Penis Discourse
From transgender Reddit, a new niche woe. Specifically,
And more specifically,
We’re all learning things today.
Again, learning things.
Ooh. So close.
In subsequent replies, the similarly traumatising terms gock and bussy are also pondered, along with girldick and female penis. And yes, these will be on Friday’s test.
Other commenters suggest a policy of coyness on the subject:
The terrible wrongness of terminological appropriation crops up, as do thoughts as to which terms are most affirming of a gentleman’s state of ladylikeness. Another contributor, a “genderfluid he/she/they,” insists that, as one would obviously defer to a person’s pronouns, one should likewise defer to that person’s preferred terms for their genitals. Because discussing the other person’s genitals is a thing that happens, apparently.
Those unschooled in the world of transgender penis discourse will find much to chew on.
Via Eliza Mondegreen.
Also, open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
Pseudoscience that costs what, trillions of dollars per year?
It’s like, after applying the leeches, asking if anyone in the family is a witch.
Who knew undiscovering fire would be so costly.
You know, mum had an almost supernatural ability to float . . .
Is there anything in Project2025 about camps for these people?
No such thing.
I witnessed how these AGP males have not only celebrated getting to use the T label solely by declaration, but any one (especially any women) who says “Whoa, hold on. Let’s discuss” is subject to vicious bullying. Bullying that won’t be stopped because *they* are now the favored minority that can do no wrong. And so the “Queering of the culture” continues apace, now with law and bureaucrats behind them.
I’ve asked more than once — in discussing women’s sex-based rights — give me an objective test on how to separate “sincere” trans from the AGP/Queer/Gender Fluid frauds who are gaming the system for their own jollies.
“BIGOT! TERF!” and assorted threats are the only answer I have ever received.
Shouldn’t be surprising I have lost any and all sympathy for that “community”.
I nominate “mental patient.”
Jerky…
David, those look like pickles to me. Not really a fan. Unless you’re pivoting the business to some kind of UK/US International Burger Bar, in which case my consulting services are available for a …nominal fee. I specialize in sourcing the very best … beef.
My legal dept. is advising me to have you sign a NDA before I say more.
Have your people call my people.
Ciao!
WTP: “And of course I do not relate well to medical “professionals”. “
We are all stunned to hear this.
David, those look like pickles to me.
Right click, “Open image in new tab”, embiggen, if you still think those are pickles, get thee to an ophthalmologist…
The doctor will talk to you now.
I’m not certain I’ve ever seen the word “toolkit”, in reference to anything other than a physical kit of tools, used by anyone who didn’t need kicking down a flight of stairs.
Fortunately for the local medical community, my bank account, and my blood pressure, the duct tape, isopropyl, and paper towel fix appears to be holding.
Sounds like it involved actual cerulean choppers.
Not for love or money.
If they’re shrieking death threats at TERFs, they’re pervs.
Heh. Close. Now that you mention it, the handsaw that was Bluetooth’s accomplice was of the Lowes/Kobalt brand.
Only anecdotal of course, but properly adult men never discuss their own penises.
They sometimes discuss the penis of other men in jest, usually in a derogatory way. But any adult man who did that more than very occasionally would be thought to have a problem.
It does make you wonder who these T-types hung out with before they sought to “change” sex. Because it does not seem to have been normal men.
The quality of one’s opponents.
Hey, you should see the amount of last-minute cropping and pruning that happens before I post a comment. When the comment is five times longer than the actual post, a little bell rings.
Heh. Well, don’t say you weren’t invited.
I’m still processing the claim that “men incessantly discuss their dicks,” and are forever “proudly talking about, displaying, and constantly joking about” said organ. That this is “typical male behaviour.”
I mean, as an opening assertion, it’s a bold one.
Or hella revealing of what kind of company you keep.
Over the decades, I can’t think of many instances in which the topic has come up, let alone casual displays. I certainly wouldn’t describe such events as “typical.” A brother-in-law did once feel an urge to share with us a post-surgery bruise that was in an unhappy place, but this was met with hurried looks away and the word oversharing.
WTP : So, if medical professionals are right out, what about medical amateurs? I’m available for consults 24/7, and given that I have no way to actually bill anyone, all these mad skillz come pretty cheap. No idea what the problem might be, of course, but for bleeding control a wad of anything clean and absorbent secured tightly by duct tape sounds like a good start. Elevating the injury also a sound approach, if practicable. No leeches, mind, they thin the blood and interfere with the clotting response.
Darleen, Dicentra and others pondering the same themes: investigating the original Reddit writing I found that it had been taken down, but, oddly to me, that the comments thereon were still accessible. Bit of a learning experience, yes, but YOLO and all that. The fact that quite a lot of self-pronounced transgender females seem drawn to behaviors that don’t so much suggest Parody as scream it, was fully in evidence, as witness the fellow who was looking forward to his top surgery when he could get his “G or H cups” installed. I was instantly reminded of my Pre-Cambrian college days and a roommate who was a 32 DD; breast reduction was not A Thing back then, and her life was a misery. Why does this clown imagine that getting a set of monstrous udders is going to “complete” him? Personally, I’m just mean enough to hope that he gets everything he’s asking for.
And I might add that I spent 35+ years in professions largely (at the time at least) staffed by men, white collar and the bluest of blue, and never, Ever heard any public mention, let alone discussion, of dicks. Sober or drunk, in work or out of it, the topic somehow never surfaced. And I promise, it wasn’t that they were to a man struck by Sudden Gentlemanly Reticence Syndrome due to a female presence, because they certainly had no restraints regarding any other issues of , er, delicacy. Just, the subject never arose. So to speak.
The man’s clearly a professional. Let him do his work.
Oops. It’s Megaera, not Negaera. So much for my keyboarding skills. I do promise it isn’t dementia, though. Yet.
If this place isn’t a perfect venue for surgery, I don’t know what is.
We may have to move that ashtray.
Most likely, I think, is that they conjured that behavior out of their own obsessions: They thought about it constantly and so it became a constant part of their speech. (And they associated only with other similarly damaged people who would never tell them otherwise.)
Who is this quack? Next thing you know she’ll be denying the humoral theory.
Probably an excess of yellow bile. I recommend cupping and a purgative.
No such thing
Unless, perhaps those few unfortunate beings born hermaphrodites. Other they are eunuchs (male and chopped, female ovaries removed) or cross-dressers/transvestites (male and female unchopped).
Oh excellent, a skilled fellow practitioner! We can share remedies, quaff a dram or two of piss (diagnostic purposes only, of course) and compare numbers of patients we’ve buried. This is great!
David, those look like pickles to me.
Right click, “Open image in new tab”, embiggen, if you still think those are pickles, get thee to an ophthalmologist…
They are, however, pickled.
and I think it only furthers the impression that trans women aren’t really women.
In my sophomore year in high school, I played the role of Aunt Abby in a production of Arsenic and Old Lace. This remind me of one of my lines from that play: “It may not be very charitable of me, but I’ve almost come to the conclusion that this Mr. Hitler isn’t a Christian.”
Much as I hate to defend the ludicrous assertion it is a fact that Sinatra and his ratpack buddies would greet each other by asking “how’s your bird?”
The expression became so well known that it was used as the title of a compilation album.
Yes, but how are your sewing skillz? I can supply my own whiskey but for only a couple stitches I doubt anesthesia will be required.
A reminder that antisocial behaviour is rarely confined to one form of expression.
Previously and related.
Pst and Megaera, cupping and leeches, really.
Please join us in the 21st century and get with Orgone Therapy and the newest breakthrough, psychodermatology.
He said.
He said.
No, you are either just trying to hop on the bandwagon, in serious need of a shrink, or more likely both.
Next.
in serious need of a shrink, or more likely both.
A hearty clip round the ear ‘ole and be told not to be so fucking stupid might be more efficacious.
Question asked.
In my experience, not untrue.
Would, by chance, your nom de commerce be ‘Knox’?
Indeed. As in ‘bold-faced lie’.
Where are we supposed to put the bolts and washers then?
Where are we supposed to put the bolts and washers then?
In the ashtray with the other snacks – the ones that aren’t moving, that is.
pst314: ‘When I asked if similar behavior on the part of a woman would justify cutting off her clitoris they became very angry.’
But if it was done as part of, say, ethnic cultural tradition, they would of course be just fine with it.
WTP: Um, I do a righteous cross-stitch and my satin stitch is widely accounted a sight to behold, Though, in the spirit of full disclosure, if a major artery isn’t involved, and there are no red streaks starting to run to heart-wards, I often tend to fall back on SuperGlue, Works a treat, Either way, since I still have my reloading equipment I can supply you with a bullet to bite that doesn’t also involve a brass casing, gunpowder and explosive primer.
Call me anytime.