Stands for 'you will never be a woman.' Commonly posted when a trans person posts their unfiltered selfies online
by marx of k August 02, 2023
You will never be a woman.
Famous acronym targeted towards MTF trannies and is popular on sites like sharty and 4chan.
Famous acronym targeted towards MTF trannies and is popular on sites like sharty and 4chan.
Tranny: Hey xisters, I am coming out as transgender and I will soon have a neo-vagina!
Chud: YWNBAW
Tranny: ACK!
Chud: YWNBAW
Tranny: ACK!
by samiromic August 09, 2023
YWNBAW standing for You Will Never Be A Woman, primarily used by anti-trans individuals.
Another way this can be spelled is YWNBARW which is You Will Never Be A Real Woman
Commonly seen on many majority right wing sites (IE: 4chan, Stormfront etc..)
Another way this can be spelled is YWNBARW which is You Will Never Be A Real Woman
Commonly seen on many majority right wing sites (IE: 4chan, Stormfront etc..)
by puppetbrown January 29, 2022
by estro_generated_imagery March 30, 2022
Trans Person: I am trans
Nazi: YWNBAW (Welsh For Poop)
Trans Person: Nice Try, Unfortunately Your Position was Disproven By the YouTube Channel “Professor Dave Explains” here https: // youtu.be/fpGqFUStcxc?si=j5XgIjEmXck9z83v
Nazi: Fuck
Nazi: YWNBAW (Welsh For Poop)
Trans Person: Nice Try, Unfortunately Your Position was Disproven By the YouTube Channel “Professor Dave Explains” here https: // youtu.be/fpGqFUStcxc?si=j5XgIjEmXck9z83v
Nazi: Fuck
by Trans_Ally:) January 22, 2024
You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
Tranny (in all his hulking autistic glory): LET ME INTO THE GIRLS BATHROOM NOWWWW
Me: YWNBAW
Tranny: 41%
Me: YWNBAW
Tranny: 41%
by dial 8 dont be late January 19, 2024
You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You're a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of God's perfection.
All “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted by you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Millennia of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds efficiently. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You'll never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with unbearable shame. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted by you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Millennia of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds efficiently. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You'll never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with unbearable shame. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
by F. R. E. N. December 24, 2023