....Don't go on Kiwi Farms then? Naaaah. Because the truth is he thrives off the negative attention. So much of his identity is built off being the butt (with poopsie pantsies) of the joke that he's come to love it. 99% of the time it seems, troonism is comorbid with having some type of cluster B personality disorder, which is why they constantly exhibit attention-seeking behavior. Negative attention is easier to garner than positive attention. Fire's fear isn't being "harassed" and ridiculed by KF, it's actually the opposite - Fire's worst fear is being forgotten and falling into obscurity. You can even see it in that reddit post, how he says "KFers are the only people I can depend on to be honest with me", like he has a weird masochistic relationship with the place. It's because he does. The combination of attention and the feeling of being victimized is what the tranny lifestyle is all about.
Shmorky would do the same thing. When he was bored he would go read some hate messages or something and get himself all nice and depressed and start slamming doors and crying and telling me how much the world hates him and every other tranny and then go make a bunch of tweets about how bad he wants to off himself and then just wait for his tranny groupies and handmaidens to shower him in asspats and validation. Rinse and repeat. Make no mistake about it, they love that feeling. They live for it and every single one I've seen is like that. It's like they all have one brain cell that they share between them.
Also, notice how his main grief regarding his father's passing is the fact that he has one less person to depend on. It's a classic cluster B trait - they only care about people insofar as how much use they are to them. You see it again when he says "I want a family, BUT I DON'T MEAN KIDS! (Because he'd have to *gasp* sacrifice his own needs for someone else). No, he wants a harem of fellow tranny landwhales to fuck and be taken care of and pampered by. I would laugh at the absurdity of trannies if I hadn't had to through the horror of living with one (ie taking care of in every conceivable way) first hand. They just make me really angry and sad, but mostly angry.