I gave it a shot. Really I did.
I’m over this trans shit. Especially black female trannies. Tell me the truth. When you read the title of this post, how many of you thought of f-t-m trannies? Not one of you I’ll bet. From my experience and second-hand experience, female-to-male trans guys are really articulate, evolved and together. This post doesn’t apply to them.
The fact is that when you think of trannies, your mind pretty much goes to the male-to-female segment, not just because that’s what we are accustomed to and because they are all up in the media, but because they cause the most shit and get the most (usually bad) press. Google “transsexual female arrested for … “ and see where it takes you.
There are exceptions, most notably Laverne Cox, whom I suspect is either really smart or smart enough to hire image and publicist flacks to ensure she is palatable to the majority of American — except those who hate blacks whatever their gender. Nobody gets on the cover of Time without a lot of help.
An illiterate fag rag that is run by drugged-out, (high school) dropped-out queens and whose title I will never identify reported today in an “Exclusive” — meaning that no other outlet considers this shit worth mentioning — that a black tranny bitch was ranting about her mistreatment at a Dallas BBQ hellhole. (In these stories, ”mistreatment” is synonymous with “press coverage.”)
If you’re not from NYC, you may not have heard of Dallas BBQ (tagline: “Your Friends Are Here,” which translates to “The just out-of-prison bus unloaded on the corner”), so I will enlighten you.
Dallas BBQ — which in their “About Us” states was initially started by a Jewish couple in 1936; how predictable — is a dive for niggahs and their project bitches. There’s always some violent shit going on there. (Now here’s a biz that needs some image enhancement. Although maybe not. Could be that the bad shit is orchestrated by flacks so that it will attract niggahs to their comfort zone?) Plus I dare you to walk by one of them and look in the window — not for too long, mind you, because some niggah will come outside and shout, “What the fuck you looking at?” and smash a chair ovah yo’ head — and check out how many white customers are in there who look like they graduated high school. If you have fingers, you can use them for the body count.
The black tranny bitch — who is stylized, airbrushed and literally posing for her close-up in the photo below; is the AVP logo sanctioned or did she have it inserted there to impart some serious legitimacy? — says she was groped and insulted by some uncouth niggahs as she sashayed to meet her already seated gal pals. It goes on and on and, frankly, I’ve heard it all before and before.
But get this: Miss Gurl went back to the offending party’s table and told them that they were “assholes.” In this case, “assholes” is synonymous with “I’m gonna read you, but you’d better not respond negatively because I’m the victim and if you muss up my hair, I’m gonna fuck you up and yell transphobia!” What the fuck is up with these black bitches, whether presenting as male queens or females queens? Why are they always provoking a confrontation when mammals with a positive IQ who aren’t seeking press would stay far, far away from their tormentors? Op. cit.: publicity. (For the record, Laverne Cox would never pull this shit.)
So black tranny bitches, go turn some tricks with white men; they pay better. Go steal make-up from MAC. Go whine about how your gubment entitlements don’t enable you to get your weave maintained, as it should be?
The bottom line is that lowlifes who go to Dallas BBQ belong there, know what they’re getting into, and deserve everything they get regardless of what they’re packing inside their panties.