Happy Mother's Day to all the American Kiwis! To celebrate the beauty of motherhood, let's have a riotous laugh at many, many people who would've been far better off having either been miscarried or swallowed instead of making it to term. Buckle in, because I brought a big buffet for everyone!
While most of today's posts won't relate to motherhood, it feels appropriate to start off this haul with a maternally-themed L, so please enjoy knowing that somewhere out there is a closeted tranny covered in fresh wounds snipping flower stems contemptuously as he casts an evil eye upon every woman he encounters. I like how even in this self-flagellating philippic, the beast of autogynephilia still peeks through as OP remarks upon his attractive - and apparently covertly Jewish - ass; if I had to read someone's suicide note and they put in a part where they wrote about their own sex appeal, I'd be inclined to think the world hadn't exactly become a colder place as a result of the loss.
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I'm fully manmoding and the constant reminders of what I will NEVER EVER have are getting to me. My coworkers are 50+ cis ladies and I just have to live with the brutal mogging of EVERYONE around me. Even at an organizational level I am basically the only one who *isnt* a cis woman
. I have fresh 
's on my arms, so I have to wear longsleeves. Am I cooked if I think longsleeves are basically girls clothes? Either way, I feel maybe approximately kind of girl-esque until I'm REMINDED.
Seeing mothers with her rats hanging off the side of the shopping cart, remembering that I won't ever experience that. Taking a shortcut through the clothing section, seeing womens clothing knowing I cant ever have that body. Going past the freezers, feeling completely disconnected from the moid in the mirror. I'm an outsider, even here. An intruder. An impostor.
I'm not even out or remotely fem, and yet I feel like a wolf among sheep. I don't belong here, halfway between checkout and receiving.
I don't deserve to wear a cute florists apron and cinch it tight to my waist. I don't deserve to wear my jeans tight to my ((really nice)) ass. I don't deserve to transition. This hell belongs to me alone.
Lizard wearing human skin
Dark_Triad_Queen has returned with yet another brutality to add to the cross-stitch of cruelty that he calls his day to day life as he finds a way to be offended when an old woman only gives him the most tepid of support to use the ladies' room if he needs to; as if that wasn't injurious enough, as he relieves himself in the aforementioned bathroom, other workers nearby refer to him as "the white boy" which therefore confirms to OP that even from afar, everyone can clock him as a man by his hulking, beastly anatomy.
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Imagine your work doing remodeling and the single use locked bathroom being out of order while the construction guys work.
A sweet old lady female coworker told me i can just run in there or kick the guy out if he’s working in that area. No “it’s okay just use the ladies if you have to” and being the first thing she told me when she saw me again after my two nights off.
It was a Brootal way of saying “ you’ll make everyone uncomfortable using either of the other bathrooms so just run in there anyway troon”. I was also the only one she told that too.
Later when I was using the bathroom I heard the foreman yelling at the guy to sweep the floor in that area with the little vacuum machine and
he said “ the white boy is in there” so I don’t even pass at a distance to dumb conservative macho tradies. Broootal.
A pooner is upset when a deliveryman mistakes her for the wife of the man named on the package delivered, which forces OP to clarify that the package is actually meant for her even though the courier likely doesn't care due to the omnipresent threat of being whipped like they whipped Jesus for taking too long to complete a dropoff. As the man departs for his anticipated beatings, OP - an "aromantic trans man" (i.e., a woman too molested to love herself or anyone else) dwells on the indignity as it has just followed after her therapist considers her too high a risk of self-harm to be signing off on any "lifesaving surgeries" any time soon.
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might be bc I am already feeling like absolute crap bc my shit therapist is refusing to send out the indication letter to the urologist because of my fucking personality disorder, though
I explained many times I am sure and I wanted this for my entire life but we have cis person can't listen to trans man syndrome and now she added on two appointments in june and is very aware I am at risk of hurting myself apparently because she asked if I will be even there next appointment and she does this crap anyways as if she isn't causing the risk herself lmfao
To the actual thing,
this morning I waited for my bird's food and toy to arrive, it did and the package delivery guy came up and gave it to me, and then asked if my legal name is my husband and if I will be taking it bc he isn't there, I had to tell him that legal name is actually me. I guess there are worse misgendering moments but
as a aromantic trans man this is the most humilating thing, I have a fucking beard, what screams wife to you, I am genuinely so tired of the humilation ritual that is that fucking body, nothing will ever get better and I am tired of hearing it, for things to get better you need luck and I am having none of it, pre T and pre top surgery is the most miserable experience and
everyone irl is just watching me slowly go insane over the lack of gender affiming care I desperately need or ignoring my pain
A tranny hailing from a wildly fertile family of either rabbits or Catholics fails to get a single birthday wish from anyone of his cornucopian clan after he revealed himself to be a dipshit crossdresser. Though troons 'n' poons often espouse the notion that a "found family" can replace a kinship forged by blood, OP has to admit that it's not quite the same: "It still stings knowing that once I had a large family that cared," he writes, mired in his self-inflicted solitude, "and now I have nobody."
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I have a fairly large family: 5 brothers, 9 aunts and uncles (not including their spouses), more than 20 cousins, a number of their children, etc.
Usually for my birthday I get at least 10 of them messaging me telling me happy birthday or posting on my Facebook timeline (I don’t use FB but I check it for my birthday).
Since coming out a few of them made it clear they won’t support me, but I thought I had a few that cared. Apparently not because not a single one wished me a happy birthday.
I have an online community that I’m a part of that let me have a good birthday but
it still stings knowing that I once had a large family that cared and now I have nobody.
Now that he's living openly as transgender, a TiM doesn't understand why normal men he works with have begun to treat him as if he's too dumb to remember to wipe after he takes a shit. Commenters are eager to pin the blame on misogyny: "
Welcome to womanhood in a patriarchal society," writes one, while another takes a more resigned position that feels a little bit too eager to be deemed a fool: "
fuck it, done trying to perform "smart guy" in order to be treated like a person. it got very old. stupid girl it is then."
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Ive worked two jobs since transitioning. In the first one the shift manager used to explain simple concepts as if Im genuinely stupid and need my hand held through the most basic explanations.
Now Im training for a new job and its happening again! Genuinely so annoying!
I assumed the first guy was just a patronizing ass but now I see that its become a pattern.
Also my landlord assumed I dont know what a leak is lmao.
I dont remember this happening pretransition even though back then I was a teenager and significantly not as intellegent or capable as I am today.
Please tell me your experiences so I know Im not alone in this.
Proving to be the most delicate flower in the hothouse, a li'l dood is discountenanced when her "dick" is too diminutive to be deemed by such a designation. "I somehow came to the conclusion that I was bigger than the average cis woman, which meant I didn't have to call it a clit," she moans in pain. "I just feel like my whole world is crumbling." Yes, dear, I can only imagine the agony you must be going through right now; the poor, the sick, the starving and the hopeless ought to be grateful that they don't know a hell like the kind you're forced to endure.
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I have bottom dysphoria... but I'm scared of surgery, so I rely on seeing my current genitals as a penis. I'm pre-testosterone.
I always comforted myself by measuring my size as it is now. I somehow came to the conclusion that I was bigger than the average cis woman, which meant I didn't have to call it a clit.
Yesterday, though,
I got curious & researched what the average size of a clit is. It turns out that I'm on the larger side of the average range. I just have a regular clit.
I'm so fucking sad. Having a bigger thing was such a big source of euphoria for me... & it's been ripped away. I'm really scared of going on testosterone & having too little bottom growth to consider it a penis. I always thought that I'd be lucky by default because of how big I was before. I just feel like my whole world is crumbling. I know it's stupid.
In an attempt to put himself out there and make some friends, an Australian troon attends some trans-related meetups only to find that absolutely nobody normal attends them; instead, OP is surrounded by perpetually mewling and yipping self-identified puppygirls as if he's trapped in a city shelter and starts longing to recreate the ending of
Old Yeller.
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I feel really bad saying this but sometimes I get tired being around trans women
Im surrounded by people with puppy girl kinks and people they constantly start meowing and barking I've tried seeing multiple communities (Sydney transgender discord, new south wales transgender discord and random meetups and picnics) I tend to feel so uncomfortable around other trans women and I don't know if it's just because of that or not
I'm not saying I'm the most normal person in the world lmao but I have some social awareness and keep the things I personally enjoy private cause people don't really need to know that
I'm going to be honest maybe this reason is because I've been isolated for many years and only started socialising with people for about a year now but sometimes I feel like the mature one despite being the youngest when I'm in these groups
Sorry for this nonsensical rant that's been said a bunch of times most likely I just wanted to air my grievances because I get a little tired of seeing the same stereotypes all the time and sometimes seeing us reducing ourselves to a fetish
Despite being on his hornyslut bimbopills for nearly a decade, a MTF fails to get the multiple body-rocking toe-curling eye-rolling teeth-chattering girlgasms he was promised when first he swore allegiance to the Men of the Life is Strange Profile Picture.
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So as the title says I still have the cooldown period after an orgasm despite having srs and 8 years of hrt. Is there something wrong with my dosages or what have I done wrong? Or is this not something everyone gets?
In the game of checkers, to capture two pawns at once is known as a double-jump, which could also be used to describe this post in which a troon
and a poon attend a doctor's appointment and are simultaneously clocked by medical staff - which puts both of them in a terrible mood as the providers then start to ask questions about the potential of reproduction between the two of them. OP, the pooner part of the pair, is affronted by the insinuation as she never declared her partner to be a tranny (even though she was recognized immediately by her grotesque mastectomy scars), and she seethes at the idea that so long as people know what she truly is, she'll always have to be reminded what happens when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much.
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First post here, just wanted to bitch about a dysphoria-inducing experience I had earlier. ._.
Context:
I had a first appointment at a new dermatology clinic today. I can't drive, so my girlfriend drove us and accompanied me in the appointment. She's also trans - on HRT since 2019, had laser - she looks very feminine physically but hasn't had voice feminisation surgery yet.
I meet my new specialist, she asks who's with me, I tell her my girlfriend, my girl introduces herself. The doctor looks at my notes.
All my documents state that I'm male, so naturally she asks what the testosterone is for when she's going through my meds. I hesitate and she asks if it's for a deficiency so I say yeah.
I take off my shirt and jeans and she immediately puts 2 + 2 together. I was finally able to get top surgery in March, so my scars are still pretty fresh and she's like "oh, sex reassignment surgery" or something, to which I don't respond. She asks when I got surgery and I tell her March.
I'm kinda bummed because I like being stealth in non-trans-related medical settings, but whatever. Not the end of the world.
Fast-forward to the best part.
Due to my condition I take immunosuppressants and am currently trying to get prescribed different, more effective ones. Taking these medications can fuck with foetal development or something so they normally ask women if there's any chance they could get pregnant. I'm sure you can see where this is going.
So she asks me. I'm like "haha, no. No chance" she's like "zero percent chance" or whatever and I just reiterate that I don't do that. I know she has to ask these questions but fuck if it isn't stomach churning. Not even just for me, but my girl too. My doctor leaves the room to consult with her superior and the entire time she's gone
my poor girlfriend is depressed as fuck dooming about everyone thinking she's a man and that she'll never pass and all this shit. Fuck's sake.
She was understandably still upset after we got home.
(Warning for potentially triggering language below)
The appointment was productive at least,
but I still feel dysphoric as fuck knowing that this is how the world sees us. A Female Man with Incubating Capabilities and a Male Woman who surely is the Dominant Inseminator of the weird straight relationship. Fucking gag.
I never even mentioned being trans, this is just the kind of bullshit I have to put up with for the rest of my life as long as I dare to coexist with another trans person. I could be post-SRS and as long as one or both of us is clocky in some way, I'll still be getting asked these stupid fucking questions.
One of the risks of taking steroids is that it turns your ticker into a ticking timebomb, but for some reason TiFs believe that such a fate can never befall them - even this chick who has a blood pressure of
140/84 even when she is fully reclined. Now her doctor is making her undergo a 24hr blood pressure monitor and has warned her that if the numbers stay this bad, she may have to quit, which concerns her as roidin' it up has "genuinely saved (my) life." Looks like it's about to end it too, sister!
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I have a problem:
I’m a trans man and I’ve been on testosterone for a year and a month now. My endocrinologist noticed that my blood pressure is way too high and I have to do a 24h blood pressure measurement now.
He said that, if my blood pressure is so high consistently, I may have to stop taking Testosterone.
Now here’s the thing:
I’ve been going to a gastroenterologist for my ibd for about two years now. They’ve noticed my high blood pressure before I started HRT. I’m also subject to chronic stress, including a lot of pressure from school and the loss of my mother a few months ago. Long story short: I don’t think the bp comes from these hormones. I’ve told him that. He said that it doesn’t matter.
I really don’t know what to do now.
Starting this therapy has genuinely saved my life and I gotta be honest: I don’t know what I’m supposed to do if I have to stop it.
(The stress I have about this situation and my white coat syndrome are obviously also not helping my bp relax during the measurements)
Edit: for example,
my last measurement just now was 140/84 while laying in bed. I know that that’s way too high, but isn’t there any other solution?
After years spent trapped in a dead bedroom with her allegedly asexual boyfriend, a FTM is rocked to her core when he asks to break up with her following a conversation about her sexual dissatisfaction. The reason?
He only wants real men - and cannot find it in himself to feel remotely attracted to her. The OP of this post is so pathetic that it's really worth it to read for yourself, but if you need a hook to go with this sinker, he has a history of asking to fuck his friends, has watched exclusively male-on-male porn in front of her and has been objectifying his friends for years...
and she never cottoned on to the fact that he didn't desire her personally. Truly, a foible most poonerous!
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My partner (22 CisM) and I (22FTM) began dating at 16 and after rough family situations that I don't want to get into, began living together on our own shortly after. I came out as FTM 2 years ago and started testosterone right after. Before this, I identified as nonbinary for a LONG time.
Early on in our relationship, my partner came out as gay and explained he didn't see me as a woman because of my gender identity (this is a good thing). He also came out as asexual during our relationship. This has been a struggle for us, because I'm a VERY sexual person. But everything else in our relationship is perfect, so we both worked really hard to make this dynamic work. Still, this has been a reoccurring problem for us that I always tried to keep an open line of communication about.
I had told him about 5 weeks ago I was feeling sexually unsatisfied and that I wasn't sure what we should do. We talked through it.
Fast forward,
3 weeks ago he approaches me and explains he wants to break up because he doesn't think he'll be able to meet me where I'm at sexually. It was awful and we both cried a shit ton. He left the house for a few hours, got really high, and came back (I was sober).
We came back to the bedroom and had another conversation about what we can do because neither of us want to end this.
He asked if I would be okay seeking sex from others, I told him I honestly wasn't sure but I'd rather try before throwing in the towel. I asked what that meant for our sex life and if he'd still want sex occasionally. That's where the conversation pivoted; He said
"I don't mind sex and it feels good, but I'm not sexually attracted to you. What do you think that means when I say that?"
I responded "I'm not asexual, but I take it as you not necessarily feeling sexual attraction but enjoying making me feel good"
And he says "..I'm still fairly asexual, which doesn't help, but the sexual desire I do feel is for men with penises. I don't know why. Sex with you feels good, but it's nothing more than a stimulant. When we have sex I don't think about how hot you are or that it's some fantasy."
It sort of felt like my entire world ended.
I asked him "If I got phallo would that make a difference? I don't plan to, but would it change anything?" And he said "I honestly don't know... could you use it?". I've offered so many times to do penetrative things for him using toys and other things, he has always declined.
I asked if we weren't together if he'd be experimenting with cis guys... he said yes. I then asked "You always watch porn with cis men in it, have you ever thought about watching porn with trans men?" And he asked if that would come off 'fetishy'. I responded "No, it would make me feel very seen as your partner" ..and he said "I guess I just don't see the point."
And that was when I realized, as heart wrenching as it felt, we were making the right choice to breakup. He didn't even see the point in trying to find me sexy.
I tried so hard to make this work because, although disappointing, I could compromise and work with him not feeling sexual attraction. But this ENTIRE time it was just me. It wasn't a lack of sexual attraction, it was a lack of sexual attraction for ME.
I spent the last 5 years constantly feeling inferior compared to cis men, never feeling as attractive, worried he found them sexier. Time after time again he promised me that it was just my insecurities and that I was enough for him... it was all a fucking lie.
The nightly sessions he spent out on the couch masturbating to cis-gay porn before coming to bed, all the sexual remarks about his cis male friend's bodies, 2 years ago asking me for permission to fuck his hot friend despite NEVER wanting sex with me. I'm such an idiot. I loved him so deeply that I trusted him every time he promised what I was feeling wasn't the case.
I spent so long trying to make this work because I didn't want to shame him for something he couldn't change, I just wanted to love him through it. He can't even try to love me through something I can't change. I am heartbroken, I am fucking angry and confused.
As accepting and open-minded as I want to be, I will NEVER understand where he's coming from. I will never believe him when he promised me "I see you as a man and I know you are, my body just doesn't agree with me".
He also let me know he downloaded grindr the week after. He thought I'd think it was funny... I didn't
Lastly, the thing that never happens happened again: a man becomes aroused in public while wearing women's clothing.
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I am really really not doing it on purpose :/
