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I feel like I haven't been featuring pooner foibles as often lately, so today's post is an attempt to rectify that - which means for those of you who love the misery of mouse men, you'll have much malding to find mirth in!
Growing up, this li'l dood endured body dysmorphia she alleges she received directly from "cisgenders"; because of the struggles she faced well into adulthood, OP now states that she can no longer see ordinary people as human the way that she and those who share her gender genus are: "I would have far less empathy than I do now if I weren't born transsexual," she claims, which implies that OP must be remarkably sociopathic if this is her at her most compassionate - especially as she goes on to say that even though normal people are nicer to her than her fellow pooners are, she still cannot bring herself to view them as her equals. Now That's What I Call Tribalism, Volume 23! Link | Archive
Cisgenders gave me body dysmorphia as a kid that I still struggle with today. They say horribly transphobic things everywhere I go. I see cisgenders and normal people as equals (physically, spiritually, etc.) in reality but there is a socially-enforced difference that will make me always see people who haven't transitioned as inferior in a way, because they ruined my life in a lot of ways and many actively try to make my life harder. I think I would have far less empathy than I do now if I weren't born transsexual, which also makes me grateful for my experiences in a way. Especially now that I don't have dysphoria it's easy for me to look back on my life and be glad I can use my past to be more understanding of people different from me.
There are a lot of cisgender people that are nice. I tell dates that I transitioned because I don't want a partner to be transphobic, and all of them have been very accepting. They are sometimes nicer than how the average trans man acts towards melol. But I still don't trust them by default and never will, so I will never be able to mentally blend in and see myself as a regular member of society. Am I a normal person physically and socially? Yeah. But I am not a cisgender and wouldn't want to be one at this point in my life.
A gayden (i.e., the only kind of person who thought Canadian buttfuck broadcast Heated Rivalry was worth watching) has a hard pill to swallow - and I ain't talking about PReP - after observing the stark difference in her online dating experience when she discloses her gender status versus when she purposefully obfuscates it. Having seen that there's a marked uptick in interest when she pretends not to be an elf most Keeblerian, OP now worries that this foretells a much more tumultuous future in dating than she had originally anticipated, especially as leading up to this she regarded herself as an out-and-proud TiF with no intentions of deceiving anyone about her status as a doodling. Surely this is a problem that could be solved by going prison gay, right? Or is it a matter of genital preferences for me, and not for thee? Link | Archive
im tired of being single so i set up a tinder account and put my settings as ‘man only interest in men’, but then i selected the option to have ‘trans man’ visible on my profile so that people know right off the bat im ftm. i got two matches in a week. literally only two. i ended up deleting my account because i felt terrible, and then a few weeks later i remade it, but this time i didn’t disclose that im trans. i got 89 likes in the space of a day. im very open about the fact im trans, i don’t want to be ‘stealth’, i like being trans and im proud of it. but to see so clearly that all of these guys were only interested in me when they didn’t know i was trans is making me feel like no one will ever want to date me. is this normal/common? i didn’t realise cis men were so disinterested in trans guys until i started using apps like this. is the real life dating scene like this, or did i just get unlucky with tinder?
I find the dating troubles of troons 'n' poons to be a very funny genre of L if just because their anti-magnetism is predominantly self-inflicted, like in the case of this next one who has purposefully shrunk her dating pool of "regular degular straight guys" in favor of identifying as a thin-skinned little yaoi boy. It's especially amusing when they remain staunchly against engaging with chasers of any kind; why, I'd argue it's akin to a burger joint hanging up a sign that says "NO FATTIES." I mean, c'mon, why turn away your most loyal customers? Link | Archive
I’m at my breaking point honestly. Cis people have NO idea what life is like for some of us. I’m a trans man and gay. First problem right there. 5’6 and a top. Bruh. On top of that, look really young because of T (I’m 22 but look 16). I’m introverted, insecure and when I try to ask a guy out I just turn into the “have you ever had a dream” kid. Even if I was more confident, I can’t just “find a guy”. Cis (especially women are the ones that ask me this and make out that it would be easy) people don’t seem to understand the size of my particular dating pool (more like a sad muddy puddle). Let me lay it out for you:
First: the guy has to be gay duh/at least not straight. That wipes out a massive chunk of the population already
Second: he has to be chill with who I am—oopsies! There goes 98% of the pool bye bye!
Third: he has to be not too excited about who I am. Not interested in chasers bro I’m not that desperate
Fourth: I actually have to be physically and emotionally attracted to this dude.
“Congratulations! There are three suitable men in the world that could date you! And guess what? They’re all already in relationships ”
At a local event dedicated exclusively to lesbians, a transbian (i.e., a man whose sexuality was shaped by the fake lesbianism of t.a.T.u.) feels exactly like the invasive species that he is even though he buys the handmaiden's tale that he belongs there just as much as any real woman. Because even OP can admit he looks like "a man in women's clothes," he's too shy to make his oppressive presence more of a problem for the ladies attending; next year, however, he hopes he has the confidence to take up the space he believes he's entitled to. Link | Archive
So I went to San Francisco pride this weekend and while walking around we somehow stumbled into the Dyke March. It was so cool to see all these people and all the allies supporting them on the sides of the street but… looking around the crowd it looked like almost exclusively cis women. I know as part of their values they don’t exclude trans women but I still felt like I was intruding. I know I look like a man in women’s clothes and it’s just so hard to believe that’s my space too you know?
I promise to do a better job myself of making sure everyone knows they belong in future years. I just hope I’m more confident a year from now
During a drunk outing with his mates, a closeted tranny's friends make the mistake oft committed by the inebriated and well-intentioned: they try to defend his honor against some (also drunk) strangers that assume him to be male. While the boozers they encounter take the news relatively amicably (if impolitely), OP feels that this was a near-death encounter and wonders how he managed to befriend such smooth-brained earthworms; funny how OP is seemingly ignorant of the pressure to defend troons against misgendering at all costs that the rest of us had forced down our gullets for the past decade. Even if I were an ally to this lousy lot, I'd be getting mighty sick of the goalposts being moved so often! Link | Archive
ok so this happened a while ago but i just remembered about it and holy shit dude
so at that point i was pre-hrt, boymoding and not out or passing at all. me and my (all cis) friends were hanging out and some drunk 40yo men were behind us. at first they left us alone, just doing their drunk men like screaming and singing, but at some point one of them started screaming "fuck muslims!! fuck "!!". i turn to my friends and ask to leave cause i dont feel safe but they just tell me 'noo its fine'
then ofc the drunkards start talking to us, i try and shut up as much as i can while my friends for some reason keep talking. at some point guy turns to me and goes 'hey how old are you??' i go 'oh im 21 haha' and mf goes 'wow youre soo old man!! haha youre a grandpa!!'. and then i fucking KID YOU NOT my friend goes 'ermm ACTUALLY its a grandma. shes a GIRL'
at this point i look at them in fucking horror as they try and convince this screaming drunkard that i am, in fact, a woman, constantly correcting MY pronouns and arguining about it. i just sit there completely frozen in fear until the guy turns to me and starts screaming 'hey man i support you as long as you dont touch me' over and over while i just go 'haha yeah thank you haha' hoping i can escape this shit. my friends are still fucking arguing with him and it took like 45mns until we finally left
at least i didnt get hate crimed but dude. cissoids are fucking braindeadidk why they always care more about pronouns and shit than the actual safety of trans women. best allies we can get award
Here's a story of inherited insanity as a TiF has a borderline panic attack over hearing her birth name uttered by the woman who birthed her - but the real comedy starts when her mother plays an Uno Reverse card by having a meltdown of her own so intense that she nearly throws up all over her kitchen in despair all because OP asked her not to use it. This one is a wild ride that gives some insight on how both nature and nurture play roles in the development of troons 'n' poons as there is no way you can grow up normally with a woman this unstable; however, that assessment hinges on trusting OP as a reliable narrator, and by the time you're living the life of a con artist, you're not a very trustworthy source to listen to. Truly, an ECH (Everyone's Crazy Here). Link | Archive
Hey lovely people,
I dont know who to turn to so what better place than the internet, right? I am so unsure what to do (and if there's anything I can do). TLDR; I'm post transition for roughly 7 years, shit exploded yesterday over my deadname because I asked my mom if she would mind not sharing my deadname with strangers that come over because it triggers panic attacks in me. which sent her into a panic attack. She claims she has to crop up my transition in a small box in her heart and with the slightest touch the box breaks and makes me angry. In my perspective I talk very openly about my transition and my youth and things that are part of it, and I am merely asking her to not use my deadname around strangers so I dont have a panic attack myself. It's almost like she's traumatised and I think she need professional help. I'm really unsure what to do next. Is there even anything I can do?
More detailed description below.
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I'm 26M, started my transition in 2017 and consider my transition "finished" ever since my chest surgery in 2020. Life's been good, been on T for 7 years already and have a lovely network and loving girlfriend. My family is accepting and really, I can consider my situation lucky and extremely privileged. I still live wirh my mother, her boyfriend and my younger sister (partially due to the housing crisis, partially because I'm saving up to combat the housing crisis, not the point) my older sister regularly visits.
Yesterday however, stuff kind of exploded. My mother met someone from my primary school on the street and in order to explain how things were going, she used my deadname to explain I'm trans. I can sort of understand this (these people don't know my name right now so in order to place it all she used it,) and that's not really what upset me. However, my younger sister had some friends over and while she was telling this story, she used my deadname in front of my younger sister's friends. I don't feel comfortable that people I dont know extremely well, know this information, and I consider that irrelevant. (Kind of like if someone who recently pooped their pants would tell their coworker in agonising detail how the whole ordeal went down.) Just TMI bro. No one knows my former name except my family, people from my childhood and my girlfriend, and I would like to keep it that way for reasons I don't need to explain lmao. My deadname can trigger really strong responses in me and I sometimes dream about my past dysphoria which is 99% related to my deadname. In this case, too, it triggered a very strong response and I spent 30 minutes trying to calm myself down to prevent a panic attack and remind myself where I am, that I had top surgery and that no one perceives me in this way. I know how to combat this effectively and kept it on the DL. (shout out to my transitioning therapist, I will never forget you)
After that, my mom saw something was up to which I explained I was uncomfortable with her sharing my former name with people outside our private circle and if she could mind who she shares that info with. Essentially she crossed a personal border of mine and I wanted to let her know. Normally we can absolutely share this info with each other, we talk about the whys and whats, apologise and that's it. The response she had was really extreme and shocked me; saying she claimed I locked my childhood up in a box and that I treated my past self as a taboo, that she can never do things right regarding my transition (untrue and she knows this). She started crying and eventually this changed to her having a full blown panic attack and almost puking over our dinner table, which I think is an incredibly extreme reaction to an issue last relevant in 2019.
Her boyfriend and my older sister (who was visiting) asked me some open questions about why I found this so difficult and I explained to them best I could why (that that name has an association of a lot of bodily pain and trauma and reminds me of a dark time where I was struggling with myself to the point of severe depression). The questions they asked were really open and honest, explaining that that name is a part of their story too. They were understanding and told me they would mind what they said, for which I thanked them and reiterated that I know this situation is tough. My older sister, for example, has a colleague with my deadname and she struggles with it because it reminds her of me. (Good to know that my former name is really uncommon) She explained to that colleague why she struggles with it, mentioning I'm trans and that we had the same name. Of course I understand that and I am fine with her telling this to her colleague because that poor woman has no idea why my older sister responds in the way she does. Sure, I dont see why you'd have to mention that all the time, but I am part of their story too and I believe it fair that they want to share parts of their past too.
My mom, however, sees my childhood self as a whole different person than who I am now. She said in the middle of her panic attack that she considers my youth "locked up in a small box" and that "she [me] is not allowed to come out" which is blatantly untrue because we talk about my youth and all the shit pre-transition and while-transitioning all the time. I had a lovely youth and she raised me really well. I don't even hate my former name; I honoured it in my new name as my second middle name, with the specific reason that it's part of my story and who I am.It's just not what I want people to call me nor info I want out on the streets because the whole world doesn't need to know I'm trans. I even asked multiple times back then if she wanted to look together to pick a new name, but she refused and said that was up to me. So I chose a new name that I love and cherish, and she now claims I never gave her any chance to involve her in choosing a new one.
The only thing I ask is if she wont use my deadname in front of strangers because it can trigger a panic attack for me. Essentially it's me setting a boundary. But instead she sees it as if that person has passed away, sees it as if I reject all the things she's done for me in her youth and ties my whole childhood to that name. While I can understand she has only positive associations with that name and it's tough to deal with a trans kid, it's also almost a decade ago and I really thought we were past this. To me it all seems like an extremely bad way to cope with it, let alone respond to me setting a boundary to protect myself.
Instead she responded so strongly I'm seriously wondering if she should be seeking out help because there's no way that this is a fair and equal response to this, right?
Let alone that I find it highkey disheartening and lowkey insulting she considers my deadname such an important part of my youth. She acts like I passed away and like I'm a stranger, that I reject my former self, while I always reassure her that I had an incredibly nice youth and that it's called a transition for a reason; I learned something about myself and changed to that. I have told her a thousand times. In therapy. Out therapy. I feel I'm already really lenient because I allow my family to use my deadname to talk about my past even though that fact makes me uncomfortable sometimes. The last time this whole ordeal was an issue was in fuckin 2019 man, why are we still here?
Reason I'm typing this is because I really would love some advice on how to deal with this. There's nothing I would do differently and I dont think my ask is unreasonable but I just want her to give my deadname a suitable place in her heart. I would really love that for her. Is there anything I can do? I already told her I think we need to solve this issue with a therapist.
And please, if what I ask is unreasonable call me out! I feel really unsure on how to deal with this so it helps. If there are any moms of trans kids on this Reddit that identify with this story, I could really use your advice.
Thanks for reading my million-word essay (or the TLDR). Have a lovely day.
Speaking of paragons of emotional stability, this post features a "genderfluid" (i.e., embarrassingly indecisive) TiM who got into a row with his missus over the obnoxious way he tried to talk about house repairs they needed to get underway. While "mansplaining," conceptually, is a bit nebulous in what it actually refers to due to its highly polarizing and political history, whatever OP interprets it to mean is enough to send him spiraling: the comment is so offensive to him that in a sobbing hysterical fit, he throws out all of his ladygarb - including his beloved breast inserts! - and dwells in the dark recesses of his mind about the inescapability of his maleness, feeling so low and lonesome that he can't even appreciate his supportive family members without referring to them as "cheesy." The icing on top of this cake, however, is that even though she apologizes, his wife stands her ground and insists he was definitely mansplaining, which just upsets him further. I'm a rather pacifistic pickle who objects to war on principle, but posts like these make me wonder if some people should see warfare just to get some fucking perspective on things. Link | Archive
Story is too long and boring to relate for proper context so I'll try to just stick to relevant facts, I'm 36 genderfluid pre-everything but waiting to start HRT. Was trying to discuss something a little complicated about our house's roof leak with my wife (38f). I was repeating facts about water leaks that we both already know to try and lay the groundwork for a problem solving discussion. She said she's too anxious about it to listen to me mansplain about it. Not sure how stating facts we both already know is mansplaining - maybe a bit tedious and annoying, to that I will concede. But can it be considered mansplaining if I'm not doing any 'splaining? I guess it's just a subjective experience in the end so maybe it doesn't matter. Fine, whatever.
It's also a moot point anyway because the comment was so out of the ordinary and true or not, it sent me on a dark spiral and a massive purge of all my girl clothes (which is about 80% of my wardrobe, makeup, jewellery, even my breast inserts). I was crying the whole time and afterwards I just wanted to ______. Now all my drawers are empty and I feel so lost. I can't just "go back to boy" I don't want that. But I feel like a clown for even trying. I'll never pass, I'll never see myself as pretty - just an awkward man in a dress. Family is either weirded out by it, or feigns support in that kindof cheesy liberal way that almost makes you wish they were just bigots. Either way I feel super alienated from them and our relationships are all strained. Friends? Well I am still AMAB in my mid-30s so as usual those are mostly whittled down to a few old friends I get a text response from every few months, and a few of my wife's friends I've become close with. She was my rock through my entire gender journey - the one person I could rely on for advice and support. Now suddenly it feels like that's gone and I have no one.
TLDR: To have come all this way only to get treated like every other man by the one person who's been there as support just broke me. In the end it didn't take much to kick me off the rails (I expected some major violence at the hands of street thugs, or one dramatic showdown with my father). But in the end all it took was one random word thrown out almost casually. She's since apologized for using such gendered language, but stands by her statement that what I was doing felt like mansplaining. Fine, that's someone else's valid experience I can't debate that. But my experience is equally valid, and I feel like I just got run over by a freight train. I'm so lost you guys and I really need help. Am I just transferring other emotional instability onto something that isn't really a big deal? How do I find my baseline again?
TW: Transphobia This fucker is in a local restaurant of mine, and he has a shirt that says “IF GENDER CONFUSES YOU, GO MILK A BULL.” Can we just talk about how endlessly stupid this shit has gotten?
Gender and sex are different. It’s the consensus of all major medical associations and organizations. It doesn’t even conflict their religion, why are they choosing to scapegoat us
r/transgendercirclejerk is a great sub to visit if you ever want to see personal space invaders in their natural habitat trying and failing to satirize their complaints in funn ways. Here's a post from there where a li'l dood despises knowing that her actions have consequences and that there's very little sympathy to be given to those who choose to make themselves unhappy, because God forbid you ever be held accountable for the life that you elect to lead! Link | Archive
What, you don't like emotional isolation? Hegemonic masculinity? Being treated like a danger in spaces that previously welcomed you? Man up! That's just how it is being male!
You don't like being catcalled? Creeped on? Bullied by anyone and everyone for not performing femininity correctly? That's just being a woman, sweaty! Everyone knows that when people transition to treat genuinely life-ruining gender dysphoria, they automatically sign away the right to be upset with the way society treats the gender they are. BTW I'm an ally.
*Non-binary? What's that?
A NLOG can't stop the bitterness from bleeding out of her when, instead of picking up on her subtle cues that she's trying to LARP as a real boy, women around her see her expressions of gender non-conformity and feel inspired to follow suit. "Every coping mechanism I make to pass is being co-opted by women who think it looks more comfortable," she seethes, "I hate feeling like I'm indistinguishable from a woman who's just kind of butch." If you ever needed solid proof that poonacy is just an attempt self-hating women make to delineate themselves as human beings separate from Women™, this post is it. The true irony, of course, is that of all the sports she chose to NLOG it up in, she chose fucking ballet. Come on, you didn't even try something like golf, basketball, or teabagging your friends in a video game? Link | Archive
I grew up doing ballet and for a little while as an adult, I decided to go back to class.
Ultimately I quit because I couldn't handle seeing myself in the mirror anymore but one thing I also noticed was that I went out to the store and got some men's under armor tights and I was wearing that with a tshirt and my black shoes which is standard mens class attire, and some of the women showed up in the same outfit after they saw me
I also have cis women frequently nudge me when talking about deodorant and let me know they like the guys deodorant better too.
I never say anything mean because people can do what they want, I certainly am, and I want them to be liberated but at the same time I feel like every coping mechanism I make to pass is being co-opted by women who think it looks more comfortable
I feel guilty for not being happy about them copying me. I hate feeling like I'm indistinguishable from a woman who's just kind of butch.
Upon breaking a 5-year dry spell to get herself some dong, a "stealth" FTM is brutally embarrassed when an off-hand comment she makes leads her hook-up to craft a laundry list of every single detail that alerted him to her natal reality. Though this causes her to swear off of normal men forevermore, OP now fears that her ruse is much easier to see through than she thought it was, sending her into a deeply dysphoric depression. OP, are you really "dysphoric," or do you have Duper's Despair: the angst and agony suffered by frauds who fail to fool? Link | Archive
I'm bi and have been avoiding sleeping with cis men by choice after too many bad experiences. It's been almost 5 years, but I decided to sleep with this guy who seemed normal and chill. I am 100% stealth and have been most of my life since I transitioned very young. He seemed to be understanding but afterwards, I made an aside comment explaining how people don't expect me to be trans and he responded and said "No, no, we can tell. As soon as I saw you I clocked you." He started going into detail about all the different little things (facial hair, posture, walk, etc.) that made him know I "wasn't really a guy" and I just feel so dysphoric.
This post is not meant to diminish cis men, but I personally have not found any who aren't like this. I feel humiliated and so dysphoric and now all these old insecurities are coming up again. I'm back to swearing off cis men.
A troon finds it frustrating that people ask his pronouns, thereby clocking him in a way considered socially acceptable, and longs to go back in time to an era where his kind could blend into society as shrimpy men and gangly women. Hm, your dogged insistence on living in the limelight seems to have backfired quite terribly for you, hasn't it? Link | Archive
Got asked by a client yesterday what my pronouns are; I pretended not to hear the question. The whole point of doing this is so you assume correctly, and 99.9% of the time people are correct, it's these well-intentioned allies who make me feel clocked.They make me wish we could go back to people not knowing we exist or like we're a myth. Sometimes I wonder if living in a progressive place actually makes passing more difficult. I know why I get asked: it's cause of my stupid fucking voice that's technically passable but like not really.
Proving herself to be a sensitive clitoris granted the ability to walk, a TiF has a total temper tantrum over the concept of "male privilege," fuming so hotly that she practically sounds like she's trying to skinwalk Elliot Rodger with how much she hates other women: "Everyone says they miss women not being scared of them and connecting with them. Well, (I) want them to be scared," she writes, presumably as she waits for various Columbine documentaries to load on YouTube. "Why can I not say that? Is that not part of being male?" I fear I'm a broken record in repeating this, but why don't these freaks ever want to emulate good men and women? OP, what do you think Mr. Rogers would say about this sort of mentality? I'm sure he would find it most un-neighborly, to say the very least. Link | Archive
"i think many of us are forgetting that trans men will never be male " thank you, i was almost forgetting about the main reason of my life-long agonizing sex dysphoria
i'm not even talking about agreeing or disagreeing with the statement, but why the fuck would you say it like this? you can just fucking say that cis people uphold the privilege in a cissexist society, and all that.
these people actually see gender as nothing more than a nickname, really. you will never be fully male or female in their eyes if they know your agab. i feel like a child that's been given praise just to keep them quiet.
the solution is to pass, go stealth and never talk about being trans ever again except with people you have sex with (that will not respect you anymore after). that's what i'm gonna do. fuck everyone and everything else. i need to gymmax and start to fucking pass or it's genuinely over. maybe i am the only trans man ever who actually wants the male privilege and wants to be on top of the social hierarchy. fuck it. why cannot i want it? i want to be feared as much as a cis man. i want to be seen as capable of harm and danger, not a wombyn cute small harmless chick with short hair. i want to be the one they talk about when they say all men are shit. i want to be seen as cis. everyone says they miss women not being scared of them and connecting with them. well, i want them to be scared, why can i not say that? is that not part of being a male? is that not what you are saying?
and no i will never miss connecting with women because i never fucking connected with any woman in my life, all they did was disrespect and abuse me because they knew i wouldn't be any danger for them. when you're a pooner they genuinely see you as a coping female, they see you as One Of Them and not One Of The Others. they say they hate men and tell you that you are not included and pretend it's something good but then you will discover they do not, infact, hate men. they love cis men. they kiss the ground they walk on. they will pretend to see you as a man and will do shit to you that they would never even fanthom doing to a cis man.
I want to be a Man in every fucking sense of the word. i am so tired. tired of people who will use your pronouns, your name, call you a man and then turn around just to tell you that uuuh, don't you think you're trying too hard? why are you pretending to be cis? why did you think you could cosplay being a big strong man when you are so weak and small? why are you forcing yourself to act like REAL men? you have toxic masculinity if you act this way but i will never tell that to a cis man because unlike you he is a REAL man and he can do that, while you look just embarassing. everyone is gonna laugh at you. AFAB AFAB AFAB FEMALE SOCIALIZATION FEMALE REPRODUCTIVE SYSTEM RIGHTS FEMALE FEMALE FEMALE AFAB AFAB NO MALE PRIVILEGE. I feel fucking crazy. The brainworms got me. being a trans man is a humiliation ritual and i am tired of pretending otherwise. i'm transitioning now and people i know that have gendered me correctly for years told me i "wanted changes too early" and "was too impatient" because i said i wanted to grow fuller eyebrows. fuck you. maybe it's not because i am a pooner who wants to cosplay being a man. maybe i want fuller eyebrows because i am a malebrained looksmaxxer with brainworms from tiktok phonk edits and want to ascend. what about it. fuck you.
ps. sorry for the low effort post. i don't like posting screenshots but this particular post kinda killed me on the spot because one of my main dysphoria triggers is male privilege and all that stuff. posting this on main too because who fucking cares. a cis man wouldn't be scared of being cancelled.
That's it. That's the post. Thanks to health insurance it's more humorous than harmful, but yeah. Remember lads, that transition you wanted? You'd best commit to the new hygiene as well.
Free kisses at the one-woman protest!! Local melinated individual not amused, both at tranny antics and slipping off the progressive agenda since 2020 lol
That event where Lil Nas X literally got buckbroken by Satan should've been some kind of wake up call to them, but no I guess buying kool aid pineapples with EBT is just too enjoyable to give up.
The dindus are going to suck the girldick.
The older generation of conservatives raised their kids on the idea that they were holdouts against a rising tide of sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll. It's understandable, but people don't work that way. If you tell your children that they're a conquered people, they'll instinctually assimilate to the conquering culture.
My hope is that this mindset has died out, and the Right now correctly models itself as an ascendant counterculture cutting through a horde of flabby, ugly foreign biomass. That right wing parents present their enemies not as exotic, dangerous radicals seeking to seduce them, but as fat, placid bugmen seeking to sabotage them.
Troons insist that this is a TERF lie while also “coworker admitted they all knew and were just humoring me for 6 months-I’m devastated” gets posted in their subreddits everyday. And also “I pass to everyone but small children, what the hell???”
It's hilarious that they can't figure out the most obvious thing possible... that everyone clocks them everywhere, all the time but it's just small children that don't have an automatic friendly social filter turned on. That each adult person they meet has that millisecond delay where their brain goes "okay sir ma'am!" It's not even intentional, all of our brains fire off "male" and "female" signals for every single face we see before we even instantiate conversation. No matter how fucking woke-pozzed you are, you can't override your brain hardwiring. You can just get really good at faking that millisecond delay not being there.
Reality is their problem, not social constructs. It's unfortunate because as far as I'm aware, nobody has yet beaten the universe just by willing things to be other than they are. If that worked, schizophrenics and strong-willed psychopaths would be gods who rule the earth.
It's interesting seeing more of them lean away from the transmen are men ideal, only because they hate being excluded for "safety" reasons or being seen as potential predators.
Lol wait, the troons are now making their own safe spaces that keep out other troons??
But they still can't understand why women don't feel comfortable about having transwomen (i.e. a person born with testicles and a cock) in their restrooms!!? That's fucking amazing. I have nothing to add but lol. lmao even
Where exactly in history did the Western world decide that "sex" and "gender" were two totally separate things? I feel like I'm being gaslit so I had to find an old dictionary:
GENDER, n.
-A sex, male or female.
-In grammar, a difference in words to express distinction of sex; usually a difference of termination in nouns, adjectives, and participles, to express the distinction of male and female. But although this was the original design of different terminations, yet in the progress of language, other words, having no relation to one sex or the other, came to have genders assigned to them by custom. Words expressing males are said to be of masculine gender; those expressing females, of the feminine gender; and in some languages, words expressing things having no sex are of the neuter or neither gender.
Sure, science progresses. Language changes. We have a better understanding of what makes someone not "feel" like their birth sex better these days; a hundred years ago they'd just be called a sissy faggot or something and beaten. Nobody wants to return to that. But I can't shake this creeping feeling that even in the course of my own lifetime the general understanding of certain things are being eroded from below like a foundation built on quicksand. Sex and gender are different, sure. But even twenty years ago I don't think anyone would have said "gender is what sex you feel like" or something. I don't feel like any kind of sex. I have genitals bequeathed to me by my chromosomes or God or whatever you want to call it. I don't have a feeling of my gender. I can describe things as masculine or feminine and describe what I'm attracted to but nobody taught me that shit. There absolutely are gender roles in any given society and those can be taught and emulated but nobody sits around teaching boys or girls how their physiognomy feels. It's like I'm taking crazy pills even thinking about this.
It's hilarious that they can't figure out the most obvious thing possible... that everyone clocks them everywhere, all the time but it's just small children that don't have an automatic friendly social filter turned on.
Just an aside --
Social constructs are reality.
Social constructs are how human beings interact in all times and places, except sometimes in the bedroom.
It's only in postmodern critical theory "social construct" is a cuss word that signals some aspect of human interaction one wishes to sneer out of existence.
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"!!". i turn to my friends and ask to leave cause i dont feel safe but they just tell me 'noo its fine'
" thank you, i was almost forgetting about the main reason of my life-long agonizing sex dysphoria
Needs to be said, again and again.