The Walking Unwomanly
Or, Angry Man Is Angry.
With Hallowe’en approaching, I thought I’d lift this from the comments:
World’s number 1 Harry Potter fan. https://t.co/uo4pz7GAl9
— Gay Not Queer (@Gaynotqueer1) October 26, 2026
Lest it be unclear, J. K. Rowling doesn’t in fact “pass anti-trans legislation.” She isn’t funding “genocide.” She’s not “murdering” anyone, except perhaps rhetorically, and she’s not “killing children.”
And you’re not a woman, sir.
And those claims of “human rights” that are allegedly being crushed are just another fabrication, another attempt to deceive.
Regarding the impassioned scene above, Clam asked,
Well, indeed. Our cross-dressing chappie, the one barking instructions, is not, I fear, making a compelling case. Or eliciting anything approaching sympathy.
He’s just a man with mood-control issues who casually tells lies about others and himself, and who evidently likes to scold his imagined audience, on a holiday for children, for daring to have priorities of their own, even down to what kind of Hallowe’en costume he thinks they should be allowed to wear.
The lippy doesn’t hide his fundamental obnoxiousness.
So, in that sense, he has made himself “abundantly fucking clear.” Though he doesn’t seem to realise exactly what has been revealed.
To some extent, I think he and other maladjusted bullies exploit the assumption that you should want to be, and want to be seen to be, friends with everyone. In solidarity with everything. At least everything fashionable. As if that would be possible. Which is rather silly.
I made the front page.
Groupies and acclaim are sure to follow.
And regarding those supposed “human rights” that are allegedly being crushed, this seems apposite:
The above is in reply to the claims of another bedlamite cross-dresser and castration-porn enthusiast.
It’s amazing how so few of these men make any attempt to appear womanly. If you believe you’re really a woman trapped in a man’s body, shouldn’t you try to look like the woman you believe you are? Granted, men are, well, men, so the reality is that’s pretty much out of the question.
These are merely transvestites, wanna be drag queens, or, dare I say it, posers. At worst, they’re misogynists who enjoy making a mockery of what it means to be a woman.
I seriously doubt many of these types are willing to put their money where there junk is and get their fun sticks mutilated.
For the sissy-porn-addled contingent, which is a large chunk of the broader phenomenon, there’s an inherent problem.
Those that go all-in, as it were, and who have their genitals mutilated into some grotesque approximation of the opposite sex, thereby achieving their fantasy ideal, subsequently discover – one might say belatedly – that their sexual function has been destroyed by the endeavour. And any prospect of satisfaction is rendered very much, and quite decisively, out of reach.
But we mustn’t mention the mental health issues. That would be beastly and mean.
AGPs.
It’s a fetish.
A narcissistic fetish.
Hence the nastiness in demanding fealty.
While typing this out, a song, unbidden, popped into my head.
I think my subconscious has a sense of humour. Not saying it’s good, mind, but it’s definitely there.
Just going to leave this here.
No reason.
But the Addams family were likeable.
The Addams Apple family.
I have that series, and The Munsters, on DVD.
[ Rummages under bar, opens box marked lost property. ]
[ Hands used, slightly discoloured sticking plaster to Steve. ]
It’s still good.
Once, some time ago, I dared to ask the Google about that, and was assured that they could still fully enjoy sex. Being in possession of said equipment, with a decent understanding of how it all functions, I found it hard to believe anything would come remotely close to working after all the slicing and dicing and inverting.
That has been my criticism of modern drag. Back in the day, a drag queen was exactly that – underneath a man, to be sure, but went through extensive preparation to appear as a beautiful, glamorous woman. Now, when I see a burly fellow wearing a low cut gown that exposes his hairy chest and still sporting a beard, I think, what’s the use?
The Addams Family espoused traditional family values and human kindness. They loved each other, supported each other, and Gomez and Morticia were gracious and kind to any “normie” who entered their home, only taking umbrage when they were treated poorly – and even then, remained polite.
As a kid, I would have loved to have been a member of their family.
You understand that he’s threatening kids. Maybe not in-the-moment directly but he’s suggesting violence on what a holiday that should be mostly for kids.
When the internet is full of lies, search engines (and AI) will repeat them to you.
That raises questions about fetish porn, and porn in general–questions which fly in the face of what the “smart people” have been saying for generations.
Following the link to the article at The Critic:
This is a very widespread problem with advocacy writing.
Recall the oath “the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth”.
But also scholarly writing: Even many academics violate the “whole truth” commandment, while “nothing but the truth” seems not far behind in the humanities.
Lifelong, painful dilation of a necrotic, foul-smelling wound that cannot be allowed to close will tend to impair any lingering sexual function, to say nothing of the removed anatomy. As you might imagine, albeit reluctantly.
And of course those sufficiently deranged to want to be mutilated in such ways will also tend to lie about any subsequent experience, which does rather colour any self-reported satisfaction with the surgical trauma. Admitting a catastrophic and irreversible error would, for many, be unthinkable. Their fantasy persona, premised on deception, would likely fall apart.
And then there’s the fact that those disillusioned or horrified by the butchery, many of whom may detransition, will tend not to be included in any follow-up surveys, the quality and rigour of which leave much to be desired. Some 40% or so simply disappear, opting out of any further contact with those who mutilated them.
I am an enemy of the trans community.
It’s pretty much a horror show all the way down. And the unsavoury nature of the reality is why the dishonesties persist. Not everyone has the stomach for any significant knowledge of the phenomenon.
So hey. Pride.
Given the relative fragility of nervous tissue it does seem unlikely.
From one each Jennifer’s screen shot in the comment to the above:
Right-o, that totally makes sense.
I’m beginning to suspect that for these ninnies on the Venn diagram of logic, reality, and sanity the circles don’t come within several light years of each other.
The attempts by trans activists – in large part successful – to forbid realistic discussion of the phenomenon, to depathologize the pathology, to make such discussions socially costly or taboo, have not been helpful. We’re talking about people who are unwell. Sometimes dangerously so.
And if you can’t acknowledge the dysfunction, or its common causes, or the large overlaps with other dysfunctional phenomena, then there’s not a lot of scope for honesty.
You can, however, wave that flag.
Not pushing back against “deadnaming” led to this bullshit.
There’s sometimes scope for civility and coyness, and I don’t think I’d generally go out of my way to be mean. But the readiness of many people to submit to absurd demands and emotional blackmail – “If you acknowledge reality I’ll burst into tears and kill myself and it will be all your fault” – is revolting.
Not pushing back against “deadnaming” led to this bullshit.
And pronouns. Not pushing back against compelled speech in the name of politeness, niceness, etc led to this bullshit.
An old buddy, probably fresh off a harangue from his beloved wife or daughter, posed the gotcha to me probably as it was posed to him:
If [mutual male friend] came out identifying as a woman, wouldn’t you do the nice, polite thing, and use his new pronouns and name?
I responded with a firm no to the pronouns because a) that would make me a liar, and b) the only pronoun used when talking to a person is “you”. The only time I would need to use third person pronoun is when talking about people when they are not present, and no one has the right to compel my speech.
If [mutual male friend] legally changed their name, I would use that in their presence, if I remembered it, because that would not make me a liar. I have known people who changed their names later in life (not for trans reasons) but I have a hard time remembering to use the new one.
People like the bully bloke in the post above, and AWFULs like my old buddy’s wife would not agree, I’m sure.
Those who get the “bottom surgery” often have degradation fetishes. They want to be raped and otherwise mistreated by men, and what better way to be degraded than by becoming a woman?
They imagine that the bottom surgery will allow them to be penetrated (degraded) as fully as a woman would be, and that their enjoyment will be off the charts.
Except they never count on the nerve damage.
Which, think about it for more than two seconds. THAT much cutting will never preserve nerves. It can’t. The surgeon is lying.
Not to mention the lack of depth, elasticity, etc.
If they got the surgery as a fetish, it serves them right.
I just feel bad for the hyper-effeminate gay men who dream of marrying a straight man and adopting kids and being his trad wife. Those poor saps never understand that very few men are interested in ersatz women, that “loving me for who I am inside” works for friendships, but the romantic relationship MUST have the lizard-brain component.
And the lizard brain can’t get past the bodily reality of sex.
[ Faints. ]
Still got the bloody Addams Family theme in my head.
♫♪Do doodly doot click click
Do doodly doot click click♫♪
This.
Same idea as the masks, and the experimental mRNA “vaccine”.
I think there is something somewhere in the Bible about being our brother’s keeper, but lying in support of delusions is not what the authors had in mind, methinks.
Intro and outro?
Dicentra: hypereffeminate gay man wanting to marry straight man and be trad wife: in this fantasy, there is also the problem that sex is heavily influenced by hormones and smells which cannot be faked. You are not going to fool a straight man with this crap. sorry.
Now trying to purge the Addams Family earworm by listening to other bygone-era theme songs. I’m currently on the theme from Are You Being Served?
I have to say, the theme music is much better than the series.
This. I (once) had a very good friend and his wife that we used to go with to dinner, sporting events, and even a couple vacations. We had many mutual friends because her husband and I and my wife worked together. She was always ‘Pat’ to us. Then at some point after we hadn’t seen them in a couple months due to working elsewhere we came to discover, when someone else we knew just as long addressed her, that she was now to be call “Tish”. Being as I wasn’t going to keep “Tish” and “Trish” straight, I kept up with the dead name. Got away with it until her general craziness broke up a few friendships. Haven’t seen them in years.
You can replace the earworm with this one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIaXl7SqkBw
Now have the bloody Are You Being Served? theme in my head.
🎶
It’s a small world after all
It’s a small world after all
Any white pill in the medicine cabinet, right? https://x.com/KenPaxtonTX/status/2115085510657863854?a=cH7TP_7TKgkuQ4EiXds&s=19
Cain said it to God when God asked where his murdered brother was.
“What, am I his nanny here?”
We’re not instructed to be our brother’s nanny. People misread that all day long.
Sorry, no, you really can’t.
With this, perhaps, but not that.
Sorry about that, Chief.
Well, there’s always this. Though my personal favorite is this.
If it’s adventure & derring-do, this suits. As does this.
Have to insert this & this because, well, memory is a tricksy thing.
But for all around ‘can’t get that out of my head’ introductions, these are very hard to beat.
Or this:
Conductor, when you receive a fare,
Punch in the presence of the passenjare!
A blue trip slip for an eight-cent fare,
A buff trip slip for a six-cent fare,
A pink trip slip for a three-cent fare,
Punch in the presence of the passenjare!
CHORUS
Punch, brothers! punch with care!
Punch in the presence of the passenjare!
This comes to mind quite often these days:
Thou fools, there is only one TV theme song worth augering into your eardrum.
https://youtu.be/yg1Cx26-928?is=NSLLPHoe_0v9_-Tl
Low budget?
Lean into it!
I think it is worth noting that, as far as I know, the only person in the Bible to ever utter that line is Cain, when he is trying to hide the murder he just committed from God; not exactly who we are meant to be looking toward for moral instruction.