💬 Off-Topic Troon Dungeons - Squalid living conditions shown off by people of gender

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Hey. Were the pictures you shared recent (from a month or so ago)? With the light coming from the window, Kokonut's exposing attempt and some sun-related tools, we could figure out exactly the angle from which these pictures were taken.
I mass exported them with a tool so I don't have the timestamps. Besides, an examination of their chat history using keywords shows very garden variety leftist troon behavior and no indication of further milk so I personally wouldn't put any more effort into it. You can check out the server if you want to, link is in the sidebar of this niggerddit.
To get access you simply have to introduce yourself with an 18+ age and a medical condition that suffers from psychosis, such as schizophrenia or psychotic bipolar. The mods are slow as shit so you can wait for a while or just ping the mod role at the risk of them getting salty. Once verified you pick your roles and you get access.
 
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Also noted he has novelty Trump toilet paper, still wrapped.
lmao I didn't even notice that between the "mutual aid" commie propaganda, "I'm my own schizo" inspirational cube, and the troon trying to hide his reflection.
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These are the people making jokes about Rowling having black mould issues? Why the fuck would you turn on a lamp and have the curtains closed at the same time? Damn if only there was some other way to get light in this room. I guess unless you have a ground floor bedroom.
Embarrassment. Windows allow the outside world to see the depths of your degeneracy, lamps don't.
 
Aster, a pooner currently being chronicled in the Munchie thread (most recent update here), posted a video in March 2025 of her then-living space (she moves around/gets evicted a lot). Some of the conditions (all caps from @hey god it's me again 's post)

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Did I mention that this is allegedly after it was cleaned up a little by her "joyfriend" while she was in the hospital? Or that she has had bedbugs for years? Sleep tight, don't let them bite!
 
Some of the conditions
It always kinda annoys me to see these sorts of hoarders that pile stuff in their own path. I just want to fucking shove it all to one side. I'm not saying clean it but just take all that shit and throw it in a pile somewhere else instead of in the way of the toilet. Just kick it into the corner or something.
 
It always kinda annoys me to see these sorts of hoarders that pile stuff in their own path. I just want to fucking shove it all to one side. I'm not saying clean it but just take all that shit and throw it in a pile somewhere else instead of in the way of the toilet. Just kick it into the corner or something.
The first time I lived with a hoarder, when I moved in there were some random hand tools and a gloves just lying on the front lawn, gently rotting in the sun and rain carefully mown around every second weekend. After a couple of weeks , I picked them up and moved them to the verandah. The hoarder was upset with me because her things being moved gave her terrible anxiety. I asked her what the point of having a pair of pliers turning to rust was. She couldn't answer. Two months in, I finally lost my patience waiting for her to make a space for me in the bathroom so I didn't have to keep my toothpaste and toothbrush in my bedroom. I cleaned away a couple of broken combs and a mountain of dust from a shelf section twenty centimetres long. You'd have thought that I'd thrown out the crown jewels and the world's entire supply of insert-vitally-important-drug-here. She almost had a fucking panic attack. A fortnight later she was still freaking out at me over it. There were cupboards and boxes that she hadn't opened in years because of "anxiety", so she bought new cupboards and and put them in other rooms. I opened one cupboard that she told me was full; it had maybe three things in there and an unbelievable amount of dust. It was the only free space in the house... and she'd pushed a plastic bin in front of it and filled the bin up with random crap.

The shit hoarders do makes no fucking sense, and that includes bringing tools in out of the rain, cleaning away dust, throwing away broken combs, layering endless amounts of random shit in the stupidest places possible and losing their minds at people who say, "For the love of God, can we at least clear a pathway through here?"
 
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