His Tiny, Delicate Hands
And speaking of not-at-all unbalanced cross-dressing men:
That would be this chap here, Mr Sasha Yates, whose behaviour didn’t appear to concern the progressive ladies who rushed to his defence to ensure he kept his job after initial complaints. And thereby kept his access to the schoolgirls’ changing rooms, where a bewigged Mr Yates paraded around in his own bra and panties, much to the girls’ discomfort, and while asking those teenage girls about their underwear and menstrual cycles.
The same progressive ladies who denounced as “hate” and “transphobia” any expression of concern, and who elevated themselves with the airing of modish views, their ostentatious displays of inclusivity, while screwing over the schoolgirls being harassed by a cross-dressing creep. Because in the Progressive Pecking Order, expressing discomfort with sexual boundary violations is terribly low-status when the culprit is a man pretending to be a woman.
Or as one progressive lady put it, following complaints of disturbing behaviour,
I’ll give you a moment to process that one. To savour the implications.
To those of us less practised in progressive dissembling, the above would seem to translate as, “It’s okay for the teenage girls in our care to be creeped on repeatedly by a cross-dressing pervert, and consequently left feeling violated and upset, because we have guidance counsellors. And a box of tissues. Also, cross-dressing perverts are very fashionable right now.”
That these sentiments were expressed with great confidence – by a woman – and were left entirely unchallenged by the reporter – also a woman – is quite a thing. It does, I think, tell us something about progressive priorities and which groups are deemed of much less importance.
Still, at least we can savour the irony of claims by Mr Yates’ defenders that we should look at “her [sic] character, not her [sic] gender…”
Readers may recall that Mr Yates’ homemade pornography – which he saw fit to send to a concerned parent, as one does – featured our burly cross-dresser using a kitchen sink as erotic apparatus, and while smoking methamphetamine and asking, coquettishly, “Am I a good meth whore?” A question that every parent hopes to hear from someone entrusted with the care of their children.
Following his self-inflicted exposure and subsequent resignation, supposedly for “ongoing health reasons,” Mr Yates took to a fetish forum to boast of his “coming out” as a “meth whore” – thereby titillating others with an “exposure fetish” – and while simultaneously positioning himself as the victim of a cruel, unfeeling world:
Nature is healing, buddy.
Mr Yates is currently seeking employment as a “transsexual escort.” “I am,” says he, “definitely interested in being pimped out to as many men as possible.”
Again, words that every parent longs to hear.
Whether the schoolgirls whose underwear so intrigued Mr Yates, or their parents, are likely to receive an apology from the school district, or from any of the progressive ladies who dismissed their concerns and accused them of bigotry, remains unclear.
Above, Mr Yates being affirmed by progressive ladies.
Don’t think it’s unclear at all. They never apologise.
David is a paragon of British understatement.
The likelihood does seem remote.
I’ve belatedly realised that it’s turning into world-of-cross-dressing-men-week here. Must try to find something on – oh, I dunno – football or hot air ballooning or something.
Rollercoaster girls in skimpy tops?
I think we covered that topic on Friday. If covered is quite the word.
Siri, please define the term ‘suicidal empathy’…
‘here’s something I found on the Internet!’
I’d offer you some photos from my most recent jaunt up the Catskills, but they’re too big to attach here.
I think I posted one of them to Twitter, however….
Nope. Not going to ask.
Scenery’s not too shabby.
I can’t imagine. By that I mean I literally cannot imagine..what…how…getting too old for this shit.
[ Adds kitchen cleaning spray to shopping list. ]
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
Isn’t it always attention-seeking wanker week?
I’m now picturing ATTENTION-SEEKING WANKER WEEK extending forever, on endless repeat, into all of future time.
On the upside, it would simplify things.
Speaking of inclusivity, it could be that “trans” are drawn to antifa as it seems within their ranks passing is easier.
From the comments.
They’re eating their way through all the crayons in the box.
Why, it’s almost as if an organisation premised on giving license to Cluster B personality disorders will in fact attract demographics very prone to Cluster B personality disorders.
Speaking of which:
Mentioned here. Because it turns out you can’t have too much icing on a cake.
“Yes, dear, your haircut does make you deeply fascinating. Do tell me more about yourself. I have nothing better to do.”
This, for instance. But without end.
Self-definition. You’d never tire of it.
Your powers of recall are notable.
I should have a costume and fight supervillains.
Lesbians explain: The one in a suit looks 13. The other is wearing a kids princess crown. Assuming these are adults, they are playing dress up as if it defined reality.
You do not get to assert how fascinating/successful/cool you are. You can discover these things via your actions and accomplishments. For instance, I discovered that although i love sports I lack talent–no amount of asserting otherwise would affect that fact. On the other hand, I have run and lifted weights my entire life and can feel the benefits. I have cultivated my skill at conversation but do not assert that I am fascinating or funny. You are funny if you can get a group to truly laugh, not because you think you are. There are lots of people who think they are top 1% in looks/charm but are not. It just makes you look foolish.
As to trans, they want the normies to not merely accept them but to say they are sexy and gorgeous when in fact they are cringe or worse.
On that note.
How many of the denizens of this blog would look good in spandex?
Better our costumes be a suit and fedora.
[ Orders ball gown, roller skates. ]
John Steed is my model
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It’s way past time to go weapons-free on all these thugs.
I know I’m a little slow on the uptake, but I just noticed the new scrolling catch-phrase: “Poking the pathology since…”
Once again, on point!
Kudos Mr. Thompson, kudos!
“Poking the pathology since…”
I can get behind that.
If you’d like some non-trune content, I’ve been giving my backyard a makeover. Pix to follow.
Looks like you can’t remove a pic and replace it in edit mode.
Replacing the patio was the best thing I ever did. That thing was SO depressing.
The yard is quasi-green because I took the photos in early April, when the cheat-grass has sprouted and looks OK.
New potting shed.
New greenhouse.
Xeric crevice garden.
Laughed, not sorry.
More proof you can’t trust progressive women.
Well, the words that came to mind were moral reliability. Followed by dark laughter.
I mean, the saga – among many others – does rather suggest a pseudo-moral calculus based on which Designated Victim Group is currently in fashion. There’s an implicit hierarchy – of who is valuable and who is not, at least among devotees. Such that those so designated are unilaterally exempt from normal proprieties, and other, more obvious variables – who was doing what to whom – can be dispensed with – and in the case above, actively lied about.
In the name of piety.
As noted in the third post linked above, which I recommend revisiting,
And it is very much about appearances. How one seems.
Please update your files and lifestyles accordingly.
Why is it always “awareness?” There are many things in life of which I am unaware but, until the problem presents itself, my ignorance remains bliss. But most of that of which people want me to be “aware” is quite well known and frankly, tiresome. It’s really more an “unnecessary reminder week.”
When my dearest friend was undergoing treatment for breast cancer, her friend group had the FPR Club to support her. FPR stood for Fuck Pink Ribbons. Please, she did not want to be gifted pink accessories and did not want anyone virtue signaling with a pink frame for their social media picture with some sort of sappy caption reading, “I support my friend fighting breast cancer.” No one needed “awareness.” She needed treatment, she needed to have phone numbers she could ring at 2am when she was scared shitless, and she needed a warm blanket for when she sat for hours getting chemo. And she got that and now 10 years later she is still with us.
I am so tired of performative behavior, even when it’s well-meaning.
Bet ‘trans’ boys who want to use the girls bathroom won’t be told they have to be quiet and get used to being uncomfortable.
Who will then punish you for Wrongthink.
Good Lord, what an evil woman.
Beating up pickpockets sounds good. Getting arrested for assault, not so good.
(Leftist judges and politicians, always protecting criminals so that crime never ends.)