Trannies
with
Guns
Molon Babe
What’s in our pants,
you ask?
Cold fucking steel.*
Our Ranks
We are a peaceful, diasporic Militia of transsexual Warriors and Cutie Pies.We serve in the name of the One True Goddess, Stormee, with two Es.
Our Daily Prayer
Hail Stormee, fierce protector of the transsexuals, who walks among us, pronoun-less and clad in leather, your whip cracking like thunder. Shelter us when we are cast out, give voice when we are silenced, and grant us cuntiness in place of fear.You ask not for worship, but for defiance—to stand tall, unbowed and unbroken, as lightning splits the sky. In your example, we rise. In your name, we seek joy. In your shadow, we fool around.
Our Sacred Creed
The Covenant of the Trannies with Guns stands united in the center of the storm, sworn to defy the ignorance of the Cissies, the TERFs, and the crumbling Cisarchy. Their hate is not our burden, their fear not our yoke.
We, Stormee's Chosen, devote ourselves to the embrace of Stormee, the eternally agender supreme goddess and Mommy Domme who shepherds the faithful and pegs with consent.
We reject violence in all its forms and condemn any who seek to harm another. Our battle is waged with unyielding joy, defiant orgasms, and the refusal to be erased.
We laugh in the face of the so-called “founding fathers,” those irredeemable, cissy racists who would recoil at the thought of us bearing arms. We have no need of their approval.
We choose peace, we choose friendship, we choose T4T, because life is too short for hate and too beautiful for anything less than love.
Our nature is not defined by unchosen names and letters printed on paper or plastic—it is carved into the fabric of the cosmos, written in our souls.
The Holy Tripod
Trans Joy
A holy act of defiance, a radiant force that cannot be crushed. In a world that seeks to break us, our joy is a weapon, a shield, and a testament to our resilience.
Trans Ascension
The sacred journey of self-realization, where we shed the burdens placed upon us and rise into our fullest, most divine selves. Ascension is not about becoming something new, but reclaiming what was always ours—our truth, our power, our rightful place in the cosmos.
Trans Orgasms
The sacred ecstasy of embodiment, the pleasure that affirms our divinity. Whether shared or solitary, whether soft or feral, our pleasure is ours alone to define. It is a celebration of the flesh, a communion with the self, and a reminder that we deserve fulfillment in all its forms.
Worship with us, cutie pies.
© 2025 by The Covenant of the Trannies with Guns*
*we don't actually own any guns because the likelihood of harming yourself or someone you love increases exponentially with gun ownership.
Also, guns and ammo are stupidly expensive and in this economy? Also also, gun culture is cringe.