“How do you describe to someone else the process of becoming real?” asked Hyde Goltz, a 42-year-old nonbinary mortuary student from Minnesota’s Twin Cities. They’ve been trying to find the words to describe their journey since 2014. That year, they received a vagina-preserving phalloplasty, meaning they now have both a vagina and a surgically constructed penis.
Come, friendly ELE, it’s surely your time…
> a 42-year-old nonbinary mortuary student
I am in awe of a world that makes such things possible
I’m trying to visualise how a threesome would work, and failing miserably. Perhaps that’s a good thing as I won’t need the mindbleach.
A cunt and a prick at the same time. I know people like that.
Trans People Are Seeking Nonbinary Bottom Surgeries
Is that a new way of fixing piles?
Is that a new way of fixing piles?
This whole trans movement is fast becoming a case of piles on the body politic.
“How do you describe to someone else the process of becoming real?”
How the fuck would you know? You being the very definition of un-real.
Now they can go fuck themselves.
Thank you Sam!!!!
. . . they now have both a vagina and a surgically constructed penis.
There are Japanese cartoons where the girlie gets a big one via a magic spell or something.
So I’m told.
By people I don’t know.
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– Now they can go fuck themselves.
I bet they never quite get around to it.
This is so much of…. Nope, nope, nope
Amazing how, knowing peeps…. yeah…. Bullshit….
Honestly… you’d almost fly the Rainbow flag.. Because I don’t give a fuck, and Freedom.||
And by the looks of it… A lotof blood and gore to just say “no”.
What the fuck did I just read
“Your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn’t stop to think if they should.”
A young boy is sitting on the porch with his grandfather.
“Grandpa, can I have a sip of your beer?”
“Well, does your dick touch your asshole?”
“No”
“Okay, well then you can’t have a sip of my beer.”
The next day, the grandfather was having a smoke on the porch, and the boy was sitting on the porch with him.
“Grandpa, can I have a puff of your cigar?”
“Does your dick touch your asshole?”
“No.”
“Okay, well then you can’t have a puff of my cigar.”
The next day, the boy was sitting on the porch, eating a plate of cookies. His grandfather walked over.
“Oh, well look at that. Mind if I have one of your cookies?”
“Does your dick touch your asshole, Grandpa?”
“Why, yes it does.”
“Then you can go fuck yourself. Grandma made these for me!”
Terence claimed that: “I am a man, I consider nothing that is human alien to me.” But Terence didn’t have the internet.