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Diary of the Modern Man

Tranny Dad


Where did I go wrong? Was I not present enough when he was a child? Did I not pay enough attention to him when he was younger? Sure, I wasn’t all that attentive when I was home, but that shouldn’t have had too much of an effect on him, right? I mean, come to think of it I did just work all day, come home, eat dinner and watch TV until I fell asleep on the couch. That was most weeknights of course, but even if I wanted to interact with him and do something, he was always playing his damn video games with friends. At one point that Warcraft World took over his life as far as I was concerned. But what the hell was I supposed to do about it. I mean, Saturdays I tried to do what I could with him but I had stuff I had to do that I couldn’t do earlier in the week, and it wasn’t like I had all that many Saturdays off anyway. Then, Sundays were Sabbath and relaxing football days. There wasn’t much I could do then either.

I can’t seem to move. I don’t really know what to say or do. I feel like my face is that face you make when you get an obvious regift for your birthday or Christmas and you have to fake a smile that looks like half joy and half intense agony. All I want to do is get up and shake the little fucking pussy then bash his head into a wall until he wakes up and stops acting like a faggot. Am I really here right now? Did my son really just tell me he wants to be a woman? Not even wants to be, is a woman. I’m just in utter disbelief. You know what, no, fuck this. It’s not my fault. It’s not like I was any worse of a father to him than my father was to me. It can’t have been anything I did or didn’t do. It was those fucking teachers and those leftist assholes on TV that brain washed him into thinking he was a woman. It’s the school systems fault, college’s fault, his mom’s fault, his fault.

Well, I guess there is nothing to do about it now. I might as well fake a smile and be supportive of his transition. I just hope he doesn’t cut off his dick so he can go back to normal someday, if he decides to. You know what, why do I care what he wants to do? If he wants to sucks dicks, take it up the ass, cut off his dick, and look like a woman then who am I to judge. I’m not gonna abandon my son when he needs me most, I’m going to support his mental illness and his desire to ruin his entire life until one day, a few years from now, he puts a gun in his mouth because he realizes the gaping wound where his penis used to be will never truly be the vagina he wanted, but is instead just an oozing flesh wound that needs constant upkeep, or when he realizes a few years from now when he is deeply unhappy, and the political movements have moved on to greener pastures, that he simply bought into a fad like becoming a goth, skater, punk, or prep in high school, but this time the fad caused him to do permanent damage to his reproductive organs, and he will realize all the years of work, evolution, survival, and propagation that led to his existence is now an extinguished lineage because he chose to willingly castrate himself due to the political mental illness equivalent of the latest elementary school fashion trend. When this happens, I will welcome him back into my arms as the son that I once loved the idea of, but never really cared enough about to pay attention to, just like anything else truly important in my life for that matter.



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