- Registrado
- 30 de Mayo, 2021
all I can say is I fucking hate troons.
I don't hate them. Any animus I had to AGP troons collectively I lost when I read Anne Lawerence's 'Men Trapped in Men's Bodies' and realised how seriously and irrevocably some wires got crossed in their brains, and how ill-equipped they are to have relationships with anyone except people like themselves:
"One informant described masochistic fantasies during adolescence involving dis-memberment and dehumanization — fantasizing herself as a female farm animal being butchered. These fantasies later evolved to emphasize having female genitals: I grew up on a farm. I was masturbating by around age 13 or 14. My first fantasy was that I was a cow and my penis was the teat of a female cow. Then I imagined I was a mother sheep and I ended up getting slaughtered, because animals on farms get that done to them. I saw myself as all these pieces of meat. I thought this probably was not a very good thing to fantasize about. I developed the fantasy about having a vagina, which still remains. The evolution of this informant’s fantasies provides an example of an interesting phenomenon in which very distressing or ego-dystonic paraphilic fantasies some- times become superseded by less distressing, more acceptable ones."