Transgender Toe Dysphoria
I thought that might get your attention.
And now, in the interests of raising awareness and fostering sensitivity, in the name of visibility, I bring you the travails of the modern cross-dressing man:
You’ve heard of foot fet!sh but are you prepared for transgender toe dysphoria pic.twitter.com/kIuJTGsjxV
— Exulansic (@TTExulansic) April 12, 2026
You see, that second toe “feels like a man toe to me.”
Oh, and the sound of his pee. That also induces feelings of dysphoria. Which I suppose one might rephrase as awareness of the pretence. The attempt to falsify and deceive. So as to venture where one shouldn’t:
Possibly on account of being a mentally ill man getting his kicks, his affirmation jollies, in the women’s toilets.
Previously: When your feet aren’t being affirmed as non-binary.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
And in other cross-dressing news.
Let me stop you right there, sir.
Is it Delusion Visibility Day?
It comes round so fast.
THE INFLECTIONS.
It feels like a ‘man toe’ because it’s a man’s toe.
Does he care whether actual women get anxious because of him?
A question that bears repeating.
Though I think we can guess the answer.
What was once hoisted to the top pedestal of society will eventually be hunted for sport.
Believe all women!
But it’s not a mental illness, right?
Who can deny the feminine allure of stubble and a walrus mustache?
Totally unrelated, not exactly up to 1st Viscount Slim standards these days, I fear. Homina, homina, homina
[ Post updated slightly. ]
https://reduxx.info/german-transgender-neo-nazi-fugitive-arrested-in-czech-republic/
C’mon David, stop using AI to make fake stories. 😏
(There’s some sort of historical irony or cosmic justice that the Czechs arrested a wanted neo-Nazi. REVENGE!)
It did require a double-take. An actual wait, what? moment.
“Oliuwadamilola Ogunyankinnu from Enfield” (via)
Wow.
Man parts look and work like man parts.
Whatever will they think of next?
Ogunyankinnu?
Very old established family.
Exactly. Much as the phrasing Oliuwadamilola Ogunyankinnu from Enfield is used.
I’m still processing the implication, aired here, that the difference in men’s and women’s shoes is some heinous imposition, a conspiracy to oppress the unwell, rather than an attempt to accommodate physical reality. And thereby sell shoes.
“This two-gender thing is just… getting totally out of control,” says our unhappy madam. Because reality is such that the feet of men and women tend to differ. Which is apparently an outrage of some kind. A personal attack.
What about their camel toe?
When I am in a public women’s bathroom, I get super anxious about the sound of my pee. Like, I can’t even describe it. Like, just, like, the… how fast it’s going, the intensity of it…
Has he tried sitting down?
On government-funded comedy.
[ Peers out of kitchen window at Venus. ]
[ Peers out of kitchen window at Venus. ]
It’s probably not a good idea to stare at any goddess.
It’s The Monopoly All The Way Down
Things wouldn’t be so bad if professors cared about kids, and thus were willing to learn, but they have proved that they don’t really give a damn.
I know this is a crazy, way out there idea but given that we are living in about the most absurd environment imaginable with comedy gold lying around begging to be used, have they tried just being funny? But of course that would probably get them arrested by the UK…government.
But of course things cannot be otherwise than as they are; for all being created for an absurd end in this the most stupid of all possible worlds.
This AWFL is pretty typical … right down to the beta boyfriend standing just outside the blast radius then obediently trailing after her.
Totally unnecessary.
All jokes, gags, slapstick, or other comedic devices will be approved by The People’s Ministry of Mirth. All comedic devices must be delivered simultaneously in English, Arabic, Farsi, Urdu, Hindi, and Pidgin.
Anyone failing to laugh at any comedic device approved by The People’s MoM will be sent to a reeducation camp. Anyone failing to applaud the performance of a comedian approved by TPMoM will be sent to a reeducation camp. Anyone heckling a comedian approved by TPMoM will be shot.
And we are supposed to welcome them in women’s spaces because they ‘pose no threat’?
I’m now more aware but feeling less sensitive.
Young liberal women have all turned into devils, and I’m not sure exactly what to do about it. At least in this case there were some arrests.
As I’ve said before, it’s often assumed that the more aware you are of a social phenomenon, the more you come to know about it, the more you must find it vibrant and charming. The more indulgent and accommodating you must become. As if that were inevitable, the only conceivable result. As if visibility could have only positive effects – and the particulars of the phenomenon somehow didn’t matter.
The idea that research and familiarity might have other, perhaps contrary effects is much less often considered.
In case it needs saying – and at this point it really shouldn’t – they are not good people. They do not mean well.
At a gathering of that kind, the concentration of Cluster Bs will be quite high.
“You get what you pay for” applies especially to Canadian healthcare.
“Mental load,” she says, and if I were saddled with her, I would indeed find her to be a mental load.
Telepathy not a thing, women hardest hit.
I rather like that one. One of my better efforts, I think.
“A lack of understanding,” says she.
Note that the discomfort only goes one way.
As if his own cross-dressing psychodrama, and the expectation that others must participate in it, couldn’t possibly be an imposition. A basis for discontent.
Young liberal women have all turned into devils,
“It was always the women, and above all the young ones, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party, the swallowers of slogans, the amateur spies and nosers-out of unorthodoxy.”
— “1984” by George Orwell
Speaking of comedy, I was wondering how someone like this could be considered a comedian. The New York Times highlighted the “everyday” routine of a fellow named David Cross. Never heard of him. Married to some vaguely familiar actress, Amber Tamblyn. The article talked about how he tries out various comedy routines and “isn’t afraid to say what should not be said.”
To wit:
“The special includes jokes about slavery, an extracurricular offering at a Chinese massage place and a culinary fantasy about what God does with miscarriages.”
“He found a new way to introduce a bit about Josef Fritzl, an Austrian psychopath who imprisoned, abused and sexually assaulted his daughter in the cellar of their family home.”
“Thumbs up for an extended bit trashing Charlie Kirk, the right-wing personality who was assassinated in September; one or two groans for a Holocaust joke involving the Nazis co-opting Santa Claus. Another joke — “Boy, was I mistaken about what a rape kit is” — got a hearty delayed laugh, but one about bestiality elicited only a middling response.”
I think there is a difference between black humor and shock jocking jokes. Dark humor is a defense mechanism against the horrors that history can have, I suspect people laugh at this guy’s jokes either because they are psychotics or simply they’re uncomfortable with what he said and their laughter is more polite discomfort.
Speaking of visibility.
Or, man gets cock out, everyone cheers.
It’s bad enough that Canada tries to euthanize inconvenient people.
Even more evil is that Canada outlawed all private medical care. When the government refuses to treat you, or subjects you to wait times which amount to the same thing, you cannot even go down the street and pay with your own money for what you need–because that would be “unfair”.
Related, Marxist planning at it’s best.
Even worse if that first photo is what is considered a “grocery store”.
There is also the lack of consistency (Unexpectedly!™) among this lot. “We are being dehumanized”, “please call it a front hole”, because “front hole” is one of the most humanizing terms ever.
It’s the expectation that everyone around him should be not only obliged but coerced to use obviously incongruous names and pronouns – as if his fantasy or fetish were real. And this overreach somehow doesn’t register as a possible insult, or an overstepping of normal boundaries.
And then there’s the presumption that he – the one doing the imposing – is the one to be “confronting” other people. Because their polite demurral, their gentle acknowledgment of the absurdity, simply can’t be tolerated. Because even this mildest of pushback to his fantasy “gives me the creeps.”
Ironies abound.
The demurral will become less polite. Militant, even.