But with late-in-life cross-dressing.
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— Binky (@TheOnlyGuru) November 11, 2025
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But with late-in-life cross-dressing.
Make it stop 🤣 pic.twitter.com/3gTboejRnf
— Binky (@TheOnlyGuru) November 11, 2025
No, don’t go. Put down those car keys.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
More items regarding that Thing That Never Happens:
A tale of paedophilia, pretending, and legal priorities:
That’s violating his own ten-year-old son and then distributing evidence of his crimes to likeminded individuals for purposes of titillation. Should things be unclear.
Buckingham submitted two declarations to support his case, including one from Dr Dan H Karasic, a Professor Emeritus of Psychiatry at the University of California San Francisco.
The professor, our esteemed intellectual, recommended that Mr Buckingham, who now wishes to be referred to as “Nani Love Buckingham,” be indulged immediately with “facial feminisation surgery, laser hair removal, and voice/speech therapy as gender affirming care.” Entirely at the expense of law-abiding taxpayers.
Because his wellbeing and dignity matter so much.
And then there’s this fun-house mirror tale:
The police officer being the one whose actions were deemed incongruous.
Oh, calamity. Oh, cruel, unfeeling world.
Readers are welcome to judge for themselves whether the officer’s appraisal was wildly off the mark:

Putting quite a lot of faith in the wig, I see.
The redoubtable ladies at Reduxx have, of course, taken an interest in Mr Swinson:
I’ll spare you the vivid details, but suffice it to say that Mr Swinson is an enthusiast of children in wigs and gowns, and what is referred to as “suggestive” attire. The words “hot” and “delicious” are used. So, clearly, no reason to worry about Mr Swinson’s presence in places he shouldn’t be.
And because things aren’t quite as unhinged as they could be:
Dr Lacroix was careful to refer to Mr Sears with female pronouns and honorifics throughout. Lest he be thought rude, one assumes.
Again, readers may wish to note the effort required by this feat of mislabelling:

Ah, a shimmering vision of womanliness.
Oh, and since you ask, yes, the testicles were eaten.
Or, Assume The Position.
A point made in the comments and possibly worth repeating:

From what I’ve seen over the years, the word ally is typically used, by the people who rush to use it, to mean something like advocate, or mouthpiece, or supplicant, or puppet. There’s no discernible interest in, or expectation of, reciprocation; no obvious shared goal or mutual benefit. Indeed, the role, once assumed, appears to entail saying dumb and vividly untrue things, thereby becoming unreliable and absurd.
Say, by insisting that odd, cross-dressing men are somehow, magically, women. Or that a reluctance to mouth fabulist pronouns, to affirm a person’s imaginary themness, is some life-threatening moral oversight.
And then there are the not infrequent detours into outright struggle sessions – as seen, for instance, here, where a disobedient woman finds herself being scolded by a man in an unconvincing wig for not doing the “work” expected of an ally – essentially cowed deference and dishonesty on demand.
Specifically,
This, then, is a world in which allyship – “listening to the community” – requires prostration, a suspension of cognitive faculties, and a surrendering of basic probity.
In the case above, regarding race, the duty of the ally would presumably be to announce, as Mr Zellie does, that preferring the civilised to the thuggish is “a white supremacist construct,” to regurgitate his assertions about the character and motives of “straight white men,” to demand the “defunding” of the police, as Mr Zellie does, and jumping through whatever rhetorical hoops, and taking whatever “action,” Mr Zellie deems appropriate or amusing.
The only benefit I can see for those willing to debase themselves in this way would be the hope that Mr Zellie won’t assert or imply that you’re a racist, or that you’re insufficiently “anti-racist.” And therefore racist.
Not, it has to be said, the most tempting offer.
As someone notes in reply to the post quoted above,
Not an unfair summary.
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There are reasons not to do this. || Not entirely unrelated. || Her list may be longer than yours. || You’d never tire of it. || It’s a good-news-mad-news thing. || The thing that isn’t mentioned. (h/t, Aelfheld) || Modernity, baby. || “It’s the butter situation” and other worries, 1959. || How often do you wash yours? || His other senses must be heightened. || Only some kinds of dress-up-and-pretend are allowed. || Passions. || DIY project. || Rapper has jaw issues. || A test of patience. || The progressive retail experience, parts 678, 679, 680, 681, 682 and 683. || I couldn’t help but notice that Dad has quite the rack. || Train signals. || Status signals. || Newcomerliness. || A scoreboard of failed apocalyptic predictions. (h/t, Things) || And finally, it requires a quite vigorous back and forth motion.
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While I take a short break, here’s an attempt to distract you with some items from the archives:
A tale of tax, utopia, and human faeces.
Readers will doubtless be intrigued by the “foraged” food – i.e., carrots and leaves, served repeatedly – plus the unheated rooms, the lack of running water, and the whole shitting-in-a-barrel thing. For a mere £900 a night, one can’t expect luxuries like plumbing, protein, or the prospect of heat.
And for those inclined to squint, there may be a rustic charm to things being a loose approximation of what is claimed. And so, just as unheated fishing huts with no plumbing or sanitation are framed as “luxury,” seemingly random objects on a plate are hailed as meals, as “artisanal” and “delicious.”
On self-other paradigms and situated bodies.
Have You Tried Storing Them Upright?
On crime, incarceration and dubious conclusions.
Cross-dressing bedlamite attacks women, steals their shoes.
A man who is referred to in the German media, somewhat surreally, as a woman, a she-person, despite being identified via the very male genetic material left at the scenes of his crimes.
For those craving more, this is a pretty good place to start.
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