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The Good Law Project has cancelled its own Monster campaign after just a few hours for being 'transphobic'. It involved posters of absurd CGI animals and the words 'Of course I support trans – I’m not a monster'. Several trans activists said it felt like they were being mocked.
Extremely feminine behavior from the pooner. Just tell the retard to stop wasting your time, and pay with a valid method or start walking. Doesn't seem like a "man in a woman's body" to me.
There is not point in doing this. She gets paid either way and doesn’t risk upsetting a tard that might try and stab her with a dirty needle or spit on her. Not uncommon in any job working with the public. Injecting testosterone is bad for brain health so really not surprised she let that go on for so long.
I think the problem is that we are pretending that Warhammer is a healthy hobby for a productive male. It isn't. The only acceptable hobbies for a grown ass man are:
A zoomer troon-poon couple, married with kids. Mom decides to detransition for the sake of their children, tells dad to detransition, he doesn't want to. I'll actually paste the the comment from a user who divided the text in paragraphs because it's a fucking wall.
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Young dad (24mtf) of two, struggling to keep marriage together
Hi! Sorry if this is overly long and I go on tangients but to be honest this has been the hardest few days of my life and I’m very much in a crisis. So basically, almost a week ago, I (24mtf) had a bit of a very very fast snowball of a coming out. I’ve struggled with back and forth feelings of dysphoria, struggling to figure out if it was body or gender based (turns out it’s both) since puberty, but as I’m sure many of you can relate to, I was too fucking scared to make that leap, despite my household being very progressive.
Almost 5 years ago, I met my wife (23ftmtf), who identified as a gay trans man at the time. She was on HRT and socially transitioned and passed well and ended up getting top surgery while we were together. She seemed very secure in her identity, though she did end up identifying as bi, same as me. Late summer of 2023 she got pregnant with our first born, and that started a journey of figuring out her dysphoria was based on body image and a lack of positive female role models because of her psychotic abusive mother. She was able to find a way to reclaim her womanhood and be comfortable as a mother for our son, even after the top surgery which she still has mixed feelings on, and still keeping her chosen name to this day.
I was completely supportive and affirming though all of this. During that pregnancy, I repressed any queerness I had deeper than ever before, even trying to abandon my bisexuality. Our relationship never faltered even through the traumatic experience of discovering our son had a congenital heart defect, which he has thankfully very much recovered from and lives just like any other little boy. Then, in late summer of 2025, we got pregnant again, this time with a beautiful baby girl. She was born in May with no health complications, but she was a C-section birth which was traumatic for my wife and not something she had wanted at all, but unfortunately there was no other choice. As well, in the process of that operation, damage was done to her uterus which means she’ll never be able to have a vaginal birth again.
Because of these things, she’s fallen into a very severe post-partum depression, which is only exaggerated by her pre-existing bipolar disorder and the fact that her body has struggled to heal the c-section incision leading to several infections. Point being, she’s having a rough fucking go of it. And unfortunately, entirely accidentally, I made it all worse. She had finally recovered enough to begin returning to having sex, and one of the first times, I did something I never did, which was ask her to be dominant. She has always loved being submissive and so was apprehensive, but played along. She eventually got into it, and the experience of showing that much more femininity and vulnerability than I had EVER shown her, kinda of struck my core. It began with me confessing that I never stopped being bi and wanted to try to incorporate that into the bedroom.
She suggested she get her vibrator and use it on my ass, which I was elated about, but also horrified by. I had played with my ass privately but never during sex with another person. I was horrified of being gross or making a mess since this was completely spontaneous. Luckily it was relatively clean, but through that experience I had tapped into an even MORE feminine side of myself, my voice raising higher, moaning and whining and getting so overwhelmed by the pleasure that I started repeatedly begging her to “f**k me” until… well you can imagine the rest. It was amazing and mind blowing and… she immediately walked away seeming very upset. Through some talking she was able to explain she was having a hard time reconciling the masculine dom top husband she thought she had, with what she just witnessed.
She began to question if I wanted to sleep with men on the side to satisfy my urges, or if we needed to experiment with other people to keep me busy. I didn’t want those things. We eventually got to a point of me saying that I wanted to express myself a little more feminine in clothing and whatnot. She was supportive. The next day she showed me she had created a Pinterest board of fashion inspiration. And this is when the egg finally cracked. I looked, and I kept realizing, I was not interested in any of the images of gay men dressing bright colours and stuff, I was entirely drawn to the images of clearly afab butches and nb people presenting in masculine clothes. And I felt the strongest wave of gender envy I’ve ever felt.
And I broke down in tears. I confessed to her that that’s what I want but I don’t want to just dress that way, I want to feel that way I want my body to look that way. I told her I didn’t necessarily identify as a trans woman fully, but somewhere between nb and transfem (I’ve come to feel pretty comfy with demigirl). And that I felt pretty strongly that I would need to go on HRT because the things that made me most dysphoric were my hairy masculine chest, and my small ass and thighs; I wanted breasts and a fat ass and thighs.
I don’t really want to dress differently, I just want to approach that same kind of masculinity, from a female perspective, and shoutout to r/MTFBUTCH for being a massive inspiration for that. And she had told me the previous night, and also years ago, that she would always stay with me even if I decided I wanted to transition, she would still love me the same. But this wasn’t the case. At first she tried to accept and help, she helped me try on some of her clothes, which brought a mix of euphoria and dysphoria but was overall positive. She took me to a queer run vintage clothes store and picked out some fem things for me. She helped me do makeup for the first time, and though it wasn’t my style, I thought I looked pretty. But through that all, she’s gone widly downhill. She no longer thinks of herself as bi. She says she is grieving the loss of her husband and the father of her kids and the plan she had for our future of growing old together: what’s hard about this is that I am a transfem person who feels a non-gendered connection to being called Dad and that’s extremely important to me and not something I have any doubts in.
And for the other stuff I’m just so frustrated and feel so deceived because she identified as bi and feeling attracted to women our whole relationship, and also I just don’t understand what she thinks she’s losing. I’m trans but I’m still very masc, have the same brain and interests and sense of humour, still a dom in the bedroom with just the desire to shake it up once in a while, like for all intents and purposes I’m still that same “husband” she’s been with for nearly 5 years now. But she is strongly against me going on HRT. She tells me it would be impossible for her to find me attractive with breasts and feminine features. She’s gotten extremely angry and blaming me saying I’ve destroyed our family and stolen the future she thought we had planned. She doesn’t believe that this is the real me, that this is some sort of mental breakdown and I need to go to the hospital to fix it, or that she can either stay with me as a couple but no intimacy will be involved, or she can dress and treat me as a woman in the bedroom but nowhere else and no HRT ever.
Both of these feel humiliating. The first is essentially a lace far marriage, and unfortunately I do feel I need sex in a long term relationship, and the second one feel fucking insanely crushing as it just feeds into the paranoia most trans women have that this is just some gross fetish agp thing. I just don’t understand why she can’t just be more loose with her definition of our relationship as we very much are in love with each other deeply. She has gotten furious to the point of repeatedly misgendering me yelling at me that I’m a man and her husband and that I’m not a trans woman and that I’m having some sort of crisis.
Thankfully my two friends I’ve come out to and my parents have been accepting, but I’m just heartbroken that the person I always thought I’d feel most supported by, has completely invalidated my identity and decided that me living as my authentic self is something she can’t stay in a marriage with. I don’t even feel set on pronouns and titles but even the idea of me being her wife and going by she/her is completely unacceptable to her. She has now kicked me out of the house for a few days to have some space and think. I miss my kids so fucking bad. I genuinely thought she would be ok raising our kids as a lesbian (?) couple, I never thought she’d be so offended by that. I am just in a complete spiral and at the very bottom of my life because I don’t know what to do to keep my family together.
My mom wants me to try to suppress this and not rush into it so the kids don’t lose their parents being together, but I just don’t understand why my wife overlooking a pair of boobs and getting to keep the partner she’s created 2 kids with and spent years together, is somehow a harder sacrifice than me getting so close to claiming my true identity just to have it snatched away. I’d be living a lie and I don’t know how long I could even keep living that way. I can’t lie thereve been a few times her I’ve been low and thought about ending it all but I can’t, for my kids. They need their daddy even if daddy looks prettier than most. I just am so lost and have no queer community, especially not other trans fems, and I just need advice or comfort or anything.
The comments are as insightful as you'd expect. By the way, he wants to be a butch lesbian.
Because of these things, she’s fallen into a very severe post-partum depression, which is only exaggerated by her pre-existing bipolar disorder and the fact that her body has struggled to heal the c-section incision leading to several infections. Point being, she’s having a rough fucking go of it. And unfortunately, entirely accidentally, I made it all worse. She had finally recovered enough to begin returning to having sex, and one of the first times, I did something I never did, which was ask her to be dominant. She has always loved being submissive and so was apprehensive, but played along. She eventually got into it, and the experience of showing that much more femininity and vulnerability than I had EVER shown her, kinda of struck my core. It began with me confessing that I never stopped being bi and wanted to try to incorporate that into the bedroom.
She suggested she get her vibrator and use it on my ass, which I was elated about, but also horrified by. I had played with my ass privately but never during sex with another person. I was horrified of being gross or making a mess since this was completely spontaneous. Luckily it was relatively clean, but through that experience I had tapped into an even MORE feminine side of myself, my voice raising higher, moaning and whining and getting so overwhelmed by the pleasure that I started repeatedly begging her to “f**k me” until… well you can imagine the rest. It was amazing and mind blowing and… she immediately walked away seeming very upset. Through some talking she was able to explain she was having a hard time reconciling the masculine dom top husband she thought she had, with what she just witnessed.
She began to question if I wanted to sleep with men on the side to satisfy my urges, or if we needed to experiment with other people to keep me busy. I didn’t want those things. We eventually got to a point of me saying that I wanted to express myself a little more feminine in clothing and whatnot. She was supportive. The next day she showed me she had created a Pinterest board of fashion inspiration. And this is when the egg finally cracked. I looked, and I kept realizing, I was not interested in any of the images of gay men dressing bright colours and stuff, I was entirely drawn to the images of clearly afab butches and nb people presenting in masculine clothes. And I felt the strongest wave of gender envy I’ve ever felt.
And I broke down in tears. I confessed to her that that’s what I want but I don’t want to just dress that way, I want to feel that way I want my body to look that way. I told her I didn’t necessarily identify as a trans woman fully, but somewhere between nb and transfem (I’ve come to feel pretty comfy with demigirl). And that I felt pretty strongly that I would need to go on HRT because the things that made me most dysphoric were my hairy masculine chest, and my small ass and thighs; I wanted breasts and a fat ass and thighs.
I don’t really want to dress differently, I just want to approach that same kind of masculinity, from a female perspective, and shoutout to r/MTFBUTCH for being a massive inspiration for that. And she had told me the previous night, and also years ago, that she would always stay with me even if I decided I wanted to transition, she would still love me the same. But this wasn’t the case. At first she tried to accept and help, she helped me try on some of her clothes, which brought a mix of euphoria and dysphoria but was overall positive. She took me to a queer run vintage clothes store and picked out some fem things for me. She helped me do makeup for the first time, and though it wasn’t my style, I thought I looked pretty. But through that all, she’s gone widly downhill. She no longer thinks of herself as bi. She says she is grieving the loss of her husband and the father of her kids and the plan she had for our future of growing old together: what’s hard about this is that I am a transfem person who feels a non-gendered connection to being called Dad and that’s extremely important to me and not something I have any doubts in.
nd for the other stuff I’m just so frustrated and feel so deceived because she identified as bi and feeling attracted to women our whole relationship, and also I just don’t understand what she thinks she’s losing. I’m trans but I’m still very masc, have the same brain and interests and sense of humour, still a dom in the bedroom with just the desire to shake it up once in a while, like for all intents and purposes I’m still that same “husband” she’s been with for nearly 5 years now.
