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.
And we don’t want the dysmorphic ladies to feel left out.
Knotted bandana neck scarf, really??? Is she trying for 1980s gay or 1950s cowboys and indians? Vaguely teenage male head/face on an overweight female body – the fat deposition patterns are female. Like male pattern baldness on the hulking dysmorphic gents – their chromosomes are showing, no matter how many chemicals they pump themselves with.
And this whole thing is very much about them, how they feel, and how the rest of the world is obligated to cater to their delusions.
It’s also very much related to the article celebrating Britain’s first deaf/blind doctor. All about them and no thought given to the patients of said person.
In case anyone is prone to think that narcissism is harmless, since we are all a little bit narcissistic, I give you the Fauci example. Putting the welfare of 350 million people below your own needs…not harmless.
Oh I dunno. Pumping mentally ill, self-mutilating women with massive doses of testosterone can have some decidedly charmless effects.
Say, gratuitously bellowing profanities at work colleagues in order to bully them, or encouraging small children, aged seven and nine, to shout profanities at random passers-by who may have voted Republican.
That kind of thing.
As noted recently, testosterone is quite the drug. Men have years to get accustomed to its effects, to learn, and to be taught, the necessary social and psychological restraint. Some never do, of course, and we tend to call them thugs or criminals of one kind or another.
The idea that unstable young women will fare well on sudden, harmfully high doses of this substance is, to say the least, fanciful.
“I know, let’s give unstable, mentally ill women, many of whom will already have personality disorders and problems with emotional regulation, huge doses of a hormone that will irreparably damage their bodies and boost their aggressiveness. What downsides could there be?”
Hence the weirdly antisocial Ms Amber Leventry, mentioned in the links above.