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I'll eat shit the day a troon styles or grooms or takes care of their hair. It's ALWAYS only growing it out. Jew curls or aryan flat. Nothing else. No waves, no pixie, no nothing. Actually, yeah a pixie would be twice as feminine as long hair cause you'd be confident enough to pull it off (to some degree).

Women wear jeans, sneakers, greasy ponytails and male'esque shirts to work. Troons wear whatever their 17 year old self thought women at that age wore: Skirts, heels and too much makeup.
 
I recently read the first few chapters of Douglas Murray’s Madness of Crowds and I can’t recall the citation or the exact quote, but he mentions that gay men have a different relationship to one another than men do to women because men already know all about what’s “inside” the other man, to paraphrase.
No need to thank me:

In a way, it is like the experience of Tiresias; this is the real reason why gay men are uncanny, why the idea of gay men is disruptive and uncomfortable. All straight men who have engaged in the physical act of love know what it is like to penetrate a partner during intercourse, to be inside the other; all women who have had intercourse know what it is like to be penetrated, to have the other be inside oneself. But the gay man, in the very moment that he is either penetrating his partner or being penetrated by him, knows exactly what his partner is feeling and experiencing even as he himself has his own experience of exactly the opposite, the complementary act. Sex between men dissolves otherness into sameness, in a perfect suspension: there is nothing that either party doesn’t know about the other. If the emotional aim of intercourse is a total knowing of the other, gay sex may be, in its way, perfect, because in it, a total knowledge of the other’s experience is, finally, possible. But since the object of that knowledge is already wholly known to each of the parties, the act is also, in a way, redundant. Perhaps it is for this reason that so many of us keep seeking repetition, as if depth were impossible. [...]

This is a remarkable insight, and also a disturbing one. Because it suggests that there will always be something strange and potentially threatening about gay people -- most especially gay men. Not just because being gay is an unstable component on which to base an individual identity and a hideously unstable way to try to base any form of group identity, but because gays will always present a challenge to something innate in the group that make up the majority in society.

All women have something that heterosexual men want. They are holders, and wielders, of a kind of magic. But here is the thing: gays appear in some way to be in on the secret. That may be liberating for some people. Some women will always enjoy talking with gay men about the problems -- including the sexual problems -- of men. Just as some straight men will always enjoy having this vaguely bilingual friend who might help them learn the other language. But there are other people for whom it will always be unnerving. Because for them gays will always be the people -- especially the men -- who know too much.
 
I'll eat shit the day a troon styles or grooms or takes care of their hair. It's ALWAYS only growing it out. Jew curls or aryan flat. Nothing else. No waves, no pixie, no nothing. Actually, yeah a pixie would be twice as feminine as long hair cause you'd be confident enough to pull it off (to some degree).

Women wear jeans, sneakers, greasy ponytails and male'esque shirts to work. Troons wear whatever their 17 year old self thought women at that age wore: Skirts, heels and too much makeup.
It’s either incredibly dry or greasy looking too. I very rarely see any in-between. There’s no excuse anymore, there are free hair care YouTube videos at your fingertips. A cheap leave-in conditioner does the trick.
 
100% this. Fascinating thing to me is that there were entire generations of women that were into this shit, going back to the 70s when your grandma was writing Kirk/Spock tentacle-dick stories and snail-mailing them around the country, but nobody wanted to be a man until the tumblr generation started scolding fujos for fetishizing gay men.
Not to disprove this, but ahead of the curve, we can look at the case of Poppy Z. Brite as a prototype of the Tumblr MLM pooner. Gay "urban fantasy" author, literally said in some interviews that it was OK because she was a gay man in a woman's body --> whoops. Now she's a chubby, cane-using broke dood (who doesn't write anymore for ?? reasons).

Unrelated to Brite, I again say it's not just the erotica/porn, it's the Internet that ramped this up: when PBEM RP turned into IM RP and was available constantly in your pocket, more young women made a space in their psyche for the male self-insert tulpa that bled into their real life and self-image.
 
Not to disprove this, but ahead of the curve, we can look at the case of Poppy Z. Brite as a prototype of the Tumblr MLM pooner. Gay "urban fantasy" author, literally said in some interviews that it was OK because she was a gay man in a woman's body --> whoops. Now she's a chubby, cane-using broke dood (who doesn't write anymore for ?? reasons).
LMAO did she poon out? Like 20 years ago a friend of a friend contacted me on her behalf about translating her books into Japanese to try and capitalize on the yaoi market. That was my first exposure to her books. They were shit.
 
LMAO did she poon out?
Yeah, she had the Tumblr pooner arc 10-15 years early. It'd really be worth academic study. She doesn't even have a thread here but it's been brought up in a few different places.


watching their minds vapor-lock
Off-topic but it's funny that you used a real world metaphor, while the troon used the gaming term "stunlock."

The hills are alive with the sound of troonsic: a tranny gets his feefees hurty-worty when his aunt tells him that a necessary rite of passage for girls is to watch The Sound of Music. New gender binary dropped, Kiwis - where do you land? If you only ever saw it A) drunk or high off your ass, B) against your will or C) chunks of it but not the whole film in its entirety, please collect your they/them pronoun badge at the door, thank you.
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The specific movie is immaterial and will distract people (even here) into arguing about their VHS memories However, this does provide a data point to refute the standard troon whining point that they didn't have "male socialization" or "a male upbringing" because they were always a girl. Can't get a troon's dad to fill out a checklist about how he raised his failson two decades ago, but specifically the troon's own mouth will tell you he didn't have a Princess Bride phase or a horse girl movie (not MLP) era.
 
How do these people square the circle that is pro-Trump transwomen?
They don't. They are smart enough to minimize infighting by just accepting everything. What makes someone a woman? Skirt/dress/makeup/boobs/vagina? No, just if someone says they're a woman, they are a woman. But a transwoman should also get free bolt-on tits, a free drilled hole, and try on a dress at the woman's section without getting called out. Because that's part of being a woman.
Just don't think about it and agree with everything a tranny says like a good Ally.
Women wear jeans, sneakers, greasy ponytails and male'esque shirts to work.
1) it's a fetish. A plain unisex T-shirt just doesn't quite let you reach that euphoria boner
2) It helps with passing (at a glance). A dress, handbag, makeup, long hair, heels? Was that an unfortunate-looking woman across the street or a dude in a dress? A troon in a plain shirt with plain jeans has nothing to work with. Their body has to do all the "passing" work and it obviously can't.
 
@Magic Pickle is like UberEats for tranny content, but we don't even have to pay for it to be delivered.
And just like UberEats, I'm also absolutely terrible for your blood pressure!

Thread tax.
Doomer-pooner: a dood dwells despondently on the dreadful discussion of dating. Is there any hope to find a man who may plow her soil who isn't a wretched heterosexual male? The very notion makes bile rise!
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When does doomerism just become reality?

I know Ive been labeled as a doomer, but my life experience has pretty much been that I'm rarely wrong about certain things in my life because I know me better than others. Trying to talk about how abysmal and dysphoria inducing dating (or trying to date) has been just results in other trans men talking about how they easily date, get laid, etc. Good for you, but that's not been my reality unless I'm open to chasers, fetishists and straight guys.
Nonetheless, when does doomerism around transition/dating/life prospects just become reality that others are ignoring? Obviously someone who's going through a breakup and struggling about that needs to give themselves time. But those of us who have never been found attractive, never dated, etc. are more likely to be working in reality than someone who's extremely emotional after a breakup.
I've been working to accept the fact that I likely will not find anyone. Since phallo is not possible for me, I don't believe my partners will see me as male once I disclose that I'm trans. I had an fwb for 4 years who slipped up and made it obvious he didn't see me as male and that really solidified my opinion.
Changing one's outlook doesn't change material reality. Maybe I'm too much of a pessimist but developing a logic of "if someone's into me, they must think I'm a man" is delusional because we all know that's not true. There's enough trans education shit floating around where someone can know what to and not to say to a trans person to get what they want out of them.
Anyway, feel free to rip me to shreds.
Rage against the "Ma"chine: a privileged American troon is fuming that his immigrant mother doesn't want him to run off to fucking Uruguay, where she escaped from, to live out his dreams of being a skirt-wearin' t-girl baddie even though he, too, acknowledges that it's allegedly one of the suicide capitals of the world. Does this mean Uruguayan trannies have a suicide rate of 100%?
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I have no future.

I'm so fucking angry. My mom wants me to stay in the US at all costs despite the fact that I NEED to transition or I'm going to put a gun in my mouth and fucking pull. She's trying to dissuade me from leaving to Uruguay in December because of the climate and the crime and so on and so forth. I fucking get it. I'm not an idiot. Uruguay is one of the suicide capitals of the world for the reason, and I'm disabled already so it's not like I'd find work easily. HOWEVER, IF I DON'T TRANSITION, I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF ANY FUCKING WAY
And furthermore, I'm currently trying to complete this bitch ass course for Xcel Insurance so I can become a life insurance vendor or whatever the term is, but fuck me if it isn't the most soulless shit on Earth. But I'm going to need the money, so I have to do this shit. The neighborhood I'd be living in in Uruguay is super dangerous and crime ridden, so I'd like to move out. However, I'm also epileptic so living alone is dangerous especially on E.
And despite how shit life is, I have dreams of becoming a musician so I do want to save enough money for a prospective career and all it requires. But then I also need money for a million other things, and the disability office is probably gonna take me off disability because I'm not seizing every 5 minutes.
My mom wants me to love to NYC if Mamdani wins, but I'd still be in the US where there's a fucking regime. If she's so worried about me being alone because of seizures, she could always go to Uruguay with me since she was born there, but she refuses because she wants her citizenship. She's two years away from even being able to apply, and we're in fucking FLORIDA
I hate life. It's a bunch of bullshit and I don't know in which fucking direction to go. I can't get through this damn life insurance course, I can't deal with my dysphoria, I can't deal with my mother, I can't deal with the politics of the world
I just fucking can't do this anymore. The only reason why I'm not hanging a noose from my ceiling is because I'm too scared to ever do it.
I don't know what to do anymore. I realize this is a heavy ask, but does anyone have any advice?
Dinner party turned pity party: a TiF who got gussied up for a party has the wind taken out of her sails when the hosts reveal that they told other attendees she is transgender; because her ego is more fragile than the dainty crust of a crème brûlée, she refused to attend, thus causing other partygoers - including the host - to resent her for her absence. Personally, I think the host should've turned it into a party game where you took a shot each time you struggled to call her by masculine terms. Sure, nobody would remember it but her, but it would be the party of a lifetime.
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You don’t get to tell people than I’m trans

I’m feeling pretty sad right now.
I was about to finally get out of the house and go to a friend’s dinner party where I would meet new people. Also, it’s been a while since I dared meeting new people and even get out of the house much because of the transphobia that keeps getting worse.
So, I’ve been doing voice exercises for an hour, making sure that my voice would be as low as it could. Been washing binders and clothes that would make me look as masculine as I could. Went to the barber, making sure my hair and now little beard was good. I was ready!
But then, had an “epiphany”, thinking “maybe he told people I was trans…?” So I called our only commun friend that had been with the host for a while, a friend who known me for years (so even years and years before I finally started transitioning) to ask them if they thought or knew if our host told people about me being trans. That friend was very stiff with me, making me feel like shit for daring to ask. They didn’t want to ask the host, our friend, at first, making up excuses and saying it would be embarrassing for them.

Finally, after I told them how easy it was for them to ask the host, our friend that was literally just by their sides, I’ve learn that, of course, they had told everybody that I was a trans man.
So I understood that despite all my efforts, despite me injecting myself every weeks since more than a year and a half, despite my year long waiting lists for operation, despite my voice therapy, despite the money I put into binders and clothes, despite my now little beard! etc. Well those people at that dinner party would all know. Not giving me the chance to just be me, a man. No, I was an already that token “trans man” again and now I could only feared the debates and “opinions” and questions about the most private things in my life.

So I decided to rescind my invitation to that dinner party.
And obviously, now, the host and that other friend think that I’m exaggerating and are quite mad at me.

All the while I’m saddened, disappointed and very tired. For once after months of hardcore transphobia, I dared getting out but in the end, it was only to feel worse without even having to lay a foot there…
Fuck it, fuck all this.
*Edit: They told me they went on a walk before their dinner party to “feel better” because of me, while I’m the one not going to that dinner party, the one stuck knowing a bunch of strangers knows I’m trans, and the one who’s fucking sad.
Wannabe Beach Boy: a FTM waltzing around with her mastectomy scars billowin' free is knocked down a notch when others at the beach can tell instantly her biological sex even without breasts. The subtle misogyny here is very telling - she's less offended by being asked if she's transgender and more offended by being asked if she's female. Interesting!
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Had a weird moment at the beach today — would love your thoughts

I (ftm, 22y) went swimming shirtless for the first time since my top surgery recently.
I was really scared of being stared at or asked about my scars. But once I was in the water, I honestly stopped thinking about it. Nobody looked at me weirdly, and no one said anything. For a moment, I actually felt free and at peace in my body.
Later, when I got out of the water and was walking around a bit looking for my stuff, I passed a group of young adults twice (they looked like they were well over 20). The second time I walked past them, I heard one of them say, “Are you a girl?” and another immediately say something like, “Stop, don’t.” They were lying down facing in my direction, looking at me.
I don’t know for sure if they were talking about me. But I was the only person nearby, and I do have visible scars that could be associated with being trans.
I didn’t look at them or react — I just kept walking.
Still, it hit me hard.I honestly thought my passing was decent at this point — I’ve built some muscle, I’m on hormones, my body shape is pretty masculine overall. I do look very young though (maybe like 16/17/18 for some people)But this really knocked my confidence.Don’t get me wrong, I was prepared for weird looks or questions like “Are you trans?” because I am aware of the fact that my scars are visible. But getting asked “Are you a girl” really hit me.
I’ve been swimming in a surf shirt every other time before this.
What are your thoughts on this?
This is incredibly r/thathappened, but it still made me laugh nonetheless: a MTF describes the pain of pride, and how he is forced to hide the reality of his true self lest little boys on school buses make fun of him for being the creepy crossdresser that he is. I almost wish I could've rated this directly on Reddit as optimistic, because there's no fucking way he's unclocked by anybody. C'mon, you guys, at least take a couple writing courses before typing out lies on the internet!
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I'm tired of people acting like I'm transphobic for wanting to go stealth

TW for transphobia and slurs
I'm a trans woman. I live in a very conservative area in Appalachia. Because of that, I prefer to go stealth. I don't wear any pride pins, I don't tell people I'm on HRT, I don't say anything. Outside of my incredibly supportive family and my close friends, nobody knows that I'm a trans woman. To everybody else, I'm just a woman. Maybe they see me as an ugly woman, a pretty woman, a fat woman, a stupid woman, a smart woman, a beautiful woman, or a loud woman, but they do not see me as a trans woman.
People tell me sometimes that I should be proud of who I am, that I should be proud of the journey I went through. I tell those people that I'd rather keep my pride on the inside, though they are free to wear it on their sleeve with my wholehearted support. It's an underwhelming answer, but it's easier than the real one. Sometimes, those people hear my response and get angry for whatever reason. They tell me that I'm a transmedicalist, that I've internalized my transphobia and yanked the ladder up from behind me, that I've turned on my own brothers, sisters, and siblings. To that, I would ask them to place themselves in my shoes for just a moment while I give them the real answer.
In high school, I tried being proud. I tried being a beacon of safety and kindness and acceptance. I'd tell people my real name, my pronouns, how I identify, all of that. I got harassed and mocked endlessly. I gave up. I instead opted for survival, trying to just quietly exist alongside my peers. That got me yelled at. That got me shoved away and told to go elsewhere. I remember one instance, where our bus monitor was introducing assigned seats due to some of the younger kids on our bus acting unruly in the front. The driver told one of the boys around my age, a little bit younger than me, that he had to sit next to me. He looked at me with fire in his eyes and then back at the monitor.
"Here? You want me to sit here?"
He laughed that quiet, ironic laugh that people do when they're filled with so much vitriol that it bubbles out in a hateful smile.
"I'm not sitting next to this fucking tranny. You can't make me sit with a fag like him."

The bus monitor tried to talk back. She didn't even get a word out.
"No, I already told you. I won't sit next to a troon. Fucking stupid, making me sit with a tranny."
I sat next to that boy for four weeks, before I got cycled to sit next to another boy who acted the exact same way. Then another boy. The worst ones would ask me questions and giggle with their friends, whether I'd answer them or try ignoring them.
The good ones just turned away from me to talk to their friends the whole ride home. Soon enough, the school year was over, with only three more to go.
That's what my pride got me.
But you can feel free to show just how proud you are in whatever manner you want. I mean it, I'm not being sarcastic. I will support you with every bone in my body to be proud. Because while my pride was being beaten out of me, they just watched.
I'm not a transmed. I'm not transphobic. I'm not proud. I'm just afraid of boys with loud voices.
 
This idiot is very lucky he didn't get his skull caved in. I consider what this troon did to be sexual assault. He didn't say shit beforehand because he knew there was a good chance the guy would reject him. He had multiple opportunities to say something but didn't. Instead, he waits until the guy is trapped and in a vulnerable position, and even then, he doesn't say anything. The poor guy actually had to find out on his own by discovering the troon's penis. Then this troon has the balls (lol) to go and whine to reddit about how he was rejected for being trans and lying about it? Troons really are horrible people.

That guy would have been completing justified in beating up this lying sexual assaulter troon.
 
This idiot is very lucky he didn't get his skull caved in. I consider what this troon did to be sexual assault. He didn't say shit beforehand because he knew there was a good chance the guy would reject him. He had multiple opportunities to say something but didn't. Instead, he waits until the guy is trapped and in a vulnerable position, and even then, he doesn't say anything. The poor guy actually had to find out on his own by discovering the troon's penis. Then this troon has the balls (lol) to go and whine to reddit about how he was rejected for being trans and lying about it? Troons really are horrible people.

That guy would have been completing justified in beating up this lying sexual assaulter troon.
I read the story confused about what the troon was expecting was going to happen. "I wanted to tell him in my own time but that time never came because then he felt 'it"." Presumably they were making out and the guy was feeling him up. What did you think was going to happen you dumb troon.
 
I read the story confused about what the troon was expecting was going to happen. "I wanted to tell him in my own time but that time never came because then he felt 'it"." Presumably they were making out and the guy was feeling him up. What did you think was going to happen you dumb troon.
That part made me mad. As if it just "happened" and he had no say in it. He could have told him at the bookstore, in a text message in the days leading up to the date, he could have told him when he first arrived for the date. At bare minimum, he could and absolutely should have said something the moment the guy started trying to get physical with him. He wants to act like a poor widdle innocent flower that had no say in the matter, when really, this was all on him, and he chose to do force this poor guy into finding out in such a violating way. Fuck this troon.
 
That part made me mad. As if it just "happened" and he had no say in it. He could have told him at the bookstore, in a text message in the days leading up to the date, he could have told him when he first arrived for the date. At bare minimum, he could and absolutely should have said something the moment the guy started trying to get physical with him. He wants to act like a poor widdle innocent flower that had no say in the matter, when really, this was all on him, and he chose to do force this poor guy into finding out in such a violating way. Fuck this troon.
All of that's true and he's very lucky he didn't get his skull bashed in. But I'm more just baffled about what the troon thought was going to happen when a dude was feeling him up. Like...obviously he was going to find the penis you neglected to tell him about. Did the tranny think he'd just shrug it off?!
 
Dinner party turned pity party:
Well those people at that dinner party would all know. Not giving me the chance to just be me, a man. No, I was an already that token “trans man” again and now I could only feared the debates and “opinions” and questions about the most private things in my life.
Holy self-centering. She has a very outsized perspective of her impact on other people. Of course, she obsesses over herself, so everyone else must surely do as well, I guess.

That is also just weak. She needs permission and "given a chance" to be however she wants to be? Lame af. If your weirdo friends make your personal life an excuse for a political discussion, just don't engage in it.

What exactly does she think will be different about her experience? If she wants to talk with the guys, she can talk with the guys. (I know; I've done it many times, even as a full-blown and feminine woman who has a work area and personal interests that have had more overlap in certain crowds to the men at a dinner party than to the women.) If she wants to force people not to recognize that she is a curious little chap who is not a chap, good luck. Even without disclosure, they'd be gossiping after the party 100%.

And lol "token trans man," as though every dinner party needs one to fill the role.

And I REALLY can't stand the way these girls constantly talk about being afraid.
 
All of that's true and he's very lucky he didn't get his skull bashed in. But I'm more just baffled about what the troon thought was going to happen when a dude was feeling him up. Like...obviously he was going to find the penis you neglected to tell him about. Did the tranny think he'd just shrug it off?!
I'm betting he's a creep and was hoping that if they already went as far as making out, perhaps the guy would just shrug and keep going. I'm sure this troon has watched a ton of troon porn and probably thought this would play out just like his tranny porn movies.
 
A lot of them will pretend that they’re fine with others having a “genital preference” (aka a sexuality) but then get angry at the guy because he’s clearly not into dicks and men. Which is it?
 
All of that's true and he's very lucky he didn't get his skull bashed in. But I'm more just baffled about what the troon thought was going to happen when a dude was feeling him up. Like...obviously he was going to find the penis you neglected to tell him about. Did the tranny think he'd just shrug it off?!
For anyone other than trannies, this would be a clear-cut case of attempted rape by deception, but troons expect people to somehow be okay with this. Sure, murdering people is bad in general, but am I surprised when things like this happens and the troon in question gets beaten to death? No. The fact they risk their lives over this shit boggles my mind.
 
It’s either incredibly dry or greasy looking too. I very rarely see any in-between. There’s no excuse anymore, there are free hair care YouTube videos at your fingertips. A cheap leave-in conditioner does the trick.
They also can’t seem to figure out makeup or fashion despite there being millions of YouTube videos on the subject and about 20 seasons of Ru Paul’s Drag Race.
 
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