Dear personal blog
I dont think i want to troon out anymore.
this week i went to the doctor, to get the first hrt prescription. I had all the blood exams required. In the waiting room, I saw such freakshows that I couldn't stop feeling discomfort and disgust.
The first thing I noticed was the pooner to troon ratio. For every tranny, there were 3 pooners. I don't know what tiktok does to them, too much yaoi o algo. The funniest thing is seeing the size of their shoes and their teenage stubble.
All the troons were disgusting and unconvincing. There was a boy in a school unifor with her mom (literal child endagerment), an old man, and a guy built like a fridge with a wig dressed like a woman, he must have been 7ft tall and he was really fat.
The place also had an abortion clinic in there, which is very apt: its the place where lives get ruined and destroyed, funded by the taxpayer.
When I was called by the doctor, he made me sign a consent letter but he didn't let me read it, I had to ask him to give it back to me so I could. He clearly thought I was a nuisance because of it. The doc said I understood the consequences and side effects and that I cannot sue them in case I regret it basically. That's a reasonable consent demand, not letting you read it is grounds for a lawsuit on its own tho so I think I shot myself in the foot.
Anyway I got the prescription and I have to go back in 2 months. I've been sitting on this for the entire day because having seen the limited effects hormones have on your body, the repulsive scene at the waiting room and the sketchy form, I am feeling a deep regret and I feel like a complete retard for even considering this.
Chronically online idealization doesn't survive contact with reality, as usual. Wordswordswords to say nothing new.