Anthropology Pronouns Or Else The Thrill of Friction

He Was Drying Himself, But Quite Vigorously

January 5, 2026 by David 93 Comments

Remember that thing, the thing that never happens?

Well, by now you know the drill:

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.




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