It should be mandatory for troons to go tenting for a week with a father figure, then go to three different doctors to be evaluated over a second week. Throughout, they've no access to the internet, their phone or their friends. They have to sit raw-dogged sober on a cold chair in a paper gown and say "Yes, I want to consume hormones and rid my body of a penis' worth of flesh. It will make me happy".
Same applies to sexuality: Put down that lispy femboy furry age 19 with a moderately trimmed dick of equal age; a real homosexual man, no trans-trap type shit. Make that thing blow down your neck and you may call yourself gay or bisexual (of which nobody does anymore because simply being homo or bi isn't cool enough anymore).
"Nooo that's scary! I wanna keep jorking it to handsome furry panther studs", aight so accept that you're not cold-cut straight, jerk it at home to some wacky shit and otherwise want a cute girl. Every single lispy faggot I knew in my teens is now dating women, all the while lisping for some reason. And the actual faggots always jerked off to manly man gay shit, so no harm done there.
Trans people can make fun of themselves all the time.
This shit started before troonydom went mainstream. The whole "I'm trash UwU" attiude is meant to deflect anyone else criticizing them by doing it first themselves. It clashes oddly with the fact they want to pass: A binary yes or no. Rarely do they go "I'm just an ugly hon who won't ever pass", though I guess they've changed the conversation to be about "transfem" and "transmasc" instead of "transwomen" because gender is a spectrum and you don't have to strictly pass if you call yourself transfem instead of transwoman or 'woman', if you're that ballsy.