He Thinks You Might Be Jealous
“You’re being yourself,” says a cross-dressing man who parades around the streets at night in a fetishistic latex maid’s uniform. With bonus dog collar and leash, obviously.
“I’m openly trans now. It’s a lot easier. But that rush will be missed, of having that secret.” pic.twitter.com/wWjnwSXfcT
— Genevieve Gluck (@WomenReadWomen) August 30, 2026
But he doesn’t want to talk about his sexuality, because “it’s complicated.”
Says our enthusiast of bondage and public humiliation, “The rush eventually wears off… I miss the rush… you do more risqué things.” And of course this chasing of transgression entails onlookers. People to be scandalised, disturbed or in some way imposed upon. Reluctant participants in his naff erotic drama.
At risk of seeming insufficiently affirming, what I see is a man being consumed by his own sad and grubby fetish. Not, I think, the most obvious basis for applause. Or indeed pride.
But hey. Modernity, baby.
We’ve recently mentioned how the realities above are difficult to convey in a normal social situation. Consequently, you may encounter people who wish to be seen as supportive of all things trans, because they’ve been watching the BBC and therefore know almost nothing about the phenomenon that they feel obliged to be seen supporting.
And so, you may find yourself in a social situation where nodding along or some affirming noise is expected, and you may then have to decide whether to sidestep the subject or introduce the other person to a world they may not care to enter or wish to spend much time in. But which is a very large part of what it is they’re affirming, if, perhaps, unwittingly.
And which isn’t necessarily what you want to think about when, say, having a meal with friends or coffee with the neighbours.
Update:
Regarding the endless chasing of transgression, mentioned above, it’s worth bearing in mind that our tedious transvestite is recording his interactions, any double-takes or looks of disgust, for sexual purposes. That’s his thing. He’s making other people part of his fetish, whether they wish to be or not.
See also this piece of work, mentioned here some years ago.
Dr Colin Cremin, a sociology lecturer, wants you, and his students, to be disconcerted by his stockings:
And his fitness to teach.
I hate to sound prim, but if I were – God help me – a sociology student, I doubt I’d be reassured by the fact that my lecturer felt entitled to use the classroom as a venue for his transvestite fetish.
It does rather suggest a pathological level of self-involvement and raises a suspicion that students may find themselves playing captive audience to – or being reluctant participants in – some personal psychodrama. A kind of power game.
Some variation of, “I can do this, and you can’t stop me without being accused of bigotry.”
Same dynamic. Same imposition. Same sad creepiness.
And note how readily Dr Cremin – our balding, middle-aged man in a frock and court shoes – employs the now-familiar language of “gender fluidity,” identities, and mandatory tolerance.
Lifted from the comments, which you’re reading, of course.





Dr Cremin, by the way, is still teaching worthless tat, and still imposing his fetish on students, now with fabulist pronouns, at the University of Auckland.
At some point, you’d think the pattern would be too obvious to ignore.
The hidden agenda of GLP-1s, to keep the patriarchy in power.
Whose doesn’t?
The bintery is inexhaustible.
I’d forgotten it’s a Bank Holiday. I should be out playing golf or something.
I could be wearing loud trousers.
The “shut up and sing” rule applies.
Everything is fascism when you’re too lazy to think or too corrupt to prioritize truth.
Remember feminist intellectual Susan Sontag, who condemned Leni Riefenstahl’s photographs of the Nuba as “fascist aesthetics”? Nowhere did she address the obvious fact that although Riefenstahl (who persisted in declaring herself innocent) was indeed a fascist collaborator, nonetheless a thoroughly non-fascist, radically libertarian even, person could also have produced those photographs, as anyone can admire the beauty of physically fit people in the prime of life. Were the Classical Greeks fascists? Or the artists and patrons of various later schools of art?
Protectors of kids might have ideas of their own duty.
Ack! David, could you please fix my comment?
should be
Careless editing will be my downfall. [ Nervously eyes David’s klaxon. ]
Done.
SSRIs have much to answer for.
Thank you!!
And by the way, my monthly scheduled tip just posted.
Would that be a change?
Wait – I’m supposed to be wearing pants and the blogging thong goes on the outside?
The post on our transvestite lecturer reminded me of why the pronoun game is so objectionable. Predictably, Dr Cremin’s faculty page misinforms readers at to his sex, with female pronouns throughout, and Grok similarly defaults to misleading pronouns when discussing him.
Given Dr Cremin’s fetishistic motives, as stated by himself, any enabling of this fantasy seems ill-advised and unsavoury.
Bless you, sir. May your watch strap be free of odour.
The latest version of the grok app, which apparently auto-downloaded on my phone over the weekend, is especially annoying. It seems to have defaulted to some sort of listening mode. I was interacting with it via keyboard and went on to do the thing I had looked up. As I was concentrating on the precise, woodcut I was about to make, I muttered something out loud about what I was just about to do and this voice comes out of my pocket. Scared the crap out of me. I had to tell it multiple times not to listen in, then it told me that I had to manually go to some setting and manually turn it off or exit the app entirely.
[ Sniffs new watch strap. ]
Ah, that’s better.
[ Ponders how to strap phone to arm. ]
You don’t wear a watch? A sure sign of heathenry.
You don’t wear a mechanical watch? A sure sign of heathenry. FIFY.
That’s Dr. Ciara Cremin, to you, TYVM, please ignore our earlier conversation about affected names.
For reference purposes.
There used to be a story, here or there, of some old codger who “didn’t trust banks” so kept cash stuffed in the mattress or buried in coffee cans in the backyard. Everyone would shake their heads and laugh.
Looks like that old codger could almost be right.
“Am I missing something?”
The meaning of “ever closer union” becomes more clear.
Sting and The Police weigh in.
Her hand gestures kinda remind me of someone…
What I don’t get is whether I’m getting it or not. Is there some other cutesy use of the term Grateful Dead? Did the Dead ever use those characters in some obscure album (admittedly not a fan)? Or is what is there what is there? In which case who’s gonna tell the hipsters that there’s no there there to be hip about?
We won’t kink-shame you.
I can’t listen to the sound on the videos, so I don’t know what the lady is going on about, but the dancing (marching) bears have been kind of the grateful dead’s logo since the ’70s. They started on the back of a greatest hits album, one curated by their sound engineer whose nickname was bear. Since then they have become a regular part of the dead’s merch – along with the skull with the lightning bolt and the skeleton and roses (more obvious symbols of dead). I always thought the bears were supposed to be dead as well – sort of the undead version of the teddybears’ picnic.
Like the big red lips and tongue is kind of the rolling stones logo – it’s on a lot of their merch just like the bears are on a lot of the dead’s. But the stones and the dead are from a bygone era when music was real, and people buying t-shirts in old navy or wherever today have no clue. Now get off my lawn [shakes fist at morons].
Not a deadhead, but I do like a lot of their music, and actually bought a bunch of their albums on cassette. I like the stones too, but led zeppelin will always be my favorite.
I would have thought this more fitting.
Heh. Odd that I missed that though more likely I just forgot about it. Which is more unsettling, I don’t know. Well, not that unsettling but…again, wasn’t a fan but they were kinda hard to avoid. Especially as one of my later college roommates had been a huge Dead fan when he was a freshman. He grew out of it by the time we became roommates at which point he was a Captain Beefheart/Residents/Jamaaldeen Tacuma (or wtf)/Ornett Coleman fan. Yes, I know. And that was after he stopped dropping acid. I think.
You know…I was thinking the exact same thing. Had it all typed out to post but changed my mind. I do do that on occasion. Hard to believe, yes.
I’m sure there are much more fitting pop songs–songs specifically about stealing–but I cannot recall any.
Speaking of stealing:
I’m not sure which I want more: the robber thrown in a wood chipper or the judge to get mugged so badly he ends up in intensive care.
Uriah Heep’s Stealin comes to mind.
The latter. It’s certain ‘schizo homeless guy’ isn’t the only miscreant allowed to continue preying on the populace.
Remember this?
Ignorant black moron masturbates to childish fantasies of black superiority
“I‘ve got dozens of friends and the fun never ends
That is, as long as I’m buying”
How did that song go? “All I want to do is have some fun…”
Public service message and bookmark:
These fetishists make me feel like I’m coming down with something.
When you live long enough to be reminded of this Clash song, but at a time more accurate now than when they released it.
Or maybe the first couple of lines of this song. Who knew they were based?