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Trannies, moreover gorillahon troonjaks, tend to forget that not everything is inside their echo chamber
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If they had their way you wouldn't be able to speak at all. Any words. These people don't even like it when black folk say, "hard r," nigger which, by their rules, should be the ones most allowed to say it.Sadly they don't seem to realise that there is no word out there that is immune to being used as a slur
Brittany Venti (who is half-black) did blackface for last Halloween and black Twitter had a complete meltdown over it. Not even black people are allowed to do blackface apparently.If they had their way you wouldn't be able to speak at all. Any words. These people don't even like it when black folk say, "hard r," nigger which, by their rules, should be the ones most allowed to say it.
I had forgotten she existed.Brittany Venti (who is half-black) did blackface for last Halloween and black Twitter had a complete meltdown over it. Not even black people are allowed to do blackface apparently.
The way these people talk about the surreal, idealistic teenage sex experiences they feel they had missed out on (which they've experienced through some tv show, LOL) is hilarious.a gender-confused gay man burns with envy over a different fictional gay relationship... between... women?
After trying on his wife's clothes in private following a conversation about sterilization, a prototranny realizes he may have a more female soul than he once thought - but his attempts to confess this to said wife fall flat as she assumes he merely struggles with her low sex drive. Impotent in more ways than one, OP acquiesces to her assumption, but still feels that feminine fire burn within.Five year relationship ended because of my transition
Hi everyone, my girlfriend of nearly five years broke up with me out of the blue in May. I’ve done nothing but hurt these past eight months, so I’m turning to some of the only people that might understand. I’m sorry it’s gonna be long, but if you have the time and energy, I would really appreciate your support.
We met in 2019 in high school and became instant best friends. Then in 2020 when we were single at the same time, we feel in love with each other and started dating. Our relationship was perfect, we were lovers and best friends. Everyone said high school sweethearts never make it, except us. We went to college together, and only got closer as we grew up side by side.
I came out to her as a woman a year before we broke up, after a few years of questioning my gender and progressively becoming more androgynous. She was supportive the whole time, and often asked me if I was a woman, saying it would be okay if I was. I always said I didn’t know, until my egg broke, but still she was loving, supportive, and adjusted immediately. I started HRT in October of 2024, and that didn’t change. She was worried I would change, but I assured her that I would only look different and would be the same person she’s loved, just happier. Eventually, she pinky promised she believed me (we don’t break pinky promises)
That was also our last year of college, which we spent sharing a room in anticipation of moving in together after graduation. Our life together was wonderful, and we had no serious issues in our relationship except that we were having sex less often. When I brought this up, she attributed it to her Zoloft dose, which was wrecking her libido, and that it was our senior years and we were both incredibly busy. Still, we were happy and we were working on it.
The week after graduation she was more distant, but she was spending it with family. I was used to this each time we got home, as despite her family being Pentecostal evangelical and not know about my gender, she was very close with them, so I thought little of it. We planned to hang out after she was done with therapy that Friday, but when she got to my house and came into my room she had the most somber look in her eyes. She told me she didn’t think she was the right person for me, and I needed to be with someone who could love me fully. She saw me as a woman, but didn’t see herself being with one. She wasn’t attracted to my anymore. I cried and plead with her; she never mentioned this, couldn’t we talk it out and fix it like we had with everything before? We kissed and hugged and she left. I collapsed to my knees, and after kicking her out, my mother raced to come hold me.
The person I loved the most in the world, and I thought loved me as much, couldn’t love the real me. My transition had been many things up to this point, but I hadn’t suffered such a massive loss, nor did I think I would. My parents, my family, I could bear, as long I had her. Since then my transition has been tainted. I’ve progressed nicely, updated my wardrobe with the help of my supportive family, and pass every day with little effort, but I can’t help feeling that to become my true self I had to lose everything. I have a therapist, I’m on meds, but some days I don’t know how I’ll be able to live with this pain forever. My plans for my life collapsed, and everything feels fake. I’m rebuilding; I’m in grad school and have a job now, but I swear I could wake up from this nightmare any moment.
For some months I’ve been dating a wonderful lesbian who knows about what I’ve been through. She affirms me, treats me very well, and has helped me a lot with clothes and makeup. But everyday it hurts, and I can’t help thinking about my ex. I know many others’ transitions ended relationships and marriages. How did you girls deal with it? Does it get better? Will the woman I’ve become ever be more than this loss?
Isla-nd: a TiM declares his new name to be Isla in a nervous confessional text to his parents, but rather than get the celebration he had hoped for, the cold, passive response from his parents makes him feel as if he's alone on a deserted shore.Well, it went over like a lead balloon...
I broke down and tried coming out to my wife this morning.
She ended up telling me shes sorry I am sexually frustrated due to her low libido, but she thinks we need to exercise and get out more before I think about anything that jeopardizes my T or testes...
she wasnt really listening, she just got angry and apologetic while I tried to tell her that this had nothing to do with sexual frustration with her, that I really did feel like my testes were an enemy, that the only way I would feel better is to limit or eliminate their influence on my life... fogging my mind and keeping me under a cloud that I didn't fully realize until now, is too thick for me to just shrug off anymore.
She wants me to talk to a pastor rather than a therapist to try and figure out 'why you feel this way all of the sudden', despite me trying to outline the many tines over my life I now see has moments that were signaling this.
So... Idk if we are done or not.
I finally gave up amd told her thanks for talking, we had a moment where I cried for a different reason than I know she cried, I told her a bold faced lie about feeling better, bc I had to go anywhere but there. I made sure to do the usual routine of saying our morning goodbye, hug, kiss on the cheek...
I figured this is how this would go.
I just don't know where to go from here.
tl;dr my wife just thinks I am sexually frustrated and doesnt understand how bad I want this now.
A pediatric transitioner, now nearly an adult, is isolated and shamed by her fellow troons 'n' poons for the privilege of having parents that follow the party line and mutilate their children based on politically biased medical doctrine. Because she started early, she passes well, according to her own account; as such, her less-than-passable peers have started turning a blind eye to her troubles. This story has to be fake because I was always told that transitioning underage was the key to true happiness and salvation, so what do you mean there are severe physical and social consequences for such a thing? Must be a TERF psyop!Just told my parents I want to go by a different name and she/her pronouns
I sent my parents this whole text (it's easier for me to talk over text bc I stutter and cry a lot)
I have something important to say, and I'm only doing it over text because it makes it easier for me to get it all out, not because it's something to brush off. I'd like to change my name to Isla (pronounced like eye-luh) and my pronouns to she/her. I only want this in private for now. I think that this is something that can really help my gender dysphoria and make my mental health overall better. And I'm not expecting perfection, just that you try. Thank you and I love you
Along with me telling them they can let my brother know when they pick him up, and the only response I got was "You should tell him not us." I don't even get an I love you back, not anything else. I just feel so sad I wanted to be called Isla and I didn't even get addressed
Upon his dazzling exit from the closet and into the wonderful world of girlhood, a troon soon realizes that polite acceptance at face value does not a long term ally make, as many who were initially receptive to his new identity have slowly severed ties with him. It's fascinating the way that they simultaneously hate bombastic rejections, yet when you simply smile and nod, they act as if they've been robbed of a pivotal moment in the theater production of their lives.I transitioned at 14, now I feel isolated from my trans peers
I am extremely happy I transitioned. I was privileged enough to have very supportive parents, a ready diagnosis by 13, and I was able to start hormone therapy before high school. Since then I have mostly passed, other than the few times other trans people have purposefully outed me because I “don’t deserve the privilege”. I am now in grade 12, and I am rapidly losing all of my friends. They constantly express their jealousy towards my ability to transition before puberty, which I of course understand, however they also continuously disregard my lived experience as a woman, and the fact that I still live with female reproductive organs to depict me as an ignorant cis male. This depiction, especially within my own trans peers, has made me feel completely isolated. Because of the way the government is treating trans people right now, I have been extremely dysphoric and uncomfortable recently, and can’t seem to fit in with trans men OR cis men. I am looking for affirmation from other trans people who have perhaps also felt isolation based on their socialization after starting hormone therapy young, or just advice for how to grapple with the idea that my body has been “mutilated” that the government and media constantly push. I love having trans friends, and have found some of the best community and friends from our community, but I don’t want to talk about any of this to them for fear of sounding like i’m not appreciative of my medical progress. I’m sorry if this sounds rushed, i’m writing quickly…
A skyscraping crossdresser can't stop pointing out the pipsqueakery of his pooner partner, which is leading the TiF in this T4T relationship to be incredibly insecure about her perfectly ordinary height of 5'4". The part where the tranny says OP should walk on stilts had me rolling, so this is definitely a must-read, especially because she says that her partner has his own insecurities about his own height! Talk about PVP enabled.I always thought my friendships would end in a bang...
...instead they've ended with a whimper.
I've been coming out to my friends, and while I figured I'd lose some friends it's just not quite happened like a pictured. No one said anything rude or transphobic to me, but instead just assurances that they don't care, it doesn't matter, etc. But then, they just end up stopping talking to me. Friends that I would talk to on a semi-regular basis gone silent now. Thankfully this isn't all my friends, but it's happened more than once.
I expected to lose some people, and I always worried about what they might have said, but I really haven't expected the "acceptance" followed by being silently dropped. Have you other girls experienced this?
A "stealth" (i.e., deceptive) FTM learns from a friend that her ruse is not quite as bulletproof as she had hoped and that the friend has been aware of OP's secret femaleness for nearly half a year. Now OP is in quite a predicament where she's debating cutting off the friend (and another mutual friend, who informed said friend of OP's real name) because she gave up everything in life to reinvent herself, and even a single chink in this armor will bring the whole suit down to the ground. Weird how transition is meant to bring you closer to your "real self," yet actual honest and authentic people never have these issues...gf keeps bringing up my height
tagged nsfw for brief mention of bedroom dynamics.
My gf (also trans) keeps bringing up how into tall people she is, and how being around someone tall makes her feel a certain way that nothing else does.
I have told her that it makes me feel bad when she says things about wishing i was taller. and she even verbally acknowledges it now.. but then still says whatever she was going to say after acknowledging it. Comments about how i should get platforms shoes, or even joked about stilts.
Its getting to the point where Im getting dysphoric about my height even tho ive never been before. I usually have dated transmasc people and have even been the taller one in several of my relationships.
I wont go tit for tat and say some crap to her like "well maybe you should be shorter" because shes insecure about her height, but im at a loss at how to get her to understand its hurting me in that same way and making me insecure about my height.
Our relationship is amazing in every other way, other than my dysphoria is now creeping into our bedroom a bit. Im a top and usually very confident, but have been wavering due to worry shes not attracted to me. Shes reassured me otherwise but again just keeps bringing up the height which makes me wary.
Also we arent monogamous, so she could just.. go and see someone taller if she wanted, i would be happy for her to experience that!!!
I just really need her to stop bringing up *my* (lack of) height in particular. Im 5'4 for context so I am pretty small. Since obviously theres nothing i can do to physically change that, yea help. Has anyone been in a similar spot and been able to get their gf to really hear/understand this hurt? : (
Im going to have another conversation with her soon, I just have already before and really want to make sure the message gets thru to her, I love her a lot and dont think she knows shes hurting me this much
Finally, a melodramatic li'l dood agonizes over the knowledge that in spite of her family tolerating her poonacy, they "don't support [me] as much as they claim to" because Mama keeps trying to talk her out of poisoning herself while her brother throws slurs in her direction and blames her for her own foibles. I find it telling that the brother sounds vastly more hostile towards OP than the mother does, yet it's her mom that she feels more angst and antipathy towards... it'd be a boon to know how often pooning out correlates towards uncomfortable or antagonistic relationships with mothers for young girls.Been outed
Help, I don't know what to do
Today I found out that my friend knows (and had known for 5 months) my dead name and that I'm trans. And it was the stupidest situation: my friends and I went to the cashier because I needed to buy some beer, I had to show my documents (the cashier started speaking another language because of my docs and that also was stupid). I was buying beer for myself but the cashier saw my friends standing and waiting for me, so she wanted to id them too, but the cashier asked my friend: are you HER(I'm a guy) parent (or something). And I always avoid buying something that requires an id with others and they never ask anything at the cashier (and don't switch the language) but this time, the only time I thought it will be fine if my friends wait for me by the end of check out, the only time this shit happened.
And at 1st I thought that my friend wouldn't notice or think that the cashier misspoke but then I found out that the friend was told my dead name by some one else. The person who said that had to know I'm trans due to his job and he's obliged with confidentiality. So he had no right to say it, and I could file a complaint but the problem is that my friend has good relationship with him and my friend would get in trouble with him (cause he said it as a secret that I wasn't supposed to know, I quess)
And I'm so mad and frustrated. And I'm seriously thinking about stopping talking to the friend even tho she's great and she said that it doesn't change anything and she was like "let's pretend it never happened "which are all right things to say and she was told that by someone else (not her fault) but I didn't want to be out to anyone, I left everything behind and stated all over hoping that I won't have to be "out" unless I felt like it
Now I don't know what to do. I'm frustrated and tired and all I can thing of this
Mom / Family isn't as accepting as they claim and it hurts.
I'll change tags or delete if needed, I just need it off my chest.
I'm almost one year on T.
In their defense, I can't do much in the way of physical transition due to funds.
Still, my family does things that let me know they don't support me as much as they claim to.
Misgendering me whenever because they know they can uss the "you always get so mad" excuse if I tell them off.
My mother always trying to convince me to stop testosterone. Worried about male pattern baldness? No silly, no medicine or solution for that! Stop taking testosterone.
My twin brother calling me a *slur* and saying I put myself into situations, that I chose this.
I don't let them know it hurts me. I just fall apart in my room because what else am I meant to do? The guilt of taking my mothers only daughter away already haunts me enough.
They'll never see me as their son / brother. That's the worst thing I've ever had to accept. I can take being alone, I can take losing hair - but knowing my only family will live and breath not seeing me for who I truly am. That has to be a fate worse than death.
They are still jokes, just dangerous, unfunny ones.
My theory is that a lot of these leftist activist women are sociopaths without the upper body strength to put their plans into action, once the pooner got on T she thought that she could now do what she's always wanted. It's the same phenotype as the women who pretend to be sweet but get their kicks by shaking babies and smacking around toddlers.Honestly I’m just posting this tranny drama because I wasn’t expecting “around theyfabs never relax.”
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Did T make the woman go crazy? Is this person grifting? Probably, yes.View attachment 8475586
Ramping up a rhetoric? Okay…
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Thanks Obama
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“I’m of the opinion that the truth ALWAYS wins out in the end.” Lying is your entire personality and belief system, what are you talking about?
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“Decided the holidays were the perfect time to attack her and then try to fake charges on her.” On MLK Boulevard Day?
At least this makes sense, it's about adventure and excitement, speaks to something very basic seen in all hero stories. Wanting to live out some netflix fagslop teen drama is a sign of not only mental illness but a deep and profound retardation.The way these people talk about the surreal, idealistic teenage sex experiences they feel they had missed out on (which they've experienced through some tv show, LOL) is hilarious.
Imagine if I fell on my knees in front of a Frank Frazetta painting and shouted "I WISH I HAD THAT OMFG AAAAAAA, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL" and then went onto 4chan to blogpoast about how unhappy I am am about never getting to experience what it must feel like to be the guy in this picture.
That one, last line caused me to literally spit out my tea. That shit stains, damnit.Whole thing is crochet, actually.
Girl, if you don’t stop.I can take being alone, I can take losing hair - but knowing my only family will live and breath not seeing me for who I truly am. That has to be a fate worse than death.
I lost all my friends and family and now my partner, why don’t they want to be around me anymore? I’m da troo me now!
Transgender -- Totally not an "ism".
As always, fantastic post!Half a decade's worth of love is dashed when a man chooses his coomerism over the life he's built with his high school sweetheart, who was tolerant about his troonery until spending a week with religious relatives who likely gave her a reality check.
As always, fantastic post!
This line by the troon really struck me:
"I collapsed to my knees, and after kicking her out, my mother raced to come hold me."
Am I the only person who thinks it odd that after his breakup his "mother raced to come hold" him? My mother is very supportive of me, but I can't imagine after a breakup her "racing to come hold me" or me wanting her to. My mom would be like, "I'm sorry it didn't work out." I think the last time she "raced to come hold me" was probably when I was six and got a boo boo on my knee.
Can't just say "someone else" or "another woman," he has to refer to her as a "lesbian."For some months I’ve been dating a wonderful lesbian
Which is ironic, given that he's living proof she's actually a bisexual.Can't just say "someone else" or "another woman," he has to refer to her as a "lesbian."
Or possibly he exaggerates his mother's reaction?It IS odd for normal people, but that's what a boymom would do. The ex-gf dodged two bullets - a pervert who'd grow to be resentful of her for being female and a mother-in-law who coddles him and would defend his worst actions unconditionally.