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"Coom, Groom, Consoom" — those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying point to build validation when validation seems to fail, to regain gender euphoria when there seems to be little cause for gender euphoria, to create hope when the noose beckons... In my dreams I hear again the squelching of dilators, the buzzing of Hitachi Wands, the strange, mournful mutter of VRChat ERP. But in the evening of my memory always I come back to Twitter. Always there echoes and re-echoes: Coom, Groom, Consoom. Today marks my final roll call with you. But I want you to know that when I cross the river, my last conscious thoughts will be of the Korps, and the Korps, and the Korps. I bid you farewell.
 
For comparison this ban is three times longer than the time Null caught me pm'ing an underage girl on the site with her dox and trying to extort bestbuy gift certificates out of her in exchange for not releasing it, and twelve times longer than the time I posted unspoilered dickgirl porn in chat in front of Null for days on end after being repeatedly asked to please stop doing that.
Classic Dyn.
Perfection. Legendary Dyn material right here.
 
I, as a natural person, a sensible person, sleep in a bunker deep below the decoy house.

All this for a "penis" that looks like someone dropped a hot dog on the floor of a greek restaurant.

I suspect no penis involvement in this.

You have to have marshmallows for brains to get this "life saving" surgery done.

His cleavage looks like it's seconds away from becoming a uniboob
 
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