Megathread Trannies posting their L's Online - Heckin valid people posting their funny misfortunes on the internet

[Dr. Butt]

Honestly the husband-tranny is very interesting. Since he has much more to lose. The autist-tranny is just jacking off in his mother's basement all day. The HSTS is a confused gay man that thinks he can get more dick as a woman. Their choice seems a lot more "logical".

The husband-tranny is like a man who became addicted to synthetic opioids after a pain prescription. The autist-tranny is like the unambitious daily marijuana smoker who started smoking it in secondary school. The HSTS is like the coke-meth-MDMA nightclub fixture who's been unapologetically an addict since leaving home to sleep in the park at age 18.

 

[Paper Machete]

Husband trannies are just like any other agp. Reading through trans widow accounts with a sharp eye and all these guys developed the fetish before their marriage/kids. Like pretty much every single one. They're just agps that happen to be in a relationship but really their motivations are no different than any of the other ones.

 

[Waffle Iron]

Husband trannies are just like any other agp. Reading through trans widow accounts with a sharp eye and all these guys developed the fetish before their marriage/kids. Like pretty much every single one. They're just agps that happen to be in a relationship but really their motivations are no different than any of the other ones.

I get the feeling some of the autist AGPs were drawn in by the community first, the fetish second. While the AGP-husband is fetish first, community second.

 

[Slurs McKenzie]

It is fascinating how much of a cult process the tranny pipeline is (at least for the autist-type tranny)

Don't forget that they quite literally believe in their own form of transubstantiation.

How many times have you heard some variation of this? 'You might chromosomally be a male, but when you say the magic words 'I feel like a woman', you ACTUALLY become a female, regardless of what's physically there!'

 

[cypocryphy]

Tranny gets misgendered at 7-Eleven and emailed corporate.

 

[Jesters]

A bunch of pooner's telling how certain activities makes them feel manly like holding an energy drink, or wearing a zip-uo hoodie.

Things that make men feel like men: Overpowering another man physically, especially one that looks taller and stronger than you. Achieving a highly competitive goal such as a promotion or a competition. Improving yourself by surpassing your limits physical or logically. Being able to provide for the ones you care for.

Things that make pooners feel like men: Growing facial hair that will never develop into a proper beard. Getting "manly" piercings like bull nose rings. Wearing men's clothing (but it has to be soft uwu cute boy clothing, it cannot be practical but bland like cargo shorts or wife beaters. Crying to women or other pooners because there's nothing more masculine than sharing your emotions with your besties. (The last one is actually more masculine but it's expected of women and doing so is a genuine barrier of intense trust for most men.)

 

[NarkDigger]

It is fascinating how much of a cult process the tranny pipeline is (at least for the autist-type tranny)

4) Separating you from people that could talk sense to you:
When you go on E you either have your family become very supportive of you, or you push them away when they don't support you.

6) Too deep to get out:
Once you're fully processed it is hard to get out. You've pushed away anyone critical, only people supporting and affirming you are left. Leaving means leaving your entire social circle.

You are also brought in deeper by being constantly told that the outside world is evil and hostile to us.
If the cult didn't deliver what it promised (your mental health didn't improve after cutting up your dick obviously) this doesn't mean we lied to you, this means that you don't have enough faith yet and the outside world is attacking us (discriminating). You just need to preach and rectruit harder to bring in the salvation

 

[FiveStarAce]

Things that make men feel like men: Overpowering another man physically, especially one that looks taller and stronger than you. Achieving a highly competitive goal such as a promotion or a competition. Improving yourself by surpassing your limits physical or logically. Being able to provide for the ones you care for.

Things that make pooners feel like men: Growing facial hair that will never develop into a proper beard. Getting "manly" piercings like bull nose rings. Wearing men's clothing (but it has to be soft uwu cute boy clothing, it cannot be practical but bland like cargo shorts or wife beaters. Crying to women or other pooners because there's nothing more masculine than sharing your emotions with your besties. (The last one is actually more masculine but it's expected of women and doing so is a genuine barrier of intense trust for most men.)

Even then, the steteotypical "manly" things change over time as men and women alike mature and become full fledged individuals. Doing grappling went from the manliest shit i could imagine to combat hugging, while gardening makes me feel like a caveman. I just wonder why and how so many people stop developing these days, is it just the consequence of consoomerism?

 

[Magic Pickle]

A TiF comes out to her family and it goes very poorly, with most of them making fun of her for wanting to be "a fake man with female genetalia[sic]" and how she seems to be a notorious attention-seeker. I find it telling that she wishes to remain in contact with her youngest siblings... I wonder how long that will last?
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Coming out nightmare. I'm done with my family. ​

Over the last week I, 26, ftm, came out to all the members of my family who didn't know yet. First I told my mother. It was long and difficult talk. Nasty things were said, she clearly told me how I will never be a man and I will never have a dick and it won't make me happy as I won't find someone to date. I will be " a fake man with female genetalia" . Explaining to her how there is more important things to me than sex fell on deff ears. In the end I left and not even half an hour later she invited me to dinner the same day. I took this as "everything will be alright" and took the courage to come out to who used to be my closest sibling.

The next day he replied. He said how I would ruin my body, how bad it is for me. How I might just be confused. When I told him how less people regret it than knee surgery or kids and that Im old and smart enough to have thought about it, he stopped replying.

So far, so bad. At this point I didn't care anymore and crafted a message two days later. The message was a short notice of how I feel and, being a hit snarky, i wrote a few questions and answered them right away. Yes, I am sure. No, I am not confused. Yes, I know dating will be harder - etc.

One brother left the group right away, wrote me a couple minutes later that he accepts it and nothing else. All I could expect, good enough for now. The other brother left without saying anything, not even now, three days later. My father said good luck. I thought this was... Okay. I felt good enough. At least no obvious hate. But I forgot how my family acts. According to my youngest sister and brother, who I both trust and who both are incredibly supportive, the same evening my mother and father loudly made fun of me in the kitchen of their house. They said how I would never have balls, how I am only looking for attention. How I always had to fuck arround with gender. How I (kinda contradicting and also incredibly untrue) always loved dresses and bows and pink (they are thinking about the dresses they put me in when I couldn't dress myself as a literal child). How embarrassing I am. They said, and I quote yet again, that it was bad enough I had "a black boyfriend and a lesbian girlfriend, but it's never enough for her" - which is a statement for sure. Holy shit. My ex was black, yes. But he wasn't a piece of garbage and abusive because of that??? The fact that he abused me and the biggest flaw they see is his race... Insane. Well. I told my siblings I was fine. Okay enough. But I wasn't. I felt so fucking bad. The betrayal and grief hurts. I talked to my mother for so long. I hoped she somehow understood. But the first chance she got, she burned me to the ground.

I'm done with them. I left the family group chat. I will no longer go to the weekly family dinners. I will still spend time with the two youngest but everyone else I'm done with. This amount of disrespect and hatred is just insane. I don't know what I expected. I don't regret coming out. I just feel grief about the fact that I will never have a good or normal family. I guess at 26 I finally see that no matter how hard I try, how bad I feel for them, they can't change. .

Patriarch vs. poon: a young TiF whose father seemingly supported her at the beginning of her dipshit gender journey is shocked when he decides to put his foot down once and for all, declaring right to her face that "being trans [was] stupid." Should've said something sooner, Pa, but better late than never!
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My dad supported me and not anymore lol ​

Well, I came out of the closet as a trans boy at 14 (now I'm almost 19) my dad was confused and didn't understand it but he told me that he loved me and would always support me in everything but that we should go easy, on my 16th birthday I think, he gave me boxers and after a long time a sincere love for him was born from me. Time continued to pass and among so many talks I asked him to cut my hair and he told me no, he didn't want it. Okay, I got it. This year (now of legal age) I asked him to please let me cut my hair and he kept telling me no. A few days ago I told him that I wanted to start looking at the whole issue so that in a few years I could start the transition and the hormones and he told me to my face that being trans was stupid, that I would never be a man and I didn't know who or at what moment someone put it in my head that I was a man, but that it would never help me lose myself xd and well it broke my heart because I always thought that of all people he would support me. Now I realize that I am more alone than ever and my family will not support me.

I feel empty and I have no idea what to do, I couldn't get a job because I study and it takes a lot of time but obviously no one will help me with the money and above all, I don't want to lose my family if I start the transition on my own. I'm very lost, any advice or just a message of support? Thanks for reading

A li'l dood agonizes over the fact that her monumental coming out moment didn't change a damn thing between her mother and her sister, who essentially pretend she didn't emotionally shit herself in front of them while asking them to call it gravy. The real comedy, however, is both mother and sister accept gay men and lesbians perfectly fine - they simply reject trannies. Because OP is a stupid 21-year-old, she cannot wrap her head around such a viewpoint and feels a rising tension to lash out.
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My coming out to my mom and sister didn't change anything (and it's bad) ​

P.S. A request for advice is at the very end of the post. The most of it is just backstory, I guess? So you can skip it if you feel like it. (Also sorry for any mistakes)

It took me a lot of time and effort to decide to come out. I imagined hundreds of possible outcomes, from where I was kicked out of the house or brainwashed against my will, to where they told me they already suspected it, waited for me to open up and took me in their arms. I was scared, I cried when I imagined how I would do it and what would happen next, but I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. Deep down, I hoped that I would be accepted, but "even if not," I consoled myself, "at least I will be able to not hide who I am and use my pronouns" (my native language is very gendered). I was shaking when I sent the coming-out letter. I thought about telling it in person, but I was terribly scared.

I've been waiting for an answer all day. In the end, mom asked me to call. We didn't talk about my trans identity. We talked about my selfishness. Perhaps I was harsh in my letter, trying to convey how hard and painful it was for me and how some of their comments hurt me, I do not know. They said they loved me and wouldn't give up on me. I believed in the second statement, but it was very difficult to believe in the first.

Next is a week of silence. Rare correspondence, all the past warmth disappeared, I didn't know what to do. I was afraid to say too much, I saw how hard it was for my mom. Finally, a week and a half later, a conversation took place. I listened and said almost nothing. Mom said that after my confession, she felt a "hole in her heart", that after I addressed myself in the masculine gender in one of text messages, she felt awful (after that she asked me not to talk about myself using male pronouns with her), how bad she had been all week and how she was preparing for this conversation. There was still hope inside me. I thought: "If she thinks about it and experiences it, then she's trying to accept it." I was wrong. She said that I was wrong and that I had come to the wrong conclusion because of my mental state had worsened around the age of 18. I didn't agree with her, but I didn't deny it. I felt a little relieved that she had spoken out. I didn't make any caustic remarks when my sister said she didn't understand my trans identity and wasn't going to or want to research this topic, and then added: "You don't want to research [insert her university discipline], do you?" I thought: "Could it be worse?" I nodded when my mom asked me to think carefully and consider the idea that I'm not a trans guy. I tried and it didn't work out. My mental state has worsened. I still remember my tantrum in the uni bathroom, which prompted me to go to a therapist. There was too much of everything: I felt that I was not living, but existing, that I would never be able to live openly, and no one but a couple of close friends would accept me, that I would forever have to play this role. And my mom and sister didn't even know that my condition was largely caused by their rejection. I didn't tell them.

It's been more than two months and nothing has changed (and that's bad). They act as if there was no coming out. They call me by my deadname and use the wrong pronouns, they don't try at all. I have a feeling that they are hoping that this is temporary and soon I will come running with a smile on my face, saying that I was wrong and they were right. Or that I would just silently go back to that old version of myself that they liked so much.

The worst thing is that their rejection makes me feel so ashamed of myself. I can't stop thinking about how wonderful it would be if I wasn't who I am. It would be so much easier. But I'm dying of shame. I'm ashamed to use my pronouns with my sister (I did it only thrice during this whole time), and I don't do it with my mom because I'm afraid to see her reaction. And I was hoping that at least I could do that. I recently officially changed my name to a neutral (unisex?) one (the biggest thing I can do in the disgusting country I live in) and I'm starting to feel sick when I think I need to tell them about it. I know they won't be happy. I feel like a disgrace to the family.

And at the same time, sometimes I feel very angry at them and at the fact that my coming out didn't lead to anything. I can't help myself. I look at my mom saying, "I love you" and pulling me into her arms, and I want to scream at the top of my lungs: "Who do you love?!". Both my mom and my sister treat me with care and kindness, except for the fact that they just don't accept me. My mom even asks me about girls, if I'm dating any of them: she can accept that I'm queer and she believes me, but she denies the other part of me. I don't understand why. My sister said that she treats gays and lesbians well, but she will never understand trans people. I don't understand why. Why do they say they love me, but they don't even try to understand or accept me?

This rejection makes me feel like a child. Like I'm being stupid if I ask them to accept my identity when "it's obvious that I'm not a guy." I hate this feeling– I'm 21 - f*cking - years old.

For several days now, I've been thinking about speaking out and sharing my feelings with them, but every time I find an excuse. Sometimes I'm too anxious, sometimes my mom is in a good mood and I'm afraid to spoil it, or something else. How much longer will I wait?

Sorry for this mess. Thanks to everyone who read it. I will be very grateful for advice from those who have/have had non-accepting family members. Maybe someone's parents accepted them over time: how did this happen? I know that two months is a short time and some parents need a lot more, but I am suffering a lot and losing hope every day. It seems to me that my mother and sister will always love me as their daughter and sister, while I will painfully try to reciprocate as their son and brother. Also: how to overcome this feeling of guilt about your identity (because of the rejection of close ones) and feel more confident just to be themselves around them?

TD;LR After my coming out as trans nothing has changed. My mom and sister still call me by my deadname, use wrong pronouns and see me as their daughter and sister. It's like I hadn't even came out to them. I feel guilty to be myself around them and to stand out for myself. I really need advice.

Mr. Peanut and His Major Mistake: a tranny gets his balls butchered and has been malding about it miserably ever since. This one is a fantastic feast for those of us who fear troon reproduction because he is explicitly mourning his inability to have children now! Another win for the swamp known as the human gene pool.
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Orchi regret is tearing me apart​

I had an orchiectomy at the end of April. I had some trepidations about whether it was really the right call, but I was so fucking terrified of losing access to HRT. I talked to most of my transfem friends about being scared of the prospect of infertility (I crave parenthood so much). I talked about feeling back and forth in my sense of gender; I'm transfem but I thrive in gay men's spaces. I can't imagine rebuilding my sexuality around having a vagina, the prospect of dating straight men actually makes me nauseous. Have yall SEEN how they treat women? Treat us? I talked to my therapist about these anxieties even, and how the whole world made me feel cornered into making a decision right now that I'd rather kick down the road another five years.
No one said "hey maybe it'd be worth it to risk waiting on this." Of course there is the looming threat of fascism and loss of access. Of course no one wants to challenge my freedom to make that decision for myself. But I was desperate for someone to encourage me to lean into my anxiety.
And you know what, I'm a grown adult. I could have said "I need someone to affirm that I'm not crazy for not wanting to do this yet." But I felt like I already knew what the answer would be: "you're not crazy, but our options really are getting tighter."
I'm not mad at my friends for this. I'm not mad at them for telling me "you'll feel so much better when you're on the other side of this" over and over. Well. Maybe I am, but they don't deserve it, so I'm putting it away until it goes away. But I also feel like I can hardly talk to them about it. Because my regret isn't just "I wish I could still have kids," it's "with every option toward parenthood closing in my face, my life is beginning to feel meaningless, and worse than that? I DON'T feel better. I miss my balls. I didn't think it'd be possible but I want to feel them hanging there. I want to get frustrated shoving them away to tuck. I want the option of testosterone, I want to feel them during sex, and oh gods my surgeon did a fucked job stitching up my scrotum. So much skin got sealed inside, my spermatic cords formed fistulas that scared onto the inside of the scrotum and still tug and ache from time to time. I used to take casual hookups semi-regularly, now I'm terrified to even show my genitals to anyone new. I feel like a freak and I miss the sensations I've given up.
But I'm only posting here because I feel like I can't talk to my friends about this? I've NEVER heard another trans girl talk about missing those sensations. I ONLY ever hear about how much relief there is. I don't have any doubt in my gender. I really tried to stop HRT for sperm storage reasons last year, and immediately had a resurgence of suicidality when T went back up. When facial and body hair came back. I'm absolutely a trans woman of some sort. I'm just afraid I've misestimated what sort, and permanently damaged my relationship to my own sex.

Broken mirror boy: a "sapphic" MTF tires of the lesbian lifestyle after seven years of bad luck, claiming that every time he's in a "sapphic" space he endures violence from lesbians. Methinks if you've been to so many lesbian spaces and they keep beating the fucking shit out of you (obviously press X to doubt), it would stand to reason it's because you are consistently alarming them to the point of retaliation. Of course, this is all a persecution fantasy so none of that self-reflection will ever take place, but still - if this has any kernel of truth to it, I raise a glass to these brassy lassies.
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I don't want to be gay anymore​

Last night I tried to attend a "Sapphic mixer" event in the nearest city as I had been reassured it was a safe place for trans women.
It wasn't. Some pretty vocal transphobes who had attacked me, other folks, and trans women in general to the point of being driven from two different trans spaces were regulars.
I tried to address my safety concerns with the organisers as I feared things would turn violent and was told "If you don't feel safe, don't come."
And this is rinse, repeat of how my experiences in like, every single Sapphic space have been. Always excluded for being a trans woman. It's not that I show up to a space or join an online community and everyone has hated me (although that has in fact, happened more than once) but rather there will be a few transphobes or even just one who's very vocal and aggressive and their behaviour is tolerated.
I will stick up for myself or let an organiser or moderator know and yet I'm seen as the problem for not being able to put up with what is only seen as a "difference of opinion" when these people don't want me to exist and see me as a "dirty man" amongst other things.
My sexuality is less valid because in truth I'm still seen as straight by these people because they still see me as male, or only "gay by proxy" so the transphobes are more important and always will be.
These places will say things like "Protect the Dolls" but then kick out a trans woman because she put her foot down when a transphobe was attacking her, or they'll side with her abuser because the abuser was cis and well, she isn't.
I have been out for seven years. In that time, all I have experienced is violence and exclusion from the Sapphic community bar one small Discord server that has sadly fizzled out over the years to the point of being inacitive.
I have tried to earn their acceptance for seven years, but the thing is, I shouldn't have to "earn" anything. Respect is earned, but acceptance is given. When I've been in more positive trans spaces, all it really takes for someone to be accepted is to like, turn up, and we'll embrace them with open arms.
I will never be accepted by the Sapphic community. In order to be "accepted" I'd have to essentially be okay with abuse and violence from the transphobes they support over trans women like myself like 10/10 times.
I've faced more transphobia consistently from the Sapphic community than I have anywhere else. Granted, this is because I give certain groups of people a wide birth. But even people you'd expect to be transphobic have surprised me sometimes and been kind to me.
It's because I've been trying to join over and over again only to meet exclusion and hatred and violence. It's all I've ever known.
I do not resent being gay because I see me liking women as unnatural or "wrong" but rather, it's just so damn lonely. Between the total lack of acceptance across the board, the repeated violence and everything else inbetween it's just too damn much.
When I think about being gay, all I've known is sadness. But not from outside homophobia, but from the community itself.
I've literally campaigned against conversion therapy in the past, I am also a victim of attempted conversion therapy, and yet here I am, wishing that I was something else. That I could stop being gay because Sapphic joy is unreachable for me.
Trans joy comes from many different places. It's an act of radical self-care and rebellion in a world that doesn't want you to exist. Whenever I see the colours of the trans flag, I feel joy or kinda just feel "Hell yeah, fuck them phobes."
When I see the colours of the lesbian flag I'm only able to see the exclusion, the violence I've faced and the loneliness. When I've tried to ask others about "Sapphic joy" it's boiled down to things like yearning, finding love and being a part of a welcoming Sapphic community, none of which are things I've ever experienced.
I think it's important to note that when I'm talking about rejection I'm not just talking about dating itself but actually being welcomed in general, not treated with suspicion/disgust and not being expected to have to put up with transphobic behaviour as a "difference of opinion"
With the dating side of things, Oof:
I understand that people are allowed their preferences. I have preferences of my own. But I wish they weren't so damn nasty about it. Is is too much to ask that people let you down gently rather than responding with total disgust and hate?
"Sorry, I only date real women." is something I've heard so many times, or some kinda variation of it.
I don't belong in the Sapphic community. After seven years I'm too tired to keep fighting for acceptance and to be seen and to be welcomed.
And it's not just trans women who get excluded. I've seen bi and pan people treated like shit in these spaces also. I feel like if I was bi or pan I'd maybe be able to link in with those communities and find the acceptance I've been trying for find for seven years.
I don't join those spaces because I feel as though, well it'd be wrong of me to do so. They have a hard enough of a go as is within wider queer spaces without me showing up and claiming to be something I'm not.
But goddamnit I just wanted to be accepted.
Why do they hate me so much? I'm harmless.

 

[Sean Andalou]

... it cannot be practical but bland like cargo shorts or wife beaters.

Worst possible pooner outfit for "feeling like a man".

What could be (hetero) sexier than a petite woman in hot pants and a guinea undershirt (call it cargo shorts and wife beaters if you like)? The conventional "male" character of those garments sets off the femaleness, especially the undershirt shows even smaller than average tits to best advantage.

 

[800 Chupacabras]

Things that make men feel like men: Overpowering another man physically, especially one that looks taller and stronger than you. Achieving a highly competitive goal such as a promotion or a competition. Improving yourself by surpassing your limits physical or logically. Being able to provide for the ones you care for.

I would add comprehending a philosophical or spiritual truth to this list. There is something undeniably manly about grappling with the truths of life and existence, especially while taking on the other challenges you outline here. Pooners are so trapped within their spiritual and existential malady that they could never approach these issues with a truly masculine mindset.

 

[Sean Andalou]

Cis people obsessed with androgyny?


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Whenever I get complimented on my "passing" by a cis person (let's be real, cis women. jesus) they seem to think it's the highest praise to tell me that I look androgynous -- and I'm sure this isn't just a weird thing my peers do because my mother, who is fully aware of my transition goals, seems to think I'm thrilled to know I look androgynous.

I'd prefer to live and look as a regular man, not be confusing, thank you

 

[Slideshow Bill]

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A bunch of pooner's telling how certain activities makes them feel manly like holding an energy drink, or wearing a zip-uo hoodie.

I feel so manly and masculine

lolwut?
Having my hoodies zipped up half way annoys me to the point of near chimp out. Women are forbidden from drinking Red Bull and Monster, got it. Rockstar Recovery is on thin ice.

 

[Lurkey Turkey]

Men do not think about hoodies.

 

[Neko GF]

Cis people obsessed with androgyny?

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She should probably just settle with being viewed as androgenesis. Considering that the most likely outcome is that she'll either look an effeminate goblin or an overweight manlet.

 

[Jhonson the Two]

"Oh goddammit, here comes that annoying faggot again"

 

[babyteethJinx]

it's like Icarus flying too close to the sun--he claims he "had it all" before OP, but he just had to have that vagina!! just wait til dude develops osteoporosis/bone density issues from all the hormones.
boys, what do you do when you reach the point of no return here?

 

[Stan]

Here's a tranny that realizes there is no rapture at the end of the process:

Let's be honest bro was never going to have vaginal sex, because the rot pouch isn't a vagina.
But yes, he should have stayed non op and done anal.

But the husband-tranny? I don't think they get groomed by the internet as much. In this thread I've seen the narcissism theory floated. They hate how their wife's attention drifts away from him to the babies.

It's a variation on all the other horrible husband shenanigans that happen when the kids are young or they get weary of parenting. Variations include:
1. He Had an Affair While I was Pregnant!
2. He's Spending Money We Don't Have on Crazy Shit He Was Never Into Before!
3. Why Does He Want to do All This Weird Sex Stuff When Our Babies are Still in Diapers?
4. My Husband Has Sidelined Me in Our Own Marriage for Another Woman Who Lives In Our House (feat. My Husband's Name is Nick Rekeita)

As you can see, tranny-husband checks most of these boxes, because troonery hits most of these same beats.

 

[There She Glows]

It all started with a post announcing his new boyfriend (by the way, ew wtf). A reddit user came out with their experience of dating Austin (the BF).
TLDR, she met him back in '21 and hooked up a few times--during which he kept saying he was going to "kill her" and unconsentually showed her images/videos of him having sex with other partners. Gross sex pest behavior perfect for what little Ethel Cain is looking for.

Always archive.

Spoiler: Added since op

Macon (Ethel Cain/Hayden Anhedonia) is a personal cow and I've been thinking about making a thread for a while but not sure there's enough material.

The background on the creepy boyfriend is that he supposedly approached Macon at a truck stop

Spoiler

 

[Waffle Iron]

wife beaters

I bet these fake ass men would deliberately dribble mustard on their wifebeater. A real man naturally has mustard stain his wifebeater.

it's like Icarus flying too close to the sun

The tranny pipeline and trannydom as a whole have an icarian arc to them. Trannies fly closer and closer to the sun, putting on more and more attributes of women. But then they get too close, they cut off their cock, the wax of their wings melt, and they plummet down into the orgasmless sea.
Trannydom too flew too close to the sun. They wanted more and more, they got more and more, compelled speech, funded HRT, people publicly kissing the tranny cock. But they wanted to crack the sacred citadel of the female bathroom. With every punch of Imane Khelif more feathers came undone. Until finally they fell down and their rights were stripped away.

It's a variation on all the other horrible husband shenanigans

I'm not well-versed in soon-after-becoming-a-father homewrecking action in men. I didn't know it was common enough to be a sub-genre in divorces.

he should have [..] done anal.

Of course you would say that. Although, as I said before, anal is probably safer than the frankenpussy