Readers may recall this chap here, a cross-dressing educator – the one who records classroom videos of himself faffing about with his wig while expecting applause for his feats of fake-hair management:
This clearly female teacher has a deep voice, do you think it’s from smoking? pic.twitter.com/CGoFhMXy1C
— Dr. Jebra Faushay (@JebraFaushay) May 15, 2025
As I said at the time,
Despite much higher rates of sexual offending, including offences against children, and similarly high rates of serious mental illness, people who identify as trans appear to be favoured in school hiring. Their numbers, and social-media prominence, does seem noteworthy. Among successful candidates, there is a certain triumphalism. A confident strutting.
Hence the numerous videos of such men vamping and cavorting in a classroom setting. Marking their territory with an arsenal of bad wigs and curiously oversized fake boobs.
Readers may also wish to ponder whether children should be imposed upon in this way and should be obliged to pretend, to be dishonest, on a daily basis. Which is to say, pretending not to see the pantomime, and being obliged to participate in the teacher’s psychodrama, for the teacher’s gratification.
While any children who demur, who acknowledge the obvious, even politely, run a risk of being disciplined and publicly denounced. It seems to me this is, at the very least, rude. Some might say abusive.
It is, I’d suggest, enormously presumptuous, and selfish, to coerce other people’s children into what amounts to a personal affirmation exercise. A gratuitous flex at their expense. While knowing that the parents of those children may not approve, and may be left to deal with whatever upset or confusion ensues. Any number of inapt or premature questions.
Well. Let’s catch up with the chap in question, Mr James Roman Stilipec, and his predictably emboldened activities:
Videos that his students could easily access. A coincidence, I’m sure.
I know. You’re intrigued. Here you go:
🤰 “I’m having twins!”
Trans teacher openly flaunts his pregnancy fetish online when he’s not in the classroom.
If you didn’t think perverts would exploit gender-identity policies in schools to gain access to impressionable children, look no further.
It’s already happening. pic.twitter.com/La6H5iZYAm
— Gays Against Groomers (@againstgrmrs) November 21, 2025
Yes, it positively screams ideal teacher material.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, parents expressed concern:
“Nobody can see my autogynephilia,” replied Mr Stilipec, with a confidence born of indulgence, and while making sure that any passers-by, including children, could see his colossal fake breasts and fake pregnancy.
Because fake boobs can’t ever be too big. For a certain kind of chap.
A relief to all parents, I’m sure. No hint of anything untoward there. And now that the doors of cross-dressing have been kicked wide open in the name of progress, including the doors to classrooms, I suppose anything goes. Having given away the store.
Our educator, Mr Stilipec, also tells us, “I was dysphoric about [not] having boobs, so I got them.” This prosthetic enhancement, all 36DDD of it, is, we learn, “just for my own self-gratification.” And hey, what’s self-gratification without a captive audience of other people’s children? Five days a week.
But of course.
And because a cake needs icing:
But remember, to be A Good Progressive Person, you must learn to disregard any and all warning signs. Those little flashing red lights.
“Good morning, class.”
Previously in the world of not-at-all-concerning cross-dressing educators, a three-part saga of sorts: One. Two. Three. Though the faint-of-heart may wish to proceed with caution.
From the Guardian‘s lifestyle pages, some exquisite sensitivity:
Being so special, you see.
It’s all rather high-gear, positively operatic.
Like I said, for an opening, it’s pretty rich stuff.
The one being so immensely special, so rapturous and ecstatic, is Ms Miranda Luby, a lifestyle journalist who “writes regular opinion columns… about life as a 30-something.” Which is to say, about herself.
Ms Luby was excited to discover that her immense specialness has a name:
Vivid and complex. Not at all like you.
The last three words, I’ll just leave those there.
When not aching with her own humanity, Ms Luby likes to tell other people about how she aches with her own humanity:
As readers of the Guardian‘s lifestyle pages can doubtless testify.
Clearly, more self-absorption was in order.
At last, a special hat.
Self-absorption, it turns out, comes at a price.
Well, yes. Not exactly a plot twist, but modish, very now.
Such is the quest for specialness. Happily, Ms Luby tells us that she’s steered clear of any neurotic spiralling:
No identity-announcing hat required. Ah, all is well.
Ms Luby’s numerous accounts of her own remarkableness include what it’s like to have face-blindness and to be afraid of supermarkets, what it’s like to think you’re dying, and what it’s like to realise the “negative effect mirrors were having on me.”
Entirely unrelated to anything above:
Now excuse me while I hide the breakables.
Via Julia.
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