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My Socials Just Blew Up! From Just One Post… Then the LOVE and the HATE Followed

Going Viral: Love and Hate Online

Instagram is a lover who I have personally run-through. We are on our fourth relationship.

But now our relationship is not so wild. I have learned how to tease her right to the edge of her conservative nature, but never take her over and into her own prejudice. At just under 10k followers as of writing, I am very pleased.

A few days ago, I revisited TikTok and began posting there too. And after a request from an Insta friend (https://www.instagram.com/cdmichelle17), I did a post about mother and son and dressing up time, generated with AI (two were used, above and below). As far as visuals go, it’s pretty tame, and in many ways rather sweet. I posted two versions on both TikTok and Instagram and BOTH blew up, racking up close on a quarter of a million views combined (again as of writing).

The love and adoration for the post was immediate and palpable. Then the hate flooded in overnight, from what appeared to be a wave of American posters.

I have so much to say about this.

First, the genesis.

Why do so many of us crave that mother / daughter relationship?

I believe that many of us have a simple and clear wound.

For whatever reason – social, genetic, cultural etc. – part of us is feminine.

And we have explored her and embraced her.

That almost often begins privately. 

When something amazing happens as kids, what do we want to do?

Share it with the parent we are closest to. And one who would understand, embrace and ‘get it’.

Discovering our intense sexuality at this age was MASSIVE deal.

But there was also an issue. We were deviant. Or that’s what we were told.

Shame, guilt, punishment even, flooded in – and we are left alone, with an emotional chasm. Wanting so desperately to share with our most trusted guardian, but also knowing this is an impossibility.

An adult and a child, both dressed in black formal attire, are in a room; the adult is applying makeup to the child's face as the child sits on a chair.

Now let’s add bucket loads more that shame and guilt, keep it locked up, and… of course it will distort from it’s most innocent beginnings.

For many of us this now has a fantasy sexual component too. Though I suspect that if any of us DID get the opportunity to share this side of ourselves with a parent who previously shut it down, in reality there would be no desire, interest or even the slightest consideration for anything kinky.

It would be about love, connection, acceptance and healing.

There would likely be tears.

So why the hate?

I recently recorded a podcast with Emily Letts, a kink therapist, and she put it brilliantly. Her description, and I am paraphrasing here of course, was discussed in the micro environment – a man asking his partner to embrace his feminine and how that can go terribly badly.

It also works just the same if we zoom out to the macro level.

No longer individual stories, but cultural norms.

For many, we have be ‘sold’ and idea of our identity.

And to change or deviate from that path of agreed ‘normality’ threatens the stability of our personal ‘order’, and on the macro, our cultural ‘order’.

And most human beings will do almost anything to avoid pain, to avoid disrupting the ‘certainty of order’, to keep things as they are, even if it demonstrably hurts others, or even themselves. I mean you just need to look at the USA now to see self inflicted wounds, or Brexit here in the UK.

Add to that those who are locked in in a shame filled closet too, and yeah, the self-hate bubbles to the surface and is spewed on others.

What I don’t get is why anyone would spend time trolling. Leaving hate comments on posts that others adore.

I mean yeah, I am not surprised really though.

The people who troll marginalized groups often lack personal significance in their own lives. So they get significance through hate.

Urgh.

OK I am slipping on my five-inch heels to recenter. You should do the same too.

And as my mum said, ‘live and let live’. We should all take a leaf out of her book, even if she was the first to fail at taking her own medicine.

The community is the reason Jenny does this. Read their stories in the 2025 Crossdresser Survey, or read about what drives the trolls who tried to disrupt it.

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2 thoughts on “My Socials Just Blew Up! From Just One Post… Then the LOVE and the HATE Followed”

  1. Robin

    Hello Jenny, I could really use some help assisting me on my feminization. I was dressed as a little girl since the age of 8 and now I’m interested in finding a man who wants me effeminate but I’m frightened having a man see me in dresses

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