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This thread is serious. As crazy as it sounds, I’ve decided to give the fuck up on my MtF dreams.
Trans people transition to be their true selves. Although I feel that my true self is feminine, my true self is also a lazy slob. I learned through experience—by going out as a woman a few times—that I can’t be a trans woman and a slob at the same time.
In what specific ways am I a “slob”? Well, I’m a very “physically uncomfortable” person (I’ll explain what this means soon), and this makes it hard for me to not behave in ways that people perceive as disgusting and very un-feminine. I frequently scratch itches all over my face and body, including in my scalp, ass crack, and groin. I frequently cough and clear my throat because it gets uncomfortable all the time. I frequently snort my nose because it’s keeps getting clogged with mucus. I just don’t have the willpower to refrain from fixing all of these physical discomforts. Even when I do sometimes refrain—for example, when I interacted with my oneitis—it feels so uncomfortable.
In the days that I went outside dressed as a woman with makeup, I found out how fucking stressful it was to behave accordingly. I could not rub my eyes because my eye shadow and winged eyeliner would smear if I did. I could not carelessly and randomly scratch my face whenever it itched; I had to carefully use a nail to press on the spot where the itch is. I had to hold back on my masculine-sounding coughing and throat-clearing. In addition to all of that, I also had to put in the work to speak with an unnaturally high-pitched voice—this feels restrictive and actually limits my self-expression (which is the total opposite of the goal of transitioning). Furthermore, when I went out in a skirt, I had to keep my legs pressed together while seated in order for my ballsack bulge to not be out in the open. Way too much work.
I’m a woman on the inside. However, I’m definitely not a hardworking person on the inside. If there were a magic button that could make me female, I’d press it in a heartbeat. But, because the closest option to it that exists in reality is a very arduous gender-transition journey, I think it might be easier to just present male even if I feel like shit being a man.
I fucking hate effort. I fucking hate work. I fucking hate taking care of myself, taking care of others, and taking care of things going on in life. I’d rather rot than put in the effort that’s required to transition.
Tagging the forum’s trans sisters and their allies:
@Aloha @Eriot Lodger @andy9432 @Jpg @NarrowBones @Lookologist003 @Sprinkles @Ozraelite
Trans people transition to be their true selves. Although I feel that my true self is feminine, my true self is also a lazy slob. I learned through experience—by going out as a woman a few times—that I can’t be a trans woman and a slob at the same time.
In what specific ways am I a “slob”? Well, I’m a very “physically uncomfortable” person (I’ll explain what this means soon), and this makes it hard for me to not behave in ways that people perceive as disgusting and very un-feminine. I frequently scratch itches all over my face and body, including in my scalp, ass crack, and groin. I frequently cough and clear my throat because it gets uncomfortable all the time. I frequently snort my nose because it’s keeps getting clogged with mucus. I just don’t have the willpower to refrain from fixing all of these physical discomforts. Even when I do sometimes refrain—for example, when I interacted with my oneitis—it feels so uncomfortable.
In the days that I went outside dressed as a woman with makeup, I found out how fucking stressful it was to behave accordingly. I could not rub my eyes because my eye shadow and winged eyeliner would smear if I did. I could not carelessly and randomly scratch my face whenever it itched; I had to carefully use a nail to press on the spot where the itch is. I had to hold back on my masculine-sounding coughing and throat-clearing. In addition to all of that, I also had to put in the work to speak with an unnaturally high-pitched voice—this feels restrictive and actually limits my self-expression (which is the total opposite of the goal of transitioning). Furthermore, when I went out in a skirt, I had to keep my legs pressed together while seated in order for my ballsack bulge to not be out in the open. Way too much work.
I’m a woman on the inside. However, I’m definitely not a hardworking person on the inside. If there were a magic button that could make me female, I’d press it in a heartbeat. But, because the closest option to it that exists in reality is a very arduous gender-transition journey, I think it might be easier to just present male even if I feel like shit being a man.
I fucking hate effort. I fucking hate work. I fucking hate taking care of myself, taking care of others, and taking care of things going on in life. I’d rather rot than put in the effort that’s required to transition.
Tagging the forum’s trans sisters and their allies:
@Aloha @Eriot Lodger @andy9432 @Jpg @NarrowBones @Lookologist003 @Sprinkles @Ozraelite
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