📚 Megathread Trannies posting their L's Online - Heckin valid people posting their funny misfortunes on the internet

Desperate to have a warm body in his empty bed, a tranny seeks out companionship in just about anything with a pulse only to realize just how wildly unappealing he is as a potential partner. Anyone with two braincells to rub together without leaving room for Jesus will be unsurprised to learn that he mostly has luck with GAMPy chasers while the only women who reply to his mating call "are only doing so to be nice," but it's funny to know even amongst nonbinaries - who have no standards at all - he manages to strike out. Just become a monk, dude, I'm sure you're bald enough for a tonsure already anyway.
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Feeling generally incompatible for dating​

Not sure if this is just a vent, but I'm open to advice from you lovely folks.
I'm at my wit's end here. I broke up with my long-term partner almost 4 years ago after she decided to open up our relationship without my knowledge. That was an intense relationship so while I was sad when it was over I was also excited to see what was next, mainly because I was dating as myself for the first time.
While I've met some cool people, I just haven't met someone who I truly clicked with on that level.
Men: Sex is an issue. Pretty much every guy just wants to give me head, which is the turn-off to end all turn-offs for me. Just, no. I've also just found bottoming difficult to ensure clean and tidy results. When it ends poorly, I just end up feeling gross and subpar compared to women with a vagina. This of course sets aside that the vast majority of cis men don't know how to relate to trans women. Even the nicer guys I've met will still make comments like "I'd still like you if you never transitioned". Somehow I always end up feeling objectified one way or another.
Women: by and large are just not interested in me. Matches are like 90:1 in favor of men. I find it difficult to take the initiative there without feeling predatory and I get the feeling most women who do go out with me are only doing so to be nice. I end up feeling humored.
NBs/Other Trans folks: On the menu absolutely but due to such small numbers, I have yet to run into another genderqueer person where we're mutually attracted.
I live by myself in a fairly large midwest US metro area. I'm no supermodel but decently attractive, gainfully employed, good group of friends, ect. My hobbies tend to be fairly solitary so not sure what to do there. So, what gives? Am I just falling victim to dating over 30? Have any of you girls found success shaking up your dating routine? Am I just fated to die alone and should just accept it?
I miss having someone to share my bed with.

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A li'l dood who already has a chronic heart condition is denied the ability to hop on the cardiovascular nightmare that is testosterone, hoping that the doodlings of Reddit can lead her to a promised land of pumped ladyparts. The real L here is how eagerly her fellow crabby Patties try to drag her back into the bucket, though - how else can one describe such "supportive" comments such as "Denying a trans man T because of some other medical issues is virtually always trans broken arm syndrome" and informing OP the exact formula of testosterone she should try to get herself on?
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FTM with heart problem​

Some things i can change.. but the others i can’t..
I’m Arab and i can’t take testosterone due to my living situation and my heart problem.. but i really want to have a bo/ttom growth! if pumping alone doesn’t work, can i take microdoses of testosterone applied on my bo/ttom area to encourage the growth?
Please help!

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Dunning-Pooner effect: a FTM is is apoplectic over the notion that sex is more than just skin deep in the wake of losing a debate to her coworker about sexual dimorphism. Though she doesn't seem to understand the sexing of skeletons and the difference between averages and outliers, OP insists that she's the smart one, huffing and puffing impotently that her coworker is clearly Dave the Dipshit for conflating anatomy and biology. Truly, a mic drop for the ages; all should quiver before the brawn of her brain.
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Do people really think the bones/skeleton argument is a 'gotcha' when it comes to arguing about trans people?​

Flaming pissed off right now so forgive me if this seems a bit rant-y. Feel free to skip to the end.
I had an argument with my coworker (Im not out at work, I pass well and plan to keep it that way). Not gonna go through the whole conversation but basically we were talking about athletes and men's vs women's sports. Then all of a sudden, he says
"Yeah and you know mens bodies are stronger then women's. You can't mimic that, even with these crazy trans people that think they can"
And I reply
"What do you mean exactly? You think Trans people can't compete with cis people?"
(For the context Im not disagreeing the men are stronger then women statement. Yes obviously on average* men have more muscle mass then women and that plays a role in strength. But as we all know, thats an oversimpification to the point of when we look at fully transitioned Trans people, that statement isn't entirely true).
He says
"Its just you know, you can't mimic biology, the human body is the way it is. No matter what you do, you can't make a man a woman and you can't make a woman a man. Also skeletons are entirely sex-based and once you're born as male or female. You can't change that"
(Love how he mentioned biology but then proceeds to use anatomy as an example)
I reply
"Yes at the basic level, human skeletons are sex differentiated. But you do realize there are indeed a a good amount of outliers (men skeletons being mistaken for female and vice versa) and other factors (race, obesity, endocrine disorders, intersex conditions, basic overall genetics etc.) that can contribute to something like wider shoulders or squared, sharper foreheads in a woman that can be mistaken for male and wider hips and smaller, rounder forhead in men that can be mistaken for female"
As soon as I said that he shook his head and refused to acknowledge my argument. He just kept repeating the same crap "you can't mimic biology" "the human body is immutable". At that point I realized I was arguing with someone that wasn't very intelligent and decided to just leave him. Im older now and I understand its not worth it to argue with idiots. Its identical to putting duct tape on a shattered mirror. Its useless.
But I'd be lying if I said his argument and logic didn't piss me off. Why the hell do people keep thinking that argument is a genuine 'gotcha' or "haha, you're wrong by default" when debating about trans people? You idiots really think "Oh I have a female pelvis, not a real man!". Every single man that has lived on this planet earth has the exact same skeleton and every woman that has lived on this planet earth has the exact same skeleton??? And if they don't then they aren't real men and women? Yeah that makes total sense. Great argument!
Im just sick and tired of reductionist, oversimplified comprehension of the human body/behavior that makes people justify their disbelief in our legitimacy. Have you seen trans men that are body builders and athletes? No? Look them up, theres plenty. Fucking stupid people, learn how to argue and accept facts. Its so funny how people look at us and think we don't want to accept reality and facts. No, YOU don't want to accept reality and facts to look for an excuse to be a bigot

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The unstoppable force of teenage bullying collides with the immovable object of a TiF determined when OP refuses to attend her sister's holiday school show because her androgynous appearance has been getting her sister bullied relentlessly. OP accepts not attending the performance, which further upsets her sister; yet even when exposed to her sister's obvious suffering, OP focuses instead on her internal identity of maleness being affirmed by the cruel barbs and jabs her sister endures. Warms the cockles of your heart, doesn't it, Kiwis?
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little sister is embarrassed in school because of me​

my seventh grade sister just got in my car today and said she needed to talk to me. i ask what’s up, and she says that she doesn’t want me to come to her christmas school show. confused, i ask why. she then says that her classmates make fun of her because they tell her that her “sister” looks like a man… (i’m a passable looking guy with facial hair and such but still haven’t come to terms with the whole trans thing in the family) and they bully her for that, by asking am i a lesbian because my sister still refers to me as her sister to the class. (im assuming they aren’t knowledged on trans people and just masc lesbians, lol). i don’t know how to feel or how to handle this. honestly, the whole kids calling me a guy? (gender affirming as hell) but my sister says it’s a constant bullying topic, and the classroom has been back and forth with bullying and fights throughout her time in elementary school, so there’s no really “fixing” that. i just told her bluntly that i won’t go to her show, and that was it. i don’t know what to say to her, if anything at all. the teachers do already know about this and don’t care from what i’ve heard, but kids will talk. she seemed genuinely upset with me, asking why i just can’t be a “girl”, and i can’t lie i did get angry, causing the blunt and dry, “im not going then.” end of conversation. do i say something or leave it be? i don’t know how to feel.

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At a comedy show headlined by a comedienne, a troon feels the icy pedipalps of dysphoria clutch upon his heart, rendering him too distressed to enjoy jokes from a life that he wishes could be his. The further the show goes on, the more he feels the sting, which leaves him sobbing on the drive back home, though no one else in his entourage notices. The final, cruel cherry on top of this sadness sundae? He sought out dear old Mama for support, and she didn't give a rock solid fuck! Even Shakespeare couldn't pen such a tragic tale.
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Comedy​

So, this evening I went to see a comdian with my family and some friends.There were a lot of women there in the main lobby once whe entered. That's because It's a older woman. She's the comedian and apparently went all in on the dirty female anatomy jokes tonight.
We got some seats on the top floor all the way in the back. The show was kind of funny in the beginning and would make me laugh slightly a few times.
Eventually it got more and more into female experiences and problems. People laughed even harder at these jokes, but I didn't laugh...
I felt like the only one that didn't laugh.
I slowly started to feel more and more uncomfortable.I kind of pressed myself into my very small and uncomfortable chair, and just sat it through all the way to till the end.
At the end I felt sick and nauseous. Dysphoria hit me hard and I was spiraling in my mind.
I wished so badly I could relate to all those jokes and feminine moments.
No one really noticed, they just thought I was very quiet and reserved. Too quiet.
I did not feel like talking...
Once we went for a drink after the show, I felt even worse. I felt short of breath and this knot in my stomach.
I wanted to run away from that place.
I had to lean on to something. My legs were shaking and I started to hyperventilate. I felt so very sick. Yet I smiled and kept to myself.
I wanted to tell my mother, but never got a quiet moment to tell her.
Once outside it got a little better. The fresh air was nice.
On the way to the car, my opinion got asked a few times. Like: "How did you like the show?"or "Was it funny?"
I kept it short with just repeating "Yeah."No conversation please.
Once in the car, I just kept staring outside. I did not want to show my face and said nothing the whole way back.
Somewhere along the way "Survive" from Lewis Capaldi started playing, and I just broke down crying in my dark corner of the car...
No one noticed as I kept it kinda quiet.
And now I'm here at home typing this. I still feel that knot in my stomach. I at least told my mother, but she didn't really take it seriously.
I have never felt dysphoria hit this hard before...
Edit: I broke down crying again an hour ago.I really need to sleep, but I just can't stop crying...

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Ground control to Major TiM: a dude in drag with dreams of daintiness is brought back down to Earth in a crash landing when the surgeon he consults for his shenis shredding tells him that he's a fat, jobless tard and that a stinkditch won't ever make him happy nor a real woman. At first I thought his surgeon surprisingly honest for a troon butcher, but OP is German, so I can only imagine how much funnier this conversation must have been to see in real life.
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Just venting really​

Tw for potential transphobia
Ugh I don’t even know where I’m going with this or if it’s going to make me feel any lighter but I guess here goes.
I had my grs consultation last week Monday. The doctor was a massive twat. Aside from the remarks made about my weight (I’m not necessarily perceived as fat mind you, although now I have huge insecurities about my weight), the attempted snarky comment about my unemployment and education (despite having a masters degree in material science), and the way he literally hurt me when performing the physical because he was so rough about it, aside from all that, he also managed to put bottom surgery in the most negative light possible. Insisting again and again and again that „It’s only an imitation of the real thing“, and how it won’t fulfill the likely wish I have of having been born with a female body and how that will never be possible (thanks capn obvious for retriggering the most deeply rooted dysphoria that I can only ever push away and likely never overcome).
Anyways, 8 days later and I feel fat, ugly, dysphoric, hopeless, and overall like a piece of shit.I have a job interview next week but don’t have anything to wear because my last pair of pants got dirty on the way home from that fucking useless waste of time appointment and it left tons of marks that didn’t come out in the wash. The new trousers I ordered all look like shit, because surprise, I wasn’t born with a female body. And 2 years of hrt apparently weren’t good enough to make me feel good about myself in anything except incredibly specific clothes shapes
I‘m exhausted I want to go home but I am at home and don’t know where to go
I just want a break from everything
Can the world go silent for like a week?
Just so fucking tired
Anyway, I hope whoever decides to read this rambling of a post has a nice day

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After wasting six figures that could've been spent on a house or an education on his stupid fucking face, a troon routinely doomposts on Reddit about how pointless it was to transition. And yes, those are all separate links! Hooray, another suicide prevented!
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My FFS cost more than $100,000.00. I still don't pass as a woman in public.​

Funny that
edit: im already in therapy

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Crossdresser Christmas: a man who moved to a new country to be with the love of his life is cruelly turned away from holiday festivities because he wishes to be his authentic self. Don't feel too bad for him, though: he told his wife when she was 11 weeks pregnant about how he wanted her to get an abortion so he no longer had to deal with responsibility and even wishes he'd never met her so he could be his true self. She didn't take this well but still chose to go forward with the pregnancy all while telling him to knock off his troonacy, so in response he got on HRT anyway like a fucking retard. Ah, the smell of FAFO in the morning!
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I'm not welcomed at Christmas​

I came to this country without friends or family to live with my wife and now it's all gone. My wife's family is very transphobic and after she outed me to them, they despise me. I'm sad that I'll be missing my baby's first Christmas.
Just needed to vent at the void.

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Lastly, an older gayden (read: heterosexual female) gets her breasts filleted into medical waste and shortly after buys herself some brand spankin' new sex toys. Upon use of them, she realizes that breastlessness is not enough and now longs for a dong to call her own; sadly, she's closer to the grave than a baby's bassinet and now wishes she'd bought a ticket at the Mutilation Station sooner rather than later. The interesting part to me is that OP has explicitly stated herself that she believes "transition is a case of Chasing the Dragon," which just goes to show self-awareness is not necessarily curative of such a brain-rotting disease.
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Ah. So I DO have bottom dysphoria...​

After many years of telling myself I don't have bottom dysphoria and I'm happy being a gay trans bottom for life, I'm starting to realize that simply isn't true... which is extremely annoying, because I'm 40, poor-ish, with terrible self-employment insurance, and phallo is most definitely financially out of reach.
I went most of my life without packing or even really thinking about having a dick. I did always know that straps or prosthetics made me feel horrible because they felt like a numb extension of my body: awful in every way if they looked like a dildo, great to look at if they were realistic enough, but I could never mentally or physically connect to them. In my dreams, I always have a penis. But I've gotten a fair amount of real pleasure from the original plumbing, so I've just always defaulted to using it.
But there's been innovations in prosthetics that are now showing me exactly just how much my nervous system actually wants a dick. Axolom recently put out some very realistic STPs (the Natow) and for the first time, I feel a connection to a prosthetic. I've had the thing for a day and suddenly feel very naked in a not-fun way without it.
Some clever bastards also worked out that you can put a realistic penis extension sleeve over a satisfier pro, and turn it into a prosthetic with substantial feedback. I rarely cum with vibes or dick stimulation alone - I need A-spot stim as well, usually - but holy shit. Came twice with the thing, back to back. Wth, brain? I've been a bottom all my life, but I now desperately want to try topping with this thing.
I'm more rueful than distressed, so no need for comfort. Truth is, I spent decades drowning my acute dysphoria in work, relationship drama and travel to run from the problem. A couple of years ago, I settled down in my first ever safe, stable accomodation and dysphoria rose out of the depths of my psyche like Jaws and bit me on the arse, to the point where my formerly successful career as an author is now in jeopardy. I managed to raise enough money to finally get top surgery last month, which has helped a lot... for me to only realize that I still have dysphoria. The downstairs kind.
I'm sort of resigned at this point. Even if I worked my butt off, moved to the right state, booked the consults, waited for the consults, did surgery prep, actually GOT the surgery, I'd probably be nearly 50 years old by the time I actually went under the knife. And then, assuming everything went well, I'd never get to use the thing because people generally and the gay community specifically are ageist af, and it's only getting worse.
Anyway... mostly just whining, but also, don't be like me and pretend you aren't actually dysphoric about some things until you're too old to do anything about it .

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Mid Na said:

I can not believe how down bad this woman is for her tranny husband.

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Nobody who can be unmade by words alone can be considered a functional adult. Completely putting aside how embarrassing it is, the reason why it's unhealthy to normalize things such as trigger warnings is because if you're relying on other people to shoulder the burden of your own emotional health, you're giving everyone else the keys to destroying you. This is why processing emotions rather than merely burying them is important.