Preface from Nao

I am receiving this from my boyfriend, who is a trans man. In between our time together, I had to literally see him suffering time and time again because he couldn’t find anything that was remotely useful to him in terms of his transition; on the opposite, we found countless instances of transmasculine people glamorizing their womanhood, fetishizing their pre-transition bodies (the very same bodies they should’ve felt dysphoric within) and overall circlejerking in social spaces, while leaving out anything remotely or properly masculine.

I know my boyfriend, he’s a very gentle man who’s gone through a ton, and seeing this treatment outside really saddens me, as a trans person myself, because I thought things weren’t so much worse on the other side. Little did I know that, in hindsight, the trans feminine spaces are less “brainrotted”. This still saddens me in a way, because the entire premise of this experience was to support each other especially since we’re minority.

Anyway, I literally had to pressure him into writing his own suffering, mostly because I think this will save another life out there, even if it can be regarded as “edgelord writing”, “part of the problem” or whatever else. If you feel uncomfortable reading this, then there is a 90% chance this post is not for you (and a 10% chance you’re dying inside because this post IS for you.)

This post will eventually be only hosted in copy inside my blog, because my boyfriend is still busy setting up his own blog, which at that point I will link here.

My recommendations for this reading are: go slow, take it VERY slow, it’s a ton of trauma, and it’s a ton of critique.
Other than this, have a good reading.

- Nao

The rant in question

This is what I saw. This shit is what made me write this post.

In a world where your community of reference is filled with cis women pretending to be transmasc to trick and rape gay men (both trans and cis), clowns who get access to HRT are now mourning their ruined female body (or how they never had one due to their intersex condition) and they either detransition and become buddy-buddies with TERFs or they come full circle, pretending to be a trans woman in a quest to find their lost femininity, therefore making it everyone else’s problem, especially for actual trans women, or actual trans guys that would simply live their life as men if it weren’t for the constant internalized TERF rhetoric telling them that calling themselves “men” is a sacrilege because they can’t be real men.

Real men are huge predatory creatures with penises and they use those disgusting sausages in between their legs to rape women and impregnate them. They’re not predators, they’re preys. They don’t have penises, they’ve got vaginas. They can’t impregnate anyone; if anything they’re the ones getting impregnated so they can’t be real men. They’re queer AFAB trans nonbinary lesbians, natural gay femboys, or other word salads that can be boiled down to “biological female” or other shit TERFs usually say to reduce trans people to their genitals.

In a world like this, asking for help and tips on how to actually transition is a nightmare on its own.

You ask tips on how to appear more masculine? You get a big lecture on how you actually shouldn’t do that because that’s reinforcing binary gender roles and that you should aspire to be a gender abolitionist. How? By being as feminine as possible, by keep suffering in your own dysphoria, with the only exception being your pronouns because pronouns do not equal gender so you can use he/him without being a man. And you don’t want to be a man because “men bad”, you just want to be more masculine which is different because women can be masculine.

“I’m masc but not a man” is a statement you always hear from the others.

You try to ask the same question but worded differently in order not to trigger their woke side, so you ask on how to lessen your dysphoria. The answer? You get told that you don’t need dysphoria to be trans so you don’t need to lessen it. You can just be a nonbinary cis girl or a butch tomboy that uses he/they pronouns to be queer and politically correct (he/him is too cis man-like and “cis men bad”) and that’s the best case.

Worst case, they throw some dumb neopronouns and MOGAI flags at you and tell that you should totally identify as those ridiculous things because they’re cool and super duper queer. It doesn’t matter that you’re making a laughing stock of yourself ‘cause it’s other people who are being transphobic for not respecting your uwu/owo pronouns and not you getting sucked into some Internet rabbit hole whose xenogenders are just tip of the iceberg ad the deep end is MAP pride, darkship, radqueers, chronosian, desirdae and transIDs beyond transgender (if you know what any of these words mean, my condolences.)

You acknowledge that, but you say you’re not one of those non-dysphoric people, and that you need medical care ASAP. You get told that you’re a transmedicalist; and transmeds are bad because they lick doctors’ asses. And doctors are even worse because they hand out diagnoses only to the few chosen people and they gatekeep everyone else out and leave them in their suffering.

They tell you that you’re not part of the chosen people even if you’ve got dysphoria so you shouldn’t even try; that social transition is the only way to go because it’s you who’s deciding whether to be trans, not doctors and that’s queer empowerment™.

And DIY is clearly not an option here due to T being a highly controlled substance that can or can’t get you in trouble for importing it or even just owning it. And then why would you even want to be on T? It’ll make you ugly, full of acne; your body hair will grow and your head will balden, and it will give you a big clit that may be mistaken for a micropenis and “penises bad”.

Lest your body starts having more shit in common with cis men than cis women because that would make you closer to the enemy and “all men should be killed”, including you if you don’t keep on repressing yourself. And if you do, you’ll probably kill yourself out of dysphoria and that’s sad because 42% suicide rate (that number goes up to 50% if you talk about transmascs exclusively, by the way).

“We will probably make a very performative post about how it’s sad that trans youth and adults are condemned to die by society but deep down we’re happy ‘cause we killed a threat before it became too dangerous.”

You decide it’s best to leave this online shit behind and start researching more “historical” transmasc literature, and how they managed to live in a world more vicious than ours; maybe you can learn one thing or two.

Can’t go wrong with that, right? Wrong.

Transmasc literature is barely non-existent besides the publishing of FTM International and its members, and some rando’s substack or medium post who will be your average trans guy with a “feminist” background (which you think is normal but a feminist trans man is like a homophobic gay priest. It’s absurd.) who will write a variant of these types of posts:

1. “All trans men are bad because they mimic toxic masculinity exclusively associated with cis men in order to pass ‘cause prioritizing their health and safety over some pretentious woman’s comfort is the most inherently evil and thing to do. But I’m not like all men™, I’m cool and feminist and I lick cis women’s clits and trans women’s dicks and neoclits while they step over me with their 12 inch stilettos and degrade me for being more disgusting than cis men because I chose to side with masculinity (and therefore Satan, except even Satan has a better reputation than trans men) while I could have easily chosen to be a cool, quirky and rebellious feminist woman. But it’s fine because that’s what true feminism™ should be and if you think otherwise you’re a terrible person, the entire problem of the transmasc community even, and you should kill yourself not to taint our reputation even more”.

2. That we are invisible and no one sees our struggles; therefore we need to invent a cool-sounding new word to make ourselves seen and less hated by the larger feminist rainbow vomit community.

   News flash: we already have more than one word but you won’t like them, but there they are anyway: sexism for being born female, misandry for being men, and transphobia for being trans.

   It’s not fucking hard.

   Also, it’s bullshit because I’m very visible to the transphobes around the street I live, and we’re even more visible to the governments when they decide to limit HRT access by leveraging on the “Rapid Onset Gender Dysphoria in the poor and easily manipulable young girls” tale. Having literally every so-called “queer ally” wish for our death either by directly abusing us or purposefully pretending we don’t have struggles and the abuse within is not “being invisible”. To pretend not to see is not the same as not seeing: it is to notice our existence and willfully eradicate it. Stop overdosing on your internalized TERF copium telling you they can’t see us because they respect we’re men and men don’t have problems and learn the fucking difference.

3. Every transmasc should be included in feminist philosophy by the god-given right of owning a vagina, ‘cause feminism is all about being oppressed for having a vagina, having it be raped and filled with semen, and being denied an abortion for being a dumb hysterical vagina-haver who whored herself out too much; and cis women are oppressed for that shit too so that makes us best-buddies and comrades in arms with them.

   They tell you “look, we and cis women have so much in common, you should totally hang out in their spaces” with the same proselytizing tone of a Mormon trying to convince you into their religion at all costs. Plus some very performative sentence that is like “oh sorry trans women, we’re not excluding you, your oppression is super duper real even if you lack a vagina that can get pregnant.” That’s nice and all until you realize this is the narrative that drives trans-inclusive feminist organizations to bar cis men from joining their protests on the 8th of March, but also silences trans men by allowing them to take part along with cis and trans women, therefore reinforcing that trans men are indeed cis women. And thank god we were trying to be more visible and fight transphobia.

4. Whatever abomination this and its failed abort append is.

Author’s Note #1: No, you don’t get to say “feminism fights for men too” to get out of this. No one truly believes that, even you know it’s just an excuse to take advantage of their problems and to keep pushing the narrative of how the root of all evil is people hating very feminine vagina-havers and how everyone else is not the actual target, but they just happen to be caught in the crossfire.

Author’s Note #2: before y’all lynch me for good because I’m supposedly taking away your vagina pass to feminism or you’re some asshat who wants validation that we don’t have struggles, I need to state that those are real struggles and real people go through this shit, hell I’ll even say the average trans guy suffers from this shit more than the most marginalized cis woman and I’ll be absolutely right; but I need to draw a line and also state this is not the only shit we go through. We’re more likely to be seen as violent predators and be reported to the police as such, we’re more likely to experience male loneliness, we’re more likely to get clocked at places like the airport, we’re more likely to get in trouble with the police and have them beat the shit outta us and kill us, we’re more likely to be locked up in psych wards once we come out as trans; but no one will talk about this ‘cause it doesn’t fit the poor vagina-haver narrative that feminists crave so much. If anything most of this shit will reinforce the fact we’re men, something they want to be dead.

Author’s Note #3: I’m also not saying you should be a men’s right activist “because that’s where men should go” ‘cause c’mon who wants to be in a group where everything is based on having a penis and being oppressed by those evil man-eater and state legalized child-stealer vagina-havers for having one? How they talk about poor boys transitioning into attention-seeking girls because they couldn’t find love nor affection as boys because everyone hates penis-havers; or how the evil vagina-havers are also stealing that idea and pretending to be men to take away the only few privileges real men like them still have in the modern world? Surely not me and neither you. You’re no stranger to TERF rhetoric, MRAs are their male counterpart. There’s no liberation for you in condemning the other to hell.

Author’s Note #4: Please don’t actually read the post linked in the fourth point; it’s singlehandedly the worst thing someone could ever read. One day I’ll gladly ignore this warning and re-read it anyway just to point out everything wrong with it, but not today and not here ‘cause there’s way too much wrong shit that it deserves its own post.

But even then, if you’re lucky you’ll only get told about the toxic articles, otherwise you’ll be kept in the dark. You also won’t get told about the revisionism of Stonewall. You probably think that a black trans woman called Marsha P. Johnson started it by throwing bricks: that’s factually incorrect, you’ve been lied to. A mixed race trans man called Stormé DeLarverie started the riots by getting taken away by the police for looking too much of a “faggot” before being identified as “female”. And even if you hear that name, his identity is reduced down to “dyke” or “stone butch lesbian” (even by himself), even though the Wikipedia article about him clearly states that he lived as a man. You also won’t get told about how for most trans guys it was physically impossible to join the riot and make noise as they were either locked up in a women’s house of detention or something for not acting like “proper women”, or in a psych ward for being deemed insane for even daring to think they could be men.

You’ll get told about Stone Butch Blues, a disgusting book where the clearly transmasc protagonist gets reduced to a butch lesbian woman by both himself and the queer community he founds refuge in after running away from his abusive parents at home. He finds this family of two “lesbians” who adopt him. The “lesbians” are another clearly transmasc person who reduces himself to a butch lesbian and his cis girlfriend. The guy tells the protagonist how to act masculine, have sex, and care for his potential lesbian girlfriend in the same way a man would care for a woman but with the entire premise of it being a lesbian relationship instead of a straight one because both the transmasc and the cis lesbian have been hurt by cis men and they have a vagina. In one chapter, the woman wants to test the sex skills the protagonist has gained after his lessons so she shows him a strap-on and asks if he remembers how to use it. The protagonist doesn’t remember so the woman says it’s fine as long as he remembers that the strap-on can be either a tool that gives immense pleasure to women or it can be literally the bane of their existence that brings up bad memories of abuse. The protagonist agrees to the woman and, later, they have sex. I shouldn’t have to tell you why this is rancid but if you’re smooth-brained here is why: the protagonist is a teenager and the woman is an adult. This is old literature where shit like this was accepted but, c’mon, using this book to normalize cis women grooming trans boys and to say that the act is pure lesbian love (opposed to that filthy and degenerate straight love with those icky real penis havers) nowadays is fucking disgusting;

Author’s Note #5: Why should a man atone for the sins of another man and take the entire burden of the relationship with little to no care for himself? Like, sure, I get trauma and sexual abuse. I’ve been groomed and so was the love of my life; we take extra precautions before having sex and stop at the first hint of flashbacks. But never, and I mean never has my partner told or hinted at me that the burden of making the sex good and enjoyable was on me exclusively because I’m the man of the relationship. But Stone Butch Blues says it’s my responsibility alone and that I should be at fault if I dare to make a wrong move.

Author’s Note #6: That’s what I could remember from the pages I read (couldn’t bring myself to read it all ‘cause it was fucking disgusting), but I’m sure I missed a lot of other bad shit. It’s the most harmful thing you could ever read (only second to Irreversible Damage, and on the same level as Necromanhood), but unfortunately it’s regarded to as the holy bible by the community at large and everyone who reads this book decides to follow both Stormé’s and this book’s footsteps and ultimately they will reduce themself to female and lesbian (the vagina loving other vaginas definition) even more.

Author’s Note #7: I know you’re here looking for that part where I say we’re abusive and transphobic towards transfems but that ain’t here, chief. I’ve seen transmascs dating transfems and still calling their relationship a lesbian one out of respect for their partners but not for themselves. I’ve also seen transmascs doing the same exact shit towards other transmascs, ‘cause they don’t respect their own peers either. And if that wasn’t enough, I’ve seen gay transmascs openly stating that they’re only attracted to cis men ‘cause their peers aren’t men without causing backlash.

That one piece of shit alone also manages to make you remember shit you buried down deep down long ago. You were in high school and one of your classmates was a self-proclaimed “lesbian” who kept drooling at the mere sight of an average-looking man (while you found them unattractive). You saw her flirting with them, then you started questioning whether she was a lesbian at all, but she kept assuring she was one because even if she saw them attractive, she would never sleep with one because they have those ugly and disgusting penises in between their legs. Afterwards she starts flirting with you, but you don’t notice because you’re a certified retard (you’re allowed to say the slur), so she throws away the subtlety and invites you to her house to have a session where you lubricate each other’s vaginas with your tongues and saliva. You think that was a weird joke ‘cause there’s no way someone would want you and your tongue near her genitals, as you are some weird creature that’s neither woman nor man and that is cast out from everyone for being disgusting and unattractive according to female standards. You never take up her invitation: why would you even leave the house when your bedroom had everything you needed?

You stop your trip down memory lane to come back to reality and look at the PDF cover of that disgusting book. You have a series of realizations:

1. Retardation saved your fucking ass, ‘cause if you came to her house, you’d have probably been sexually abused by her;
2. While spending the worst time of your life in the community, you’ve heard quite a lot of anecdotes of women abusing their trans partners and force-femming them under the disguise of a lesbian relationship;
3. A motto you often heard in the most trans-exclusive lesbian communities was that if you really were forced to date a trans person, it was “better a man with a vagina than a woman with a penis: the former knows how to give you pleasure while the latter will either give you the worst sex in the best case scenario, or outright rape you in the worst one.”

And then you have the scariest realization: there’s a high demand of men with vaginas in the supposedly lesbian market. Despite the meme tone of that statement, you’re horrified at how much you’re reduced to a woman’s comfort and pleasure object.

Literature fails you, so you decide to find if there’s struggles and discrimination common to transmascs and if you can at least relate to those; maybe you’ll find something there.

Worst mistake of your life.

You’ll be gaslit to no end and you’ll be told that transmascs have everything easier and that they should dedicate their whole mind and body to women (trans and cis) ‘cause they have everything worse because they’re women and you’re a man. Men are bad and they have everything easier so the least you could do is fight for women otherwise you’ll get the rando’s substack/medium post mentioned above.

You’ll have to dig deep and hard with your nails (and hope they’re tough enough for the task) to find actual statistics and then you’ll wish you never searched for them.

The shit people like you go through make women’s (both cis and trans, important detail) lives look like a game of Minecraft on peaceful mode while you’re playing Dark Souls on the highest difficulty.

And there’s nowhere for you to go.

Domestic abuse shelters? You’re now their enemy. No way they’ll take you in. LGBTQ+ refuges? Nope. Cis gays, cis lesbians and trans women need them more than you since you’re a straight trans man. (Actually bisexual, but classic bi erasure combined with transmasc discrimination at play here.) Associations, clubs? You’re nonexistent to them. From the institutionalized ones to the auto-organized realities, every time you approach one of them or just happen to read one of their pamphlets it’s always about “feminism and transfeminism” and the struggles of women with absolutely no mention of you or the shit you go through even though you need just as much help if not more.

You somehow stumble upon the few transmascs who are also aware of these statics. You wonder if you’ll find a place in there: haha, no; great joke.

Unfortunately a lot of these people also fall into the three categories mentioned at the beginning of this post, and they can’t agree on what word we should use when referring to discrimination that happens to us.

Transmisandry is the most direct counterpart to transmisogyny, so it’s easy to drill it into your mind, but it’s got misandry in it and it’s bad. Why? Because men’s rights activists have used and tainted it so we can’t use it. It’s not like we want to admit cis men have their own share of problems despite their status. You know, that would mean cis men can have sentiments and be abused and that would be bad because we said cis men are predatory creatures with penises and we should strive to be different from them in literally everything.

So transandrophobia it is, which is literally the same thing as transmisandry but it’s got androphobia in it and cis men haven’t used it yet so it must be good; but oh shit people have noticed our bullshit so we can’t use it.

Let’s use anti-transmasculinity then, an MRA-proof solution since it excludes them and says that trans masculinity is hated and bashed upon while cis masculinity is appreciated and glorified.

You don’t know what these fucking people are smoking or snorting since you know one bisexual guy in the community and he’s always under fire ‘cause his transfem friends are always telling him being a man is bad, and that he’s already less than one so he should just pick a female name and transition already, while his cis women colleagues are always pointing guns at him and chanting “all men bad” for saying that there’s sexism towards men in feminist spaces. And he’s got an abusive ex girlfriend telling everyone around him how he abused her when it was the opposite and now all his friends are leaving him.

Sure, he still has a better life than yours, but man he sure does have his own share of problems, and yet you relate to him more for being the clashing voice that just wants to be left in peace for his identity than those idiotic transmascs who can’t even agree on a word, and what that word should mean. Should it be the discrimination for being both trans and a man, or should it mean discrimination for being born with a vagina, face the same issues as cis women and become literally a synonym of misogyny? Good question.

You start feeling like you’re lumped into the transmasc umbrella for a single thing you have in common with those people, but you can’t help but feel different from them: from the way they speak to the way they act, the way the express themselves to their topics, their interests, their attitude, their everything.

You have nothing in common with them.

You recall you felt this way before: when did you feel like this and why? Ah shit, when you tried to fit in with the cis girls! You could never approach one, and you tried hard but you just couldn’t get into whatever shit they were. You were too different and disgusting to them, it’s like they never saw you as one of them and were always cast out. You start to come to the realization the same shit just happened all over again. You don’t know how to feel. You don’t want to insinuate there are no differences between most trans guys and cis girls because they act the same fucking way and they are interested in the same shitty girly stuff you despise, and you know that statement will come back to bite your fucking ass ‘cause you’re also reducing yourself to female. But how do you explain all of this then? Good question.

You decide to leave those brainrot-riddled places, and decide to do two things:

1. Pursue a career in stand-up comedy. Your life is a big joke and you like sarcasm with extra salt, so you’ll have no problem coming up with ways to joke about it;
2. Go cry to the only local trans person you could get along with (who happens to be your partner) and ask the same question you’ve asked in the past hoping that it’ll bless you once again with its wisdom.

And yeah… it happened. You’re blessed with actual knowledge on what gender dysphoria was (the product of your gender incongruence), how it manifested, how it gave you constant DP/DR and that the only way to solve it was to reduce the mismatch between what you were born with and what you are.

You start getting a haircut at a barber shop, buying masculine clothes, wearing boxers and packing them. You’re too poor for an actual packer, so socks reversed and inserted into one another in a way similar to a bulge will suffice. Looks realistic enough anyway.

On one side you start actually recognizing yourself at the mirror (you’re a pretty handsome guy), on another side you start noticing everything wrong with your body and how badly you want it gone. You were experiencing the textbook dysphoria symptoms that doctors screen you for it. You can’t believe it, you weren’t experiencing them before.

You start feeling like an impostor, ‘cause you can’t start experiencing them at 20+ years, yet your partner says that late onset dysphoria exists but that doesn’t sit right with you so you start digging for signs in the past, and you can’t remember it well but you still try. You find from little to nothing, then you report your failure to your partner and it stops you to say that whatever little you remembered was fucking dysphoria all along: how it permeated every aspect of your life, and how only now you’re feeling some euphoria by presenting and acting like a man, and it gives you what might be both the best and the worst news: you’re a trans man.

Unfortunately for your partner, you’re one stubborn person with a head full of misinformation straight out of rainbow brainrot hell and you don’t believe its words, despite them being the closest thing to the truth you’ve ever found. You keep telling your partner the shit you remember from your past and your time spent in online communities. Your partner keeps reassuring you that you’re trans and that you’ve always experienced dysphoria, especially social. You struggle to believe that’s even a thing: no one ever talked about social dysphoria and being cast out by the people of your same sex like you did. Partner insists it’s a thing and that even fucking Mediaset channels talked about it when they aired that half trans mention in their programs to explain what trans people were to boomers; and it keeps going on about how you’ve been stripped of actual resources from the get-go. You still struggle to believe it but now you’ve got an explosive mix of emotions ranging from “I want to fucking kill everyone who wronged me” to “There’s no way outta this, I’m doomed to be alone”, “I can’t believe you because this and that and etc.”, “Man, wouldn’t have it been easier to just have been born as a cis man?”, “Will I ever get better? No? Maybe it’s just better if I fucking kill myself”, “How do I fucking unlearn all the shit that was shoved down my throat?”, “I don’t want to be a feminist bootlicker rainbow idiot, I literally just wanna be myself, far away from those cuckoos”, “I sure hope I don’t become the enemy I swore to destroy” and much, much more…

Months later, your partner asks you if it’s okay to invite some of its friends to your house. You say yes even though you’re afraid of them potentially being community idiots who bash you for being a trans man: you’ve experienced this shit way too many times already both online and offline.

Friends come down, they stay at your place for roughly 5 days. You don’t trust those people and initially you automatically feel cast out by them. Partner has to calm you down and, then, it has to clear shit up by telling them how your past with certain communities have made you highly defensive. They just nod for most of the time, then one of them says “yep, you guys have it worse” and that it’s all fine. Partner starts talking about how you’ve never had no point of reference, no resources, no way of spotting dysphoria, nothing that they had or knew, then you butt in and start talking about your story (you really don’t want to but also you can’t stop leaking trauma responses) and your past in rainbow brainrot hell and how you could never relate to them just in the same way you could never relate to the cis girls. They listen to what you had to say and then go “yup, social dysphoria. That’s an actual thing.”

Partner turns to you and says “There are three trans people in this room and we’re all telling you it’s dysphoria and you suffer from it, will you stop doubting yourself now? You’re really trans, you’ve proved it once again and you’ll keep proving it in the future.”

Days passes and friends have to go back to their city, they leave and you’re left with more considerations to talk with your partner. You both think if the entire reason of being fed misinformation was because the idiot transmascs in rainbow brainrot hell had an actual interest in chaining you to the body you so much hate. And that the reason is they also fetishize pre-HRT transmasculine bodies, just as much as cis lesbians.

Don’t believe me? Just look at that one furry artist drawing curvy female bodies with big boobs and butts and slapping he/him pronouns on them.

… There’s no turning back for you now.

That’s more or less my story, the hell I went and still go through.

And that’s barely scraping the tip of the iceberg; maybe in the future I’ll decide to split this big wall of text into various sections or pages since there are things I said that I want to expand upon with new info I find out. At the end of the day I’m just a guy who’s still figuring shit out and learning. The reason why I’m making this should be obvious: I’m fed up of the misinformation, the internalized transphobia, the constant man-hating, man-bashing, demonization of anything remotely masculine, the ever-present fetishization and forcefemming of my body in what should be a community of people pursuing a masculinizing transition. Isn’t that ironic? I hate it. I’m tired of having people twist the meaning of dysphoria in a way no one can know what it truly is and how to identify it, I’m tired of people watering down the label transmasc to quirky cis woman. I hate that I had to ask my partner ‘cause the people who were supposed to know more shit from my side are too busy reducing themselves and other people to vaginas. But unfortunately people like me can’t have nice things.

So I’ve decided to be more vocal about my experiences, talk about them with the same raw emotions I did when I explained them to my partner and not water them down to appease the women who want me as their pleasure object on a leash. I hope to be what my partner was and is to me. If you can relate to at least some of the things I said above, I’m honestly glad that I’m not alone and that I can be of help.

If you’re pissed off because I hurt your feelings (read: unveiled your bullshit) and your wokeness (read: your rainbow-coated transphobia), then either aspire to be a better human being who isn’t being transphobic every 0.1 fartseconds or go back to your circlejerk. I’m not here to appease you either.