And now a commercial break from the latest troon suicide (troonicide?).
Another episode of Tales from the Crapt, and I am your host, the Craptkeeper: please enjoy yet
another Reddit post among thousands in which a sleazy man enters a woman's bathroom hoping to find an orgy of validating lesbian sex only to shrivel at the sight of a woman who knows he doesn't belong there. At this point, anyone denying that a man in a woman's bathroom has nefarious intent is no longer merely a fool, but an accomplice - vote for Magic Pickle in 2028 and I'll promise a horsewhip to every man, woman and child to really turn this place around!
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so, i just had my first experience using a women’s bathroom as a pre-hrt trans girl, and oh my god, it was a rollercoaster of feelings. i made sure the place was totally empty before i even dared to step inside, like
i stood outside the door for legit 5 minutes just listening for any sound. being over six feet tall already makes me feel like i stick out like a sore thumb, and i’m always so scared of someone clocking me. i just wanna blend in, nothing more. but that fear of judgment, especially from terfs or transphobes, had my heart racing the whole time i was in there.
then, right as i’m finishing up and heading out, this cis woman walks in and gives me the most uncomfortable look ever. i swear my stomach dropped to the floor, and all my insecurities just screamed at me. i could feel her eyes judging my height, my not-yet-feminine-enough features, and it hurt so bad. i’ve spent so much time obsessing over makeup and girly clothes to feel like myself, and in that moment,
it felt like none of it mattered. i just wanted to disappear and all the confidence i built up has been destroyed
During a session of counseling, a troon closer to 30 than 20 worries that if he draws himself as the Disney princess he wants to be, his counselor - despite her kindness - may revoke his 'femininity' due to it being founded in stereotypes; too anxious to be truthful, he instead draws himself in a more androgynous outfit, though the doubts in his mind remain.
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I was having a meeting with my therap- she gasps dramatically & slaps her hand over her mouth! Legally, can't call her that! I was meeting with my counselor a few weeks ago & we were having a fantastic session.
She was making me think about things I've never thought of or didn't want to, all that stuff. She handed me a sheet of paper, a worksheet, with a mirror on it. She said "Try to draw what you think about yourself."
Conciously trying to be myself/in character,
I shamelessly grabbed the crayons & I was getting ready to draw a princess in a long, poofy, pink gown♡ but I couldn't. All I could hear was her internal thoughts "He really thinks of himself like that...? Is that how shallow & vain he thinks femininity is? Pink & dresses? How misogynistic! He's not a real woman, he's faking all of it."
Conciously, I know this is NOT in character for her at all! So much so that it pained me to write that at all. She's very nice & understanding. Plus: I'm out to her, she knows my real name & everything!!! but because Im so ugly/manly/caricature-esque I get misgendered a lot even by her. Thats where that comes from. She has said before that she just doesn't know how to help me with the identity/trans stuff, but she's excellent at everything else♡
I was so sad & defeated, I grabbed the green crayon & started to draw the sleeve to a shirt, a girl's shirt with flared sleeves; but I was too wrapped up in what other stuff she was saying.
Because of this pooner's intense neuroses around being seen for the woman that she is (going as far as to say "
I will never have sex before I am transitioned with top and bottom surgery"), she fears she may be running behind schedule to get her happily ever after on time. But even if she never finds her prince,
she's perfectly content to raise a child by herself - even though she believes it'll teach her future sprog that "
my existence is basically telling them that the only way for a gay man to ever have the chance for a family is to be solitary."
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I haven't ever dated, romantically held hands with, nor kissed anyone before and I won't be able to until I'm fully transitioned, which will be when I am roughly 26 years old (out of the question, my dysphoria would never allow for it).
But I want a stereotypical life with a husband and kids, and am getting my eggs frozen this year so I can go through the surrogacy route.
Meaning I only have 14 years to figure out the dating scene, land in a long-term relationship, play house for a few years, get married, then go through the lengthy process of ethical surrogacy. No misfires, no time for mistakes, no "oh this relationship lasted 5 years but it was still good", no casual to figure out this or that, no fun.
No, pretty much get one shot or it's all gone.
The good news is I at least fully know what I want out of life and don't play bullshit, but this is very stressful to think about.
Anyone else have worry about the speedrun?
Incompetent at being continent: a young poon leaks urine more frequently than an elderly Catholic grandmother who bore 8 kids and has stumped doctors on how to help her, with a urologist warning her that taking antibiotics back-to-back without an actual UTI threatens to raise her risk of resistance to superbugs. "I'm only
18," she writes, "and the idea of spending the rest of my life in this much discomfort sounds terrifying." Given that she had urinary issues before taking HRT, I have to wonder what the fuck is leading so many young women to such regular UTIs these days, because her story isn't exactly uncommon...
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It all started when I had my first UTI last summer.
My most prominent symptom with the UTI was bladder leakage, something I had never experienced prior to that. I was quickly put on antibiotics,
but the bladder leakage seemed to stay. Eventually it kind of went away and would only come back in spurts, and every time I experienced this, I assumed I had gotten another UTI.
Every single time I thought I had a UTI I would go to urgent care to get it checked out. It never showed up positive on the tests, but they would tell me the lab tests were positive for a UTI a few days after. Every time this happened I would get prescribed antibiotics.
It didn't get super bad until I started T back in May. I pretty much had constant UTI symptoms since the first week in and was consistently going to urgent care and being put on antibiotics back to back until eventually they told me to seek help elsewhere.
Around this time I had also been experiencing a lot of itching on my labia majora, so I went to see my gynecologist. I told her my problems and she prescribed me insertable localized estrogen tablets, as well as referring me to a urologist.
Once I finally got into the urologist, she looked over all my previous urine lab tests and revealed to me that I didn't actually have a UTI over half of those times since the bacterial levels(?) were too low to be considered one. She basically told me to stop taking antibiotics because I was building up a tolerance so much so that eventually they wouldn't be able to fight off a real infection. She explained my symptoms were probably due to the few UTIs I actually had + stress + starting HRT. She recommended I see a pelvic therapist when I moved for college, so I made sure I was on top of that.
Once I found a pelvic therapist, we started working together. We had worked together for about 8 weeks before I just now moved back home for winter break.
Despite all of this work I've been putting in to strengthen my pelvic floor, I'm not seeing symptoms improving really at all.
Within the past couple days
I've been experiencing more urgency, pain, and leakage than normal. I know this can't be a UTI because I just finished my last day of antibiotics for an actual UTI I had been tested positive for about a week ago.
I just really feel lost and as embarrassing as it sounds, I feel hopeless.
I'm only 18 and the idea of spending the rest of my life in this much discomfort sounds terrifying, and I really don't know what to do. Has anyone else experienced this? Does it get better? How do I make it get better?
Years ago at a pride parade, a TiF was chatting up an unfamiliar child who then watched as her fake dong slid down and out of her pants. In a rare display of transgender decency, she's been anxious ever since about wearing fauxnises out in public and hopes that the child wasn't scarred by the encounter, but naturally the doodz in the comments section insist that the kid will be fine and she should definitely continue wearing sex toys around strangers.
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I made a horrific mistake a few years ago at a pride parade. I went through the whole parade and at the end we stopped at a park to sit down. While sitting, a young child came to me and my friend and started talking to us.
Half way through, the kid pointed to my leg and asked “what’s that?”. When I looked down, I realised my packer had fallen out of place and was halfway out of my shorts. At the time I did everything to mitigate the situation.
I very quickly crossed my legs to hide the packer and pointed to a tattoo on my leg and said “it’s a tattoo”. The kid asked about it again but thankfully another adult came and told the kid to stop bothering us. I have not risked wearing a packer since that day. Has anyone else gone through this? Is this ever 100% avoidable and if so, how?
Is that kid going to be okay?
While recovering from getting his little buddy turned into medical waste, a tranny gets taken down a few notches when his nurse says he shouldn't go for FFS (facial feminization surgery) immediately after SRS - because in her opinion, it's his goofy voice and
his towering height of 6'4" that tipped her off to his maleness. Though OP tries to play it off as a simple cissie blunder, you can tell it really bruised his ego because he had to complain about it not just in r/MTF, but
r/StraightTransGirls too.
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Holiday heartbreak: after moving back to his small hometown and continuing to troon out around his family, a MTF's sister takes a stand and sends him a polite - if frosty - text declaring that he is no longer fit to see her children anymore. Interestingly, the rest of his family is allegedly supportive of his troonacy and upset with the sister's decision, so I wonder if there's something else at play that lead her to making such a decision?
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I'm pretty broken right now. For myself. And for my family. I know I'm blessed as I have a very close family that have been by my side through thick and thin.
My sister was the first person in the family that I came out to... and now this is where we are. Even my parents are unhappy and broken up by her reaction to me...existing. I hate this for my parents, and especially my aging grandmother. This breaks not only my heart, but theirs.
I have been lucky enough to be welcomed with open arms from everyone in my family, until now.
For context, I've lived in another state for the past 10 years up until March of this year when I moved back to my small hometown. I came out to my sister and eventually my family while living in the other state.
Once I moved back, things were great. We'd hang out, my niece/nephews loved me and were always excited when Aunt J came over. And then things slowly got more and more distant, and now this.
Idek what to respond. Or if I should, or want to.
"Hey. I hope you are doing well. I wanted to reach out before the holidays. I’m not sure what/if anything mom has said. I have been having a really difficult time with navigating things. Here is where I have landed for now. I love you and will always love you. I am fine with us talking or spending time together. However, I am choosing to stand with my own beliefs and knowing the kids are all at vulnerable stages that we will choose for them to not be around you or any partner for now. It’s not easy for me and I have not exactly known how to juggle this situation since you have moved back. This is where I will stand for my family. I love you and wanted to be transparent."
I love when troons 'n' poons are baffled at being misgendered as if it's some sort of mystical malignance that defies the ordinance of God's law instead of, well, people recognizing you as your birth sex. Perhaps the small city you moved to has more instances of misgendering because its populace is less likely to deploy courtesy pronouns instead of calling a spade a spade?
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I recently moved to a different smaller city I haven't heard of before. I don't know anyone here so everyone I meet is new to me and I am to them. Misgendering hasn't been an issue for me for a long time until I moved.
Now I get misgendered by people who know I'm trans, those that don't and those that read Mr. on any documents. I've been on T for 3 maybe 4 years now and
in my opinion I look really masculine. My voice is deep and I have somewhat of a beard. I don't shave anywhere except my armpits so i'm really hairy. Most of the time I wear black band shirts, baggy pants and a basic black jacket. The only thing that could be seen as feminine is my long dyed hair but I wouldn't instantly think everyone with long dyed hair is a woman.
I think people are misgendering me on purpose because no way everyone whose misgendered me thought I was a woman just because I have long hair??I love my hair but all this makes me want to cut it all off and get it back to my natural colour which I absolutely hate.I don't know what to do.
I've never really gotten misgendered a lot before. Only in school but my teachers were very supportive of me so it stopped pretty quickly.
I'm scared to speak up about it when it's happening and I don't want to change my hair. Are there other things I can do?
Or does anyone know how to get the courage to tell people I don't like them misgendering me?
