Since #transjoy is a thing, the opposite should exist, too. And here it is, on gruesome display:
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The most ardent TRAs will claim the above is out of context--as usual, context is unevenly applied by these folk. But sure, let's contextualize this. Aside from the one person expressing emphatic regret, I'd contextualize any post-recording revisionism as severe Stockholm syndrome caused by irreversible trauma. You're okay because you have to be okay. Behind the feminized faces, I see a montage of broken men suffering regret, shame, and horror--all issues supposedly solved by "affirming care." The perversion of that language and the term care suggests an institutional inflection point for the corruption that inverted our sense of reality. As a writer, the greatest compliment you can receive is: "said book made me feel sad, elated, horrified, etc.—as applies." Weak art produces a tepid or inconsequential response. Correspondingly, words have tremendous power, and not just over our imagination. When empowered through corporatist clout, woven into daily and legal dialogue, what can be an academic whimsy becomes an Orwellian dictate. So let's briefly look over the modern breadth of trans scholars, influencers and personalities that have driven the worst of the rusted spike of transjoy into our collective brains.
Juno Dawson, author of the vile "This Book is Gay"—a step-by-step guidebook for children to give blowjobs and other sexual acts to each other—has a particularly queer and pretentious take on gay culture. This trans-identified male believes gay men are just jealous trans women who haven't yet installed their flesh pockets. I think he's a self-hating homosexual who needs to tell himself that lie, over and over, until it scabs, forming a convincing but hideous scar, much like his neovagina. For the umpteenth time, a bodily-crater installed from the inverted penile tissue of a man is not a vagina or anything a person with functional sex organs and a stable mind would desire. Neovaginas share no biological similarities or functions to the actual organ; they aren't even in the correct anatomical region and sit like a Barbiefied, blow-up doll fantasy of where a vagina should be. Sorry, not sorry, Juno, dicks are tremendously fun, complex organs, too, and it's a shame that you forsook yours because there are no refunds at the butcher's counter where you sold your sweetmeats.
From misguided wordsmiths to nefarious minor-attracted persons, the gamut of perversion isn't lacking in variety. But, expectedly, Alok Vaid-Menon's lecherous comments regarding young women seem to have been memory-holed by the powerful companies like YouTube that continue to platform him.
Strangely, or not so strangely, all of these activists are male. Perhaps the male inclination toward sexual and temperamental aggressiveness is the cause of them shamelessly broadcasting their deranged, debaucherous beliefs. Since he's not recanted or clarified any of his statements, I assume he still thinks little girls are kinky, corruptible and lacking in purity. Menon's fundamentally Marxist ideology centres around the dissolution of the family unit, its sanctity and its function to protect collective and familial culture. Undermining male roles, specifically demonizing "the patriarchy," is necessary to remove men from their traditional appointments as stewards to women, girls and their spaces. Such attacks are intentional. A Handmaid's Tale version of feminism dressed as progressive dogma always accompanies the masturbatory mental ramblings of a trans activist. The language erodes sense over safeguarding and makes men hesitate and question their basic instincts.
As trans-identified men, they must endlessly reconcile their sissification and overt fetishism; removing or emasculating other males who would chasten them allows the fantasy to proliferate. Likewise, trans-identified men force themselves and their ideation into what persists of women's only spaces to further the fantasy, which would otherwise collapse under reality's unleavened weight. Being called ma'am, she and her, regardless of how fulsome the respondent, is the transvestites' ambrosial euphoria.
Few revel in this perverse dynamic of tricking women into engagements and 'inclusive' language more than Pulitzer winner Andrea Long Chu. Featured in the NYT, the Atlantic, on podcasts with delusional woke women, and everywhere trans voices are celebrated, Andrea's philosophies are swallowed like chocolate-covered turds by his audience of flagellating Karens. He conceives womanhood as "being fucked" and pornography as the quintessential expression of femaleness. Trans women are women because they share with their biological envy the asshole, which Andrea purports as the anja chakra--a brown third eye—through which femaleness can be accessed. I'm paraphrasing and even trimming the vulgarity, though you get the idea of how deep this vein of depravity runs.
Jacob Tobia and Julia Sorrano are lazily lipsticked creatures as convincing as your safety in the hands of an unshaven degenerate coaxing you into an unmarked, white truck. Women like rape, torture and being bossed around, they say. The commonalities blur into a slurry of pedantic misogyny. I've included their 'highlights', which add to the churn of their peer's intellectual sewage—the stench of which we must all abide because our lawmakers have decided the most degenerate and broken in society require the highest affirmations.
The summary of trans scholars' beliefs seems to reduce women to holes to be fucked and girls to lesser versions of those pornographic objects. Beyond any other divisiveness, trans ideology has proven more invasive, dangerous and difficult to curtail. Even the race war stirred by Soros and the cabal of elites post Occupy Wall Street is a less opportunistic means of control and profiteering, for rather than just the destruction of the family, trans ideology offers the complete capture and corruption of it: affecting humans at the root of their development. The doctrine attacks children, turns moms into Munchausen parasites, carves up fathers into eunuchs, and finally enslaves all of them to institutional or medical masters.
While these trans-identified men are deplorable, I urge you to look to the hands that have placed them, like pawns, before us. The sickness will not end until stopped at its source. And that putrid font lies in Davos, Blackrock, Berkshire Hathaway and similar corporate enclaves of the wormtongued-transhumanist-powerbrokers that first sold the lie that men can become women.
—C