Post APSuv7kETHXoJDOnlg by Bill_Boone@poa.st
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 (DIR) Post #APSGE4HTTgAMwnrWee by futzle@aus.social
       2022-11-10T01:06:03Z
       
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       "But I'm a leftist like you, why should I CW my politics?"Sit down, child. What's your preferred party? Has it got a terf problem? Of course it does, every party has a terf problem. Every party has had to form an uneasy (or easy) alliance with its terfs.I found a space which doesn't have a terf problem. You're soaking in it. And by bandying about party-political stuff you're reminding me of the dirty reality of the people who would contemplate trading my existence for a hospital in their electorate.So yeah, I do expect you to CW your party-political posts.s/politics/journalism/g and s/trans/disabled/g, and other substitutions which I am not qualified to speak for but others here are.
       
 (DIR) Post #APSuv7kETHXoJDOnlg by Bill_Boone@poa.st
       2022-11-10T15:55:01.389946Z
       
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       @futzle 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 trannies 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.