Annons 584784987 & 584788241 #transphobia arch.b4k.co
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Oh no they're defintely a good amount over 21, see Trannyism was originally a millenial thing (still is) except now they've finally gotten it pushed into education so it's becoming normalised toward late Gen Z and Gen A. I'd say not as many of them are falling for it as you think though, trannies are a hard example of the vocal minority, especially within gaming. Problem is, they were actually loud enough to end up swaying and fucking over the western gaming sphere (like other "minority" groups not blacks tho to be fair alot of them hate this pandering shit as much was we do), which being honest, wasn't doing that well to begin with [...]
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Lying is aggressive. The entire trans movement is dripping with dishonesty. When you tell me to refer to you as "she/her" you are telling me to see a woman when I look at you. I don't. I see your receding hairline, I see your broad shoulders, I see your thin hips, I see your gut and sinking cheeks and wide stubble, I see your fashion sense that reeks of male sensibilities, I see your taste in anime that reeks of somebody with a porn addiction, I see your imitation based on what men find attractive, but more than this I see male aggression. I see the demand to dominate. I see acts of assertion and imperialist reeducation. You demand that I tell you 2+2=5 and when I refuse you become angry, aggressive, and seek my removal or destruction. You are bullies who want to assert yourselves over others but have no field in which you're competitive except in social manipulation. You demand female spaces, you demand female aesthetics, you even demand the female label. You take even this from the women from which you wish you could take love and acceptance. You have gone beyond incel. You have entered into thievery and barbarism. Pastiche. Fraud. Imitation. Ersatz. You are dishonest, inauthentic, and aggressive. You are not, will never, can never, and should never be a woman. You are the aggressor in every space, turning the conversation towards your hatred of the penis and leg hair, towards your lust for the female. Your insistence on being called a woman is your demand to be given the girlfriend you were denied through your roleplaying as that imaginary woman. You are your father's son, and that is how you will die.