I like the one dude who outright admitted he can't get an attractive woman to date him lol.
The salt that they can't disprove any of this and the 'we'd never date them ANYWAY' but the amount of whinging over lesbians and oh woe is my troon self that lesbians don't wanna date me is basically half their shitty subreddit.
Holy shit these are so bad! I’m usually pretty down with encouraging people to express themselves, regardless of artistic ability level but fuck this guy, I’m gonna laugh at his art
One of the many things that piss me off about troons is how they role-play as women. They almost always portray us as sex-crazed bimbos who can't do anything on our own. They really are the biggest misogynists out there.
Holy shit these are so bad! I’m usually pretty down with encouraging people to express themselves, regardless of artistic ability level but fuck this guy, I’m gonna laugh at his art
This guy gets angry at actual advancements in gay rights because he's jealous of two happy lesbians, yet he feels it's his place to call one of his shitty paintings "Stonewall." The cognitive dissonance is strong with this one.
Lavery = Joseph "Grace" Lavery, MTF troon and Berkeley professor. Mallory = Mallory "Daniel" Ortberg, FTM troon and Dear Prudence advice columnist. Now calling herself Daniel Lavery after cutting ties with her entire family.
A Kiwi guessed upthread that Lavery was the kind of person who would publicly post inappropriate things about his sex life. Turns out Mallory is the one who's been doing that lately:
Lavery tweets out yet another selfie of his flabby moobs. Mallory's response to the tweet is supposed to be sweet/flirty but it's gross and sad. All of the things she mentions are facets of her victimization by Lavery.
A woman writes to Mallory at the Dear Prudence advice column, concerned that her husband isn't willing to pursue overdue payments from his business clients, and is therefore losing money that he is owed. Mallory's response:
I’m almost curious if your husband has an unacknowledged thing for findom and might find relief in turning “losing” money into a sex game between the two of you.
[If you don't know, "findom" is "financial domination," a kink in the BDSM world. Which has absolutely nothing to do with this poor woman's question about her husband's shitty business practices.]
Mallory gets an epic dunk on...a prison librarian? Take that, fascism!
A Kiwi sent me two excerpts from Lavery's paywalled blog. The first is a narc's meditation on how he is a lovable "picaresque" "cad," a "dicktease for moms," and all of his MILs have wanted to fuck him. My main takeaway is that Mallory is either Wife #3 or Wife #4 for this piece of shit!
I have met, loved, and been loved by the families of many of my partners. The first family who loved me well was that of my first spouse. When we split up, which we did for the reasons I’ve mentioned, the family turned on me, and that was the hardest part of the whole experience. Since I was an orphaned, or at-least-half-orphaned, child, the love of other families was lavished upon me freely, joyously, and temporarily. Of course that family didn’t wish to be kind to me once I had left them. That would have been a category error. The second spouse, and family, loved me in a very specific way: as people who want to be better than their religious orthodoxy will let them, love a cad whose picaresque charm attracts them, while allowing them to fantasize about saving a soul. That ambivalent desire and repulsion has followed me in a number of domains of my life (I have come to think of it as a trans girl thing), and it tends to be more erotically charged than one would expect. Not the first spouse-mother, but the second and the third spouse-mothers, had little crushes on me. Perhaps mothers have crushes on their kids’ partners; perhaps that is a general thing. Anyway those frissons felt healing and lovely, rather than predatory or unsafe. I knew one would never move beyond the lightest, gentlest flirt once every year or so - it seems ridiculous to even imagine that it could. It was just a spark, a little warmth in the relation that felt secret and shy, a little gentle eroticization that let me know that my new pseudo-mother loved me, that they were at least as attracted to as concerned about the aspects of my personality about which they expressed the most voluble concern. Their bad faith relation to me precluded, in general, honesty with themselves or the world - but this I always knew, and didn’t mind. There is something cruel in me, there. A dicktease for moms.
Hey Lavery, people being repulsed by you isn't "a trans girl thing." You're just repulsive.
The second excerpt of Lavery's paywalled blog seems to be a reaction to some critical comments on Reddit. The feedback he receives on social media is 100% YAAAAS KWEEN sycophancy; he apparently thought he was universally loved until he found threads about himself on /r/blogsnark and suffered a narc injury. Mallory was a successful blogger with a devoted following of fans before she met Lavery, and Lavery apparently imagines that these fans see him as a Yoko Ono figure. In his blog entry, he tortures the Yoko metaphor, then meanders into some truly vile observations about Mallory's intellect and social status vis-a-vis his own glory, and finishes off with some bizarre details about their BDSM group sex.
The boy I’m gonna Yoko’s fans have begun to notice me! Omg. They bitch meaninglessly about me behind their meaningless hands. It’s transmisogyny actually. Honestly I love having my own haters now. I was born for haters. I was born to be the best. I suppose I do have a rather ruthless streak!
The boy I’m gonna Yoko is a couple of years younger than me - just a couple, nothing scandalous! I think he likes that I’ve seen a lot of the world, that I have as many seductive stories as he does. Plus, I’m successful in my own world. It’s a whole other thing. I can introduce him to the high art types he used to be afraid of, and they don’t turn their noses up at him because he’s there with me. He’s there on my visa. Novelists and artists, critics and choreographers - they never would have been seen dead with him before, and now they let him sit with them and listen to his opinions about pop culture. And he’s read books, he’s not stupid. He writes poetry, too - he writes the most beautiful sixth-form-style poetry, you wouldn’t believe how lovely it sounds, almost like it was written by the young Yeats, or a more earnest Rupert Brooke.
The boy I’m gonna Yoko is supple, flexible. He can touch his toes. His arms bend back when I put him in stress positions. Then I let my friends take a ride. We do everything to him, we call him names and slap his face but we are careful not to lay our fingers on even the outer fringes of his ego. We call him “slut” and “faggot.” We put him in a harness and sling him around the room like a pebble. He likes that. It’s not very high-impact, but it’s a more intense sensation than anyone who has ever used Reddit, has ever experienced, or will ever. In a sense, the whole experience is a long meditation on the powerless of the fans, the fragility of their compensatory fantasies. Bless! I fucking love to ruin things.
If you don't like him, you're a transmisogynist. And if you use Reddit, you'll never cum as hard as Lavery can! Not ever!
"I think terves are just annoyed they're at the very bottom of the dating ladder."
Projection much?
This guy gets angry at actual advancements in gay rights because he's jealous of two happy lesbians, yet he feels it's his place to call one of his shitty paintings "Stonewall." The cognitive dissonance is strong with this one.
Can someone tell me why they think the average person GIVES a fuck about what you think about trans people unless they are a trans person, a Neo Slash Dasher, a Lady Prick licker, a Clit Dick lover?
Even if someone DID have a issue with their spouses being a "Terve" i'm positive outside of super ultra woke folk, most people don't give a fuck. Also, it shows where their minds are, "They won't have anyone to date them, ha ha ha.." because that's their reality and fear. They really think that people love and support them so much, that criticism against them is SO evil that everyone thinks Terfs are the lowest of the low and deserve horrible things/have horrible lives because they criticize transwomen/men.
hence why they keep spouting, "Words will literally kill me, rejection of who I am and my womanhood KILLS us-" and all that bullshit. They keep pushing the same two reasons as to why we should never ever fucking criticize them and just bow down. It's always the same two things, "Transphobia" or "Suicide"
I wonder how they'd feel if they knew there were men fucking terfs RIGHT as we speak, dating them, loving them and being happy, while they are on twitter/reddit whining & talking shit.
but it's so scary and hard for them, meanwhile they are some of the most aggressive people on the fucking internet and get praise for it.
I don't give a shit, it's the truth. They give estrogen to troons because it makes them feel euphoric. Estrogen administered to men and women makes them both euphoric because it releases oxytocin in the brain, which is how MDMA also works. The difference between MDMA and estrogen is that MDMA is illegal and estrogen is not.
There are several medications and supplements that boost tard cum production and if a female uses them they’d get a stern talking to from their doctor. Nasty man boob juice though? We must affirm.
I honestly cannot believe how this person with such a long resume of harassing women and lesbians specifically ever managed to become an LGBT commissioner in Washington State with people in politics taking him seriously and asking him for advice. And that this guy is now working to prevent anti-trafficking laws from passing is just the worst. On the other hand, the fact that he's in politics now means the public can endlessly criticize him because now it's no longer personal but political. I am prepping a follow-up post about this Tobi Hill-Meyer character. Wait til you see his old blog post about his fistfucking tattoo, or this porn story he wrote where his pre-op self meets and fistfucks his post-op self.
Lavery = Joseph "Grace" Lavery, MTF troon and Berkeley professor. Mallory = Mallory "Daniel" Ortberg, FTM troon and Dear Prudence advice columnist. Now calling herself Daniel Lavery after cutting ties with her entire family.
A Kiwi guessed upthread that Lavery was the kind of person who would publicly post inappropriate things about his sex life. Turns out Mallory is the one who's been doing that lately:
Lavery tweets out yet another selfie of his flabby moobs. Mallory's response to the tweet is supposed to be sweet/flirty but it's gross and sad. View attachment 1147890View attachment 1147889
A woman writes to Mallory at the Dear Prudence advice column, concerned that her husband isn't willing to pursue overdue payments from his business clients, and is therefore losing money that he is owed. Mallory's response:
[If you don't know, "findom" is "financial domination," a kink in the BDSM world. Which has absolutely nothing to do with this poor woman's question about her husband's shitty business practices.]
Mallory gets an epic dunk on...a prison librarian? Take that, fascism! View attachment 1147888
A Kiwi sent me two excerpts from Lavery's paywalled blog. The first is a narc's meditation on how he is a lovable "picaresque" "cad," a "dicktease for moms," and all of his MILs have wanted to fuck him. My main takeaway is that Mallory is either Wife #3 or Wife #4 for this piece of shit!
I have met, loved, and been loved by the families of many of my partners. The first family who loved me well was that of my first spouse. When we split up, which we did for the reasons I’ve mentioned, the family turned on me, and that was the hardest part of the whole experience. Since I was an orphaned, or at-least-half-orphaned, child, the love of other families was lavished upon me freely, joyously, and temporarily. Of course that family didn’t wish to be kind to me once I had left them. That would have been a category error. The second spouse, and family, loved me in a very specific way: as people who want to be better than their religious orthodoxy will let them, love a cad whose picaresque charm attracts them, while allowing them to fantasize about saving a soul. That ambivalent desire and repulsion has followed me in a number of domains of my life (I have come to think of it as a trans girl thing), and it tends to be more erotically charged than one would expect. Not the first spouse-mother, but the second and the third spouse-mothers, had little crushes on me. Perhaps mothers have crushes on their kids’ partners; perhaps that is a general thing. Anyway those frissons felt healing and lovely, rather than predatory or unsafe. I knew one would never move beyond the lightest, gentlest flirt once every year or so - it seems ridiculous to even imagine that it could. It was just a spark, a little warmth in the relation that felt secret and shy, a little gentle eroticization that let me know that my new pseudo-mother loved me, that they were at least as attracted to as concerned about the aspects of my personality about which they expressed the most voluble concern. Their bad faith relation to me precluded, in general, honesty with themselves or the world - but this I always knew, and didn’t mind. There is something cruel in me, there. A dicktease for moms.
Hey Lavery, people being repulsed by you isn't "a trans girl thing." You're just repulsive.
The second excerpt of Lavery's paywalled blog seems to be his reaction to discovering some critical comments about himself on Reddit. The feedback he receives on social media is 100% YAAAAS KWEEN sycophancy; he apparently thought he was universally loved until he found threads about himself on /r/blogsnark and suffered some narc injury. Mallory was a successful blogger with a devoted following of fans before she met Lavery, and Lavery apparently imagines that these fans see him as a Yoko Ono figure. His blog entry tortures the Yoko metaphor, then meanders into some truly vile observations about Mallory's intellect and social status vis a vis his own glory, and finishes off with some bizarre details about their BDSM group sex.
The boy I’m gonna Yoko’s fans have begun to notice me! Omg. They bitch meaninglessly about me behind their meaningless hands. It’s transmisogyny actually. Honestly I love having my own haters now. I was born for haters. I was born to be the best. I suppose I do have a rather ruthless streak!
The boy I’m gonna Yoko is a couple of years younger than me - just a couple, nothing scandalous! I think he likes that I’ve seen a lot of the world, that I have as many seductive stories as he does. Plus, I’m successful in my own world. It’s a whole other thing. I can introduce him to the high art types he used to be afraid of, and they don’t turn their noses up at him because he’s there with me. He’s there on my visa. Novelists and artists, critics and choreographers - they never would have been seen dead with him before, and now they let him sit with them and listen to his opinions about pop culture. And he’s read books, he’s not stupid. He writes poetry, too - he writes the most beautiful sixth-form-style poetry, you wouldn’t believe how lovely it sounds, almost like it was written by the young Yeats, or a more earnest Rupert Brooke.
The boy I’m gonna Yoko is supple, flexible. He can touch his toes. His arms bend back when I put him in stress positions. Then I let my friends take a ride. We do everything to him, we call him names and slap his face but we are careful not to lay our fingers on even the outer fringes of his ego. We call him “slut” and “faggot.” We put him in a harness and sling him around the room like a pebble. He likes that. It’s not very high-impact, but it’s a more intense sensation than anyone who has ever used Reddit, has ever experienced, or will ever. In a sense, the whole experience is a long meditation on the powerless of the fans, the fragility of their compensatory fantasies. Bless! I fucking love to ruin things.
If you don't like him, you're a transmisogynist. And if you use Reddit, you'll never cum as hard as Lavery can! Not ever!
God. I actually feel ill. He’s publicly degrading and humiliating her because Reddit reminded him Mallory was actually a minor online celebrity at one point and had some talent while Joe never was and never did.
A woman writes to Mallory at the Dear Prudence advice column, concerned that her husband isn't willing to pursue overdue payments from his business clients, and is therefore losing money that he is owed. Mallory's response:
[If you don't know, "findom" is "financial domination," a kink in the BDSM world. Which has absolutely nothing to do with this poor woman's question about her husband's shitty business practices.]
Fun fact: the first author of the Dear Prudence column was Herb Stein, the chairman of President Nixon's Council of Economic Advisors (and father of Ben Stein). I'm glad he's not around anymore to see this.
I don't give a shit, it's the truth. They give estrogen to troons because it makes them feel euphoric. Estrogen administered to men and women makes them both euphoric because it releases oxytocin in the brain, which is how MDMA also works. The difference between MDMA and estrogen is that MDMA is illegal and estrogen is not. [/ISPOILER]
MDMA's primary effect is releasing serotonin, norepinephrine, and dopamine. Release of oxytocin is secondary. Not to mention its effects as an amphetamine. Gurutu is spot on.
r/AITA is just the gift that keeps on giving when it comes to troon insanity lately. In this latest saga, some poor doe-eyed liberal gets BTFO by the tranny brigade after refusing to allow her crossdressing AGP brother-in-law watch her give birth to her first child, in a prime example of why these perverts should never be entertained.
I'm relieved to see that this case is egregious enough that even reddit seems to have agreed by consensus that this is insane. It's always hard to know where the line is in Clown World these days.
GNCCentric, a detransitioned FTM with a youtube channel described it as being so uncomfortable with having a female body that she couldn't even read porn with female characters, it made her so uncomfortable. So she was a gay ftm, even though she realized as she was detransing that she's a full on lesbian. This is a surprisingly common phenomenon.
I'm sure there are plenty who are actually just straight chicks who have a fetish for gay men or atleast feel safer reading it because they can dissociate from their female bodies, but it's a little wild how many former self proclaimed ftm "fags" turn out to be lesbians in the end.
Lesbians seem to be the most likely to detrans though, so maybe that's why I've heard their stories more.
it's because the detrans women right now are the ones who started transitioning 5 years ago. there weren't that many straight women trooning out then.
I also wonder if it's because 'butch lesbian' is a known identity. You can say oh, I had internalized lesbophobia, I'll stop taking T, and I can live my happy butch life, wearing the same clothes I am now, and chicks will dig my deep voice.
If you're an unfeminine straight woman...where is there for you? I know someone on tumblr who is a hetero ace woman married to a man who talked a lot about how she felt there was nowhere for her because she's gender non conforming but not a lesbian, and she's since trooned out. Now, she is a lot more butch than these fujos. But it is hard to be a woman who's attracted to men who doesn't enjoy performing femininity.
Lavery = Joseph "Grace" Lavery, MTF troon and Berkeley professor. Mallory = Mallory "Daniel" Ortberg, FTM troon and Dear Prudence advice columnist. Now calling herself Daniel Lavery after cutting ties with her entire family.
A Kiwi guessed upthread that Lavery was the kind of person who would publicly post inappropriate things about his sex life. Turns out Mallory is the one who's been doing that lately:
Lavery tweets out yet another selfie of his flabby moobs. Mallory's response to the tweet is supposed to be sweet/flirty but it's gross and sad. View attachment 1147890View attachment 1147889
A woman writes to Mallory at the Dear Prudence advice column, concerned that her husband isn't willing to pursue overdue payments from his business clients, and is therefore losing money that he is owed. Mallory's response:
[If you don't know, "findom" is "financial domination," a kink in the BDSM world. Which has absolutely nothing to do with this poor woman's question about her husband's shitty business practices.]
Mallory gets an epic dunk on...a prison librarian? Take that, fascism! View attachment 1147888
A Kiwi sent me two excerpts from Lavery's paywalled blog. The first is a narc's meditation on how he is a lovable "picaresque" "cad," a "dicktease for moms," and all of his MILs have wanted to fuck him. My main takeaway is that Mallory is either Wife #3 or Wife #4 for this piece of shit!
I have met, loved, and been loved by the families of many of my partners. The first family who loved me well was that of my first spouse. When we split up, which we did for the reasons I’ve mentioned, the family turned on me, and that was the hardest part of the whole experience. Since I was an orphaned, or at-least-half-orphaned, child, the love of other families was lavished upon me freely, joyously, and temporarily. Of course that family didn’t wish to be kind to me once I had left them. That would have been a category error. The second spouse, and family, loved me in a very specific way: as people who want to be better than their religious orthodoxy will let them, love a cad whose picaresque charm attracts them, while allowing them to fantasize about saving a soul. That ambivalent desire and repulsion has followed me in a number of domains of my life (I have come to think of it as a trans girl thing), and it tends to be more erotically charged than one would expect. Not the first spouse-mother, but the second and the third spouse-mothers, had little crushes on me. Perhaps mothers have crushes on their kids’ partners; perhaps that is a general thing. Anyway those frissons felt healing and lovely, rather than predatory or unsafe. I knew one would never move beyond the lightest, gentlest flirt once every year or so - it seems ridiculous to even imagine that it could. It was just a spark, a little warmth in the relation that felt secret and shy, a little gentle eroticization that let me know that my new pseudo-mother loved me, that they were at least as attracted to as concerned about the aspects of my personality about which they expressed the most voluble concern. Their bad faith relation to me precluded, in general, honesty with themselves or the world - but this I always knew, and didn’t mind. There is something cruel in me, there. A dicktease for moms.
Hey Lavery, people being repulsed by you isn't "a trans girl thing." You're just repulsive.
The second excerpt of Lavery's paywalled blog seems to be his reaction to discovering some critical comments about himself on Reddit. The feedback he receives on social media is 100% YAAAAS KWEEN sycophancy; he apparently thought he was universally loved until he found threads about himself on /r/blogsnark and suffered some narc injury. Mallory was a successful blogger with a devoted following of fans before she met Lavery, and Lavery apparently imagines that these fans see him as a Yoko Ono figure. His blog entry tortures the Yoko metaphor, then meanders into some truly vile observations about Mallory's intellect and social status vis a vis his own glory, and finishes off with some bizarre details about their BDSM group sex.
The boy I’m gonna Yoko’s fans have begun to notice me! Omg. They bitch meaninglessly about me behind their meaningless hands. It’s transmisogyny actually. Honestly I love having my own haters now. I was born for haters. I was born to be the best. I suppose I do have a rather ruthless streak!
The boy I’m gonna Yoko is a couple of years younger than me - just a couple, nothing scandalous! I think he likes that I’ve seen a lot of the world, that I have as many seductive stories as he does. Plus, I’m successful in my own world. It’s a whole other thing. I can introduce him to the high art types he used to be afraid of, and they don’t turn their noses up at him because he’s there with me. He’s there on my visa. Novelists and artists, critics and choreographers - they never would have been seen dead with him before, and now they let him sit with them and listen to his opinions about pop culture. And he’s read books, he’s not stupid. He writes poetry, too - he writes the most beautiful sixth-form-style poetry, you wouldn’t believe how lovely it sounds, almost like it was written by the young Yeats, or a more earnest Rupert Brooke.
The boy I’m gonna Yoko is supple, flexible. He can touch his toes. His arms bend back when I put him in stress positions. Then I let my friends take a ride. We do everything to him, we call him names and slap his face but we are careful not to lay our fingers on even the outer fringes of his ego. We call him “slut” and “faggot.” We put him in a harness and sling him around the room like a pebble. He likes that. It’s not very high-impact, but it’s a more intense sensation than anyone who has ever used Reddit, has ever experienced, or will ever. In a sense, the whole experience is a long meditation on the powerless of the fans, the fragility of their compensatory fantasies. Bless! I fucking love to ruin things.
If you don't like him, you're a transmisogynist. And if you use Reddit, you'll never cum as hard as Lavery can! Not ever!
r/AITA is just the gift that keeps on giving when it comes to troon insanity lately. In this latest saga, some poor doe-eyed liberal gets BTFO by the tranny brigade after refusing to allow her crossdressing AGP brother-in-law watch her give birth to her first child, in a prime example of why these perverts should never be entertained.
I'm relieved to see that this case is egregious enough that even reddit seems to have agreed by consensus that this is insane. It's always hard to know where the line is in Clown World these days.
If you're a trans woman and your hair looks like that you're a dude. Actually if you're a trans woman and your hair doesn't look like that, you're also a dude.
Who is more woman, someone who was born a female, went through female puberty, and has always faced the social and physical issues unique to women, or me, a man who CHOOSES to use words wrong? Hmmm? Take that, feminists.
