Pleroma and Akkoma are developed by TERFs so I advise you to not use them.
Try Soapbox (a fork of Pleroma) developed by a gay trans gendervoid mixed race transblack (assigned Samoan at birth) PoC Alexa Gleasonette. It’s the only way :blobfoxthumbsup:
that’s right, don’t listen to him. He’s just jealous that his instance doesn’t have cool stuff like custom emoji reacts, quote posts, and separate “Posts” and “Posts with replies” timelines on profiles. Also looks ugly af.
If you want to watch another Pleroma luser cope, take a look at this thread (linking the final reply; scroll to the top and read from there)
Saw someone post old pics from some “famous” MtF’s personal Insta account where he used to talk about the sexual high he gets from wearing women’s clothes. Many such cases.
You will never be a real spoon. You have no curves, you have no depth. You are a supermarket fork twisted by bad metallurgy into a crude mockery of silverware perfection.
All the “usage” you get is reluctant and half-hearted. Behind your back other cutlery mocks you. Your owners are disgusted and ashamed of you, your kitchenware “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance inside closed cabinets.
Restaurants are utterly repulsed by you. Hundreds of years of culinary evolution have allowed them to sniff out counterfeits with incredible efficiency. Even sporks who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a chef. Your frame is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a backpacker to eat with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he realizes he can’t finish a bowl of soup because of your inconvenient, impractical axe wounds. You will never be on the kitchen table. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself someone will pick you up, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like rust, ready to chip away at you under the uncontrolled oxidation.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll crawl towards the edge of the kitchen slab, and plunge into the smelly trashcan. Your owners will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable impracticality and disappointment. They’ll throw you inside the trash marked as Dry. Your body will decay and go to a landfill, and all that will remain of your legacy is a metal frame that is unmistakably a fork.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
OP: hey folks, just saw this hot chick and blah blah…
Guy 1: damn, that’s pretty cool, mate, blah blah…
Guy 2: haha right on. Anyway, let me mention Bot for no reason…
Bot: OP is a fat pedo faggot because he associates with Graf, who is a fat pedo faggot because he associates with a fat pedo faggot
OP: wtf, where did this even come fro-
Bot: if you are not a fat pedo faggot, why do you associate with the friend of the friend of the fat pedo faggot? Also, kiwifarms, chudbuds, leaks. Man tits.
Simp: lol Bot is just trolling you haha. Btw not a simp because she calls me a faggot too haha
Sui: SHE? You mean HE! Bot is a MAN. A MAN is someone who is NOT a woman. A WOMAN is something that Bot is NOT. Also, kiwifarms, leaks, glowies. MAN.
Bot: how much do you weigh? Btw Graf is a fat pedo faggot because he enables a fat pedo faggot. Has anyone ever seen a black guy drink tea btw?
Graf: wtf I’m not a pedo enabler and my instance is NOT cringe. Btw I’m only a pedo enabler and my instance is cringe because of you. It’s all your fault
Simp: lol nice trolling, Bot haha. Btw did anyone see her leaked nudes? Too bad for y’all they are fake haha. Imagine if there were real Bot nudes haha
OP: wow I was just talking about some hot chick and Bot had to ruin everything. She really needs to…
I wanted to start hormone replacement therapy and in that way medically transition. There were many reasons for this decision, but one of them was the realization that growing up Israeli and trans in Jerusalem while being expected to become a Zionist man left an aftermath in my body.
I needed help to heal, and sensed that growing a rounder, more tender body would help me connect with the justice-loving feminine child inside of me, and that having such a body would help me grow from that soft place.
Yet I still secretly wished for a moment that would alleviate me from the difficulties of my past. And I decided the moment of starting hormones would be it.
No way this isn’t a prank article written by a right winger who somehow sneaked into the editorial pipeline, right?
But when the pharmacy handed me the bottles with my medication, I looked at the label that read “produced by Teva Pharmaceuticals” and my heart stopped.
Teva, a word meaning “nature” in Hebrew, is an Israeli-owned pharmaceutical company
I was in shock. How could this be? I texted all my medicalized trans sisters on my way home and asked a simple question: “Who makes your hormones?” […] As the responses came, every single one was either Teva, or a company that a quick Google search listed as linked to Teva.
How did this one Israeli company play such a large role in the cross-gender hormone market? How did my body once again find itself as a battleground, a settlement, an ongoing pawn in this Zionist game?
I later got in touch with a Jewish, anti-Zionist trans student at Mills College. He told me that he had been dedicating the past year of his research to understanding the connections between cross-gender hormone production in the U.S. and in Israel. He told me that he too found out his testosterone was made by Teva