Lifted from the comments: Man thinks his purse makes him a woman:

Misgendered at Walmart~ #MentalHealthCrisis #Unhinged

Gender ideology has made clothes synonymous with gender. Apparently, feminine colors and carrying a purse now define what it means to be a woman. pic.twitter.com/vwMCrIxZIE

— L G B (@L__G__B) January 13, 2024

And so, you must accept and affirm his rejection of himself.

“Why can’t people be more sensitive?” says he, indignantly. And yet, the insensitivity – one might say rudeness – of insisting that others lie on demand and say things that they don’t for a minute believe to be true – this passes unremarked. Imposing one’s psychodrama on random shop assistants – a coerced participation – seems fairly rude to me. But apparently, as so often, the expected sensitivity only goes one way.

And note that the competitively progressive view – as mouthed by our bandana-wearing chappie – is that purses and pink are the very essence and definition of womanhood, the pivotal criteria. The stuff of which women are made. How far we’ve come.

Also, open thread. Share ye links and bicker.

No, don’t run away. She wants to tell you about herself:

These people are becoming gender-soup. 💀
pic.twitter.com/mgZRiyCAV2

— L G B (@L__G__B) January 9, 2024

And remember, competitive complication is the name of the game.

Also open thread. Share ye links and bicker.

A fox’s first snow, photographed by Tak:

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Attention, unenlightened beings. You must continue doing the work until you are aroused by the fat, neck-bearded woman:

No one likes a fat go-go dancer, honey. pic.twitter.com/tpMUPjwDj1

— Heidi (@HeidiBriones) December 18, 2023

Now shove that twenty bucks in her G-string, goddammit.

Update, via the comments:

John D adds, not unreasonably,

Little Miss Hairy Neck does seem to be offloading the burden of her chosen profession. Sort of, “You should fancy me regardless of how I look or behave. I shouldn’t have to be a pleasing shape or an agreeable person.” Which, it has to be said, is a big ask. But then, the egalitarian redistribution of erotic interest is a recurring theme of woke rumblings.

Mags, meanwhile, is amused by Lady Neckbeard’s claim of being “really honest” while framing the limited interest in her physique as entirely the fault of other, insufficiently effortful people. A bold move.

Given our oversized go-go dancer’s chosen activities, and her expectation that strangers should want to stuff cash into her knickers, I suspect that our hefty temptress is the one who “still has a lot of work to do.” I mean, it’s not unlike complaining that people aren’t rushing to buy your unattractive, poorly-made furniture. “Yes, the chairs do wobble, and the legs will fall off if you shift your weight even slightly, but people should still want them…”

Oh, and as I’m busy with some last-minute redecorating, open thread.

Or, Wooing And Titillation, The Transgender Way.

It has to be said that, until today, hot prosthetic pics is a series of words I’ve had little cause to use. But we must, I’m told, make an effort to keep up with The Current Thing, and thereby become engorged with sensitivity and whatnot. And so, from the Reddit forum r/ftm – where ladies who wish to be perceived as men seek out the counsel of their peers – I bring you this:

In the subsequent comments, affirmation ensues:

Eliza Mondegreen adds, “Peak It’s the thought that counts.”

Previously and related, this dysmorphic being – a “Latinx genderfluid personal trainer” and a “trans 2Spirit DEI consultant,” pronouns “they/he/she” – opted for a “seven-inch in a tan colour.” With additional adhesive.

Best used on a clean, dry surface.

For those who wish to know more, there are, of course, online shopping options. Viewer discretion is advised.

Update, via the comments, on being a parent with a pseudo-penis:

However, the children, we’re assured, “have seen my adult toys.”

Also, open thread. Share ye links and bicker.