enby pin on his apron and always wearing some kind of egregious eyeliner. Thought, again, that he was just faggy since he’s dating another cashier (greasy and way too sensitive for a man his age imo) but the other day and a few days since he’s been coming in on his off days in… what I can best describe as a mans version of goth if it was somehow tiktok-ified and woobified. Ripped fishnets, shien quality dress, anime pins, ‘pentagram’ necklace, miku lanyard and doc martens and just… TTD I swear to everything that is good to this world. Motherfucker has the audacity to act pretentious and catty when most of the workers (managers included) are mostly older women who think he’s disgusting. Same day we had multiple customers come to us and complain because they were tonguing in the front of the store and I am just… so. So tired.

 

[Peaches the Wonder Cat]

Saw two male troons at work today. Of course they were hanging out together. They were the only ones wearing dresses, because of course women wear spinny dresses all the time and not jeans and shirts. Their hulking shoulders and man-jaws stuck out like sore thumbs. Their falsetto voices fooled no one. People looked uncomfortable being around them, and for good reason.

I was revulsed.

 

[LOWERCASE LETTERS]

I kind of feel like the sort of troon who gets regular employment tends to self select from the ones who can operate in public and make some minimal level of effort to not constantly spill their tendies out of the basket.

 

[Pervbashing]

My job involves working w academically delayed kids to get them up to state minimums in reading and math. Not SPED, mostly just victims of neglect. This is a job where trans people are VERY rare, mostly I am dealing with the polar opposite kind of crazy, mostly brainwashed ‘Christian’ parents who neglect, abuse and isolate their kids until the state intervenes bc ‘muh religious fweedom’ (their kid is 12 and can’t read.)

Anyway newer client, younger, very behind in both math and reading like most homeschooled kids. Only ever interacted with her mom. Recently I came to their house for a session and lo and behold a man in a dress answered the door. Instantly hit with the BO + perfume combo. He looks me up and down after we exchange pleasantries, scampers off upstairs and I can literally hear the sound of a PS5 startup. Doesn’t ask me any questions or give info like mom would, clearly is nowhere near as involved in kiddos life. Mom is almost certainly doing all the cleaning and cooking as well, the house was a mess when usually it’s pretty nice looking.

The kicker? Kid IMMEDIATELY said ‘that’s my dad’ as soon as I sat down. Doesn’t even try to make an effort to indulge his delusions in private. Based kid, I try to be a positive female presence in her life a few times a week the best I can.

 

[Hongourable Madisha]

Crossposting from the Random Trans Thoughts thread a while back.

My workplace is doing some Diversity, Equity and Inclusion shite about troons and it struck me how boring and soulless they are. They can't take a joke and they only make everyone else as miserable as them.
The best part was it's Navratri, some Hindu goddess festival, so all the pajeets were having a party instead. They were handing out sweets and taught us the lore about the "divine feminine" and how it's tied to the womb that gives life and some other TERFy stuff, and then we had a dance party. The jeets don't give a fuck about troons lol it rules

eta: I just realised partying with the pajeets taught me far more about diversity and inclusion than listening to yet another coomer drone on about his fetish. I know a load more things about a different culture and tradition now than I did before and shared some of mine too.