/soy/ - Soyjaks

no, janny does not change my opinion on boymoder

>boymoders are the reason people hate trannies
No, people hate trannies because of hons and agps

>>19013134
i.e. 99% of them

Why is this supposed to change about how I feel about boymoders

i have more respect for boymoders because they are cuter and and comepletely delusional like troons

>>19013182
>and and
ESL vantablack obese shitskin from venezuela award

>>19013083 (OP)
OP you forgot your arrow

>>19013226
sheet mane i meant and not i typed it wrong

>>19013236
Owned by anglo bulls

>>19013266
sproke and meds needed in aisle 3

>>19013134
was that a micro aggression on my woahboy web blog? I think I’m going to have to rape yuo now…..

I noticed that troons are always infighting. Hating on each other and calling each other "transphobic" over SNCA like this.
No one hates troons more than troons themselves, the average conservative or normie either doesn't care about any of this shit or is simply confused.

>>19013568
ITT we post tranny infighting gems

I think I have a slopification fetish.

I've been lurking here for a while and I'm honestly not sure how to explain this without sounding completely insane, but whatever. I've been thinking about this for months and I want to put it into words somewhere.

I think I have a fetish for being turned into a Slopjak.

Not just looking at Slopjaks or finding them funny. I mean the actual idea of becoming one. The transformation itself is what gets me.

I don't know exactly when it started. At first I just thought the images were funny. You know the ones: completely ruined faces, layers upon layers of text, awful proportions, random symbols, grotesque expressions, and so much visual clutter that you can barely recognize the original character.

But eventually I started imagining what it would be like if that happened to me.

And I mean that quite literally.

Imagine starting out as a relatively normal Soyjak. Your face is recognizable, your features are in proportion, and there's still some semblance of dignity left. Then the slopification begins.

First, your facial features start getting exaggerated. Your eyes become uneven, your mouth stretches into some hideous expression, your chin gets distorted. Your skin becomes this awful, oversaturated color. Your original appearance is still technically there, but it's becoming harder and harder to recognize.

Then comes the clutter.

Text gets plastered everywhere. Random captions, increasingly nonsensical labels, flags, symbols, logos, arrows, reaction images. Every available patch of empty space gets filled. You stop being a character with an image and start becoming an entire visual landfill.

And somehow, that's the appealing part to me.

The idea of having my original appearance completely buried under layers of ridiculous internet garbage. Being progressively less recognizable, less coherent, less aesthetically pleasing. Having every trace of whatever normal appearance I started with swallowed by this grotesque caricature.

I especially like the idea of the transformation being gradual.

Not immediately becoming the finished product, but having stages. Looking at an earlier version of yourself and realizing how much worse you've become. Each subsequent version being more distorted, more cluttered, more absurd than the last.

There's something strangely compelling about the loss of control involved in that fantasy. You aren't just putting on a costume or drawing something ugly on yourself. You're being fundamentally redesigned into something that exists purely as an embodiment of slop.

And I don't mean that I want to be insulted or humiliated by actual people. It's more about the transformation and the end result itself. The idea of becoming this completely ridiculous, overprocessed internet creature.

I also find the contrast interesting. Starting with something relatively ordinary and gradually turning it into something so exaggerated that the original is practically unrecognizable.

I know this probably sounds bizarre, especially on a board where people make these images for the irony of it. But I'm being completely sincere.

Does anyone else understand the appeal of this particular kind of transformation, or am I genuinely alone here?