That second comic is a semi-regular in this thread. Their art style is hideous and naturally the sole focus of the comic is talking about themselves. Some highlights include comics detailing how their longer hair gets caught on their penis and how they enjoy letting their testicles flop out after a long day of wearing tight pants.
This is from an Asian transwoman who makes webcomics about how awful it is to be Asian and about how hormones gave her a true and honest fish smelling girldick
Even with the implication he's one of those agp's who buy into "durr fish vagina durr", this either means
1.) He thinks we're fond of our births
2.) He's incestuously obsessed with his mother, believing others have eaten theirs out and enjoyed it
3.) He believes if a woman has a vaginal infection, others related to her would look back on its scent fondly
4.) (least likely) Implying he ate a lot of fish growing up, he fondly recalls his mother cutting fish to eat and the associated smell.
Any way you slice it, this definitely doesn't scream "mentally ill misogynist freak" at all. And these loons wonder why women are so hostile. But every narc is perfect in his own mind, how dare you not live up to his expectations.
I'm a tiny bit late on this but that's a huge reoccurring theme with these people. Despite being obsessed with becoming a woman, their idea of what is feminine are all distinctly male stereotypes of woman. Which I suppose is to be expected, but still, that's why you get this comic saying "my crotch smells like fish, just like a real woman" even when it's just rank body odor. I've seen transgender posts on Twitter or Reddit say things like this constantly and take it as a sign that they're becoming a real woman, as if pumping estrogen into a body that's more confused than aware is literal magic. A few examples of these people treating stereotypes or outright insanity as genuine femininity I can recall includes suddenly being unable to open a jar of pickles without help, being clumsy, being more prone to anger, wanting to change the pants of a woman who soiled herself in public (since it's their "maternal instincts" taking over), failing at basic math, and getting fatter. So many of these read like jokes when I retell them, but I assure you the people who posted them to begin with were absolutely serious.
I'm a tiny bit late on this but that's a huge reoccurring theme with these people. Despite being obsessed with becoming a woman, their idea of what is feminine are all distinctly male stereotypes of woman. Which I suppose is to be expected, but still, that's why you get this comic saying "my crotch smells like fish, just like a real woman" even when it's just rank body odor. I've seen transgender posts on Twitter or Reddit say things like this constantly and take it as a sign that they're becoming a real woman, as if pumping estrogen into a body that's more confused than aware is literal magic. A few examples of these people treating stereotypes or outright insanity as genuine femininity I can recall includes suddenly being unable to open a jar of pickles without help, being clumsy, being more prone to anger, wanting to change the pants of a woman who soiled herself in public (since it's their "maternal instincts" taking over), failing at basic math, and getting fatter. So many of these read like jokes when I retell them, but I assure you the people who posted them to begin with were absolutely serious.
I've also read a story from a transgender support site where this tranny got into a fight with people at a carwash, and wrote about how the people calling them a cunt or a whore or something was empowering to them, and he thought something like "not yet, teehee" (he was pre-op).
Also, the enforcement of beauty standards being "limiting while empowering". Or being called arrogant. Or having low T levels. Or them drinking from a cup with their pinky extended and sitting with their legs crossed as children being evidence of their transgender identity. Them being "a woman".
I'm a tiny bit late on this but that's a huge reoccurring theme with these people. Despite being obsessed with becoming a woman, their idea of what is feminine are all distinctly male stereotypes of woman. Which I suppose is to be expected, but still, that's why you get this comic saying "my crotch smells like fish, just like a real woman" even when it's just rank body odor. I've seen transgender posts on Twitter or Reddit say things like this constantly and take it as a sign that they're becoming a real woman, as if pumping estrogen into a body that's more confused than aware is literal magic. A few examples of these people treating stereotypes or outright insanity as genuine femininity I can recall includes suddenly being unable to open a jar of pickles without help, being clumsy, being more prone to anger, wanting to change the pants of a woman who soiled herself in public (since it's their "maternal instincts" taking over), failing at basic math, and getting fatter. So many of these read like jokes when I retell them, but I assure you the people who posted them to begin with were absolutely serious.
Troons for some reason are obsessed with their smell or smell in general. I have no idea why. They always jabber on about how their smell changed and they now smell like a woman or some shit in an incredibly obsessive (creepy) way.
Troons for some reason are obsessed with their smell or smell in general. I have no idea why. They always jabber on about how their smell changed and they now smell like a woman or some shit in an incredibly obsessive (creepy) way.
I found these by clicking through https://knockout.chat/thread/190/.
Seeing the same people who chimped out and acted like a cock constaintly troon out gives me a special feeling of "I FUCKING KNEW IT".
Troons for some reason are obsessed with their smell or smell in general. I have no idea why. They always jabber on about how their smell changed and they now smell like a woman or some shit in an incredibly obsessive (creepy) way.
Ever read Suskind’s “Perfume,” which is about a serial murderer of pubescent girls who is killing them because he is obsessed with distilling their scent, which he believes would bring him great power...which of course indicates that he thinks there’s something powerful about 13-yo girls that he can extract, apply to his own body, and use that power himself. Premise is that he was born with an almost supernatural sense of smell, but that he himself is devoid of any scent of his own, which he perceives as a source of his suffering. Some quotes behind the cut:
There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else. So, to hell with it he thought. To hell with the world. With the perfume. With himself.
He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.
He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.
He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but super human, an angels scent, so indescribably good and vital that who ever smelt it would be enchanted and with his whole heart would have to love him.
She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey, smooth and sweet and terribly sticky, who take control of a room with a syrupy gesture, a toss of the hair, a single slow whiplash of the eyes-and all the while remain as still as the center of a hurricane, apparently unaware of the force of gravity by which they irresistibly attract to themselves the yearnings and the souls of both men and women.
And because people are stupid and use their noses only for blowing, but believe absolutely anything they see with their eyes, they will say it is because this is a girl with beauty and grace and charm.
...in that moment, as he saw and smelled how irresistible its effect was and how with lightning speed it spread and made captives of the people all around him—in that moment his whole disgust for humankind rose up again within him and completely soured his triumph, so that he felt not only no joy, but not even the least bit of satisfaction. What he had always longed for—that other people should love him—became at the moment of his achievement unbearable, because he did not love them himself, he hated them. And suddenly he knew that he had never found gratification in love, but always only in hatred—in hating and in being hated.
Anyway any time I see yet another story about them stealing their mom/sister/daughter’s dirty underwear to apply their “discharge” to themselves, or their attempts to enfleurage and consume “transformative female essence” by making tampon tea or anything that escalates from that, I always think of Grenouille.
Ever read Suskind’s “Perfume,” which is about a serial murderer of pubescent girls who is killing them because he is obsessed with distilling their scent, which he believes would bring him great power...which of course indicates that he thinks there’s something powerful about 13-yo girls that he can extract, apply to his own body, and use that power himself. Premise is that he was born with an almost supernatural sense of smell, but that he himself is devoid of any scent of his own, which he perceives as a source of his suffering. Some quotes behind the cut:
There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else. So, to hell with it he thought. To hell with the world. With the perfume. With himself.
He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.
He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.
He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but super human, an angels scent, so indescribably good and vital that who ever smelt it would be enchanted and with his whole heart would have to love him.
She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey, smooth and sweet and terribly sticky, who take control of a room with a syrupy gesture, a toss of the hair, a single slow whiplash of the eyes-and all the while remain as still as the center of a hurricane, apparently unaware of the force of gravity by which they irresistibly attract to themselves the yearnings and the souls of both men and women.
And because people are stupid and use their noses only for blowing, but believe absolutely anything they see with their eyes, they will say it is because this is a girl with beauty and grace and charm.
...in that moment, as he saw and smelled how irresistible its effect was and how with lightning speed it spread and made captives of the people all around him—in that moment his whole disgust for humankind rose up again within him and completely soured his triumph, so that he felt not only no joy, but not even the least bit of satisfaction. What he had always longed for—that other people should love him—became at the moment of his achievement unbearable, because he did not love them himself, he hated them. And suddenly he knew that he had never found gratification in love, but always only in hatred—in hating and in being hated.
Anyway any time I see yet another story about them stealing their mom/sister/daughter’s dirty underwear to apply their “discharge” to themselves, or their attempts to enfleurage and consume “transformative female essence” by making tampon tea or anything that escalates from that, I always think of Grenouille.
I have read that book three times. I never made that connection though. It makes troons seem even more deranged because Grenouille was a sick psychopath. This also makes their whole ideology even more fantastic without any basis in reality than it already is. The more you learn about transgenderism, the more you become aware that the whole concept is the thought-child of a deranged group of mentally ill people and not a valid theory. No one who has even a shred of sanity should believe that shit or humor those who perpetrate it.
Edit: The fantastic element in troonery is kind of like the fantastic element in Süßkind's book. Troons all believe that if only they have enough "female essence" people will love them. In a way, their narcissism is like Grenouille's narcissism.
Apologies, I don't know how to get the video from a tweet to post here, but if anyone wants to check out this guy's fake high-pitched voice it is worth a laugh. His feminine eye-rolling is cringey/funny too.
Apologies, I don't know how to get the video from a tweet to post here, but if anyone wants to check out this guy's fake high-pitched voice it is worth a laugh. His feminine eye-rolling is cringey/funny too.
This is from an Asian transwoman who makes webcomics about how awful it is to be Asian and about how hormones gave her a true and honest fish smelling girldick
Apologies, I don't know how to get the video from a tweet to post here, but if anyone wants to check out this guy's fake high-pitched voice it is worth a laugh. His feminine eye-rolling is cringey/funny too.
Dead famous trannie, "the GodPERSON of industrial music":
GENESIS BREYER P-ORRIDGE (1950–2020)
Genesis Breyer P-Orridge—the incendiary British performance artist and acid-house troubadour whose prolific subversions of normative culture made he/r a legend and Zelig of the underground—died on March 14 at age seventy following a 2017 diagnosis of leukemia.
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Having incorporated influences from Surrealism and Fluxus to the Beats and chaos magic, P-Orridge and COUM member Cosey Fanni Tutti began questioning gender norms in performances around 1973, though the collective felt limited by the constraints imposed by the Arts Council and the authorities (Tutti would later allege that P-Orridge was abusive, allegations s/he denied). P-Orridge’s experiments with gender culminated in the late ’90s with the Pandrogeny Project, for which s/he undertook surgical modification to resemble he/r wife, Lady Jaye Breyer, who died in 2007 from stomach cancer. P-Orridge continued the project after Jaye’s death, referring to he/rself as a pandrogyne and adopting a plural pronoun. “The iconographer’s last and greatest act of self-inscription,” wrote FT, “is the recognition of a body whose capacities are now unknown, not because they exceed us but because they diminish.”
Genesis Breyer P-Orridge—the incendiary British performance artist and acid-house troubadour whose prolific subversions of normative culture made he/r a legend and Zelig of the underground—died on March 14 at age seventy following a 2017 diagnosis of leukemia. P-Orridge, who identified as third...
This is old but it's the truth about transgender "icon" Genesis O'Orridge, the troon from Throbbing Gristle, the band that Cosey Fanni Tutti was in before she moved on and did music with her husband. In this book Cosey Fanni Tutti talks about Genesis P'Orridge's transition and how it was just a cover up for his violent treatment of women:
A guy called Gen (NOTE: this is GPO/Genesis P'Orridge) who was one of the founding members of Throbbing Gristle, who was visciously horrible to her, a complete diva, just awfully ruined this collective [ie, Coum Transmissions, the arts collective he and Cosey were in before TG] with his ego and his narcissism. And how he then felt... he became a transgender woman that transitioned to a she, and the difficulty for Cosey in dealing with Gen as she transitioned to being a woman, wondering where all that solidarity was, and "how can you claim to be a woman if you treated me with such violence in our toxic relationship". And all that should've been interesting, but instead it becomes: "We did this. We smoked behind the sigarettes. I cried. I wrote in my diary. I thought about this. We then had to move house. We then went into the studio. I was having trouble with my instruments.
So his bandmate Cosey almost peaktransed when this guy went trans because she knew from personal experience how abusive he was towards women, so how could he claim to be a woman himself?
More videos to entertain/shock you through your shelter-in-place quarantine:
Transman discovers that masculinity is not what she expected it to be:
"Masculinity is not, as I hoped, freedom. So many of my interactions with other men became implicit challenges. Can you keep up with me? Step the fuck up if you wanna be a man."
Then why continue with his bullshit, if you can't keep up with men? Detransition and be the fucking female that you are.
Also, who the fuck thinks women are less competitive amongst each other?
Anti-TRA TIF Jenn Smith is involved with some lawsuit and is being sued along with some other conservatives in Canada:
Snowflake talks about being an Incel and loneliness
Dude, just say it straight up: the LGBT literally all went right back into the closet because of Covid 19.
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