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A place to share screenshots of Microblog posts, whether from Mastodon, tumblr, ~~Twitter~~ X, KBin, Threads or elsewhere.

Created as an evolution of White People Twitter and other tweet-capture subreddits.

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A real dogshit guy just bought it (sopuli.xyz)

submitted 3 days ago by [email protected] to c/[email protected]

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[–] [email protected] 9 points 3 days ago

Not trans (I think, arguments for closeted gender fluid could be made I suppose but that's a different conversation I don't think I'm ready to have) but if I were trans that's exactly how I would feel. That a person who has been able to transition is, albeit indirectly, calling me a piece of shit loser who needs to die in order to be happy.

I'm glad OOP is happy and at least on the surface is confident, but the post just made me feel weird.

The sentiment of "oh no I'm watching someone die/mourning the death of my friend/son/daughter/cousin/whatever" can get fucked though. I guess you could see it as losing someone, but guess what, you didn't lose anyone. The person is still the person, they might act outwardly more in line with how they feel, but they are still around. Instead of lamenting the loss of a son, celebrate the arrival of your daughter. Your cousin might look and sound different, but they still enjoy talking shit about video game companies and politicians. The woman standing at the mechanic desk is still perfectly knowledgeable about everything they were before.

Just because you weren't aware of your daughter before she came out, doesn't make her any less valid being here now. If you can't handle that, well pour out your crocodile tears and have your narcissistic fit of "woe is me I have experienced such loss" I guess