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Being Who You Really Are Shouldn’t Be This Difficult

April 02, 2018

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Being Who You Really Are Shouldn’t Be This Difficult

Of all the things I write and amid the vast expanse of radioactive topics I cover without flinching, only one issue has caused two different people from my past to contact me out of the blue and chide me for my ignorance, and that is my refusal to accept that “transgender people” are what they claim to be.

I could insult blacks and women and homos and Mexicans and Christians and Muslims and even people from that other religion, but for some reason it is my opinion on trannies that induced such outrage in long-lost acquaintances of mine that they felt compelled to hunt me down and scold me about it.

What’s astonishing is how quickly the public opinion has turned on this issue. And when I say “has turned,” what I mean is “has been manipulated and shamed by the powers that be and the brute force of social pressure into accepting a belief that is fraudulent at its core.” Twenty years ago, what quotient of the population believed that what are now known and openly venerated as “transgender people” were anything beyond silly and often tragic “crossdressers”? I’d reckon it was around one percent or lower. These days, you can have your personal and professional life destroyed for refusing to say that the Emperor’s New Body looks fierce and fab.

“What’s suspicious about our transgendered allies is how much effort it takes them to be who they really are.”

Last Saturday, like every March 31 since 2009, was International Transgender Day of Visibility, which implies they aren’t already visible enough—the event’s very name hints that trannies aren’t visible to a degree that is way out of proportion to their puny numbers.

I’m not sure how you celebrated the day, but sometime on Saturday it occurred to me that the only thing visible about “transgender people” is that they aren’t what they claim to be. I mean, that’s right in front of my face, clear as a bell and plain as day. No matter how many flesh-slicing, bone-sawing surgeries they undergo in their quest to become the gender they weren’t “assigned” at birth, and no matter how skillful their plastic surgeons were or how beautiful their manufactured plastic boobs may be, the minute they open their mouths, it’s almost impossible not to think, “Oh, wow, that’s a dude. Weird.”

Still, trannies and their advocates insist that it is a hate crime not to suspend disbelief and to deny that these men who claim they’re women and these women who claim they’re men are “who they really are”—in other words, anything but what they really were the moment they came slip-sliding out of the womb.

I’ve dedicated a great deal of time during my adult years—time that could have been spent rock-climbing, fly-fishing, hot-rodding, or collecting vintage ceramic Elvis commemorative dinner plates—tackling leftist mantras that are so inherently nonsensical, I am compelled to scream, “That’s not how it REALLY is!”

Among these mantras are such logic-demolishing Zen koans as:

• Rape has nothing to do with sex, despite all the genitals that define the act.

• Race doesn’t exist, despite the fact that racism—which, one would think, would require race as a necessary springboard—pervades every molecule in the Western atmosphere.

• Hate speech is a different thing than free speech, and if you even try to challenge this dunderheaded assertion, we’ll accuse you of committing hate speech.


And now to this shameful canon I must add:

• Men who claim they’re women are only asserting who they really are, despite the fact that the process of becoming who they really are often involves radically altering nearly everything about who they…really…are.

Transgender activists repeat this “who they really are” thing so alarmingly often, one might begin to suspect that the listener isn’t the only one they’re trying to convince:

Basically, they are the gender they identify as, and (while categorically, they are trans) and transition was just a means to achieving that end (being who they really are).

I find it COMPLETELY BIZARRE that a transwoman, having gone through the struggle of finding acceptance for who they really are, would then look down her nose at another transwoman who is just trying to be herself…

Transgender people risk social stigma, discrimination, and harassment when they tell other people who they really are.

Perhaps instead we should love them for who they really are, regardless of what they have in their pants.

What will it take for America to accept transgender people for who they really are?

It might take a while—or at least long enough to resolve our disagreement about who they really are, because that’s the sticking point.

I would have no sane reason to deny someone the right to be who they really are. What’s suspicious about our transgendered allies, however, is how much effort it takes them to be who they really are. I would think that being who you really are requires no effort at all.

What’s so odd about trannies is that in order to simply be who they really are, they must endure a rigorous and expensive process of becoming who they really are.

If your lifelong dream is to switch gender teams, the process can cost you $100,000 either way—a tab that gender-normal taxpayers, rather than those who are in the laborious process becoming their “authentic” selves, are increasingly being required to pay.

If you’re a man who is “really” a woman, this would involve female hormone injections from the get-go. Your testicles will be mercilessly plucked from your body cavity and either tossed in a wastebasket or fed to dogs. The skin from your foreskin and penis will be inverted into a flap. Your glans penis will be transformed into a makeshift clitoris. After some rudimentary removal of pubic-hair follicles, your scrotal tissue will be reworked into labia majora. Then, like oilmen drilling for black gold, a hole will be carved into your groin area. Your new “vagina” will require hormone treatments and daily dilation for at least six months with a dildo-like contraption. If you’re feeling adventurous, you can get part of your slimy bowels reworked into a “real” vagina, and maybe your male lovers will never know the difference. After your genital overhaul, you may elect for a tracheal shave, facial feminization surgery, breast augmentation, and buttock enhancement.


If you’re a woman who is “really” a man, you will need testosterone injections for the rest of your life. You will also need those pesky breasts sawed off. Your internal female organs will be removed as if you were a female dog being fixed at an animal shelter. Your labia majora will be reworked into a slapdash scrotum; if you so choose, the doc will toss in some fake testicles before sewing it all back up. And then comes your phalloplasty, during which some sausage-like monstrosity is welded onto your groin in the hopes that not quite everyone can tell it’s fake and repulsive.

Becoming who you really are shouldn’t really require this much effort, at least not if you aren’t insane.


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