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He Was Drying Himself, But Quite Vigorously

January 5, 2026 147 Comments

Remember that thing, the thing that never happens?

Well, by now you know the drill:

⚠️GRAPHIC⚠️

Man pretending to be a woman caught m*sturbating in the women’s bathroom with women present

“I’m allowed to be in here… I’m a transgender.” https://t.co/gBdrwePPGd

— Libs of TikTok (@libsoftiktok) January 5, 2026

Or, How dare you bigots object to his incongruous masturbation in the women’s bathroom?

The young lady unnerved by this exercise in suspiciously vigorous towelling recounts her experience here:

At the end of the day, whether you’re transgender or not, you should not be stroking your shit in the women’s bathroom.

One might think this would be an uncontroversial point. A statement of the obvious, or formerly obvious. Readers will, however, note the inertness of the staff, at a Planet Fitness gym in Concord, California, and the young lady’s air of resignation, of futility, as if her experience were merely something to which she, and by extension all women, are expected to become accustomed.

In this thrilling age of progress.

Readers may recall our previous adventures in the super-inclusive bathrooms of Planet Fitness, where a “climate of understanding” and being “judgement-free” are the highest conceivable goals, and where perverts gleefully expose themselves to fifteen-year-old girls:

In short, then, female customers who perceive incongruity, discomfort, and possibly danger should simply ignore those perceptions. Danger, it seems, is something one can now just pretend away…

You see, in the progressive pecking order, the fantasies of sexually dysmorphic men – and the preferences of male sex offenders – are of much greater importance than any “discomfort” felt by the women and girls on whom the former groups choose to impose themselves.

Women and girls whose role, it seems, is merely to understand and tacitly affirm. To be reluctant accessories to some strange man’s psychodrama, while remaining free of judgement. Which is frowned upon.

“Staff,” we’re told, “also promised to warn him not to expose himself to other people.”

Because the modern, not-at-all-insane response to repeated acts of indecency and sexual intimidation – by a predatory man in the women’s changing rooms – is to ask him not to keep waving his erection at women and children. On grounds that what he’s waving could somehow be a lady’s penis. Such is the sophistication of our times.

So, ladies. Or actual ladies, I should say. Are you feeling all that sensitivity and progress, that rush towards utopia?

Update, via the comments, which you’re reading, of course:

Mags adds, not unreasonably,

We used to know what these men are.

Prompting this from Dicentra,

At this point, I think we ALL probably still do, but Our Betters are thrilled at the idea of humiliating normie women. Seriously. What other explanation is there?

To which Daniel Ream replies:

It’s overwhelmingly women who voted for this, and (still) overwhelmingly women who bully other women into going along with it. All so they can show that they have only the most fashionable opinions, dahling.

Quite.

If an illustration is needed, let’s not forget the saga of Mr David “Sasha” Yates, a cross-dressing high-school sports coach with an interest in schoolgirls’ panties. And his immensely loud and righteous defenders, who were indeed overwhelmingly progressive women:

Mr Yates’ behaviour didn’t appear to concern the progressive ladies who rushed to his defence to ensure he kept his job after initial complaints. And thereby kept his access to the schoolgirls’ changing rooms, where a bewigged Mr Yates paraded around in his own bra and panties, much to the girls’ discomfort, and while asking those teenage girls about their underwear and menstrual cycles.

The same progressive ladies who denounced as “hate” and “transphobia” any expression of concern, and who elevated themselves with the airing of modish views, their ostentatious displays of inclusivity, while screwing over the schoolgirls being harassed by a cross-dressing creep. Because in the Progressive Pecking Order, expressing discomfort with sexual boundary violations is terribly low-status when the culprit is a man pretending to be a woman.

Readers will note the TV news interview linked in the post and its eye-widening implications:

To those of us less practised in progressive dissembling, the above would seem to translate as, “It’s okay for the teenage girls in our care to be creeped on repeatedly by a cross-dressing pervert, and consequently left feeling violated and upset, because we have guidance counsellors. And a box of tissues. Also, cross-dressing perverts are very fashionable right now.”

That these sentiments were expressed with great confidence – by a woman – and were left entirely unchallenged by the reporter – also a woman – is quite a thing. It does, I think, tell us something about progressive priorities and which groups are deemed of much less importance.

It’s hard to see any alternative reading of that exchange, or of the saga generally.

Our bewigged pervert, who boasts of an “exposure fetish,” was eventually, belatedly, obliged to seek employment elsewhere, following some further, shall we say, indiscretions:

Mr Yates’ homemade pornography – which he saw fit to send to a concerned parent, as one does – featured our burly cross-dresser using a kitchen sink as erotic apparatus, and while smoking methamphetamine and asking, coquettishly, “Am I a good meth whore?” A question that every parent hopes to hear from someone entrusted with the care of their children.

And so,

Mr Yates is currently seeking employment as a “transsexual escort.” “I am,” says he, “definitely interested in being pimped out to as many men as possible.”

Again, words that every parent longs to hear.

Whether the schoolgirls whose underwear so intrigued Mr Yates, or their parents, are likely to receive an apology from the school district, or from any of the progressive ladies who dismissed their concerns and accused them of bigotry, remains unclear.

Though readers are welcome to speculate.

Oh, and should a visual aid be helpful, I have just the thing:

Captures something, I think.

Update 2:

Commenter Svh adds,

That photo is hilarious.

There is something about it. Its fundamental ludicrousness. The gushing, the genteel throat clutching, the massive hands.

A snapshot for our times.

And all of that is before you learn the context. What it is that’s being applauded.

Note that Mr Yates refused to use the bathroom and changing facilities provided for his own exclusive use and instead insisted on parading his grotesqueness in front of the captive schoolgirls. As one of the girls put it, his being “fully a man.” That’s what he wanted – to harass and intimidate girls. Children. To make them feel unnerved and dominated.

And the progressive ladies applauded him. For his bravery.

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Anthropology Free-For-All

Worldview Bought Wholesale

January 4, 2026 54 Comments

Or, Bint Regurgitates.

As we gingerly lower our buttocks into the hot bath of 2026, let’s kick things off with a super-confident listing of white-devil inadequacy:

People have lots of theories about what causes this, but consider, for example, the claim that white people don’t use seasoning because we’re afraid of seeming too ethnic. This is…basically just bizarre. That’s not a real claim. She’s never heard anybody say that. Nobody *has*… https://t.co/AVpaytdJL8

— wanye (@xwanyex) January 3, 2026

The departure from history and reality is, needless to say, very much a signature of the type, practically an obligation. The very footing of it all. Reality would likely make the required pretending, the status-bestowing posture, so much more bothersome.

Regarding the white devils’ alleged fear of seasoning, for instance, one might mention the European salt roads and the somewhat extensive role of People Of Pallor in the global spice trade of the fifteenth, sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. The words Dutch East India Company and British East India Company come to mind. To say nothing of the building of overseas factories to process spices, the fortified network of trading outposts, and the establishing of maritime trade routes.

The claim, aired above, that white devils can’t dance, possibly on account of our tight trousers and insufficiently vigorous ectoplasm, has of course been touched on here before.

And regarding the assertion, mouthed with great confidence, that, “white people don’t have culture,” I’ll merely note one of the many corrective replies,

The white person who says they have no culture is the fish who doesn’t know what water is.

Ms Kylie Brewer, featured above, is, she boasts, a “content creator, writer, and activist with a background in education and political storytelling.” Hence, one assumes, the departures from reality. She’s also a high-school teacher, a person who teaches others, and she’s very much “anti-racist.” Which would, I suppose, explain the endless, contrived disdain for people who happen to have pale skin.

Because contradictions don’t exist in Ms Brewer’s mental world.

Readers may recall Ms Brewer’s inadvertently revealing attempt to debate Andrew Wilson. It is, I think, fair to say it did not go well.

Setting aside the clumsy attempts at emotional manipulation, readers may note how Ms Brewer’s sudden-onset “health issues” and urgent need to leave evaporated – one might say instantly – on hearing that there was a chance of more money.

Ms Brewer has subsequently and repeatedly referred to her “traumatic experience” – i.e., being asked to support her claims with, you know, evidence – as akin to sexual assault. Such are the mighty Amazons of which the legends foretold.

Update, via the comments:

Liz notes Ms Brewer’s position of trust as a teacher and adds, drily,

Only hiring the best then.

Well, quite. And which invites a thought that the aspects of Ms Brewer’s personality that one might regard as suboptimal – the casual dishonesty, the willingness to mouth utter bollocks, the blatant racism – may well be considered credentials by her employers.

Desirable attributes.

Readers may wish to imagine employing as an educator someone who insists, publicly and emphatically, that white people “don’t have culture,” and that “every element of white culture,” which apparently doesn’t exist, “has been stolen from people of colour.” Someone who asserts with enormous confidence that white people shun seasoning for reasons of racism and a fear of seeming “too ethnic.”

All while adding, “I am not exaggerating.”

Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.

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