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How dare cis people try to control the language! :P

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Here's a reply amplifying the point. :lit:

Of course "trans" *is* a prefix in every other context, but never mind that. :christine:

It’s still a prefix here; the adjective is actually transsexual or transgender, but they shorten it to avoid the damning implications (aka the truth).
 
I always applaud doctors cashing in on the mentally ill but I feel like tit-chop-surgery on a holocaust survivor would be a bit too high of a death on the table risk even for crook.
yuck.webp
Checking in on this specimen that I felt looked like a holocaust survivor and I'm happy to say her mom tends to agree:
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Ana-chan, alcoholic and a tranny. Damn bitch, pick a struggle
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Hasn't really had any trans-related posts since I lasted posted her, don't think the stage of ED she's been in leaves any room for any other pursuits beyond not dying.
 
im sure WW1 vets that had their dick destroyed in battle (idk whatever the poem is about, im paraphrasing heavily here)
Wilfred Owen only wrote poetry for a couple of years; he was KIA in 1918.
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.

* * * * *

About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,—
In the old times, before he threw away his knees.
Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands,
All of them touch him like some queer disease.

* * * * *

There was an artist silly for his face,
For it was younger than his youth, last year.
Now, he is old; his back will never brace;
He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry,
And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race
And leap of purple spurted from his thigh.

* * * * *

One time he liked a blood-smear down his leg,
After the matches carried shoulder-high.
It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg,
He thought he'd better join. He wonders why.
Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts.
That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg,
Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts,
He asked to join. He didn't have to beg;
Smiling they wrote his lie: aged nineteen years.
Germans he scarcely thought of, all their guilt,
And Austria's, did not move him. And no fears
Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts
For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;
And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;
Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.
And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.

* * * * *

Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal.
Only a solemn man who brought him fruits
Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul.

* * * * *

Now, he will spend a few sick years in institutes,
And do what things the rules consider wise,
And take whatever pity they may dole.
Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.
How cold and late it is! Why don't they come
And put him into bed? Why don't they come?

I really hate that this tranny was taking pregnancy tests for the “vibes”.
The longer article and the transcript explain this. He was in the hospital's system as female, like he wanted, so that meant they required a urine test for pregnancy before surgery. Troon told the journo he was just going along to get along, cooperating with the pre-op checklist.

(Not sure how hamstrung that OR's policies are; sometimes the list says "female with functional reproductive anatomy" but sometimes it's "no record of hysterectomy." Quality and Risk does not want any flipper babies and the surgeon really isn't involved; this is check-in stuff.)

Part of that transcript was an employee saying "hey that's wack that we're making a transwoman pee test; someone should ask the facility's Trans Czar if there's an asterisk or something she can put in." And then that led to him being male in the system again, because healthcare IT.
 
Wilfred Owen only wrote poetry for a couple of years; he was KIA in 1918.
that was the saddest poem ive ever read :(
people often forget how bad the 1st world war really was, because of the attention ww2 received....that aside, how absolutely self centered and narcissistic for this young girl to even remotely try and connect this to her made up 1st world problems.
 
Over here, a personal assistant to help you with your wardrobe, looks and presentation is part of the tranny package (paid for by the public purse, of course). Do these people not get that, or is their advice getting in the way of gooning in a mini-skirt?
Late but what the fuck? Are you an Aussie? You guys have tranny confidantes as an actual job position?
 
that was the saddest poem ive ever read :(
people often forget how bad the 1st world war really was, because of the attention ww2 received....that aside, how absolutely self centered and narcissistic for this young girl to even remotely try and connect this to her made up 1st world problems.
I think some of it might have to do with schools no longer showing images related to the wars because that would be 'too triggering' for the special snowflakes.
 
Seems as if the TiFs are getting more bold about their gay fetishism lately, but at least some of them have tiny whispers of reality still slithering into their ears; it's a shame they're inevitably shouted down by their fellow Sisters of the Woven Sock Cock into disregarding their instincts.
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Books helped me realize that I’m trans - the fact that so many straight, cis woman read and obsess over gay romance now makes me uncomfortable

I remember starting to read gay/trans/queer romance from a super young age. Like maybe 12. If any books I read had a gay character, I would go back and reread their parts, over and over, with this longing that I couldn’t understand at the time. The feeling that I wanted to love a boy the way a boy did. The need to feel like a man.
As I got older, I realized I was trans. Started transitioning. Realized that, wow, I can be a romantic man and have a boyfriend and have the life I wanted.
But, this newer insurgence of straight, cis women being obsessed with gay romance makes me uncomfortable. Dysphoric. All I can think is ‘what if I’m just like them?’ What if I’m just a woman who fetishizes men and that’s why I did this.

I don’t understand why women are so obsessed with gay romances. Even trans romances too. I don’t get it. I was obsessed because I could see myself in it, in the characters. I just don’t understand. And it makes me feel dysphoric.
Edit: when I say it’s newer, I mean it seems like social media has given it a platform. Ie, the past 10 years or so. Often times, the only people I see writing or talking about mlm books are women.
Sorry another edit: I feel like maybe I could have been more clear. Anyone can enjoy MLM romances! 100%. But my dysphoria makes it hard for me to understand and not compare/feel bad about myself. Hence why it’s a vent ya know.
The young stepbrother of a tranny still refers to him him as the male that he is, much to the tranny's chagrin; though he's already been out for nearly two years, his father and stepmother have done little to try and navigate the difficult conversation with their son, for reasons which OP assumes is because they're hoping to 'ride out' his transition as a phase. Personally, I feel like he glossed over the more likely answer a bit too briefly, which is that the stepmother seems anxious that OP may influence her son to troon out, too. Seeing as OP talks about whipping out his "double Ds," maybe she has a point.
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6yr old brother keeps misgendering/deadnaming me. How do I explain to my parents?

I’m writing this because I’m in a bit of an uncomfortable situation with my dad, step mom, and 6 year old step brother. For reference, I’m 23yrs old - exactly 1yr 10m on mones. My family in general are very supportive, as are my friends.
My mom, step dad, and sister all call me by my new name. They gave me a stocking with my name on it..I feel so seen by them. I know they’d have no issues with me continuing on with my transition socially and physically as I have. Surgically too.
My dad, step-mom, and little brother though- I’m having trouble voicing how I feel. I came out to my dad and SM over a year ago now. I told them I want to get surgery, that it isn’t just social and while it was hard for my dad in particular to hear- they said they love me and will support me no matter what. My dad even offered to help me look for reputable surgeons/doctors. I thought at that time this would mean they’d work towards educating my little brother as well..but none of that has happened.
They’ve gotten me stuff that says “#1 big brother” - my little brother seems ADAMANT on always calling me brother and a boy. “Brothers play-flight” “brothers do xyz…”. Whenever I look SLIGHTLY feminine he says I look like my sister or why am I wearing earrings when those aren’t for boys? I always tell him anyone can wear earrings or makeup. I do not blame him at all. I don’t blame anyone, but I feel uncomfortable because while my parents know VERY well this is something I’m doing and do not plan to stop, they have seemingly taken no steps to educate him. It makes me feel like I have to stifle my style, hide my breasts, not wear makeup…etc because they clearly aren’t educating him.
He calls me my deadname, obviously says “he” and such. So does my SM and Dad. They will at least say “they” or a hyphenated version of my chosen name…but still, it’s hard for me.
I know it’s hard for my dad because even when I thought I was a gay man he was bothered by flamboyance and femininity. Now I’m literally transitioning to a woman. I feel like he, both of them- don’t acknowledge or think about it as much as they should. This isn’t temporary, I plan to transition FULLY medically and surgically and I’ve said as such. I know I’m young, but still.
Especially because, keep in mind, I’m an international flight attendant. I pass and am gendered correctly everyday, even in countries where being trans is VERY shunned or illegal. I’m a beautiful woman, I know I am- I’m told as such often. So while I’m traveling the world outside of my hometown and being 100% authentically myself, I have to come home and be misgendered and not really acknowledged properly by this part of my family.
I honestly think my SM in particular doesn’t want to really talk to him about certain things because #1 she doesn’t want to break this illusion of me being his “big brother” & #2 she thinks somehow because I’m trans, and he follows everything I do- somehow it’ll influence him.
Which hurts me because I’d never make him be anything he’s not? As if being around trans people is what makes others trans. He’s such a boy, he loves “boy” things and me being trans would never change that.
Me being trans would also never affect mine and his’ relationship if they educated him properly. It wouldn’t affect me and him unless THEY let it.
I love him so much, and I LOVED being his brother…but I’d love him to get to know me as his sister, too. None of this will change how I interact or play with him.
It just sucks. Like today, for example- we’re at a Browns sports club watching a game. I look so cute, young woman to a T and I have him walking around calling me my very much BOY name lol. Asking me to go in the boys room with him. I don’t want to live my life having my little brother unknowingly possibly getting me clocked & misgendering me. As I continue with my transition I will only change more and then won’t that be more confusing for him?
I just need help on how to bring up my concerns to my dad and SM without upsetting them or overstepping. Because while he is my little brother, he’s NOT my child, and it doesn’t feel like my place to educate him. But at the same time, all of this does hurt me and make me uncomfortable. Maybe I just need to give it time until he’s older, but then I feel the older he gets, the sooner he might meet some friends who end up bad mouthing people like me. THAT is how hate is bred, and I want to teach him love.
I’m just confused, and I know I’m blessed in many ways- but I’m confused. I also plan on getting surgeries in my 20s, I want to get my breast done VERY soon. So…it’s also a matter of time. Do they want to start educating him now, when I’m still early in my transition? Or when I pop out with double Ds…
I know what I want more than ever and I’m not going to STOP for anyone but at the same time I want to be delicate, because I know this is a transition for my family, too…
Can't spell "hovel" without "ho": in a desperate bid to put food on the table, a straight-with-extra-steps couple streams themselves having sex for money, making only a measly $30 for roughly three hours of content while living in a dilapidated hotel. Due to the dilapidation of said hotel, the TiF half of the equation realizes that it's likely her other neighbors overheard their digital prostitution and fears she's now left a very negative impression of transgenderism upon them.
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I'm mortified and feel like a complete embarrassment to us.

TW: Sex work
I'm going fucking crazy and freaking the fuck out right now. I want to scream.
So, my partner and I are going through hard times, just as most people are right now. We were recently kicked out of where we were staying without notice, and have been doing our best to bounce back.
I used to do sex work before my transition, so did my girlfriend shortly after she transitioned. I gave up because my heart wasn't in it, and I wasn't sure there would be a market for me post-transition. My girlfriend gave up because she felt stressed about coming up with ideas to do by herself.

Anyway, she suggested we try it again now as a couple, and I said fuck it, why not? We have no food in the refrigerator, and we had to do something.
It ended up actually being an alright time, and even though we only made $30 for like three hours of streaming, I thought it was pretty good. Honestly, I'd say it was actually kinda fun.
That was until I realized something.
You see, we're staying in a hotel, the kind of hotel where all of the residents are ones who life there effectively as renters, which is what we plan to do at least until winter is over. I'm sure you can see the direction that this is going in.
Honestly, though, this would be fine because this hotel is really old, and like most of the older buildings in this town, it has hella thick walls. Nice, right? I mean, we weren't absolutely screaming at the top of our lungs, so what's the problem?
Well...
Another feature that comes with older buildings, not just in this town, but in general, is that if people don't take proper care of them, the start to deteriorate and can kinda become shitty.
Case and point: our fucked up window.
You see, reader of this post, our window doesn't shut right. In fact, it doesn't even move. It's forever stuck with this stupid little gap between two of the panels, which not only lets some of the winter air in, which can be annoying, but also, I imagine, lets sound out. Fuck.
Now I can't stop thinking about how we're probably the only trans people that anyone here has ever lived next to, but they've heard us have sex on camera for people online, and probably think we're crazy sex freaks who are forcing our transness and sexuality on people by having sex so that they can hear it. I think I might just wander into the woods and lie in the snowy dirt until I pass away like a fatally wounded animal.
And you know what's worse? We went outside to have a cigarette and this lady came out and when we said hello and waved (before I put the pieces together in my mind about everything) and she ignored us. Do you think she knows? I think she fucking knows. I feel like she heard us. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH HELP MEEEEEE!!!!!!! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
I just want to be normal and fit in with other people so that they see that trans people aren't so bad and we're not like these crazy caricatures that the media wants to make us out to be! I feel like I not only fucking ruined it for my girlfriend and me, but made all trans people look bad! I feel so stupid, and I hate myself for not thinking. I just want to take care of us. Fuck. I'm so sorry to everyone.
At her very first job, a li'l dood can't last longer than three months before calling it quits right around the holidays because her meaniebutt manager keeps engaging in such cruelties as "identifying her as female" and "using her legal name on her checks." Even when she went to the trouble of crushing down her chest all shift and putting on her growliest boy-voice (boice?), the poor thing just kept being called a girl! Haven't any of you the heart to play her a song on violins for mice?
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had to quit my job due to a transphobic GM.

Its been over a week since this all went down, still trying to find a new job. I‘ve already went through all of the steps to get this dealt with, whether its ranting/venting to friends, or going to HR about the situation. I have people in my life that are telling me and helping me feel validated in my choices, but majority are cis people and it just sucks not telling people that also experience similar things i guess? like i feel like im just getting cis pity and some people i talk to i dont even think understand just how bad this situation sucks for me.it wasnt a local business, but the store was locally owned, so everyone kinda knows each other employee wise to manager to hr. i did my full 90 days, and everything but i just couldnt be there anymore. ever since i started there, my gm (who hired me on spot) would not use my correct pronouns and even sometimes slipped up with my deadname in the beginning. throughout my full 90+ day period they never once used my correct pronouns (he/him), i had a talk with them as well a week or so before i quit, and they still did nothing. it wasnt even a ‚she- or sorry he!‘ situation, just straight up using she/her always never once apologizing or correcting themselves. it spread to many of my fellow coworkers and pretty soon everyone was using she/her on me. i just couldnt work there anymore, it was so humiliating every day being 9+ months on T, binding all shift, pushing my voice down, and still being called a woman. i had so many unnecessary convos about my gender to people because they were confused on why my gm kept calling me a woman/she/her. now, i wasnt going to go to hr about it, until i went to grab my last paycheck. i tried grabbing it myself but since i didnt work there i couldnt, my gm told me that they would have a coworker grab it (a friend of mine who knew my deadname) but instead they had someone who didnt know me well grab it, and while there were many customers in the store, plus many employees, told the employee that my check wouldnt be under my name. „Oh by the way you wont find it under (preferred name) it‘ll be under the name (deadname) ! you wouldnt be able to find any check under (preferred name)“ and they laughed about it. its been a week and im still so humiliated. im having to job hunt like crazy, holiday season is now and i dont have any money left, i have essentially bills i need to pay for monthly. im just humiliated, this was also my first job. again i just keep saying it but it was just so humiliating and embarrassing and i just still feel so hurt and stupid. i always respected everyone at my work and even when i talked with them about my pronouns and tried to make it very clear i was not upset and just wanted them to know that it did effect me especially during work. i dont know, sorry for long post. i just struggle so bad with this right now.
A man who has committed himself to a lifelong membership of an insane psuedoreligion makes himself feel bad when he remembers normal people exist, and they don't like him. The part where he has problems with being seen as "potentially dangerous" to "otherwise just irritating" amuses me; for your political enemies, they have had to face actual, actionable threats of violence and social destruction. But hey, I'm sure being seen as "just irritating" is the same as half of the replies to your average JKR tweet.
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How do you reconcile with the fact that so many people hate you?

I recognize that this is something I probably should’ve addressed sooner but it just hit me today. I was reading a book and it came to mind that chances are, the author of this book likely doesn’t approve of my existence as a trans woman. And a lot of people are like that. I decided a long time ago that I don’t care what others think about me, but I find that living with that thought is incredibly isolating and leaves me really numb. Being loved and recognized is all I really want out of life, but barring a miracle, I will always bear the weight of being recognizably transgender. Thanks to political pushes this means that numerous people who I run into out in the world have it in their heads that I’m potentially dangerous, or otherwise just irritating.
I don’t really know if there’s anything to be done about all this. I just want to believe there’s more I can do than just coping with the realization that everyone I meet is at minimum subtly uncomfortable with me. I’m not turning back, I couldn’t have gone on living as man.
Back in September, a TiF whose parents have attempted to have her exorcised of demons was complaining endlessly about her younger brother growing from a boy to a man. Did you think she got more normal since then? Nope! Only crazier! In fact, OP's post history is so full of constant despair - as she is a Brazilian girl raised by evangelical Christians and she suffers from PMDD which is, essentially, Actual For Real Hysteria - that she has become a bit of a personal cow to me. Kiwis, keep your eyes peeled for more posts about Bobslegenda1945, because I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of her.
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I regret ever wanting a brother. Tw: dysphoria

I love him, and I'll kind of try my best, but I don't think I'll just "put up with it" and try to "look normal."
I was very stupid as a child. I should never have wished for a brother.
Obviously that my child version would think and project "If I had a young brother, he would have the luck I never had and I would be happy for him, and that would make me stop getting sad for not being a boy. Please God, give me a young brother."
Fuck, I was such an idiot. He already haves 11 and is almost at my height, while I am 19.
I will not be fucking able to survive. I won't be able to see him in the puberty.

I already feels dysphoric as fuck, feel that I will not be able to live like that for more 10 years, keeps ignoring the mirror, don't have self care, can't even Fucking FALL IN LOVE, because of that. Everyone seems to be so happy and comfortable in their bodies, and I have to be in that fucking hell.
I will not be able to look at him, I will only wish to be locked in my bedroom, don't talk any word. And I feel like I will get a lot of anger and hate in my heart. I just want to get soon into a far away uni, so I will not be able to notice anything.
I hate that family, they know that I am dysphoric as fuck, that It makes me suicidal. Fuck, I am not even considering my dysphoria like just a feeling, but a mental condition that needs transition to at least be able to live more years or not have a miserable life. But omg, it should be that fucked up religion. "It is a sin, it is a sin". Fuck that, if I kill myself I will go to hell too, right? I t will not change any shit.
They kinda prefer seeing me in a real hell than accepting or imagining it as a mental health condition. I could be taking T for free at 18, but if I do that, God knows what the fuck would happen to me. I tried already a fucking suicide due dysphoria, and they just ignore it and doesn't notice that yeah, I need transition to help me (I will not forget about doing therapy too).
Talking about God, I feel like I am a fucking joke to him. It is like "hey, I am bored? What about making a new human? Yeah, let's fucking give a male soul to them and give him a female body! It will be interesting to see how it will reacts.
Oh, we should put more angst! Let's give them a unsupportive family, and be born in a religion that keeps telling them that searching for the only way to have a good life that they will go to hell, that they are sinning and a religious group that see him worse than r*pists. Yeah, that will be so fun! Can't wait to see how he will react when his lil brother gets in puberty too! It is funnier than just making a cis boy who will not be agonizing 24/7 about his brother and everyone will take him seriously if he cried about having low T or small dick! Let's fucking made that new human loose his young years due dysphoria! It is not already enough. While he will be agonizing, we will make a doctor prescribe T for 3 months to his young brother who was 10 at that time 🥰🥰🥰"
Damn, what a mess, I'm so envious of those who have supportive parents, were able to use blockers, and had T early. Or fucking just being a cis guy. I would go through the right puberty without the fear of faking it or "not being trans", And I'm probably only anxious about that part because this whole religion and dysphoria thing has taken away all my self-confidence.So, even though I have dreams, knowing that I want T, surgeries, and that I don't want small bottom growth, I'm still "afraid of faking it," even though I'm not faking anything anymore.
Hate that religion made my parents don't accept, how that says that I am sinning and will go to hell for wanting to just be happy or at least not kms, hate that church who keeps saying that trans people are possessed and are like zoos or p*dos. Hate that fucking shit puberty that I went through. I hate how it It gave me thighs, hips, butt, breasts, I hate it. What a mess, I'm almost crying over this disaster. Damn, during puberty I just isolated myself, drew, avoided mirrors and photos, and every time I noticed the changes I felt really bad.
That is not a cool joke, God. I hate that all, and I hate my family for caring more about religion. If I died they would prob tell that it was God doing that to save me from hell, because I would do something "wrong" like start hrt.
I just hope I can study well, get out of this hell, and become the person I've always wanted to be. The test I'm going to take is difficult; I'll have to pretend to be a girl, but at least it will guarantee me a good wage and get out of this hell as soon as possible. But God, I keep getting in panic attacks when I start to think about the time making my body more fem, my breast growing, or getting pregnant without wanting, and I cry for not having a dick, being small and looking like a girl. I am taking pop birth control to stop periods and treat pmdd. I hope that it at least helps me a little.
Sorry, it got longer than what I wanted
Also, fuck that my family doesn't even let me wearing masc clothes, or cutting my hair in the way I like, and a lot of other things. Fuck them allKinda love them, but I wish that they could be different or change. Why do they have to be just like that? My mother keeps me forcing to go to church, even if I am so traumatized with that place, that I keep crying and the panic makes me even have SI. She already enrolled me in a church camp, even though I have these reactions; she only warned me a day before. I had to lie and say I was dying of cramps because I couldn't stop crying.
We probably are just a fucking joke to God
The traditionalist streak in the heart of this FTM's girlfriend forces her to ask the girlfriend's father for her hand in marriage, and the response from dear papa is less than satisfying for OP. This is a serious case of melodrama because he doesn't even outright disrespect her! Still, because his reaction wasn't a glowing review of OP, she now has cold feet about signing herself up for this for the rest of her life. Ah, what love and loyalty lies in the heart of a troon or poon.
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Asking for FIL'S blessing went wrong...

I (28, trans man) clinically transitioned at 17. I’ve been living with my girlfriend (28) for the last three years. We’ve been together since 2019. We actually went to the same elementary school in Peru, but she moved to Canada as a kid. Years later, when she visited Peru, we reconnected, fell in love, and the rest is history.
I moved to Canada for my master’s and to be with her. From the beginning, we knew things might be complicated because her family is very conservative and not open-minded. When I first moved here, it took them some time, but eventually they started inviting me to things, asking me to come to dinners, making plans with me. They seemed to accept me and want to spend time with me.
My girlfriend and I have talked about marriage and decided it was the next step. She said it was important to her that I ask her dad for his blessing. I really disliked the idea — her parents are underwhelming people, and the whole tradition feels sexist and archaic, especially since she doesn’t even live with them anymore. But because it mattered to her, I wrapped my head around it and decided to do it. I even planned to speak to both her mom and dad. I had low expectations — I didn’t expect warmth, just neutrality.
But it went worse than I imagined.
The moment I started saying the words, her dad’s face turned white. Her mom opened her mouth, like “oh.” Then the nonsense started.

Her dad said something like: “Mmm, well… there’s no inconvenience, I think. Right, Cecilia? The only thing is I want my daughter to be happy. If this is what she chose… good. But I want to ask you to help her get closer to the family. Even the family in Peru notices how distant she is. They’re willing to accept you and everything. And I’m not going to lie, this has been a whole process for all of us. But what can we do? If she’s happy, then fine.”
He made it sound like I was some big obstacle they had to endure.
I wanted to leave, but I tried to stay grounded. I told them that in my life, ive never faced any challenges for being a trans man — from other gfs family, own family, relationships, work, school — the only real obstacle has been them. But that thankfully things had seemed to improve. I also told them clearly that I’ve had nothing to do with my girlfriend distancing herself from the extended family in Peru; if anything, they should be the ones making the effort to repair things because she’s been disappointed by them.
Then her dad said: “Everyone is okay with you. I’ve told my friends that you’re… that… and there’s no problem.” " I had to tell them because thiss was a whole process for me, and i couldnt lie, becausse what if they know you from the past" (non sense)
I told him he shouldn’t be going around telling people details about me like that — it’s unnecessary and disrespectful.
The whole conversation kept dragging on. I wanted to run away.
Now I’m questioning everything. Am I signing up for this for life?
I just want to run away

and i dont know if i should talk about this with my gf , before the proposal? is supposed to happen next week.
Finally, a TiF who lives with two biological males resents the fact that despite stamping her feet and insisting she's one of the guys, they still relegate her to being the housekeeper - which hurts her feelings, because she's not a woman, she's a human being just like them!
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Gender dysphoria when social dynamics push you into a “female-coded” role

I wanted to share something that’s been bothering me and see if anyone else relates.This is about how certain social dynamics (especially around cis men) can unintentionally push you into gendered roles that don’t fit you.
I live with my best friend and his boyfriend. His boyfriend never puts the toilet seat down, leaves things dirty, never does chores unless reminded… and I’m exhausted from constantly asking.
Exhausted from seeing pee on the toilet because he won’t sit down to piss. Exhausted from being the only one who notices or cares.
And beyond the obvious frustration, it triggers gender dysphoria for me.
Every time I’m lowering the toilet seat, I can’t avoid thinking: I don’t have a penis.And every time I remind someone to clean up, to do basic chores, to stop being disgusting… I feel pushed into this culturally “female” role: the caretaker, the reminder, the one who “nags,” the one who keeps the house running, the one managing the group’s emotional labor.
I’m not their mom, I’m not their girlfriend, I’m not their housemaid.But the dynamic keeps dragging me into that role.
And when it happens, it hits right at my identity. It makes me feel like I’m performing something that isn’t me — something that makes me feel less like myself.
Does anyone else feel this?
 
How dare cis people try to control the language! :P
By their reasoning, "congresswoman" is dehumanizing language.

I think some of it might have to do with schools no longer showing images related to the wars because that would be 'too triggering' for the special snowflakes.
But they still bring kids to holocaust museums because reasons.
 
Seems as if the TiFs are getting more bold about their gay fetishism lately, but at least some of them have tiny whispers of reality still slithering into their ears; it's a shame they're inevitably shouted down by their fellow Sisters of the Woven Sock Cock into disregarding their instincts.
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But, this newer insurgence of straight, cis women being obsessed with gay romance makes me uncomfortable.
Newer insurgence?! Awful rich considering women were pairing Kirk and Spock together almost 60 years ago.

All I can think is ‘what if I’m just like them?’ What if I’m just a woman who fetishizes men and that’s why I did this.
Ah yes, the very manly behavior of going to your fellow masculine dudebros for desperate reassurance you aren't some icky woman with a fetish. Sorry, little pooner, you're a mentally ill fujo who got lost in the sauce so hard you wanted to become the dainty uke to a nice, large handed lad.
 
Nah, for rectal cancer he got to have at least a CT pelvis done -- and there is nothing to hide: the absence of uterus and vagina, and "a hyperdense organ, measured 3.0 x 3.3 x 2.7 cm, located inferior to the urinary bladder, this is compatible with the male prostate".
According to the surgeon's comments this brave and stunning woman also has a penis and scrotum.
If I was asked by a hospital whether I might be pregnant, I'd be tempted to act dumb, "Dunno. Is there any way of checking." and leave it up to them what to do. Ask a stupid question and all that. But then I'm a Brit so they'd be the ones paying.
I'm convinced the tranny enjoyed taking those pregnancy tests for the same reason old people get flattered when they're carded for age-restricted purchases. That's what he meant by "I didn't want to go into surgery with any bad vibe" --> "It's affirming for me to get urine screens for conditions that will never happen to me."

The traditionalist streak in the heart of this FTM's girlfriend forces her to ask the girlfriend's father for her hand in marriage, and the response from dear papa is less than satisfying for OP. This is a serious case of melodrama because he doesn't even outright disrespect her! Still, because his reaction wasn't a glowing review of OP, she now has cold feet about signing herself up for this for the rest of her life. Ah, what love and loyalty lies in the heart of a troon or poon
The Chad move is to bring the engagement ring to the meeting with your bride to be's dad and show it off and ask directly: "is this sufficient to demonstrate my interest?" (this works better if you get an impressive looking ring ofc, but with lab stones that is trivial tbh, and it should always be worth 3mos. income your bride will know if it wasn't) but you can't tell pooners the steps to the dance. They cannot replicate them, they will always be weird lesbos trying to kinda sorta fit in to the mold.
 
By his own admittion he is a large fatfuck who is constantly being clocked and humiliated by normal people. But sure thing sweetie, you're "stealth", the soccer ladies can't even tell lmao.
:story: so he’s a big fat fat fuck trying to crash into women on the field and he can’t figure out why practice is hostile. I like how in his retelling, the coach straight up tells him that they’ll be following the law from now on but he carries on like nothing was said. They’ve probably tried to fire him like this a few times and the eatbeast just keeps showing up to throw his weight around at practice.
TBH, it sounds like he deliberately recorded it in the hope of suing the Trust rather than getting a job. I can’t think of any other reason you’d record it.
the a&n article has a quote from him about wanting to take the pregnancy test to “be easy” and prevent “bad vibes” - I got the feeling staff said something like “oh they’ve ordered your pregnancy test but I’m just going to mark it down negative, you don’t have to do all that.” Which pissed him off so he recorded to see if they’d misgender him or make fun of him. During the recording they apparently referenced that moment during the surgery and it bothered him enough that the article included a quote about how he totally didn’t mind taking the test. Article also had tons of agp navel gazing about how between turbo ass cancer treatments and dysphoria, he “had” to undergo all these surgeries to be “a pretty corpse” lol
 
Finally, a TiF who lives with two biological males resents the fact that despite stamping her feet and insisting she's one of the guys, they still relegate her to being the housekeeper - which hurts her feelings, because she's not a woman, she's a human being just like them!
Holy shit, toilet seat drama??? YWNBAM even if she could supress the most sterotypical woman gripe. :smug:
 
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This is what she got for all her trouble and pain.
A blatant woman who despite having the titchop, still looks like she has a pair of low hangers.
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The morbid irony with troons is that while yeah, HRT will cause severe health issues no matter what later down the line, troons are also notorious attention-seekers who, if they aren't already a munchie, will later become a munchie due to the troon stuff not garnering them enough brownie points. I can't take a tranny seriously when they bring up any sorta illness, same with libshits in general at this point,
 
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