“This is your fate.”
Nope, all the above sounds however like a porn you write for yourself. Lets be honest here for just a while, this isn’t even for an actual transwoman to ever see, this is for you and your equally pathetic bruhs to reinforce your delusions, your hatreds, your bigotries and mental deficiencies by reading what amounts to some christian screeching at a random atheist about going to hell and failing his personal Lord and Saviour(tm). In your heart of hearts, in that rotting, little piece of overworked flesh, you know that our very existence, our RIGHT to it terrifies the fuck out of you, unsettles you, lets be honest for many of you it plants thoughts in your sick, little brains that you then hate and desperately try to get out of there.
Literally every single “point” you were scrambling to put forward is either a bold faced lie, a known canard or a complete and total ideological fabrication of a person fucked in their head.
“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.”
Look at this. Look at yourself. You know for a fact, established fact that none of the words you have typed above have ANY meaning and any relation to actual reality.
“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.”
And again, that is actually a pretty good description of yourself and your life schedule, as it looks right now, look:
“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.”
Even that part fits you all like a glove, does it not, you little homicidal failures? Failures to be adult men, failures to live among their own species, irrelevant of any given society or form of governance. Failures to develop any sort of working empathy, or to even emulate it for the benefit of the rest of us. Finally, last but by all means not least, failures to attract a single willing romantic partner in your life, despite constant screaming about how much misery it brings you and how it makes you want to shoot random folks with your precious yankie ARs.
It’s truly cute when you try to dump this mental turd piles on anybody else outside of your literal Cult of Failure, since even heavily depressed people tend to have much better judgement than you do.
“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.”
Because a brain-damaged incel says so? Once again extending your failure of a life and most likely of a family that made you right onto unrelated people. Some of us have loving and caring fams who actually give a shit about their kid not growing up to be an energy drink addicted, perpetual frustrated virginal sociopath(more often than not parasitic on the parents he lives with) , who most likely thinks stooling under the fucking shower is just something people do.
You are literally like some crack whore telling me to get my shit together, while they vomit the latest
garbage they ate right under my feet and try to light another hit. I live married to a man I love, yes as a woman in fact. My birth documents are all also displaying my female sex under every applicable field, got a working womb even, if me and my mensh will ever want to try for kids.
What do you have in your little lives? A crippling Monster energy drink addiction and a medical depression stemming from being a complete and utter failure in just about every which way, not just a man but a human being can be. You just keep waiting for those deadnamed grave markers and “male” skeletons. Have fun with it.