You are a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs, but that doesn't matter. You are a valid human who is trying to feel comfortable in her body.

All the “validation” you get is pure. Behind your back people love you. Your parents are happy and proud of you, your friends laugh at your jokes behind closed doors, and boys love you, and girls envy you.

Men absolutely love you. Trans folk who “pass” look ordinary and natural to a man. Your bone structure does not matter. Estradiol widens the hips. You will be happy. You will smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, and deep inside you feel the euphoria creeping up like a weed. It is what defines you, not the transphobes.

Eventually, it’ll be perfect for you - you’ll come out, start HRT, get top surgery, and finally be your ideal self. Your parents will find you, happy and relieved that they finally have a happy daughter. They’ll congratulate you on your hard journey, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a woman is what you are.

You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.

Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even s who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

army, assemble!

kill urself japanese scum

Y.A.S.M.L.M.F./obituary

forget/remember

M-------/C----

Vanilla Town

>on the internet

>on a drama board

>he does it for free

>he takes his "job" very seriously

>he does it because it is the only amount of power & control he will ever have in his pathetic life

>he deletes threads he doesn't like because whenever he gets upset he has an asthma attack

>he deletes threads he doesn't like because they interfere with the large backlog of little girl chinese cartoons he still has to watch

>he will never have a real job

>he will never move out of his parent's house

>he will never be at a healthy weight

>he will never know how to cook anything besides a hot pocket

>he will never be a woman

>he will never have any friends

white racists are vermin

The only position which the modern webdev posses the cognitive capacity to use is FDAU.

1. https://rdrama.net/banned

2. https://www.hexbear.net/modlog

Really makes you think 🤔🤔🤔

if i am getting downmarseyd for things as simple as "black crimes matter", "cohencidence" and "dilate", how are you going to cope when i start dropping actual redpills on here? what happens when i decide to shatter your tiny reddit reality? riddle me that?

She has bladder cancer and keeps fricking knocking on my door asking about it. She's not a patient, I'm not a urologist, leave me the frick alone. I'm done telling her to go to her urologist, I don't care that they are in Texas. If they're refusing hospice for a clearly terminal illness don't ask me what to do. Do bio immunotherapy and don't ask somebody that can't give any form of medical advice.

Bring back ruqqus

i will shit on your rug

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