💬 Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild

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A former friend of mine decided he wanted to transition, mtf. HE hasn't changed anything about his appearance save for grow his hair out, and even then his hair looks like a shaggy farmboy's hair moreso than anything resembling a woman. This dude still wears the same clothes he wore back in college and has a fucking neckbeard, by the way.

We're former friends because HE invited me to his new house a few months ago, and he wanted to celebrate. I felt like I'd be an asshole if I didn't at least stop by, but then it ended up being just me, him, his new partner, and his new roommate.

Said roommate also considers himself mtf, despite transitioning even LESS than my former friend. The roommate literally looks like your average sperg with short hair, glasses, and once again, men's clothes. Don't get me wrong, I'm THANKFUL they weren't wearing women's clothes, but my brain still had an aneurysm wrapping my head around how anyone would think this dude was a woman.

My former friend's partner, on the other hand, considers himself non-binary, despite being a tall, deep voiced, bearded sperg. It then hit me that these three clearly male people thought I was the only male there.

I ended up pissing off the roommate because he's a whiny sperg that acts exactly how you think a young sperg on the internet acts when someone forgets their pronouns. My former friend said it was best if I left, and I agreed, and I haven't spoke to him since. It wasn't a total waste because they had pizza from a place I had never been to, which is now my go-to pizza shop.
 
I've saw around three troons, but this was around a time when troonerism wasn't mainstream. One was actually working in a rural restaurant and he honestly just tried to assimilate and so I was actually quite sympathetic. The other two were just in passing and are post troonerism boom and so you can imagine how they looked like.

The most puzzling experience was, of all places, in Montenegro, though. It was in summer 2019 and I just wanted to go to a store in a tourist region. Suddenly a young fat girl and an ugly troon appeared. The fat girl just looked like your typical feminist retard, the troon was a skinny +- 6ft tall man with a receding hairline. He was wearing a very ugly dress, but I can't remember the exact colour. . The shopkeeper tried to be civil, but a different man came out from another room and just couldn't help himself laughing a bit. The troon got very angry and started shouting something in our language. Judging by the accent, he was probably a person from the diaspora and didn't grow up in former Yugoslavia. It's the same faux native accent I have and why people can readily recognize that I didn't grew up there. It's not the pronunciation of words per se, but probably more the pitch accent that's just off (Most Serbocroatian dialects don't have stress accent like most European languages, but a tone accent). The girl tried to convince him to just leave the store and she spoke German with an Austrian accent, so I guessed he grew up in Austria. The troon told them how they are fucking peasants and that it is exactly this behaviour why the Balcans is so backwards and poor. I even think that he tried to literally translate "toxic masculinity" into something like "otrovna maskulinost" , a phrase that exactly no one knows there. They then furiously left the store and I only can remember that the man called the troon a "tetka", which means normally just aunt, but when used for a man it means something like "faggot". This was definitely the strangest encounter with a troon I ever had, especially in for me one of the unlikeliest plcaes.
 
Troons or butch dykes? Hard to tell these days.
I recently found myself on safari in primark (fast fashion cheap britbong clothing and homeware shop). Saw the usual butch chav women- they look like hard-faced teenage chav fukbois with progeria. All baseball caps and as much swagger as you can muster at 5 foot 3.
And I support them, ultra butch women are a part of chav culture much like the sworn vigins of Albania. They have a cultural niche anthropologists should study. And girlfriends so theyre better than the local incels. But now they're always shopping next to their fat pastel-coloured nonbinary tumblerina friends.
So I worry we might lose these ultra-masculin butch lezzos who basically live as men to SRS horrors. Its always been a thing in working class communities, to have a percentage of tough manly women. I feel I should do some sort of photo essay of poor uneducated white gender-noncorforming women...but when I put it like that it just sounds exploitative. The thing is,
Historically, even working class culture had space for queers. They don't need to Troon out, they just need to be accepted as queer.
 
Oddly enough, I have met and conversed with more FtM trannys than I have MtF. They're much easier to talk to because their attitude is more laid back about the transition and they (or at least the ones I've interacted with) never really made it this huge part of their identity. I would probably describe them as the trans people that every trans advocate talks about when they say that they are peaceful. One of them used to date one of my close friends and the other one was at a couple kickbacks at a different friends house. We mostly just talked about random bullshit (TV, gaming, relationships, internet shenanigans, yadda yadda), nothing crazy really comes up in memory.
I'm willing to bet that there are a lot of cool trans people out there that don't get involved with the lunacy of online troon politics/activism because the environment is so toxic. One step out of line, and they get eaten alive by everyone else in the cult. Kind of sucks, really.
As for the MtF, I've only had to deal with them if they were working a register somewhere and they're either really gross looking (unkempt, out of shape, unhygienic but with makeup on) or they have this sort of psycho stare where you can see too much white in their eyes. One I saw actually was in decent shape....but dude-built, and that was the only one I can recall that was relatively friendly. The rest of them just acted....exhausted? Like they were just done with everything. Despite all that, all of the trans people I've come across IRL never trooned out or made any problems.

Except for one.

I don't know if I would even call this guy a trans person, but he was DEFINITELY a "buffalo bill". It was this old guy who always wore a dress and would come into the store I worked at and would just creep everyone out. We called him "OLB" (Old Lady Balls). At first we tried treating him like a customer and giving proper service like we did with everyone, but it became clear that he came in to stalk an employee REAL quick. He only wanted to be helped by the one person, kept asking personal questions, and the employee got creeped out and the manager told the employee to go to the break room so they could deal with OLB. Once the manager knew that this freak wouldn't be buying shit, OLB got told to leave and he made a huge fuss about being treated poorly. Manager wasn't having it and said 'if you're not buying anything, then you're not a customer and you're loitering, please go' and OLB yelled something and stormed out. Thing is, he would keep trying to come back in to talk to that employee for weeks afterwards and we kept telling him to leave and he would say 'okay i'll try again later'. Even the Starbucks down the street (fucking STARBUCKS of all places) banned him for life for screaming at the females working there, calling them cunt dykes. This happened 7 years ago, and I haven't seen him since. I hope that asshole is dead.
 
I used to know a few that I encountered through work. Was never super close with any of them, but we'd chat from time to time and they all seemed to be fairly decent people until a few months after Trump took office. Once the surge of extreme Leftist political butthurt got a foothold in popular culture things were never the same. The best thing I can say about them now is that as far as I know none of them are registered sex offenders.



Yet.
 
I used to work at a boba shop near a university. Some interesting customer came in with some friends. He was really tall and rather lanky and wore a frumpy flower patterned dress. Had an unfortunate horse face paired with a long blonde wig, bright red lipstick, obvious adam's apple, and thick rimmed glasses. His friends were fat, short haired women wearing anime shirts and leggings that looked like they were going to burst. Now for some context to what happens next, when you use your card to pay on the ipad pos system, your name gets printed on your order. The ordering process was fine, he used his card and it gets printed for the person making the drinks. Asked if he wanted a receipt and he declined. Everything was normal until my coworker had to call out his name. Shane. He looked at us, then at his friends. They quietly chatted for a bit before Shane came up to the front and snapped, "Did you just say Shane!?" My coworker, double checked the receipt and replied with, "Yes, this is for Shane."

Shane stared at me then at my coworker. "Excuse me, it's actually Stephanie." Coworker apologized and handed the drinks to Stephanie. His friends gave us nasty looks before they left with their drinks. When they left, my coworker came up to me asking if I got her name wrong on the system. I told him that her card came up as Shane and didn't think much of it when I saw it. My coworker still felt a little guilty but I told him not to worry about it. After that scene, we both just continued with our shift. It's closing shift and we want it to be over. Sometimes I wonder if Stephanie made a post about being deadnamed in public and how transphobic we were.
 
I had one wait on my table Monday. He was easy to clock, even with a mask on. He had broad ass shoulders and a flat ass. It was fucking awkward listening to him read back my order or ask me things in a weird ass falsetto that couldn’t fool anyone.
 
I've only ever encountered one tranny in the wild, an ultra-faggy flaming gay HSTS. Minor local celebrity, he appeared on trash TV - think Maury Povich Show. Dressed mostly okay, but his general body language, way of walking, and behaviour was closer to the ultra-exaggerated performance of a drag queen. Seen others from some distance, but nothing outrageous - badly dressed AGPs, flaming HSTS wrecks,none of them acting out - raging troons and their IT'S MA'AMing isn't really tolerated in my Central European shithole.

At least for now.
 
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In uni, one of the dorms security guards was a FTM tranny who... I can best describe as looking like a giant creepy baby, like someone took the proportions and pudgy face shape of an uncute baby and scaled it up to like 5'5 and gave it wispy teenager facial hair. This eunuch-looking thing was unsettling to look at. I find that FTMs either look like school shooter teenage incels or like Varys got beaten with an ugly stick.
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I know the look you mean. There is a fat 'Female to Mantlet' who worked in my old gym. Before I knew better I just assumed she was a guy with some kind of physical disablity due to their wierd fat distribution. Like someone with dwafism but a bit taller.
 
There's some kind of faggot working at the local grocery store. He looks like the singer from Culture Club but with even worse gay face. I avoid his checkout line because god only knows where his long green fingernails have been.
 
In 9th grade I had a classmate who was FtM and she was crazy as hell. The overdramatic, self-harming, attention-seeking kind of crazy. She took money out of my pocket so I cut her off and changed schools.

Haven't properly met any trannies before or since, though years later I did spot a lone big, hairy, beaded man wearing a skirt and carrying a bag.
 
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I'm a programmer, so naturally I have a handful of tranny coworkers. They're revolting and looking at them makes me want to throw up, one of them recently got his dick chopped off so I'm wondering when he's gonna kill himself. Thank God they've never been on my dev team, I don't think I could handle that.
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What is it with troons and computers and video games? And Discord and Reddit etc? It's kind of creepy how common they are...


My most memorable one was when I was in training working for a company known for being very inclusive/PC. A tall MTF came in briefly to drop off some papers and not even whispering the urban black lady sitting next to me says "That's a man, he he!" Shortly after one of the supervisors asks to talk to her, and that's the last I saw of her. I'm almost certain that she was fired because a supervisor overheard her remark she made and was probably given a short lecture about how the company is very inclusive and has zero tolerance for language like that before letting her go.

It was pretty obvious to me before this happened anyway, but most black people don't think very highly of transsexuals.
 
Mr. Bung dijo:
What is it with troons and computers and video games? And Discord and Reddit etc? It's kind of creepy how common they are...
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Computers create a space between people and reality, if they've already been pretty insulated their whole lives it's pretty easy for them to be completely oblivious to realities most people are aware of. There's a reason why it's always been the case that when strange sexualities and gender expressions happens it's been the purview of aristocrats and whatnot, since they're more insulated from these realities. The invention of the computer pushed this a step further and just made it more common, now the everyman can be insulated from reality not just the rich. Eventually society will grind to a halt as people continue to divorce themselves from reality and society as a whole.

"You know that we have lost the sense of space. We say “space is annihilated”, but we have annihilated not space, but the sense thereof. We have lost a part of ourselves." ~ The Machine Stops, Edward Morgan Forster
Replace 'space' with 'gender', and you have the exact situation we're in.
 
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I had a troon encounter once.

A friend and I had taken our kids and gone on a road trip to New Orleans. Had a couple of fun days, and we get to the last night of our trip. We're getting all our bags packed back up to be ready to head out early the next day, and I can't find my keys.

We've rented a little VRBO out in a neighborhood that's run-down in a poor, but not yet criminally infested sort of way. The streets are full of potholes and the windows are covered with bars, but there haven't been people roaming the streets after dark. I spend the evening unpacking and repacking my bags, scouring every inch of my van, even walking back and forth across the yard using my phone's flashlight to see if I maybe dropped the keys in the grass. Can't find them anywhere. My car's not moving without them, and given that it was blocking my friend's car beneath the narrow carport she'd parked under, her car wasn't going anywhere, either.

We have to be checked out by 10 the next morning, and I have to head straight back home because my husband and I are closing on a house the day after, so I pull out my insurance information and call the roadside assistance number. They tell me they'll get in touch with a local locksmith company and send someone out as soon as possible.

I go back to checking under couch cushions and under dressers and the night goes from 8 o'clock, to 9 o'clock, to nearly 10 when my phone finally buzzes out a text notification. The locksmith has an employee headed over and they should be at my location any moment. They'll call me when they arrive. To be sure that I can recognize the employee when they get there, they include a photograph.

It's a headshot, but just the size and shape of the head tells me this guy is 6'4". He looks about 280lbs, but not the flabby sort of 280 - it's the kind of weight that combines being naturally oversized with incredible denseness, like this guy is a blackhole that has attracted so much matter that it's started spilling over the event horizon. His face is this square brick, and he looks like he took a beating every day of his life. Not the sort of beating where someone backhands you a couple of times. The sort of beating where someone takes a log to your face, and the resulting swelling never quite goes away.

And he's got lipstick. And eyeliner. And the way he's applied it suggests that his mother never wore make-up, but he'd seen hookers from a block away and knew that bright colors on your face were somehow attached to femininity. He looked like he'd shoved a lipstick and some fake lashes into his pocket at the local pharmacy and snuck into his closet to try and put them on, with results much like a toddler who had stumbled into her mother's make-up box.

The same way the headshot doesn't show that he's 6'4", it doesn't show that he's wearing a lacy thong stolen out of some lady's basket at the laundromat. But you know he is.

And this man has my phone number. And the address where I'm staying. And he knows I can't drive away. Between my friend and I, we have six kids and no way to escape.

I forward the text to my husband. At least this way, he'll know where to start looking if I don't make it home.

And then I wait.

A short time later, I'm peeking out the blinds and I see a white, four-door car pull up to the curb. My phone rings. There's a high falsetto voice on the other side. I know it's the man, I wouldn't have needed the picture to give away the real gender of the speaker, but it's not that bad, all things considered. It's the voice of someone who's at least trying to pass.

The guy stays in his car and I explain what's happened with my keys. He tells me that he doesn't have the equipment to print a new key, but he can have someone else come out in the morning and do that for me. The whole time he stays in his car, as if he knows what effect his physical presence would have on people. It seems that he's either got some self-awareness about the limits of his LARP, or he's got some consideration for other people and that, at least, puts him ahead of the other troons I've run into.

He drives off, and in the morning a trucker woman shows up with the proper equipment, and we all make it home on time and in one piece.

TL;DR Troon didn't serial kill my family in New Orleans
 
I saw him at a local cosmetics shop. It was the first time I had gone there, and he had his back turned on me. My mother, being the gossip that she is, told me to look. He was slender and passable, except for the height and shoulders. Then he turned to me and he was wearing full makeup and had a manly voice. I think his nails were also done. My friend asked him for advice on some facials and he was very knowledgeable. Weird experience. I had never seen a troon in the wild.
 
The only time I’ve ever not tipped wait staff was at a restaurant in NYC where the “waitress” was MTF. Like sorry but you’re not getting more than I’m legally required to pay the restaurant. It was decently expensive meal for multiple people too, and I’ve tipped 25% for far worse service and food than I got that night.
 
I'm nearing 40 and I've never met a tranny in my life, at least as far as I am aware. It's obviously possible I met someone who "passed" extremely well, but I doubt it.

People in my country just have better shit to do, I think. Deciding whether or not to troon out seems like a luxury for people with way too much time on their hands.
 
Mr. Bung dijo:
What is it with troons and computers and video games? And Discord and Reddit etc? It's kind of creepy how common they are...
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Autism. No joke, with the zoomers anyway, the youth gender clinics are reporting from 20%-50% of their intake are autistic kids.
As for the old guys, that's terminal coomers addicted to porn who then develop weird fetishes like AGP.
 
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