Some items from the archives. A Cross-Dressing Special.
His Tiny, Delicate Hands.
The erotic adventures of a strapping madam.
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.
The Pretending Can Get Competitive.
He identifies as a disabled woman. It’s activism, apparently.
You see, Mr Alme feels “very uncomfortable” if he doesn’t have “an outlet” for his “need to sit in a wheelchair.” That’s sitting in a wheelchair while dressed as a woman, adorned with make-up and painted nails, and while feigning disability. Just so we’re clear on this.
When asked by his wife whether this behaviour is a fetish, he replied, somewhat coyly, “Maybe so.” Our facilitator of sensitivity also tells us that he feels “a lot of excitement” when buying himself ladies’ shoes, particularly “shoes with high heels.” Indeed, Mr Alme boasts an extensive collection.
Because wheelchair and heels, obviously.
The idea that one’s bizarre and rather elaborate sexual kinks – including wheelchairs and cross-dressing – probably shouldn’t be inflicted on random strangers, on work colleagues, and on one’s own children, of which he is the father of two, appears to have escaped him.
There’s Something To Be Said For Inhibition.
Look away now.
Apparently, we’ve arrived at a stage of civilisation in which chunky middle-aged men dress as women and then deliberately piss themselves in public, on camera, as an erotic high, before sharing the recording on social media and awaiting likes. Which is to say, affirmation.
This Is Your Captain Speaking.
Argentina’s first transgender pilot uses cockpit to take endless pouting selfies.
Before becoming a shimmering vision of womanliness, Mr Campolieto was a professional bodybuilder, a proverbial brick shithouse. Hence the bad wig, the transformative powers of which may have been overestimated. And so, the pilot in charge of 250 tonnes of Airbus A330, and on whom the lives of 400 or so passengers depend, is a man whose perceptions are wildly unreliable, at least regarding himself.
For those craving more, this is a pretty good place to start.
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You don’t see this in John Lewis.
Have you seen our bar snack menu?
[ Fetches menu. ]
From the His Tiny, Delicate Hands post, this one, I’d forgotten about this bit, which is, I think, worth repeating:
As noted in the subsequent comments, it 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 – or actively lied about.
And this,
Again, progressive women. The ruin of the world.
“Safer places to live”
This is why no one over the age of 12 should be allowed to read Heinlein.
[ Compiles tomorrow’s Ephemera. ]
[ Muffled chuckling. ]
Let me guess… trans?
Bing-o.
It’s from a few years ago and the relevant accounts have been scrubbed, but if memory serves it was part of some trans-furry-nonce drama. But hey, at least the misfits creeping on your kids are “way more chill” and “less racist.”
So there’s that.
White privilege, obviously.
Lifted from MacBeth from the looks of it.
Yet.
[ “Freaking the mundanes” taken to extremely pathological levels ]
[ Makes last-minute addition to tomorrow’s Ephemera. ]
[ Muffled chuckling. ]
I denounce myself in advance.
The price you pay . . .
Épater les bourgeoisie has always had an element of indulgent malice.
I have seen two claims, one on msnbc, one on an economics blog, that most violence is from the right. I am trying to guess what universe they live in where this is true. BLM riots, antifa, ICE attacks, assassination attempts, trans mass shootings, church vandalisms and attacks. All the left. Are they counting jan 6? I can’t fathom it.
It’s a longstanding leftist tactic: Tell a lie. Repeat the lie endlessly, while ignoring all evidence that it is a lie.
Journalists, teachers, professors: All participate in the lie.
Note that they always choose a cutoff date well after the wave of leftist terrorism in the 60’s and 70’s.
Perhaps it is fortunate that Heinlein and Ginny remained childless.
In my experience a significant fraction of Heinlein fans are best avoided.
Meanwhile at Harvard, highly skilled educators compare notes.
Can we say sh!t test on this blog? Because I think it’s a sh!t test.
[ Faints. ]
What John Bolton said about the UN could equally apply to academia:
Are there were once they are did.
And it’s confirmed.
Agreed.
Inevitably.
Never let them think they can improve their circumstances seems the driving force behind all leftist thought.
Or, “Bright kids must have no respite, however brief, from the company of violent morons.” Sorry, marginalised communities.
Very much related, this.
And it does, I think, illustrate the mindset in play.
I think they say “shite” in the UK, not “shit”. But I can’t be arsed to look it up.
A bog standard Britishism.
[ Puts portrait of Shakespeare on bar, empties ashtray. ]
It initially seemed that the author of this article was a victim of the WASP plot of putting yachting terminology onto aptitude tests – “the administrator presented me with a page featuring four boats…” – but it turned out to be a matter of vocabulary – “… and asked me to identify the widest one. Unfamiliar with the term “wide,” I chose a boat randomly.”. We take it as given that the failure of the authorities to identify the author as a genius at four years old is an injustice we should all be concerned with.
A report (PDF) from the NYC Bar has some interesting motivating examples: a school that looks like the communities it serves, as they say, except for the gifted class which is visibly white; a recruitment process that selects for the children of pushy parents who are clued in to working the application system – that is the children of lawyers and the children of Chinese; the disadvantages of students who don’t speak English at home. Segregation is the worst thing in the world, yet college professors in New York go to a lot of trouble for their children to be segregated. And the NYC Bar is at least consistent to a principle in that they don’t pretend that segregation is only bad when Southerners do it – in fact they recommend that New York City emulate the Georgia and Alabama systems for putting a thumb on the scale for Black Brilliance that doesn’t get in through the IQ route.
What racial diversity brings to our schools is that there isn’t even a baseline of cultural competence that a student can be assumed to have learned at home from their parents, and when children of different races inevitably have different outcomes, the academically weaker children carry a sharpened envy and resentment for the rest of their lives. What are we even trying to do here? Can we just choose not to have diversity? In the West we traditionally want our four year olds to be out making friends in the park, not memorizing vocabulary for their kindergarten entrance test, so that they can go to the school with the Chinese instead of the school with the blacks – is that truly the only choice we have?
This is why no one over the age of 12 should be allowed to read Heinlein.
“Soon after that I got a chance to meet Otter (now Oberon) and Morning Glory in person. I was invited to their home near the Russian River in northern California. As we drove up there a filk song played: “We were traveling north to see some friends we’d never met…there were unicorns…” It seemed unbelievably appropriate, though I didn’t know at the time I’d soon meet a real unicorn. I found out on that trip that Oberon and Morning Glory were breeding real live unicorns. I developed a friendship with both of them and we Shared Water in its full meaning from Stranger in a Strange Land.”
“Filk.” Bet it’s not a typo. Looking at the accompanying picture, no, I don’t even want to think of “sharing water in its full meaning.” Nasty, smelly hippies.
Stranger in a Strange Land is my favorite sci fi novel, moreso for the character of Jubal Harshaw. And his secretaries. The rest are forgettable, even the protagonist.
“Filk.” Bet it’s not a typo.
You would be correct, at least according to Wiki, always a crap shoot at best. I imagine it is like Vogon poetry.
Heinlein – “Tom Corbett, Space Cadet” but with bigger words and occasional sex.
John Belushi is never around when you need him
I know what both of those mean, and the older I get the more I feel that “I say we take off and nuke the site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure” is the only appropriate response to SF Cons. Anime Cons, too. Fan cons generally, really. If the gathering doesn’t involve conspicuous amounts of farm machinery, nuke it just to be sure.
It’s as if no one has ever heard of, to pick two examples from the relatively recent past, the Oneida Community, or Joseph Smith’s Church of Christ.
There have always been communities with sexual mores and practices at odds with the broader culture, based on interpretations of scripture or some other, revelatory, authority. If memory serves, that was part of the justification behind the Albigensian Crusade.