As I was writing a comment on a substack piece, a thought occurred to me.
The piece is very good and very thought-provoking, although not a ‘comfortable’ read, as such.
The thought I had was the following :
If the ‘answer’ is an extensive series of painful and disfiguring operations coupled with a lifelong dependency on powerful drugs with all their attendant consequences, then what the fuck was the question?
No unicorns or glittery rainbows here - just the cold, hard surgical steel of a scalpel.
It’s all very well being kind and positive and all fluffy and lovey-dovey, but a scalpel is not kind, the drugs are not benign. This, then, is the cold, hard reality - a very real possibility - that we bequeath to our children when we thoughtlessly genderbread them at school.
Celebrate their wonderful, special, unique, inner ‘trans’ nature?
In the piece above, the author alludes to the worrying trend we’ve seen for people to ‘celebrate’ abortion - almost as if the surgical realities and emotional turmoil are extremely minor considerations in the glorious excision of a useless parasitic clump of cells. We see the same tendency in the trans ‘debate’; the almost child-like refusal to ignore (or severely downplay) the real consequences.
It’s a glittering rainbow future in which there is no place for words like butchery. Words that would be more accurate, but certainly more offensive.
That’s it. Just my brief thought for the day. I’m off to celebrate my 3rd cup of coffee.
And to contemplate what kind of question has permanent life-altering surgery and chemical modification as its answer?
From Over Here, have a look at today's "Country Squire Magazine", specifically The Editor: "Goodbye, T".
Deep Thought: It's been a long while...