Denise MagnerĀ (also known asĀ Kiira Triea) was a transgender troll who created a number of sockpuppets and bogus identities while perpetrating theĀ transkids.us hoax site.
One of these was alleged ātranskidā Janelle Laren. Tree posed as “Janie” online and used a number of screen names for this persona:
- bananainoue
- jniimi
- suominiimi
- janie
- Janelle Niimi
- janelleovl
- Inoue
From a Magner victim (2008)
I’ve been conned, in the past, by yet another of Kiira’s “identities”. In this case, perhaps the most believable (because let’s face it we want to believe stories similar to ours) i have heard, namely one “Janelle Laren.” I really held up the proverbial main for Kiira, defended her from nay-sayers and spoke of her honor, blah blah blah. I got conned. It became obvious to me when I realized she’d called me…from a disposable cell phone…yeaaah. Fool me once…and then I realized that all her ‘personalities’ had the same cell phone number and that exchanges often included a lot of talk about kiira. She claimed to go to Washington College (in Chesterton, MD), but didn’t show up in their student directory because “the bricks are after me”. In hindsight, I feel amazingly conned/had/whatever. I was able to figure out that it was all a ruse, but people I know still believe in the Kiira fantasy. I don’t even know what to say to them; Kiira is good at pressing the right buttons for the right reaction, and I think she knows well how to appeal to the dispossessed youngsters. It’s messy being young and “transitioned” and alone; I never met another transwoman until I was 20, and she told me what an awful bitch I was and tried to get me kicked out of school. I get the pain, trust me. I get 5th period gym when everyone wonders why I change in the toilet stall. I get a lot. Kiira was aces at appealing to that and using it to lure me in. She was able to con out the pain and then use my experiences in a bad dress as those of another person.
Kiira wanted to know about medical crap in extreme detail. I’m sort of a genetic freak; ‘mentally retarded’, webbed feet and that sort of crapola. Sure enough, one of her “personalities’ quickly gained most of my problems. Another one expressed a FREAKY interest in library science; guess what I was getting my masters’ in at the time? Kiira and “Janelle” and “Alejandra” all hated all transwomen who were lesbians, except of course me, because, like, i met the almighty BBL standard of transitioning before 18 and thus all bets were off. (WTF? 18 as a bright line in the sand? Are they the [trans] DMV?)
transkids.us got formed and i wanted on board until i realized it was just going to be an autogynephilia-obsessed crap pile. Kiira’s amazing ability to morph her age eventually got to me and when confronted she basically said that this is lies on the internet spread by those who hate her who are of course all autogynephiles. Any 26-year-old transwoman who sleeps with a chick? Autogynephile! Much special loathing was directed at Emi Briet, who I felt kind of sorry for but oh lord they enjoyed sticking her to the point she ended up on somethingawful.com. Kiira’s mults infected the antijen mailing list, which became rapidly unreadable because my friend jen who was 27 and had just transitioned was a “man in a dress” (oh please) and i am magically sprinkled with fairy dust. I had to clean up a couple of people i’m proud to call friends because of the savaging they got at the hands of kiira’s mults. The autogynephilia debates raged. I hid under a rock.
Whether you’re gonna choose to believe it or not, i transitioned a long time ago. I’m 30 now, so let’s just say more than half my life. I don’t claim to be any authority, fashion plate, amazing talent, etc. I have a decent job and a pretty, smart girlfriend and a cute apartment and a nice cat and an ancient clunker of a car that’s gonna fail getting smogged. No delusions of grandeur, though maybe the apartment isn’t that cute. I crawled out of my social hole after a really nasty breakup when I concluded I’d never date again, blah blah blah, right after september 11. I met some good people in the 01-04 phase, got the heck out of grad school and my mom’s house, and moved across the country. I retreated rapidly back into that hole; Seattle is a really small town and i ran afoul of Anne Lawrence *really* quickly in my crappy retail job which had a lot of contact with the public. We’ve both seen her face to face and i think i’d rather face the monster from “cloverfield.” Generally, Anne’s favorite thing to do was threaten to out me to get whatever she wanted. If she gets run over by a bus, I feel really sorry for the bus driver.
Keep fighting the good fight, Andrea.
I feel like sometimes you’re the voice for those of us who, for reasons of social class, the realities of life and economy, and job position, have to be silent. We’re all saying “amen, sister.” Seriously, I thank you from the bottom of my heart; we don’t see eye to eye on everything but I’ll take 85%.
I’m looking for old Kiira and “friends” emails. If I find anything juicy, I’ll send it along.