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"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."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?
Considering they claim words and anything short of ass kissing is violence and they never say beaten up or specify the violence, only violence, me thinks they're just claiming verbal abuse as violence.claiming that every time he's in a "sapphic" space he endures violence from lesbians.
You no assume Gronk gender! Gronk true and honest woman!
Another melodramatic man cries about how despite his mother not immediately rejecting his troonery (though notably reacted poorly to the idea of him being gay), he's still upset because she said "I'll pray for you and whatever you're going through right now." Unless you perform full gooch-gargling gratitude towards a tranny bestowing upon you his Coming Out Moment™, you will never be good enough. Exhausting!The worst day of my life
TW: Internalized transhobia, internalized misogyny, unrequited love, suicide, misgendering
I'm a 20 year old binary MtF.
Today was my friend's birthday, and so last night our friend group decided to get together and watch his favourite movie which is La La Land. I've been putting off watching this movie for a while because romantic stuff generally makes me yearn for something I never have, be it that natural kind of dynamic that hurts so bad because it feels as if no man will ever look at me as a real girl (I get brutally jealous and depressed) or be it because I feel unrequited love on such deep level most of the time.
Last night a bunch of small dysphoric things piled on top of each other. The conversation had shifted to be ablut like what we call penises and stuff like that and I said something about people who aren't men who have penises. A friend (very supportive, ally/queer themselves) said "who but men has penises?" He did correct himself a bit later. He didn't mean anything bad. I'm pre-op, taking hrt. It shouldn't have hurt me. It felt like I got stabbed in the heart.
I began experiencing the worst dyphsoria of my life, as I attempted to participate in conversations my friends did about girl shit. My childhood was so different, my view on attraction so different. I was a man. It hurt me to my core. It was bunch of little things. It's hard to remember it all. All of me was wishing, begging to be like my female friends. There was this gulf. At one point thinking about all of this I was struggling to breathe. I ended up crying for hours and hours. The pain and sorrow was genuinely unbearable, like if I was given a gun I genuinely might have ended it. We were having the party at a friend's place. The prettiest woman I have ever known.
There I was, already on the verge of tears, watching this movie that I just was not prepared for at that moment. (Spoilers) La La Land ends with doomed love (Spoilers end). I saw her, my friend, my crush, my love. I cannot describe my feelings. I cannot tell you how much I love her, how much she means to me. I cannot describe her to you physically, just thinking about how pretty she is is making it hard to breathe. She is straight and absolutely not attracted to me. She doesn't like romantic relationships. I am an extremely romantic person, what I want is utterly unattainable. I respect her boundaries and consent, and I do not want her to be with me because of that. It burns like a fire. The dysphoria burns like a fire. Being next to her, admiring her overpowering beauty... I genuinely felt like I was dying.
I went home after the sleepover. I sat on a bank for a few minutes before going home. Two old ladies sat next to me, called me and asked me if I was going to school. I answered, and the one sitting closest to me said "I thought you were a girl before seeing your face". After everything. After all my yearning, all my crying. I want my love, I want the body that is truly mine. It feels like someone is skinning me alive. I cannot take this anymore.I just cannot take this anymore.
All I see online about trans women even when it's said by trans women is that we suck and don't pass and that we will never be cis. We will never be complete. To even get a chance to be happy we must voice train, put every ounce of money and resources and time we have into makeup, surgeries, new clothes, whatever else. We must change the way we walk, the way we talk, how we express ourselves, how we occupy space, what we like, our interests. All I see is that we are beasts. All I see is that we have no value if we don't at least try to be serviceable. Even then, we can't have children. A lot of can't pass despite everything. A lot of us cannot afford to get ffs or bottom surgery. A lot of us don't want to (for extremely valid reasons, fuck truscum and all the gatekeepers and the anti-enby people out there just let people be people). God knows I want to, but it's so goddamn hard. I can't be fucked like a woman. Is this all I am? When I see people appreciate trans women there's always that fucker who just wants us for the dick. I guess that is all I am now. A cock and balls stapled onto the hollow shell of a woman.
I am so done. I cannot take this anymore. the unrequited love, the dysphoria, my country's crackdown on trans laws, the everything. This is impossible. It's getting hard to breathe. I want to end my life. It sounds so good, to just sleep forever. What do I do. I want someone to cuddle me. Tell me I'm pretty, tell me it'll be okay. No one will. I'm dying.
After being benevolently gifted a new phone, a TiF has a tiff with her mom over the fact that her mother is against her getting top surgery; tensions are made worse when her mother sees the kind of shit her friends talk about her, including one of her friends saying that OP's mom should "kill herself" as she is a "nasty bitch." Mom wants to revoke the phone, but what this li'l dood is really worried about is how this furthers the gulf in their mother-"son" relationship. Always thinking about yourself, never thinking about others... a classic trait of troonery.Came out to my mom. I shouldn’t have.
Yup. Knew this one would hurt but of course I had to go and blow up this relationship anyways.
I’ve (22) been out as a bi male for many years now, but the only person I’ve never told is my mother. She found me watching adult gay stuff as a little kid and proceeded to scream at me saying I’m going to go to hell and this is absolutely disgusting no man should do this with another man, blah blah blah, stereotypical homophobic Deep South “liberal” mother. This moment isn’t the only one where she screamed at me on what I’m doing wrong and how it’ll ruin my life and afterlife.
So fast forward to today. As of the past several months I’ve realized I may be trans, there’s a strong chance I’ve just been used to suppressing this because of the fear my mom put into me. I’ve hidden the fact that I’ve always wished I could be one of those pretty genderfluid people or beautiful trans women, and it hurts me so much now that I hid it for so long and didn’t treat it with kindness.
About an hour ago I facetimed my mom to ask a couple questions and possibly come out to her. I asked if there were any female names picked out for me in case I was born a girl, and she told me Macy! It was my great great grandmothers name, and I loved it! I was so happy that I liked it, I thought it’d fit really nicely into the rest of my name. She then said they were convinced I was going to be a girl and were shocked to find out I was born a boy. That made me smile even more, and then it gave me enough courage and confidence to tell her that I may want to transition. That was a stupid idea.
To sum it up short, she remembers none of my trauma and actually laughed after she said she doesn’t remember that happening. She said she doesn’t want me to have a hard life, and that it scares her to think about me having to deal with hardships like that in a world that doesn’t accept people who are different. She tried to emphasize that she’ll always love me and want what’s best for me, but it was hard to take that in when my heart felt like it was ripped out of my chest. The cherry on top was she continually kept telling me “I’ll pray for you and whatever you’re going through right now”As if it’s something bad? This is supposed to be something very happy like a flower finally blooming. But she took it as a problem that needs help. Everyone in my life who I’ve come out to so far has been supportive. Even my best friend who is a conservative immediately accepted me with a smile.
Wake me up when summer ends![]()
Finally, a short and sweet one from r/mypartneristrans: a woman's relative doesn't hesitate to let her and her crossdressing husband know that he's the funniest clown in the circus we call life.Aita? My mom is so so disappointed in me
I was struggling to find a way to phrase exactly what happened between me and my mom, I think that I'm either feeling immense guilt for talking about what made me upset under my moms roof as an adult or a strong urge to try to minimize what my mom actually says to me because I love her and its hard to hear her say what she does. Either way, I want to discuss the conversational events of my last visit to my mom's house as her adult child, hopefully to get some sort of catharsis or idea of if I'm a bad person.
Context: I am in my early 20's, I have come out to my mom multiple times before and after starting hrt - I have been on hrt for 4 years and look very much like a man besides my chest.
The last visit to my mother's house to see everyone they gifted me a new phone for my bday because mine was broken, we had some drinks and I felt comfortable enough to tell them that I was a good canidate for a bilateral mastectomy because besides work and bills thats something I have recently had a consult for.
Later when me and my mom were talking - she kept asking me things about my relationship, my orientation and gender, talking about how I could wait to get this surgery - and then it developed into her admitting she believes I am mutilating my body, that I'm living a false life, that she thinks that I am selfish and that I dont prioritize my family, my other health needs, getting a better job, etc. She has this "I dont care that you're a boy" motto seemingly until I start to further my transition, she mocks me for not having changed my name legally yet, I genuinely dont know how to converse with her about these topics or how to make her understand that this is critical to who I am and not just a thing I'm doing - now this is where I feel awful, but I'm not sure how awful I should feel.
I ended up talking about what my mom said to me with someone close to me on my phone- just to try and get it out of my head before I let it ruminate too long. My mom, with my broken phone, saw a really really nasty message* pop up in response and snooped in my phone. (* The awful response? "she should k1ll herself - nasty bitch" - I'm not even upset that my mom got mad about that, I got mad about that being said - like can you just say my moms being shitty)
My mom blew up on me for the message I sent and the message I recieved, and if she just got mad at me and yelled at me about that I probably wouldn't have cared - but she brought up that I dont care about my family, how she doesn't want me to mutilate myself, how she's kicking me off the phone plan - etc. I didn't really react much because I felt bad and was actively making bracelets with my little sister. I did apologize though and I told my mom she's right for being mad - but it feels like this probably solidified the wrench in our mother - ""daughter""son relationship I always told her about. Thoughts? Comments? Aita? Aio?
My Family Laughing at My Wife’s Profile Pictures
My wife finally got the confidence to post a new profile picture post-transition. One of my family members had the nerve to do a laughing emoji on the picture! We both obviously blocked them, but that stupid laughing emoji is still there. It’s shocking because I never would have expected that from this family member. It’s hurtful and just makes me feel angry and alone.
She looks like a hairy, chubby woman. The pube beard isn't helping. Her hair's dyed purple too, which took me a moment to notice behind all that grease. No pooner ever looks good, but the way she looks and carries herself in this picture is incredibly repulsive.Can't she just say she has moobs since she decided to look like your average neckbeard?
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Methel Cain absolutely deserves his own thread. I cannot stand this ugly inbred white trash drug addict who very clearly fetishizes women’s sexual trauma, but for whatever reason he manages to have an absolute chokehold on terminally online young women.
boys, what do you do when you reach the point of no return here?
Cause they see what a piece of work you are psychologically and have no desire to wade into that quagmire to try and fix you when you bring nothing to the tableBecause they're afraid of you raping them![]()
Fucking GOLD btw.A crossdresser with the privilege of posting to Reddit when other countries bear the burden of war, famine and rampant disease cries about the worst day of his life, which involves little more than seething about how he's an undesirable hon who will never find a true and honest partner. Please have sympathy; compared to what poor little girls like Sylvia Likens and Junko Furuta endured, he will most certainly beat them in suffering on his path to earn sainthood through sorrow.
"what we call penises"? "stabbed in the heart"?The conversation had shifted to be ablut like what we call penises and stuff like that and I said something about people who aren't men who have penises. A friend (very supportive, ally/queer themselves) said "who but men has penises?" He did correct himself a bit later. He didn't mean anything bad. I'm pre-op, taking hrt. It shouldn't have hurt me. It felt like I got stabbed in the heart.
If it was so awful why not just... leave the party. Go home. Smoke a blunt and think about finding friends and activities and a self-identity that aren't actively making you totally miserable. Is that too logical and analytical for women?We were having the party at a friend's place. The prettiest woman I have ever known.
There I was, already on the verge of tears, watching this movie that I just was not prepared for at that moment. (Spoilers) La La Land ends with doomed love (Spoilers end). I saw her, my friend, my crush, my love. I cannot describe my feelings. I cannot tell you how much I love her, how much she means to me. I cannot describe her to you physically, just thinking about how pretty she is is making it hard to breathe. She is straight and absolutely not attracted to me. She doesn't like romantic relationships. I am an extremely romantic person, what I want is utterly unattainable. I respect her boundaries and consent, and I do not want her to be with me because of that. It burns like a fire. The dysphoria burns like a fire. Being next to her, admiring her overpowering beauty... I genuinely felt like I was dying.
Those were no ordinary old ladies; they are terven witches. They use a spell to find hotspots of self-inflicted troon misery and angst within a 100km radius. Once they triangulate a strong signal of troon distress, they dress up like muggles and Apparate over there to sly dunk on no-maj troons. Some people would call it cowtipping.I went home after the sleepover. I sat on a bank for a few minutes before going home. Two old ladies sat next to me, called me and asked me if I was going to school. I answered, and the one sitting closest to me said "I thought you were a girl before seeing your face". After everything. After all my yearning, all my crying. I want my love, I want the body that is truly mine. It feels like someone is skinning me alive. I cannot take this anymore.I just cannot take this anymore.
Correct, and somehow bro chose this life for himself anyway! Porn's a hell of a drug.All I see online about trans women even when it's said by trans women is that we suck and don't pass and that we will never be cis. We will never be complete. To even get a chance to be happy we must voice train, put every ounce of money and resources and time we have into makeup, surgeries, new clothes, whatever else. We must change the way we walk, the way we talk, how we express ourselves, how we occupy space, what we like, our interests. All I see is that we are beasts. All I see is that we have no value if we don't at least try to be serviceable. Even then, we can't have children. A lot of can't pass despite everything. A lot of us cannot afford to get ffs or bottom surgery.
Edit: lol no. OP is a hollow shell of a man overlayed with a weird artificial femininity which has the combined structural integrity of a sandcastle. One strong slap of water and he evidently dissolves into pieces.I can't be fucked like a woman. Is this all I am? When I see people appreciate trans women there's always that fucker who just wants us for the dick. I guess that is all I am now. A cock and balls stapled onto the hollow shell of a woman.
I’ll give him this, I was very briefly fooled by this obvious shoop, if this wasn’t the tranny Ls thread I might’ve mistaken him for a Latina or woman with PCOS
Why oh why, you silly troon? Because addressing trainwrecks like you means acknowledging that all this shit is a bunch of damn lies, that all your goals are impossible to achieve, and that it'll happen to every last one of you to some degree.
What the fuck is wrong with zoomer men? It’s a serious question. The first MTF in particular here is so weak minded it’s incredible. No one around to tell him to take it on the chin and motivate himself to change his circumstances if he doesn’t like what he’s getting out of life. Just pants-shitting, unabated, helpless wailing about the stupidest shit ever. This guy’s ‘problems’ are fucking nothing. He’s not a woman, he’s a man, and his problems aren’t going away until he uses a man’s approach to tackle him. But no one can convey that to him, so he’s going to sink deeper into his porn addiction until he grows some balls. Utterly mental.A crossdresser with the privilege of posting to Reddit when other countries bear the burden of war, famine and rampant disease cries about the worst day of his life, which involves little more than seething about how he's an undesirable hon who will never find a true and honest partner. Please have sympathy; compared to what poor little girls like Sylvia Likens and Junko Furuta endured, he will most certainly beat them in suffering on his path to earn sainthood through sorrow.
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Or cuts them offuntil he grows some balls
Maybe these men think that actually sucking it up and dealing is too masculine so in order to be the womanliest woman ever, they need to screech and complain and act like this is the worst thing ever.What the fuck is wrong with zoomer men? It’s a serious question. The first MTF in particular here is so weak minded it’s incredible.
TMI but before I got on birth control, it felt like I had the stomach flu once a month. Why would you beg to feel like shit 1-2 weeks a month for several decades? Just be grateful you don’t have to deal with that shit, ya fuckin’ retard.All of me was wishing, begging to be like my female friends.
Aaaaaand there it is. Don’t worry though, I hear that an expectant asshole is close enough to the real thing!I can't be fucked like a woman.
Even my best friend who is a conservative immediately accepted me with a smile.
Geez, look at that massive schnoz.I think "I want a period" should get you sectioned because you're clearly delusional.
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