💬 Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild

[norbo]

The homosexual ones were, yes, the straight guys with a crossdressing fetish (what we'd call autogynephiles today) weren't.

Pretty sure you mean "true and honest women" bigot.

Socialism creates trannies confirmed.

 

[Hongourable Madisha]

That one and "Bjorn" are trending with TIFs similarly to how "Alice" and "Lilith" are trending with TIMs.

I mostly see troons with either names from mythology or badly anglicised Irish names for some reason. If they're not called something like Achilles or Artemis, they're called Aiden or Neve.

 

[Manimal House]

Was her name doreen?

I don't remember, he said his name a couple times and it was some dead old woman type of name, like "Gertrude" or something.

 

[Mr.Bucket]

You just described 90% of FtM's.

I had an ftm tranny who didn't even fucking attempt to look or sound like a man that was able to join my *Men's* University Choir back in ~2017-2018. This is despite the fact that this bitch literally had an alto singing voice. But because my school was about as woke as they get, when this troon asked to get in there was 0 hesitation from my choral director.

"""""He"""""" made all the guys super mad because, despite being assigned 1st Tenor (the highest voice part in a men's choir), this idiot couldn't hit any of the lower notes of his part and its voice just generally did not blend with the other guys at all.

I should also note that "he" was probably 5'2" and 300 pounds, had buzzcut and blue dyed hair, and massive tits. Great job passing, retard. He also had a stupid name that I don't remember exactly, but it was some "unique" name (that no actual guy has in the 21st century) like Emmett or Oliver or some shit.

Fuck trannies, man. I just wanted to sing in my men's choir

Emmett/Oliver would be better than most 21st century male names. Like Brayxden.

 

[MysticLord]

I went to highschool with a true dyed in the wool hoodrat girl who would pretend to be a boy on particular days based on a whim from what I can tell. This means on any given day she just expected you to know her pronouns and would blow up at you if you guessed them incorrectly. Keep in mind this was long before this type of behavior had become commonplace. ‘Pronouns’ in the way we consider them in that context now weren’t the same as they were back then and the tranny problem really didn’t exist, at least not to the overwhelming extent that it does now. Back then this was a major anomaly. Eventually she got sent off to a ‘Alternative’ School for trouble students and from there I’m told, based on rumors, that she allegedly raped another girl and ended up in prison.

Blue text is quite possibly the most woman-brained behavior possible.

 

[Michael Janke]

Regarding the car thing, they're the same here in Australia. - The fatter and uglier the Troon or lesbian, the more likely they are to drive a bright metallic green Suzuki Swift or maybe a Jimny.

makes you wonder. if you can look like they do and be employed and able to pay for a car plus insurance and other living expenses.
everyone else has literally almost no excuse to not be employed.

 

[tygressofaera]

Caught an MTF at the uni campus now that school's started and the campuses can actually open. Even with the mask and coat it's obvious because he's practically 7' tall and broad as a barn. Yet wearing a skirt. In the art annex of course. Wonder what he does in there.

 

[behindyourightnow]

Emmett/Oliver would be better than most 21st century male names. Like Brayxden.

Oliver is a very popular baby boy's name right now, and FtMs almost always choose trendy boys' names (even though these names make them more clockable, because most actual males with the names are 15+ years younger). "Greyson" is one of the insufferable unique baby names that has also taken off with FtMs.

 

[BobsSpergers]

I was at the store yesterday, heading for the personal care aisle, when I saw what HAD to be a tranny making a beeline for the makeup section. Now, if he wasn't moving when I saw him, I might not have realized he was a troon. He had a mask on, longish hair and a slight, fairly feminine frame. But his gait gave it away completely. He was moving like a pro wrestler entering the ring. My instincts kicked in immediately, it was this primal sense that something was off. Any troons that I saw in the wild before didn't pass at all, so this was a new sensation. Not much of a story, just more proof that no matter what they do, trannies can't pass as the opposite sex IRL.

 

[Gohn Joodman]

At work one of our clients is an obvious (aren’t they all?) transexual/gender/what-have-you. Freezing my ass off in this bitter climate with a pair of jeans yet this dude puts his man-legs on full display with his miniskirt and thigh highs.

EDIT:
Was listening to this song at work:

This…situation really gave the song a different meaning.

 

[Mr.Bucket]

Time to add a new one to the list.

Long story short I discovered that my only friend back in HS (even though he was a total dick even then) just went tranny within the last year. Last time I talked to him was a couple years ago when his oldest just turned 13. Made me feel old as shit.

Saw it first on instagram when checking something else out, so I went to search his name on FB and couldn't find it, searched his tranny name and BAM there it was.

And I always thought I was the fucked up one in the head out of the 2 of us.

EDIT: It gets weirder. There's no pictures of his oldest son. There used to be one of the two of them in front of his house. His wife (who looks like the typical butch lesbian now) doesn't have any, either. Makes me wonder if the kid was like "fuck this shit" and moved out at like 13-14.

 

[Fagette]

A couple years ago, when I worked as a waitress, I had to serve a FtM troon wearing a shirt advertising a porn shop.

 

[Gamepad]

I was at the store yesterday, heading for the personal care aisle, when I saw what HAD to be a tranny making a beeline for the makeup section. Now, if he wasn't moving when I saw him, I might not have realized he was a troon. He had a mask on, longish hair and a slight, fairly feminine frame. But his gait gave it away completely. He was moving like a pro wrestler entering the ring. My instincts kicked in immediately, it was this primal sense that something was off. Any troons that I saw in the wild before didn't pass at all, so this was a new sensation. Not much of a story, just more proof that no matter what they do, trannies can't pass as the opposite sex IRL.

Ayyyy, you finally felt it.

It's that niggling feeling in the back of your head, you caught something that trips you off.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

My instincts kicked in immediately, it was this primal sense that something was off.

This is why I think "transphobia" will always be a thing as long as human nature remains unchanged.

 

[Mairon]

I try to avoid making trouble when possible, so I’ll give some basic shit I’ve noticed in my circle. I’m in the fighting game community and notice a trend of when the troons come out of the woodwork. The trannies, almost without fail, only play anime games and retro fighters. Every time a new revision of Guilty Gear or whatever the current game is come out, there’s a few dumpy weird-looking people that show up with some of the common tells. Luckily these games also never seem to stick offline the way Street Fighter and Tekken do so it’s only an annoying few weeks every 6 months or so.
It’s genuinely weird to me that there are absolutely no Tekken trannies now that I’m thinking about it. Even SF5 has a few token ones that show up in tournaments.

No Tekken trannies because Tekken is for men and they know it. It's like kryptonite.

 

[Mairon]

I got another one.

So I'm a pretty slim dude, 5'8, long hair, usually tight pants and an Iron Maiden shirt or something. Pretty standard for the whole 80's metal aesthetic I've run with for basically my whole life.

Anyway, I went to St. Augustine with some friends two years ago, so I was 19, and we saw a medieval torture museum. Sounds rad.
We go in and the first thing you see is cool swords and spiky dangerous shit all over, the works. We get to the gift shop and are greeted by a 6 foot tall man with stubble, caked in makeup, and wearing fucking heels at the end of his stubbly cankled stalks. Trying to dress all "goth" i guess to fit the theme of the place. Nasty. Anyway this dude walks up to us and asks in this hellish falsetto "hOw CaN i HeLp YoU gUyS?"
Everyone is stunned and just tries to be nice, but it will not go away. We start picking up swords and cups and stuff and talking amongst ourselves, and this fuckin goober keeps interjecting with its own shitty opinions.
After a bit we all seperate within the gift shop to pick out something to take home, and this thing follows me the whole time. Looking over my shoulder, talking up every item I glance at, and trying to compliment me. Needless to say the hairs on my neck were stiff as hell.
Eventually we left without buying anything because that fag was really creepy. Made sure everybody gave that creature a grimace before we left to let it know how nasty it was.

If you think I'm exaggerating, try going there. It might still work there.

 

[Nonconsentual Pronouns]

Trying to dress all "goth" i guess

The far left's fixation on punk, metal, gothic and faux gothic (aka mall goth, aka emo) aesthetic has done my life zero favors aside from providing red flags at the ready. I assume we're in the same boat, what with your classic metal aesthetic and all, so I'm likely preaching to the choir. Isn't it grand how these freaks who fetishize our styles assume we're one of them the same way a weeb thinks some stranger on the bus is their BFF and has the exact same opinions because they saw a video game pin on their bag?

You dress in black and purple emo-striped Spencer's lingerie in public, I dress in modest black retro and business casual. We are not the same.

I don't know if you run into this problem often, but I must sadly tell you to start trying to get used to it and learn how to end contact with them as quickly and calmly as possible. That, or learn to troll them in-convo at your own risk. I hope you don't ever feel the need to abandon your style just to refrain from inadvertently catching their interest.

 

[Mairon]

The far left's fixation on punk, metal, gothic and faux gothic (aka mall goth, aka emo) aesthetic has done my life zero favors aside from providing red flags at the ready. I assume we're in the same boat, what with your classic metal aesthetic and all, so I'm likely preaching to the choir. Isn't it grand how these freaks who fetishize our styles assume we're one of them the same way a weeb thinks some stranger on the bus is their BFF and has the exact same opinions because they saw a video game pin on their bag?

You dress in black and purple emo-striped Spencer's lingerie in public, I dress in modest black retro and business casual. We are not the same.

I don't know if you run into this problem often, but I must sadly tell you to start trying to get used to it and learn how to end contact with them as quickly and calmly as possible. That, or learn to troll them in-convo at your own risk. I hope you don't ever feel the need to abandon your style just to refrain from inadvertently catching their interest.

Good point on the faggaloons taking punk/metal for their own cool points.

These nirvana-clad hot topic transposers don't have anything on a gaggle of dudes wearing brash metal art and calling them slurs. This was before we really started to get mean to these wackos in public, now it happens way less.

 

[I am vomit]

Good point on the faggaloons taking punk/metal for their own cool points.

These nirvana-clad hot topic transposers don't have anything on a gaggle of dudes wearing brash metal art and calling them slurs. This was before we really started to get mean to these wackos in public, now it happens way less.

I miss being allowed to actually be edgy alt. Rather than social justice alt.

 

[Protein Blaster]

Compared to many this is a tame story, but once I went to a tabletop game store with my brother in law because I was craving some cringy D&D time while waiting for my girlfriend to get off work. The table next to us had this man in what looked to be something my mother would pick out for me when I was in early primary school while talking in a falsetto about Yu-Gi-Oh cards. Watched me as I went into the bathroom and was waiting to go in right behind me, and also stared at me almost the whole time while I was there since I was the only actual woman there. He looked greasier than the fry cook in the kitchen that made sandwiches so fat it could make Garfield shed a tear.
Never saw him again, good riddance.