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[re: the Macbook covered in tranny stickers] I think this is the first time I've ever legitimately felt bad for an Apple product. I enjoy Mac abuse as much as any self-respecting IT industry veteran does, but god damn even those things don't deserve this kind of humiliation.
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This frames everything that isn't "being literally willing to die for trans people" as not good enough. Very mentally normal to expect strangers to die for you.
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This post instantly made me turn into a Facebook boomer, have a heart attack and die
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The beauty & horror, of that one is that it didn’t need a thing, changed; swiped it off some “mentally normal” TRA.
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Honestly I love things like this because it's such an effective warning sign. A "red flag" if you will (sorry). It indicates support of an oppressive, violent, bloody, dangerous and ineffectual political ideology, but also indicates the person supporting it is also a hormonally imbalanced genetic dead end who -- despite being capable of ape-like rage and strength (and in fact is easily triggered into that state) -- is so mentally and emotionally crippled that he isn't even remotely capable of any self-control or competence under pressure.
In other words, it indicates a fucking idiot incapable of anything more than simple brute violence, easily crippled by simply shouting "you will never be a woman" and "there are two sexes" from a safe distance.
Huh. I guess I'm a radical leftist after all! Oh trannies, is there nothing you can't teach us about ourselves?
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Great, now I've got an erection in public.
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And it's used to get more brownie points than bisexuals because they're oppressive.
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A while ago, there was a parody account on Twitter called Jackie Tran. The author created a whole tranny life story, which was eerily close to what real troons post online with the difference that Jackie Tran was actually intentionally hilarious. Naturally, the account eventually got cancelled.
"She" posted stories about thinking M&Ms were estrogen, ruining her marriage, wearing cantaloupes as tits for a PTA meeting, living over a fish and chips shop, becoming a diversity officer for the Green (?) party (might have been the Liberal Party, not sure), skipping work, etc.
Unfortunately, I can only find an archive of her last thread before getting cancelled. If anybody has an archive of the rest somewhere, I would be extremely grateful. It was genuinely one of the most entertaining and laugh-out-loud funny things I have read on the Internet in quite a while. Anyway, here is the link to Jackie Tran's final thread.
archive.md
Or just click on the spoiler
Edit: Quick correction: Of course Jackie Tran wasn't in the Green Party but a brave and stunning Labour Woman's Officer.
"She" posted stories about thinking M&Ms were estrogen, ruining her marriage, wearing cantaloupes as tits for a PTA meeting, living over a fish and chips shop, becoming a diversity officer for the Green (?) party (might have been the Liberal Party, not sure), skipping work, etc.
Unfortunately, I can only find an archive of her last thread before getting cancelled. If anybody has an archive of the rest somewhere, I would be extremely grateful. It was genuinely one of the most entertaining and laugh-out-loud funny things I have read on the Internet in quite a while. Anyway, here is the link to Jackie Tran's final thread.
A thread written by @JackieMacmilla5: "Brenda, my fellow trans lesbia…
archived 4 Dec 2019 00:32:35 UTC
Or just click on the spoiler
Brenda, my fellow trans lesbian mate, suggests we hit up a nightclub down town tonight. They’ve got a Queer Night on, but I dunno. What if it’s full of gay blokes? And no, before you start, I’m obviously not being homophobic, because I’m a lesbian myself.
On the other hand, actual lesbians, full of drink and in a dimly lit bar? Think of the fucking opportunities. And no, that isn’t rapey, before the fucking TERFs start. I’m talking about romance, OK? Although there’s nothing wrong with being sex positive.
I’ve decided to go to Queer Night at the local club. If a gay bloke comes on to me, I’ll just have to assert my boundaries in a firm but ladylike way. Anyway, Brenda’s 6’2”, she’ll see them off.
I found something out last night (Queer Night at local club), which is that young cis lesbians literally want all trans people dead. And no, this isn’t hyperbole. If I heard “fuck off and die” once, I heard it twenty times.
I got all fucking dressed up (went with lacy, racy white dress in the end - it flatters my arse enhancers) and for what? To be told I’m an autogynephiliac pervert by a butch lesbian who looked like she could’ve knocked me out with a single punch. I’m still in shock, honestly.
Want to know where I am now? Waiting room of the nick, because I’ve got to bail out Brenda. I don’t know exactly what happened, because I was in a corner of the bar being told to fuck off and die, but suddenly there were coppers and Brenda was being dragged out of the ladies.
Obviously there’s been some massive mistake, but I got my wig snatched off by a sniggering gay bloke as I ran after Brenda to help her, so here I am, no sleep, bald, cold, wearing a beer-stained white mini dress, and a sitting duck for rampant transphobia from the general public.
Queer Night was the worst experience of my life, quite honestly, and I once accidentally rubbed Deep Heat into my piles, thinking it was Preparation H.
Well, that’s Brenda bailed. Heading home to sleep. Disgusting treatment by police, who constantly misgendered me.
Woken up by doorbell. Fucking local reporter wants to know what happened last night. I told him, at length. Transphobes need public shaming. He wanted to take a picture but that gay bloke at the club’s still got my wig, so I declined.
Great news. Got my wig back! (Snatched from head in transphobic hate attack.) It was being chewed by a Labrador in the local park, but a neighbour recognised it & brought it home. A couple of rollers are cracked but otherwise it’s fine. #TransIsBeautiful
Really dreading going into work tomorrow. 1) Office full of transphobes. 2) Have been off sick due to period and will have loads to catch up on. 3) Local paper going to run interview with me about Brenda being mistakenly arrested for voyeurism in the Ladies -
- office TERFs bound to have plenty to say
. 4) Still haven't thought of any good ways to lure cis women back to @UKLabour. 5) Wig still smells a bit after dog chewed it. 6) Little bastards who always taunt me on the bus bound to notice wig's been chewed.
School kids on the bus were little shits this morning as usual. Going to write to the bloody school and complain. They’ve started calling me Buffalo Bill and it isn’t fucking funny. ‘Where’s your dog Precious?’ ‘Have you nearly finished your skin suit, Bill?’ Bastards.
My interview with the local paper’s out, but I’m not happy about that, either. They make Brenda and me sound really dodgy. How was I to know it was breaching the terms of her parole for Brenda to go into the Ladies with a camera on a retractable stick?
Shit. Crispin wants to see me in his office. He’s got that look in his eye, the one my transphobic ex-boss had after she caught me watching lesbian porn on my iPhone during an interdepartmental meeting.
Sobbing my eyes out in Subway. Snot and mascara all over my Meatball Marinara. Had to get out of the office. Considering handing in my notice given how I’ve just been fucking treated. Never, never thought I’d be talked to like that by Crispin and Aaron.
‘Jackie, firstly we need to discuss your attendance. You’ve had more sick days off in the last month than all the rest of the staff out together,’ says Crispin. I told them I have really heavy periods and for the sake of the cis women in the office, it’s best I don’t attend
or they’ll sync with me and possibly haemorrhage to death.’ Now, I might be defaming Aaron here, but I thought I saw a smirk before he hid it behind his triple shot soya macchiato. ‘Plus, I’ve got endometriosis,’ I said. Crispin said, ‘is that the thing where the lining
of your womb grows places it shouldn’t? But how -?’ ‘I’m on fucking hormones, aren’t I?’ I said. There was a long silence then and through the glass partition was saw TERFy Alison and her mates looking in at us. I asked Crispin to close the blinds because I felt unsafe
and he did, but neither of them apologised or asked if I was OK or offered me a Danish pastry or anything. Then Aaron said, ‘there’s some bad feeling about the tone of your suggestions for re-engaging women voters, especially among the cis women in the office.’
Well, as you can imagine, I fucking blew up. ‘What about MY fucking feelings?’ I yelled. ‘Why are you centering THEM? Centre the trans person, always centre the trans person!’ Well, Crispin looked a bit ashamed, as he fucking well should have done, but Aaron wiped
a bit of macchiato froth our of his beard and said, ‘Jackie, we need cis women’s votes.’ We’ll, it was like a punch to the ovaries, honestly. If @UKLabour’s going to prioritise votes over my feelings, they’re a shower of cunts and they don’t fucking deserve me or any other trans
person. And THEN, I shit you not, Aaron pulls out the local paper and shoves it under my nose. I must admit, they didn’t catch Brenda at her best. She’s got a black eye and one of her falsies got dislodged during the struggle. Looks like a hump. ‘Jackie, you mention in your
interview that you’re a @UKLabour Woman’s Officer and you’re on the front page of the local paper, defending a convicted sex offender. We’ve just had the Mail on the phone -‘ Well, as you can imagine, I let them have it with both barrels. How fucking dare they side with
the right wing press against me and Brenda? That local rag as good as said Brenda’s taking advantage of self ID to get access to women’s bogs. Complete bullshit. Brenda took her camera with her to take selfies of us in the club. ‘Trans women are women,’ I bellowed at Crispin and
Aaron. ‘No exceptions. We are who we fucking say we are. I’m Jackie and I have heavy periods! He’s Brendan -‘ Well, of all the fucking bad times to misgender Brenda. I could hear the bastard TERFs laughing outside. That was when I burst into tears and stormed out.
So now I’m sitting in the Subway round the corner, crying. I don’t want to go back to the office, but I can’t say my period’s started again. The last one lasted five and a half weeks and only just ended. Pretty sure it takes a good 48 hours to hatch another egg? #sendhelp
Honestly, I might go and see whether @Conservatives have got any openings. That Christine Burns shows they don’t mind trans women and, biggest plus of all, you don’t get a lot of radical fucking feminists in the Tories
Or I could try @Mermaids_Gender again?
Yeah, see? The @Conservatives have changed! This guy’s got long hair and wants all toilets to become gender neutral!
OK, so he was fitted up, just like Brenda. My point stands. @UKLabour isn’t the only trans/non-binary game in town!
Back in office. Nobody’s meeting my eye, which is handy, because I’m researching other political parties to see how trans-friendly they are
Tell you what, @theSNP look great. That @NicolaSturgeon’s a proper #trans ally
Then you’ve got the @LibDems. Love this. Brenda could join with me
Or @TheGreenParty! Seriously, this is cheering me up no end! As a proud trans woman, I’ve clearly got tons of options! The problem with @UKLabour is, yeah, you’ve got a load of trans allies, but it’s still where a ton of TERFs hang out.
Home to my single room over the chippy. I know I put up a good front earlier, but feel really depressed again now. Misgendered twice in Tescos and just had my transphobic ex on the phone, giving me grief about the story in the paper and me ‘being friends with a fucking pervert.’
I told her Brenda’s not a pervert and hung up on her, emailed my CV to Tories, Lib Dems, Greens & SNP, then washed down a handful of knock-off hormones with some Special Brew. I think life would be easier/I’d have more chance of a shag if I passed a bit better
Jesus, I’m even losing followers here. How could anyone think I’m a fucking TERF?
So drunk Riggs now
*rightc now
*rught bid
Fuck it
Completely shitfaced last night. Started drinking on bus home. Dinner was a six-pack of Special Brew and some cheese. Have looked back over job applications I emailed out while pissed. Might come across as a bit over-confident/mentally unstable.
”I will be the best fucking woman you ever hire. I am brave and stunning. Unlike cis bitches I earned my womanhood through many struggles.” Then I did 500 words about what a cow my ex-wife is and a bit about Brenda being wrongfully arrested for voyeurism.
That was in response to ‘tell us why you want to work for the Liberal Democrats.’ I’ll be quite surprised if I get an interview, to be honest. Obviously haven’t gone into work today as mental health v poor due to yesterday’s transphobia and also feel like I might puke any second.
Sitting in doctor’s surgery waiting room. Need sick note. Have also brought along hormones I buy online to show doc. They’re costing me a fortune and I should be getting them free on NHS. This is essential gender-affirming care. It would be a tragedy if I went down cup sizes now.
Well I told the doc all about how transition’s a lot harder than I thought it was going to be and the transphobia at work and how I can hardly drag myself out of bed in the morning (didn’t mention that’s because I’m wanking to my own tits) and asked for sick note.
She gave me a letter, but grudgingly. Then I showed her my hormones and asked if she can prescribe them for free. ‘Where did you get these?’ she asked, holding them up to the light. I said I buy them off a bloke on Reddit.
‘And it didn’t strike you as odd they’re all different sizes and colours?’ she asked. I said I thought they all did different things, like, the pink ones for tits, the blue ones for periods and the yellow to make you good at makeup?
Well, you won’t believe this, but she sorted through them on her desk and turns out I’ve been taking a mixture of laxatives, worming tablets and anal suppositories. I said ‘what about this red one?’ and she said ‘that’s a Skittle.’
I said ‘why are my tits so big, then?’ and she told me to lay off the Special Brew and refused to give me hormones for free. So much for fucking patient-centred care. And worst of all, my tits don’t even turn me on now I know they weren’t built with oestrogen
On the other hand, actual lesbians, full of drink and in a dimly lit bar? Think of the fucking opportunities. And no, that isn’t rapey, before the fucking TERFs start. I’m talking about romance, OK? Although there’s nothing wrong with being sex positive.
I’ve decided to go to Queer Night at the local club. If a gay bloke comes on to me, I’ll just have to assert my boundaries in a firm but ladylike way. Anyway, Brenda’s 6’2”, she’ll see them off.
I found something out last night (Queer Night at local club), which is that young cis lesbians literally want all trans people dead. And no, this isn’t hyperbole. If I heard “fuck off and die” once, I heard it twenty times.
I got all fucking dressed up (went with lacy, racy white dress in the end - it flatters my arse enhancers) and for what? To be told I’m an autogynephiliac pervert by a butch lesbian who looked like she could’ve knocked me out with a single punch. I’m still in shock, honestly.
Want to know where I am now? Waiting room of the nick, because I’ve got to bail out Brenda. I don’t know exactly what happened, because I was in a corner of the bar being told to fuck off and die, but suddenly there were coppers and Brenda was being dragged out of the ladies.
Obviously there’s been some massive mistake, but I got my wig snatched off by a sniggering gay bloke as I ran after Brenda to help her, so here I am, no sleep, bald, cold, wearing a beer-stained white mini dress, and a sitting duck for rampant transphobia from the general public.
Queer Night was the worst experience of my life, quite honestly, and I once accidentally rubbed Deep Heat into my piles, thinking it was Preparation H.
Well, that’s Brenda bailed. Heading home to sleep. Disgusting treatment by police, who constantly misgendered me.
Woken up by doorbell. Fucking local reporter wants to know what happened last night. I told him, at length. Transphobes need public shaming. He wanted to take a picture but that gay bloke at the club’s still got my wig, so I declined.
Great news. Got my wig back! (Snatched from head in transphobic hate attack.) It was being chewed by a Labrador in the local park, but a neighbour recognised it & brought it home. A couple of rollers are cracked but otherwise it’s fine. #TransIsBeautiful
Really dreading going into work tomorrow. 1) Office full of transphobes. 2) Have been off sick due to period and will have loads to catch up on. 3) Local paper going to run interview with me about Brenda being mistakenly arrested for voyeurism in the Ladies -
- office TERFs bound to have plenty to say
. 4) Still haven't thought of any good ways to lure cis women back to @UKLabour. 5) Wig still smells a bit after dog chewed it. 6) Little bastards who always taunt me on the bus bound to notice wig's been chewed.School kids on the bus were little shits this morning as usual. Going to write to the bloody school and complain. They’ve started calling me Buffalo Bill and it isn’t fucking funny. ‘Where’s your dog Precious?’ ‘Have you nearly finished your skin suit, Bill?’ Bastards.
My interview with the local paper’s out, but I’m not happy about that, either. They make Brenda and me sound really dodgy. How was I to know it was breaching the terms of her parole for Brenda to go into the Ladies with a camera on a retractable stick?
Shit. Crispin wants to see me in his office. He’s got that look in his eye, the one my transphobic ex-boss had after she caught me watching lesbian porn on my iPhone during an interdepartmental meeting.
Sobbing my eyes out in Subway. Snot and mascara all over my Meatball Marinara. Had to get out of the office. Considering handing in my notice given how I’ve just been fucking treated. Never, never thought I’d be talked to like that by Crispin and Aaron.
‘Jackie, firstly we need to discuss your attendance. You’ve had more sick days off in the last month than all the rest of the staff out together,’ says Crispin. I told them I have really heavy periods and for the sake of the cis women in the office, it’s best I don’t attend
or they’ll sync with me and possibly haemorrhage to death.’ Now, I might be defaming Aaron here, but I thought I saw a smirk before he hid it behind his triple shot soya macchiato. ‘Plus, I’ve got endometriosis,’ I said. Crispin said, ‘is that the thing where the lining
of your womb grows places it shouldn’t? But how -?’ ‘I’m on fucking hormones, aren’t I?’ I said. There was a long silence then and through the glass partition was saw TERFy Alison and her mates looking in at us. I asked Crispin to close the blinds because I felt unsafe
and he did, but neither of them apologised or asked if I was OK or offered me a Danish pastry or anything. Then Aaron said, ‘there’s some bad feeling about the tone of your suggestions for re-engaging women voters, especially among the cis women in the office.’
Well, as you can imagine, I fucking blew up. ‘What about MY fucking feelings?’ I yelled. ‘Why are you centering THEM? Centre the trans person, always centre the trans person!’ Well, Crispin looked a bit ashamed, as he fucking well should have done, but Aaron wiped
a bit of macchiato froth our of his beard and said, ‘Jackie, we need cis women’s votes.’ We’ll, it was like a punch to the ovaries, honestly. If @UKLabour’s going to prioritise votes over my feelings, they’re a shower of cunts and they don’t fucking deserve me or any other trans
person. And THEN, I shit you not, Aaron pulls out the local paper and shoves it under my nose. I must admit, they didn’t catch Brenda at her best. She’s got a black eye and one of her falsies got dislodged during the struggle. Looks like a hump. ‘Jackie, you mention in your
interview that you’re a @UKLabour Woman’s Officer and you’re on the front page of the local paper, defending a convicted sex offender. We’ve just had the Mail on the phone -‘ Well, as you can imagine, I let them have it with both barrels. How fucking dare they side with
the right wing press against me and Brenda? That local rag as good as said Brenda’s taking advantage of self ID to get access to women’s bogs. Complete bullshit. Brenda took her camera with her to take selfies of us in the club. ‘Trans women are women,’ I bellowed at Crispin and
Aaron. ‘No exceptions. We are who we fucking say we are. I’m Jackie and I have heavy periods! He’s Brendan -‘ Well, of all the fucking bad times to misgender Brenda. I could hear the bastard TERFs laughing outside. That was when I burst into tears and stormed out.
So now I’m sitting in the Subway round the corner, crying. I don’t want to go back to the office, but I can’t say my period’s started again. The last one lasted five and a half weeks and only just ended. Pretty sure it takes a good 48 hours to hatch another egg? #sendhelp
Honestly, I might go and see whether @Conservatives have got any openings. That Christine Burns shows they don’t mind trans women and, biggest plus of all, you don’t get a lot of radical fucking feminists in the Tories
Or I could try @Mermaids_Gender again?Yeah, see? The @Conservatives have changed! This guy’s got long hair and wants all toilets to become gender neutral!
OK, so he was fitted up, just like Brenda. My point stands. @UKLabour isn’t the only trans/non-binary game in town!
Back in office. Nobody’s meeting my eye, which is handy, because I’m researching other political parties to see how trans-friendly they are
Tell you what, @theSNP look great. That @NicolaSturgeon’s a proper #trans ally Then you’ve got the @LibDems. Love this. Brenda could join with me
Or @TheGreenParty! Seriously, this is cheering me up no end! As a proud trans woman, I’ve clearly got tons of options! The problem with @UKLabour is, yeah, you’ve got a load of trans allies, but it’s still where a ton of TERFs hang out.
Home to my single room over the chippy. I know I put up a good front earlier, but feel really depressed again now. Misgendered twice in Tescos and just had my transphobic ex on the phone, giving me grief about the story in the paper and me ‘being friends with a fucking pervert.’
I told her Brenda’s not a pervert and hung up on her, emailed my CV to Tories, Lib Dems, Greens & SNP, then washed down a handful of knock-off hormones with some Special Brew. I think life would be easier/I’d have more chance of a shag if I passed a bit better
Jesus, I’m even losing followers here. How could anyone think I’m a fucking TERF?
So drunk Riggs now
*rightc now
*rught bid
Fuck it
Completely shitfaced last night. Started drinking on bus home. Dinner was a six-pack of Special Brew and some cheese. Have looked back over job applications I emailed out while pissed. Might come across as a bit over-confident/mentally unstable.
”I will be the best fucking woman you ever hire. I am brave and stunning. Unlike cis bitches I earned my womanhood through many struggles.” Then I did 500 words about what a cow my ex-wife is and a bit about Brenda being wrongfully arrested for voyeurism.
That was in response to ‘tell us why you want to work for the Liberal Democrats.’ I’ll be quite surprised if I get an interview, to be honest. Obviously haven’t gone into work today as mental health v poor due to yesterday’s transphobia and also feel like I might puke any second.
Sitting in doctor’s surgery waiting room. Need sick note. Have also brought along hormones I buy online to show doc. They’re costing me a fortune and I should be getting them free on NHS. This is essential gender-affirming care. It would be a tragedy if I went down cup sizes now.
Well I told the doc all about how transition’s a lot harder than I thought it was going to be and the transphobia at work and how I can hardly drag myself out of bed in the morning (didn’t mention that’s because I’m wanking to my own tits) and asked for sick note.
She gave me a letter, but grudgingly. Then I showed her my hormones and asked if she can prescribe them for free. ‘Where did you get these?’ she asked, holding them up to the light. I said I buy them off a bloke on Reddit.
‘And it didn’t strike you as odd they’re all different sizes and colours?’ she asked. I said I thought they all did different things, like, the pink ones for tits, the blue ones for periods and the yellow to make you good at makeup?
Well, you won’t believe this, but she sorted through them on her desk and turns out I’ve been taking a mixture of laxatives, worming tablets and anal suppositories. I said ‘what about this red one?’ and she said ‘that’s a Skittle.’
I said ‘why are my tits so big, then?’ and she told me to lay off the Special Brew and refused to give me hormones for free. So much for fucking patient-centred care. And worst of all, my tits don’t even turn me on now I know they weren’t built with oestrogen
Edit: Quick correction: Of course Jackie Tran wasn't in the Green Party but a brave and stunning Labour Woman's Officer.
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Jackie Tran (pbuh) apologizes to Yaniv.
Don't have a ton that weren't already shared but here, some of these are just tranny sex pest adjacent. Sorry if dupes
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Another beautiful of example “centering” troons, as discussed just up thread. This parody is better than Titania McGrath who can occasionally elicit a decent laugh.
She makes jokes:
& often enough, these jokes act as predictions:
It’s all rather uncanny, really.
However, Julie Tran was the fucking master.
And isn’t that the truth for most, if not all, of these types on which the greatest of parodies are based?
Simply amazing. Can’t quite find the proper words to describe this:
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How is this transphobic or terfy? There's probably an anti-SJW/anti-feminist meme thread somewhere and if there isn't there's almost certainly enough demand for one, but this thread is for transphobia.
Same goes for all the homophobic stuff that doesn't have anything about trannies.