I’m Guessing It Sounded Better In His Head
And in cross-dressing-men-relocating-faeces news:
Man pretending to be a woman says he wants “every trans person in the UK to be given a poo bucket” so they can cover the office of the Equalities and Human Rights Commission with their feces, as a protest against guidance preserving single-sex spaces pic.twitter.com/8JVFSFptgl
— Genevieve Gluck (@WomenReadWomen) August 9, 2026
For those of you assuming that the above is some cunning AI satire intended to diminish the credibility of cross-dressing men, I have news. Those of you wishing to keep track of the project’s success can do so here.
383 signatures at the time of writing.
The shimmering vision of womanliness seen above is Mr Lucy Rose Shaftain-Fenner, a filmmaker whose films are, it turns out, chiefly about himself, and whose interests include the “liberation” of Palestine, violating women’s boundaries, and “taxing wealth.”
When not declaring his personal hotness, Mr Shaftain-Fenner engages in many feats of radicalism, including cutting up Harry Potter DVDs in an attempt to reduce the number of future Harry Potter fans, intruding in women’s toilets, denouncing the misogyny and catcalling he allegedly endures, and listing his quite numerous mental health shortcomings.
So, hey, nothing to worry about, ladies.
Update, via the comments:
Readers may be amused by Mr Shaftain-Fenner’s repeated use of the word fantasy, which seems a bit rich, all things considered.
Noting Mr Shaftain-Fenner’s claims of injustice and persecution, Jen adds, not unreasonably,
Or of course the disabled toilets, which are both unisex and generally nicer. But chappie seems bent on using women’s toilets, thereby imposing his delusions on women. Which does rather suggest that the imposition is the goal. A key component of his mental drama.
Indeed, Mr Shaftain-Fenner seems remarkably uninterested in whether ladies might object to his intrusion, his violation of their boundaries. Or indeed in why they might do so.
For instance, some ladies may not wish to share an intimate space with weird, cross-dressing men who feel entitled to violate normal boundaries, and who, statistically, are much more prone to other, more serious kinds of boundary violation. Examples of which are not hard to find.
But to pull at that thread might unravel the whole frock. As it were.
Previously in the world of powder-room dramas.
The radical relocation of bodily waste by cross-dressing men – specifically, spraying children with urine – has, perhaps unsurprisingly, been touched on here before.
This rickety barge is kept afloat by the tip-jar buttons below.
But don’t mention the mental illness.
I’m still processing the repeated use of the word fantasy.
“We go through all the exact same experiences that you do.”
Another shameless narcissist.
There it is again. No discourse possible.
Well, setting aside the theatrical, rather derivative excrement thing, his activism seems to consist largely of insisting that he will override the preferences of women whenever it suits him to do so and will try to use the force of law to make women submit to his delusion of womanhood.
Not really selling it, I’d say.
I mean, ladies, are you swayed?
He’s making ‘fascism’ sound sensible.
It is the soft feminine voice that really sells it.
I remember when The Secret Life of Walter Mitty was fiction. Now we have cosplaying delusional fuckwits walking among us. It seems their presence is almost compulsory on BBC quiz shows these days.
Phrasing, David.
In my defence, it’s difficult to describe actual events without veering into the lurid and surreal.
For those who missed it, another adventure in transvestism and bodily functions.
No, don’t thank me. All part of the service.
Well, I hope you always wear latex gloves when you touch on these things.
An inordinate focus on the nether regions seems to be the origin of most problems.
[ Hides carefully labelled bottles of urine. ]
So, like these?
FTFY
BTW, in TransNews, I really want to be a fly on the wall for this meeting.
And the real reason for it is presented in paragraph 13:
In summary: “If I have to adhere to the Human Rights Commision fantasy, then they have to confirm to my fantasy of….poo buckets. Wait, what did you think I was talking about?”
Are you taking out a new life insurance policy?
I’m going to have to read these things more carefully. I thought for a moment that his name was “Shitstain-Fanner”.
It was a natural mistake.
Some people only learn via pain. Others cannot even learn that way.
Truth.
Too intelligent for the constabulary?
It’s weird. I work in tech, and I interact with lots of Indians — some software devs, some product managers, some managers — but I’m not in a position to see the shenanigans described in that post. One of my favorite devs is Indian, and he’s a favorite because he’s crazy competent. (All the crazy-competent devs are my faves.)
At the same time, I’m not going to say the shenanigans don’t happen. Furthermore, the H1-B program encourages companies to get cheap labor at the expense of Americans, and for the Indians brought over it’s just this side of indentured servitude. Not to mention how Indians aren’t above lying about their skills to get a job. Not a good situation.
How is that going to work? Doctors need to see the condition of a patient’s body — skin color and rashes, whites of the eyes — as well as note the patent’s affect, such as speed of speech and responsiveness.
Will she have an AI to interpret it all for her? Or will she do research or something?
Companies have varying levels of safeguards against nepotism. The worst company I ever worked at for nepotism had no Indian employees in my office, but if you hadn’t gone to university or previously worked with the three brothers at the top you were a nonentity.
That said, I’ve seen the patterns described in that post at three of the last five software companies I’ve worked for. If the organization doesn’t have any real internal safeguards against nepotism then ethnic blocs will form, it’s only a matter of time.
He’s not “banned from using public services”. He’s a man. He can use the men’s toilets.
Or the disabled toilets, which are unisex and generally nicer. But chappie seems bent on using women’s toilets, thereby imposing his delusions on women. Which does rather suggest that the imposition is the goal.
[ Post updated. ]
You’re not supposed to mention that.
Well, quite. But it’s hard to see how any realistic discussion can take place if obvious variables aren’t to be mentioned. If the taboo against realism prevails, what follows will be farce.
Which is pretty much where we are.
Speaking of farce: “I try not to make my trauma other people’s problem,” says Mr Marlene Bellissimo, a cross-dressing man who wants to violate women’s boundaries, making his sexual dysmorphia their problem.
A common cause of sexual dysmorphia and related cross-dressing is, of course, childhood sexual abuse and the trauma that so often ensues.
Sometimes the ironies just overflow.
An important PSA on behalf of the largest minority.
[H]is gobbledygook was so bad.
Hence the loss of licence fee payers.
(via)
Next level.
That the horseshit was so obvious even a cursory glance would reveal it does rather damn the department, and the wider institution. It also invites suspicion regarding the character and probity of Arday’s immediate peers, none of whom seemed willing to acknowledge the obvious.
Presumably, lest the favour be repaid and their own efforts be subject to scrutiny of even the most minimal kind.
In other elimination related news, as long as the “international visitors” are happy, is a million Imperial Dollars really too much?
from Gilbert and Sullivan a half century ago:
The Jason Arday Memorial Library.
With ‘I thought you’d just believe me.’ above the lintel.
Argh! that was supposed to be “a century and a half ago”.
Were this an isolated incident we could laugh it off…maybe…tho we would still be wrong to. But not only did previous institutions where this clown taught ignore and/or dismiss concerns but academia, and the professional classes in general, have been beclowning themselves for decades. Nothing changes. The Sokal hoax (looking it up) was 30 years ago. Tangentially some other hoaxes, some of which I heard about, others are news to me:
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SCIgen (2005): Computer scientists created a program that generates random computer science nonsense papers. Multiple fake papers were accepted by conferences and publisher workshops. [1, 2, 3]
The Grievance Studies Affair / “Sokal Squared” (2017–2018): Three researchers submitted 20 fake, absurd papers (such as rewriting a chapter of Mein Kampf in feminist jargon or claiming dog parks are hubs for canine “rape culture”) to cultural, gender, and identity studies journals. Several were accepted or published before the authors exposed the project. [1, 2]
The Sociétés Hoax (2014): Researchers submitted an intentionally nonsensical and incoherent text filled with buzzwords to a sociology journal run by Michel Maffesoli, which was peer-reviewed, accepted, and published
The “Conceptual Penis” Hoax (2017): Before executing the larger Grievance Studies Affair, Peter Boghossian and James Lindsay successfully published a completely meaningless, highly repetitive paper arguing that the penis is a social construct rather than an anatomical organ in an academic social science journal. [1]
The Mathgen/SciGen Extensions (2012): Similar to the computer science version, a programmer created Mathgen, a random mathematics paper generator. A generated paper titled “Independent, Negative, Right-Injective Homomorphisms of Ultra-Bijective, Semi-Convex Subsets” was successfully accepted by the Advances in Pure Mathematics journal.
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These are not just subjective/libarts matters but even ‘objective’ science. And now with AI, you can generate crap like these studies with a minimum of ingenuity and even less effort. Bah, no one cares. Plagiary is just another word for research. Even in math.
[ Fetches red pen, Book of Eternal Shame. ]
And we don’t want the dysmorphic ladies to feel left out.
I seem to have a stuck comment…
Freed.
I’m now pondering the fact that there are people who can film themselves pouting into a mirror, absorbed in themselves, as if this were some radical feat.
And the concentrated essence of an “alpha male.”
To be fair, their cosplay doesn’t tend to the aggressive.