Readers may recall this chap here, a cross-dressing educator – the one who records classroom videos of himself faffing about with his wig while expecting applause for his feats of fake-hair management:
As I said at the time,
Schools have surrendered to cross-dressing men with a rapidity and full-throatedness that is quite remarkable. The place where cross-dressing men
should not be – in positions of intimacy with, and authority over, children – is where they seem to find the most gushing welcome and the most ludicrous indulgence. Such that children are coerced to mouth fabulist pronouns and to regurgitate obvious lies.
Despite much higher rates of sexual offending, including offences against children, and similarly high rates of serious mental illness, people who identify as trans appear to be favoured in school hiring. Their numbers, and social-media prominence, does seem noteworthy. Among successful candidates, there is a certain triumphalism. A confident strutting.
Hence the numerous videos of such men vamping and cavorting in a classroom setting. Marking their territory with an arsenal of bad wigs and curiously oversized fake boobs.
And then there’s the not insignificant matter of introducing an element of transvestite farce into the classroom, which may result in children being distracted from the task at hand by the perhaps more immediate question of what the strange man in the wig and padded push-up bra sees when he looks in a mirror.
Readers may also wish to ponder whether children should be imposed upon in this way and should be obliged to pretend, to be dishonest, on a daily basis. Which is to say, pretending not to see the pantomime, and being obliged to participate in the teacher’s psychodrama, for the teacher’s gratification.
While any children who demur, who acknowledge the obvious, even politely, run a risk of being disciplined and publicly denounced. It seems to me this is, at the very least, rude. Some might say abusive.
It is, I’d suggest, enormously presumptuous, and selfish, to coerce other people’s children into what amounts to a personal affirmation exercise. A gratuitous flex at their expense. While knowing that the parents of those children may not approve, and may be left to deal with whatever upset or confusion ensues. Any number of inapt or premature questions.
Well. Let’s catch up with the chap in question, Mr James Roman Stilipec, and his predictably emboldened activities:
Concerns are mounting in Maryland after a male teacher was found posting TikTok videos flaunting what he describes as his pregnancy and breast-implant fetish.
Videos that his students could easily access. A coincidence, I’m sure.
In [one video], Stilipec is seen wearing an exaggerated breast form and an oversized fake pregnant belly beneath a tight green shirt.
I know. You’re intrigued. Here you go:
Yes, it positively screams ideal teacher material.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, parents expressed concern:
In one livestream… multiple parents pressed Stilipec on whether his fetishes compromised his ability to safely carry out his duties around children. Stilipec denied this, despite admitting to some fetishistic behaviour.
“Nobody can see my autogynephilia,” replied Mr Stilipec, with a confidence born of indulgence, and while making sure that any passers-by, including children, could see his colossal fake breasts and fake pregnancy.
While Stilipec frequently sports enormous S-cup breast forms in his TikToks, he also has large breast implants that he has openly boasted about online, describing them as “36DDD, but I can fluff them up to about a 36G.”
Because fake boobs can’t ever be too big. For a certain kind of chap.
Strangely, Stilipec has said he does not identify as a woman or a “trans woman.” On his X account, Stilipec has clarified he… is not on hormone replacement therapy, and has no desire to transition. Instead, he says he simply has breast implants, pregnancy, and “forced feminisation” fetishes, and occasionally identifies as “gender fluid” or “non-binary.”
A relief to all parents, I’m sure. No hint of anything untoward there. And now that the doors of cross-dressing have been kicked wide open in the name of progress, including the doors to classrooms, I suppose anything goes. Having given away the store.
Our educator, Mr Stilipec, also tells us, “I was dysphoric about [not] having boobs, so I got them.” This prosthetic enhancement, all 36DDD of it, is, we learn, “just for my own self-gratification.” And hey, what’s self-gratification without a captive audience of other people’s children? Five days a week.
Despite not identifying as a woman, Stilipec reportedly does still utilise female spaces.
But of course.
And because a cake needs icing:
Stilipec also writes erotic fiction under the pen name Jay Aress. Nearly all of his publicly available works feature themes of BDSM, sexual slavery, and forced prostitution. In one short book, Angel’s Continuing Enslavement, a young woman is injected with a drug that halts her aging on her 18th birthday before being auctioned off and sold as a “pleasure slave.”
But remember, to be A Good Progressive Person, you must learn to disregard any and all warning signs. Those little flashing red lights.
“Good morning, class.”
Previously in the world of not-at-all-concerning cross-dressing educators, a three-part saga of sorts: One. Two. Three. Though the faint-of-heart may wish to proceed with caution.
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