TfT and or Trans for Trans is a descriptor of a relationship with two trans people in it,
along with Trans people who prefer to be with other Trans people.
"gosh I love that girl, she gets me like I get her. I think I am Trans for Trans"
You're not grateful and I only failed because defense of trans people my about Emma Vigeland and Frankie Tortallini being the defenders of trans people than it is about winning. And they suck too bad to win, so, there you go. It's Trump now.
Hym "They're like Jordan Peterson in that regard. But 'thank you for defending trans people' rings a little hollow when you consider that I only failed because the progressives who purport to defend trans people were an obstacle to success and are actively working to cover up the public humiliation of someone they CLAIM TO THINK is an anti-transfascistbigot. So, how is Frannie defending you by doing that? And that's what I want the trannies to take away from this. These people you call your allies are lying posers who don't actually ever have to suffer the consequences of failure yet they feel wholey entitled to dictating success and/or failure. Actively bad people who are too incompetent to defend you and failed to do so."
A sunburn or suntan focused on the left arm. It is caused by the left side of the body being the only half that gets exposed to sunlight while driving. Presumably, it would be located on the right side of the body in countries where they drive on the left side of the road.
British slang for a scientist or technical expert, esp . when the speaker is not certain of the expert’s specific field of study. Not necessarily derogatory, but typically used by persons without a technical background. In the US, the equivalent would be “egghead”, “squint”, or “geek.”
Origin of the word is unknown. Started sometime in World War 2. Given the typical evolution of British slang, could easily have started because what these experts did was confusing or “baffling” to the common person.
When you have to pee in a movie but don’t want to miss anything, and must do the following mental equation: will the amount I have to pee cause enough discomfort to diminish my attention capacity for the remainder of the movie to an extent which is greater than the amount of the movie I would miss by making a mad dash to the restroom.
I saw Satantango last night, wonderful film but by the 5th hour I had to start doing peecalculus.