it is interesting that this is a battle between a generation who avoided crappy gender stereotypes and a generation so narrow minded that they are happy to sterilise themselves to maintain them.

Ina Disguise

Late Boomers and the entirety of Gen X will recognise these images.  The screaming Trans activists, many of whom had parents of this age, may not, or may pretend not to because it doesn’t suit the narrative.

Everyone at some point has felt the previous generations do not understand them, however usually it is because they want to widen their perspective, not so that they can roleplay stereotypes that the previous generation chose to reject.

This is an interesting time, because Trans Activists are fighting for the right to sterilise themselves, have less pleasant sex, often in the name of a very limited idea of what the desired gender actually means.

Transwomen, in particular, unless they are Caitlyn Jenner, are volunteering for a role in which their work is worth less money, they do not get listened to or taken seriously, unless they are very lucky the sex isn’t as instantly gratifying and they are less safe than they were before they bothered lopping their bits off.

In addition, they have to stay on medication for the rest of their lives, and the side effects have been documented by the many detransitioners who say they wish they had never bothered.

Their ideas about wanting to roleplay another body are not medically challenged for some reason. Instead we have this constant noise about forcing everyone else to play along with whatever a complete stranger wants, regardless of obscurity.

Of course they have their fans,

This intellectual weakling is harassing Joanna Cherry, senior politician, on the grounds of being an old hag. She is two years older than him.

What he means is that she spoke, he didn’t like it, therefore she should not speak again.  I imagine that transwomen must find this element of roleplaying a woman particularly difficult, and once they have had bottom surgery, cannot even run to the loo to relieve the stress.

Then we have the child abusing parents who want to trans their children, involving sterilising them and mutilating them, since puberty blockers prevent them forming sufficient genitalia for the all important yet inferior genitals to be rebuilt.  These children cannot consent to this because they are children.

There is no two ways about it, if you accept child transition, you make a statement that children can consent, if you establish that children can consent, you put them at risk from predatory adults.

As previously mentioned, the UN have already issued a document suggesting that children can consent.  The chemical companies are happy to provide you with medicine to mutilate and sterilise your children.  There are already people making bank punting the idea of transing your kids on social media.

Helen Joyce has some very interesting things to say. If interested, you should watch this.

The idea that you should self harm rather than learn self acceptance, particularly at a vulnerable age, is insane to Generation X, who were concerned with not needing validation, revelled in their individualism, rejected labels and were keen to accept other’s differences.

It goes with the rest of our snowflake ideas that if you are ugly, you wear an interesting hat and keep on dancing, so to speak, so the idea of chopping bits off to fit in with a social or imaginary sexual norm makes no sense to most of us. The lovely thing about being forced to physically meet people to socialise is that it doesn’t matter if you’re dancing with the spotty quiet dude as long as you are dancing. This made life consist of more personal challenges and rewards than sitting waiting for someone to tap like on your crappy little post.

As I have said before, I could probably be considered trans if I was a complete asshole with no self esteem.

As it is I am not at all unhappy with my gigantic breasts and men’s clothes, I just prefer hanging around with dudes and doing dude stuff, basically.  I don’t need the embellishment of makeup and frills even at my advanced age. I’m quite clearly a fun tomboy chick.

Some of the arguments I have encountered from trans people would find this wholly shocking.  I would obviously have financially benefitted from not being female, but I wanted to have a family. (didn’t, but that was because my protective streak far outstripped my selfish nurturing streak and we were in constant danger from my lunatic siblings)

Beyond the mistaken and irritating SJWs, who apparently haven’t thought about the stupidity of self immolation for fashion, we have the more sinister misogynists, who have successfully destroyed women’s sport, which is now Trans sport and no longer exists, and the sabotage of the crime statistics, which thanks to Wings Over Scotland, was the first major red flag that forced my hand on this.  I didn’t used to bother with his posts because I was considering the weighty matter of how to make Scotland work without influence, now I find we agree on quite a few things. As someone who worked extensively in research, I object most strongly to male crime being reallocated to female crime because a rapist decided he wanted to carry on raping and was a woman for the purposes of accessing a female jail.

Female prisoners matter, just like the women of Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran and several countries in Africa matter.  Until we have achieved parity for all of these, we should not and must not give any quarter to a social group – trans activists – obsessed with infiltrating women’s space, asserting female roles that in many cases no longer exist and shouting women down.

Anyone who knows me will tell you I have never been particularly interested in gender movements.  I’m interested in cultural shifts.  This particular shift threatens children, as I have demonstrated, and women.  Forgive me if I couldnt care less if you woke up this morning and decided you were transmasc or transfem. Fuck off and put on a football shirt and don’t expect anyone to read your mind.

Finally let us talk about the effects on the LGB community, who are looking more likely than ever to return to the LGBW fold.  Being trans is not a substitute for being gay.  The sex isn’t likely to be nearly as good, for one thing, and as Joyce notes, you can see differences in bran scans with gay people that do not exist in trans people.

Looking at the example of Dylan Mulvaney, you can see the delight that some more religious communities will have in simply replacing gay conversion therapy, which we should by now have agreed is very wrong and damaging, with transing the poor gay person to suit whichever God you happen to believe in.

It is NOT OK. It is not something that my generation is likely ever to consider OK unless the individuals concerned are totally stupid, and yes, many people are.

There is a very small number of people, three of whom I have personally known, who benefit from transition.  They are not the Dylan Mulvaneys of this world and the transition is not about being validated or demanding attention. Quite the reverse, and if this is your motivation, you are quite simply wrong to even consider it.

Give the very gay catholic Dylan all the money in the world, it won’t make it a good idea for him to chop his penis off and sterilise himself. It will not make it a good idea to blast him to the moon and influence children to chop themselves up or sterilise themselves.  It is not a kindness to pander to his lie.

Enough already.  It is about time Gen X spoke up before it is too late for Dylan and too late for these children.

No more stereotypes, labels and no more bad sex and side effects. Down with transition for 99 percent of patients and none before the age of consent.

Health update.

Well I do not have detailed results, however we do have a reduction of blood pressure from 190/110 at its worst, when I was horrified enough to need but not get a GP to 140/80.

Headaches are pretty much gone, skin healing almost correctly, I do have a large jar of fermented young garlic, which I got from my favourite shop to get through, it has been fermenting for about six weeks so should be worth doing now.

Found a cheap source of kombucha to add to the main source of diet, I sort of like it, but not a lot so it is just a digestible addition to the mix.

No longer doing any fruit heavier than a berry, which suits me far better, as full force fruit such as pineapple was sending me off to lengthy sleep and I got a bit fed up struggling to stay awake, although my month or so of fruit seems to have done the trick with my liver as despite not changing shape all that much I am far more flexible than I was.

Basically the self repair so far seems to have focussed on bringing the swelling down, my face is sufficiently improved for me to be getting eyed/chatted up pretty much every time I’m out again, which is a bit of a relief as being invisible is not particularly good fun. A woman in her thirties who had no idea what age I was tried to insult me this morning, which was quite gratifying, so I got a bit of a laugh out of that.

There are some things, such as some burns I managed to incur because of pain and hot water bottles, which may take a bit longer to heal, so I think I will be hitting the vitamin E for that.

In terms of feeling a bit muggy and slow, this has almost entirely been eradicated by thinning my blood down, I have been careful to take this in stages, the full force supermix thins your blood quite a bit without adding the cloves and garlic, so I thought it was probably a bit high risk to do it all at once.  We are at the point of supermix plus cloves and garlic now and again at the moment, the next stage may involve a bit of mix and matching with big garlic salads so that my blood doesn’t get too thin.  I did this 12 years ago and ended up very arty and not very businesslike when I was doing everything at once, so you have to know what you’re doing a bit.

Pain considerably less and breathing much improved.  The only thing holding things back now is my unwillingness to deal with people, so a lot has to be done when they are not around.  More ready to tackle big tasks now, and I have quite the list to deal with.

I’m inclined to think the residual issues will dissipate when I start walking extensively again, which will have to be carefully managed as I dont want to land in bed again. I do have a kind of grumbling going on with the kidney, but I suspect this is a stone and will be watching the oxalates pending speaking to a doctor, which takes three weeks currently.

I kind of gave up after the Little Shiva episode because I was so upset.  Bawbag just tried to hammer a nail in my coffin, nobody is likely to get to affect me like that again.

Odd to find you have an emotional set up that corresponds to a batshit crazy criminal, but whatevs.

So total weight loss over the entire course of stage 1, with a year’s injury interruption has been 66, which was not so much fat as swelling and lymphatic issues.  Now the harder work starts to get the phagocytes and lymphocytes on the job.

Toodle pip.

Ina