The Walking Unwomanly

And regarding those supposed “human rights” that are allegedly being crushed, this seems apposite:

Things that are not genocide:

When a man seeks to join a woman’s rugby team and is told he cannot join because he is a man but is eligible to join the team corresponding to his sex.

When a man is told he cannot use the ladies changing room but must use the changing room that corresponds to his sex.

When a male murderer who says he is a woman is told he must remain in a prison with other men rather than be transferred to a women’s prison based on his claim to be a woman.

When the state declines to pay for a man’s castration.

When the state declines to pay for a man’s mandibular reconstruction surgery.

When a passport or driver’s license lists the material fact of a man’s sex instead of his private reverie to be a woman.

When a person remains free to refer to the material fact of a person’s sex rather than being coerced by state power into joining in a person’s attempted falsification of this fact. 

When a 9-year old child is judged ineligible to be prescribed an off-label cancer drug in order to freeze him in a pre-pubertal state so as to better mimic the appearance of a member of the opposite sex.

Not only are none of these acts genocidal, none of them violate any right that any person has. 

If they were granted, as they have been in many states, they would simply be discretionary entitlements being handed out by the state to a legally privileged caste of person at the expense of the rights of others.

Where they are being removed, it is simply a reversion to a status quo without a legally privileged caste being rewarded with special rights that come at the expense of the rights and finances of others.

The above is in reply to the claims of another bedlamite cross-dresser and castration-porn enthusiast.

willing to put their money where there junk is

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.

While typing this out, a song, unbidden, popped into my head.

They’re creepy and they’re kooky

Mysterious and spooky

They’re all together ooky… 

I think my subconscious has a sense of humour. Not saying it’s good, mind, but it’s definitely there.