Off-Topic Post Like You're a Troon - How well do you pass as a troon?

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Hey girlies,

So, I'm having a problem with my sister. This problem comes in two parts.

Last month, my younger sister was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, and it triggered my dyspohria super hard and killed the euphoria boner I was having when my mom called with the news. Like, I remember looking at my reflection (total Mulan moment, girls!) and thinking of how invalidating it was. I was almost shaking. Why can't I have ovaries? I almost punched my testicles for not being ovaries.

You might think things couldn't get worse, but they did. My sister had to have her ovaries removed. The dysphoria went away and I decided to see her in the hospital. I showed up with flowers and a card celebrating that we were both the same kind of woman now. I was all excited and told her I'd even share my HRT with her so we could bond. In my head, it was total validation that transwoman and ciswomen can be biologically identical.

She threw me out! The doctors told me to leave and she was crying! I had no idea she was a TERF! She was the most supportive member of our family, and she was a secret TERF the whole time. So I found out exactly what she thinks about me.

Now I don't know what to do. Part of me hopes she dies from it, part of me is vindicated because I know that now I'm more of a woman that her. She was in the early stages of menopause anyway, so even she hadn't gotten cancer, she'd wind up producing less lady juice than I have anyway. Transwomen stay women longer than cis women, girlies. Just remember that.

So, what would you do? My parents say I shouldn't cut her out of my life at this stage of hers, but I think she's too toxic to be around. Do I just hope she dies? Smile smugly inside every time I see her?
 
Hey girlies,

So, I'm having a problem with my sister. This problem comes in two parts.

Last month, my younger sister was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, and it triggered my dyspohria super hard and killed the euphoria boner I was having when my mom called with the news. Like, I remember looking at my reflection (total Mulan moment, girls!) and thinking of how invalidating it was. I was almost shaking. Why can't I have ovaries? I almost punched my testicles for not being ovaries.

You might think things couldn't get worse, but they did. My sister had to have her ovaries removed. The dysphoria went away and I decided to see her in the hospital. I showed up with flowers and a card celebrating that we were both the same kind of woman now. I was all excited and told her I'd even share my HRT with her so we could bond. In my head, it was total validation that transwoman and ciswomen can be biologically identical.

She threw me out! The doctors told me to leave and she was crying! I had no idea she was a TERF! She was the most supportive member of our family, and she was a secret TERF the whole time. So I found out exactly what she thinks about me.

Now I don't know what to do. Part of me hopes she dies from it, part of me is vindicated because I know that now I'm more of a woman that her. She was in the early stages of menopause anyway, so even she hadn't gotten cancer, she'd wind up producing less lady juice than I have anyway. Transwomen stay women longer than cis women, girlies. Just remember that.

So, what would you do? My parents say I shouldn't cut her out of my life at this stage of hers, but I think she's too toxic to be around. Do I just hope she dies? Smile smugly inside every time I see her?
She doesn't deserve your sisterly love if she's going to spit in your face when you try to do something nice for her. Cut that sack of dead weight out. Live your life freely! Love the people who love you!
 
Everyone, I shouldn't have to remind you of this but every penny that you give Joke Karen Rowling is used to fund our genocide. For this reason if you want to continue reading Harry Potter because really the story is nothing to do with her and this was before she turned into Voldemort, you need to do what I did: donate your books to a charity shop and then steal it back from there.
 
Cis gay bottoms are going to start getting penis-preserving neovaginas and it'll get so prevalent that you won't be able to go on Grindr without seeing at least one profile that says “front hole installed” or something along those lines. Yet the cis gays who will sleep with them will still refuse us trans men unconditionally because of our front holes, even if we have phalloplasties that retain access to our front holes resulting in virtually the same set-up.
 
literally SCREAMING rn????
think i found a name and identity that finally feels like "me" and tbh couldn't be happier

so, let me introduce myself - my name is Braeden Skylar but you can just call me brae!! they/he/fae/it pronouns, am a transmasc genderfuck demiboy aroace gremlin, neurodivergent (AuDHD) and i love frogs, mushrooms, nintendo, tabletop rpgs, drawing and alt/goth fashion. hoping to find like minded queer folx on here and it probably goes without saying but TERFs/MAGA supporters/"all lives matter" can kindly fuck off.
 
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This is me and nobody can prove me wrong! But if they don't believe me they're a terf that deserves to be raped with a knife.
 
I was walking through my usual work route today, whilst passing the local high school, as is my habit, I crossed paths with an incredible woman.

She had the whole package (heh), a dark sun dress with a mid-thigh skirt, reddish applied lipstick, as a whore would (hehe), a stubble that went beyond a mid-day shadow paired with a gorgeous reseeding blonde hairline, wearing high-heals on uneaven grownd and harrier legs than me.

I wish I were as brave, to show my true self.

Funnily enough, this actually happened today, right next to the local high school, felt like an actual nightmare as I haven't seen one of these people in the wild in ages.
 
hey r/volxisch,

how do i restore my foreskin? my phalloplasty surgeon (Goldstein out of Burbank) removed by neoforeskin without my permission. he asked my parents while I was under and they said "Go ahead, what's she gonna need a foreskin for?" misgendering me obviously. my natal female fiance is really into foreskins and I was looking forward to letting her experience mine like in the gay fanfiction we co-write and publish in our literary collective. but now that's been robbed from me like my foreskin itself. i can't afford to sue a jewish doctor, so i'm just going to focus on myself for a while and grow.
 
hey r/volxisch,

how do i restore my foreskin? my phalloplasty surgeon (Goldstein out of Burbank) removed by neoforeskin without my permission. he asked my parents while I was under and they said "Go ahead, what's she gonna need a foreskin for?" misgendering me obviously. my natal female fiance is really into foreskins and I was looking forward to letting her experience mine like in the gay fanfiction we co-write and publish in our literary collective. but now that's been robbed from me like my foreskin itself. i can't afford to sue a jewish doctor, so i'm just going to focus on myself for a while and grow.
Here's a website with some diagrams. Be careful not to rip your dick off bro. Wait until you're fully healed up from the surgery. If something tears, and you have to go get a revision, then there's no guarantee those jews won't steal every inch of progress you've made since then.
 
So... I was getting a coffee at starbucks today. I see this short, cute little lesbian with a pink undercut. I try to hit her up, as a lesbian does. She tells me she's a gay trans man, so she's not interested in me since I'm a trans gal. Okay, fine, whatever. 10 minutes later her "boyfriend" walks in. It's another 5'3" butch lesbian. I'm fucking seething into my coffee cup, trying to hide my anger. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

THESE are the kinds of girls I transitioned to date. but now they're 'not available' to me because of some fucking PRONOUNS?!?!?!?!
I fucking hate pooners so much. Why can't they just accept themselves as cute lesbians? They have everything I want: every curve, every inch of adorable female fat distribution, giant boobs, wide hips, and they want to ruin it with T.
It makes me so dysphoric. I wish I was born as lucky as these two bitches.
Maybe I'll cut my hair short and start trying to pass myself off as a trans man. Then I can get my lesbian threesome.
It's kind of funny. Maybe I'll be like all those women in history who had to pretend to be men to survive.
but I'm doing it to get poontang.
 
Cis people: we are in the middle of the greatest genocide since the Holocaust and now we need our so-called allies more than ever. And I’m not just talking about sharing memes. If you really want to help trans women, here is what you can do (you are not entitled to thanks):

1. Give trans women work. Trans women find it hard to find work due to prejudice. A trans woman can do any job, from anime tester to Reddit janny. Give them a chance.

2. Give trans women money. All your money. Don’t ask why. We’re dying here. Do you want us to die?

3. If you see a trans woman molesting a child, NO YOU DIDN’T.
 
Hihi!

So I finally mustered up the courage to buy girl clothes in person. I had hoped to bring along a few cis-girlfriends for advice but none of them would respond to my texts, so I had to go alone. It was nerve-wracking for sure and I hit a few snags along the way, but it was totally worth it! Here's how it went.

I arrived at the mall around 12:30 and got myself an extra large Tropi-Kale from Booster Juice for lunch. The kid behind the counter kept "sir-ing" me so I had to raise my voice several times to let him know I was a ma'am. I mean I don't really know how he got that impression, I've been told on multiple subreddits that I pass very well. Some people are just born transphobic. I made sure to get a video of him and the license number from his car so I can dish out a little internet justice later. The smoothie was delish, and I strolled around the storefronts looking for some cute outfits. I scoped out a few shops to check out before I had to go for a quick bathroom break. That smoothie went right through me thanks to my spiro. Ah the joys of HRT!

Lucky for me I was padded. I ducked into a Payless and let out a huge pee. My god, it kept coming and coming! I was so sure that I was going to leak that I waddled out of the children's sandals section to make a break for the door. I'm sure the cashier was checking me out too, she couldn't take her eyes off of me the whole time I was in the store. I gave her a quick wink and nod on my way out. I might not need shoes, but maybe there's something else I could get if you know what I mean ;) I am a transbian, in case you didn't know.

I made my way to the ladies room right after. The diaper was soooo soaked that I had a hard time walking. No matter though, my outfit still looked great and everyone knew it. I was wearing a cute little floral dress with striped leggings. When I got into the ladies room, all eyes were on me! I absolutely rocked that look, urine-soaked as I was. I picked a stall between two other ladies and got changed. I was a bit loud, but they probably just thought I was changing my pad or something. Also it was quite a feat stuffing my old diaper into the sanitary napkin receptacle on the wall, but I managed to get it mostly in there! Freshened up, I washed my hands and went to get my shop on.

So into American Eagle I went, in search of a cute pair of ripped jeans like the other girlies are wearing these days. Granted, this old gal may be a bit long in the tooth for such youthful trends, but 45 is the new 18 amirite? After a few minutes I found the perfect pair. Black, with a little bit of lace stitched over the rips. Eek! I was about to embrace my inner big-tiddy goth gf! I just had to try them on. I went straight for the (girls) fitting rooms and snagged an open booth. I took off my clothes save for my diaper and sports bra. I grabbed the jeans, rolled them up my legs and boy howdy I had a time pulling them up around my butt. Maybe I should have grabbed something larger than a size 2?

Once I managed to get them buttoned up though, they looked soooo good! The material was nice and tight, and they hugged every curve so well. I felt so free and feminine wearing the clothing of my authentic self, the gender euphoria was incredible! I had to undo the front and start stroking my lady-bits immediately. Now I'll yell this real loud for the transphobes in the cheap seats, THIS WAS NOTHING SEXUAL AT ALL! Any reputable gender therapist will tell you that euphoria can manifest itself in many ways, including genital arousal. And there's only one way to deal with that! Its nobody's business what I do in the privacy of my own changing booth anyways. And besides, I've seen enough pornos to know that sometimes a girlie likes to have a little fun where she shouldn't, tee hee!

All in all, it was a successful shopping trip. I didn't buy the jeans this time around (they got, erm, contaminated) but I'll be back next pay day! And hopefully some cis-girl friends respond to my texts so we can do some try-ons together. Also I need to circle back and get Payless girl's number now that I think of it. But I had a lot of fun! Can't wait till next time pretties xoxo
 
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hey r/volxisch,

how do i restore my foreskin? my phalloplasty surgeon (Goldstein out of Burbank) removed by neoforeskin without my permission. he asked my parents while I was under and they said "Go ahead, what's she gonna need a foreskin for?" misgendering me obviously. my natal female fiance is really into foreskins and I was looking forward to letting her experience mine like in the gay fanfiction we co-write and publish in our literary collective. but now that's been robbed from me like my foreskin itself. i can't afford to sue a jewish doctor, so i'm just going to focus on myself for a while and grow.
first of all - how??? fucking??? DARE he??? though tbh u should have known better than to go to a JEWISH surgeon -- he prob supports israel. fuck his zionist ass, #FreePalestine, he prob donated ur moms hard earned money to his b.s. oppressive "state". but hey if it makes u feel better i'm 1/8 swedish and would feel the same if my own bottom dysphoria involved wanting a dick (would rather nothing down there, smooth like a doll, it just... feels right??? idk) bc i would like to look the same down there as my viking ancestors might have. uwu
 
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