This happened earlier today, but I had to wait to post it till now because of a ban award.

Was at the airport for thanksgiving travels, going thru security. Our story centers with the millimeter wave (MW) machine. That's the machine where you walk in, put your hands up, and the thing spins around you. When you step in, the minimum wage TSA worker hits a red button for female and a blue button for male. When I went in they hit the female button, it scanned me and then it beeped. On the screen, it put a box around my crotch. Fricking great.

The poor TSA agent then had to very invasively frisk me. I'll spare you the details. For whatever reason they're really into the frisking at O'hare, compared to other airports where they'll often just give it a single pat or wave me thru. I don't understand why these things have to be so sensitive; they've also detected one of my friend's pads too and she had to get the whole pat down. They're an egregious violation of privacy.

I remember guides being available on /lgbt/. How does one acquire testosterone and does anyone know where to find a guide for using testosterone?

it's like some sort of cosmic joke that i manage to grow massive amounts of hair on my stomach that i have to shave constantly but yet my facial hair barely grows at all if i neglect it for ages

legit grow a beard on my gut that i'm nairing once a week and shaving daily yet my facial hair never grows in. what causes these genes?

does a good job stirring the pot and making both and mad in the process.

Remember that no matter who you are or what you've done, God loves you and calls us all to repentance.

The XENOFEMINIST MANIFESTO

Very few works survive in this age of constant iconoclasm via creative over-saturation. Of those that do, which is to say, those works of the written word which are still worth reading a few days after they have been published, most of them share these characteristics:

• Published on their own domain

• Generally by an anonymous person or committee of persons

• Leaning whole-heartedly into the dense complex wordplay of the literate.

That's just the game as it is played these days.

So this is the Xenofeminist Manifesto, written by queers in 2015. Politically this situates the manifesto after the dissolution of Occupy Wall Street, in which the disaffected movers and shakers of that generation connected online to try and make sense of the cybernetic world which still seemed to have some of the promise of the early Internet. I connect the 'early Internet' to the dawn of Wikipedia, a time when it seemed like the Internet might bring waves of liberation to a corporatized and commodified world.

It didn't turn out that way.

But this is your legacy.

Laboria Cuboniks, I toast your effort! I toast your sacrifice! I suck your peepee and your clit! QUEER THE BOUNDARIES.

OCCUPY DIDN'T DIE

IT JUST

WENT

UNDERGROUND

>be me

>college soph

>roommate had friends over in our suite, they're all really loud. I'm also depressed and I feel like moving somewhere else will help me focus

>go to a quiet common area

>get some work done

>a group of 2.5 boys walks in (one is any pronouns so in my mind they're half a boy)

>one of them is in my japanese class, we'll call him J

>they're talking about japanese

>I chime in

>eventually move over to their table

>turns out another guy in their group, lets call him T, is in my physics class

>do my physics hw with him

>the conversation continues

>one of them wants gatorade

>we all go to the vending machine

>there's a door with a sign that says AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY

>the door is cracked open. they didn't bother to shut it

>go in there and explore around

>mostly just HVAC stuff and a few buckets of chemicals, but there's a ladder to the roof. J wants to go up, and I encourage him to, but the others talk him down. he tells me quietly that we'll come back to it later without them.

>we leave the room, but continue talking

>the university is really old and there is a network of underground steam tunnels connecting the buildings

>I've always wanted to explore it, but none of my friends seemed too into it

>they want to explore it

>usually the buildings are closed overnight (it is like 12:30am by this point)

>one of J's friends is hosting a League of Legends watch party in the auditorium so that building is open

>something to do with timezones but their world champ turney is like in the middle of the night or something like that

>we decide to go over and try to poke around. The buildings are connected so if we can get into one we can get into the others

>got into the auditorium. our group confidently grabbed a few slices of pizza and T grabs a sprite before promptly leaving

>we explore the basements and such

>we found some things, but the important part here is the romance so imma skip ahead

>sitting with the guys at a table on the top floor next to a big window

>thirsty

>start drink some of T's sprite

>ffw next day

>door still not closed

>back in the first room (door still not closed)

>just me, J, and T (T decided to tag along)

>get up on the roof

>the trapdoor wasn't properly closed either

>on the roof it's a lot colder than I thought it would be

>the roof is iced over, despite the fact that the ground isn't. i wasn't expecting that

>I make a comment about being cold, and T offers me his scarf. Of course I take it, it smells so much like him. I was legit just holding up his scarf to my nose and sniffing it (it was dark so he didn't see)

>spend like 40minutes on the roof just looking up at the stars

>ffw 2 days (yesterday)

>T shows up to the club that I'm in, he tags along with me

>I show him some code stuff on my computer

>after the club meeting, i have some hw due before midnight, was going to go over to the library to come with me

>he didn't bring his laptop, but he accepts (he also has work to do)

>walk to his dorm (opposite direction), he grabs his bag, then we walk over to the library

>absolutely cannot stop thinking about naughty things on the way over

>We study together for like an hour

>One of J's friends is having ppl over to drink, invites T and me

>I still have hw to do, and T waits with me even tho his friends are getting drunk rn

>after I finally finish the two of us walk over to the friends' apartment

>get drunk with them

>we were on the floor, but then a seat on the couch opened up

>I sit on the couch and he sits right on the floor in front of me with is back on the couch, so my legs are on either side of him

>start playing smash bros

>i lost the first game because I was drunk and bound my controls incorrectly (I put my jump on RT and shield on LT, and I accidentally swapped those. also accidentally left tap jump on) So I kept airdodging when I meant to jump which is obv pretty bad

>After fixing my controls, win the next game

>Offer T a consolation hug

>He accepts

>Bend over and give him a really big hug

>hold tight, hug him with my whole body (incl. the legs, which he's between)

>lay my head on his during the hug

>really savor the feeling and the smell of his shampoo

>do this a few more times during the night

>also put my head on his a few times and straight up just sniffed his hair a few times lol

>we stop playing smash and a seat opens up next to me, invite him to sit there

>he does

>start leaning on his shoulder

>with a drunken confidence talk softly into his ear

>"i think ur cute"

>he says back to me "i think ur cute too"

>taken aback. I fully expected that he would reject me

>tell him that I'm trans

>he says "I know" -- later he told me that he confirmed his suspicions earlier that day at the club where I showed him some code. When I first opened up VSCode, it opened up to the last thing I had opened. That was the CSS which replaces the emoji awards in /h/transgender with the trans plushie . He saw the "trans plushie" part and that was enough for him ig lol

>I don't believe him, I feel like he misheard me

>a short while later I tell him that I'm trans

>he tells me that he knows and that it's ok

>ask if I can go home with him

>he agrees

>he gets up to use the bathroom

>J wants to call an uber home. J and T are suitemates btw

>J wants to know if it should be his building or mine (they're like 3 min away from each other so not a big deal either way)

>tell him to do their building

>"thats what I thought"

>once the uber gets there I sit next to T and lay on his shoulder and cuddle the whole time

>on the short walk from the uber to the room, hold T's hand

>finally get to his room

>he asks if he can close the door

>ofc.jpeg

>start making out almost immediately

>move to cuddling in bed together

>he kisses me all over

>starts to give me a hickey on the neck then realizes that that might not be the best idea since I'm seeing family for thanksgiving

>I thought that he didn't do it long enough to leave a mark. Boy was I wrong

>take off my shirt and bra

>he does naughty things with my chest

>we fall asleep at like 2am spooning each other (he's the big spoon obv)

>wake up the next morning at 7am for my flight

>kissing etc.

>really really really want to suck his peepee

>can feel it throbbing in his pants

>we agree not to because I still needed to pack lol

Anyways the hickey that he left was WAYYYY worse than I thought. I tried putting some concealer on it, which made it slightly less noticeable, but it's still pretty obvious. Luckily I packed a lot of turtlenecks

Comfortable, shaping, and provide an extra pocket for small items (important: only the ones YOU touch, do not put money in there, that's gross)

• First of all they make fools out of us so it now takes a lot of courage to even admit that you have this problem, and people will inevitably be disgusted with you for it, and you can't even blame them going by what they know.

But that's only the tip of the iceberg.

• The massive influx of transtrenders has the system backed up so far that it now takes like 6 years to get started, while confused children and snowflakes who don't understand what they're doing are taking what you need and will harm them.

• Gender theory almost prohibits any discourse or research into treatment, because it insists that gender is a "social construct" and that people who have dysphoria really have "internalized transphobia". It goes as far as to demand celebration and worship of something that kills 41% of its victims. Anyone who voices the slightest bit of disagreement is automatically a "fascist" who is "literally genociding trans people".

• Trying to seek treatment or venting about your suffering will only get you canceled for baseless accusations of transphobia. You will be considered an enemy of the party and ruthlessly persecuted.

• They're bringing back sexist gender roles repackaged as progressive

• They call attention to trans issues so much that everything has to revolve around it. You're constantly reminded of one of the things you're most desperately trying to forget about, and you're expected to celebrate one of the worst parts of your life.

• "Trans rights" are really a wedge issue for recruiting gullible people into a political cult, or dare I say religion, and one that promotes one of the most dystopian forms of communism ever conceived. This is obvious to anyone outside of said religion. Due to their efforts it's now nearly impossible to speak of yourself separately from them.

• They give bad actors a foolproof way to avoid criticism. Men can compete in women's sports, go in women's restrooms and locker rooms, and demand that people date them just by declaring themselves women, and no one is allowed to question it.

• Not only do they stunt legitimate research and access to treatment, but they actively encourage making people trans as if wanting to keep yourself safe every second of your life is somehow superior. Instead of working to find ways to reduce the number of trans babies and treat those who already exist, they want more trans babies who have little chance at a good life. This is just as horrifying as trying to increase the number of people who are born with no legs. But they don't care about people's welfare, they care about molding them into useful cowtools for their political establishment.

Terfoid jealousy and cope below.

https://x.com/ilovepreserves/status/1675827588080586753

There's another post on the front page about a trans woman destroying the motel room of her date after he found out that she was trans. I'd like to have an informed discussion itt about it.

First, I would like to consider the question -- When should you disclose? There's no obvious answer, but it should probably be before you get to the bedroom. It's difficult because it can be hard to find a good time, and if you're drunk and just OK'ing thru dialogue you can end up pretty far before you realize that you should probably disclose. Also, when I'm drunk I'm not thinking about things like that, it's more of "oh he's cute" and then trying to flirt with him. I'm just trying to be happy and be social rather than worry about disclosing that im trans. Being trans takes a backseat to the warm and fuzzy feeling that drunkenly talking to cute guys provides.

Then there's the "wE cAn AlWaUs TeLl". Chuds always say this, but it's just straight-up wrong. Consider -- if this statement was true, you shouldn't have to disclose, because the guy already knows! But in reality, if you don't say something super explicit like "I'm trans and I have a peepee" there will STILL be men who think you're cis and get surprised down the line.

Finally, I'd like to address the fact that trans people don't like the fact they are trans. The only thing a trans girl ever wanted was to be just a girl, and as such whenever a guy is being flirty there's this dark temptation to go along without disclosing in order to appease that inner desire. The weak-willed will readily cave to such desires. I wish that people would understand that being trans is just part of the vast diversity of the human experience, and to not be mad or surprised when you find out that someone is trans. But that isn't the world that we live in (at least for now). Our curse is that we may taste the fruit, but never dare swallow it.

!cuteandvalid

asked that guy out and he said no, but he did counteroffer and said that he would love to go to the Proposed First Date Location as friends.

also i met with my advisor today and the first thing this guy does is look at my boobs as I sit down

i say this dead serious. my phantom kitty issues have gotten a lot worse recently. what the heck do i do? this is really deranged but it's like I know what it feels like to get peepeeed down and I absolutely need that rn. i started crying while making out with my fwb because i could feel her peepee rubbing up against my crotch and i just really wanted to put it into a hole that i dont have. im just wayyy to close to ending my life over this shit.

the horny is getting overwhelming. i'm nervous that all of the men in my life are going to notice that ive been checking them out. wtf do i do !cuteandvalid

I can't help but nooootice that all the most prominent rdrama are of the cute and valid xueen variety . Surely there has to be at least one very manly dudebroking on this website?

Obviously there's some correlation. Chuds think they have it figured out but their answers just don't seem realistic.

Personally, I think sexuality becomes a cope/outlet for identity distress and that's why euphoria and sexual response ends up triggering over similar things.

@X I dunno that seems pretty far cooled to me

The pinkname menace completely dominates the mod list

@GeraIt_of_Uganda total neomoid erasure is coming, I can feel it

I hate that motherlover so much its unreal !cuteandvalid !nonchuds

i spend every waking moment of my life trying to somehow suppress my desire to kill myself. My bed sits adjacent to a window, and sometimes I feel as though that window calls my name. I've removed the screen before, just to get some fresh air and perhaps a sense of adrenaline through my veins. All of this because I'm trans, because I'll never have the semblance of a normal life. I just want to be a woman more than anything in the world, and yet God must hold that from me while freely handing it out to everyone else. I remember digging into my perineum as a child, hoping that there was secretly an opening down there. Part of me still clings onto the hope that perhaps if I pray to God hard enough and want it badly enough, that some day I'll wake up and I'll be a cis woman and will have always been a cis woman and this bad dream can finally come to and end. But every day I wake up only to discover that it's not, and the only way to truly end this living nightmare is to end my life.

So frick you, @CrystalVulpine. I have gender dysphoria. There is no reason for it; it is an irrational desire which can only partially be sated by transition. The "why you should transition" post was a light-hearted attempt to highlight some of the positives of transitioning (and poke some fun at chuds), rather than all of the negative. But rhetoric is lost on rDrama, and due to low literacy rates in the US, many (including you!) took it literally. Frick you, you have absolutely no foundation to speculate upon feelings which only I truly know. I tend to keep these things close to my heart, but I absolutely loathe people like you who erroneously take lack of mention to imply lack thereof.