What about the families, when grown-ass men suddenly decide that ‘they were always women’. Effectively, wives and children become widows and orphans, because when the man throws away his last connection to reality, he is dead. A succubus has taken over his body, literally.
Why are men who do this lauded as ‘brave’ and ‘heroes’? Isn’t it their widows and orphans who are really the brave ones? How does a child deal with being told that ‘Daddy is a Mummy now — so you have two.’ And what about the widows, left crying over the loss of a man they loved, while being forced, every day, to live with his murderer?
No, that child does not have two mummies. She has one mummy and a monster that killed and ate her father, living in the same house, demanding affection and even love — as if he ever felt any for his widows and orphans — well, while they were still his wife and children anyway.
This YouTube video discusses the issue of the widows and orphans in detail, please watch it.
There is nothing ‘brave’ or ‘courageous’ about autogynephilic men who allow their fetish to overtake them. What happened to self-control? What happened to responsibility? Are we all such hedonists that nobody else matters and it’s all right to surender to a green-eyed monster that intends to destroy everything, because it loathes the host it parasites upon, more than anything else?
I have discovered that I fundamentally disagree with Dr Ray Blanchard about one important thing. He said, when he developed his iconic Typology, that he would use the term ‘transsexual’ for both homosexual transsexuals and autogynephilic non-homosexuals. He said this was to avoid making it seem that one type was ‘more valid’ than they other.
Real transsexuals are more valid than autogynephilic transvestites
Well I am sorry, but one type is more valid than the other. Homosexuals are transsexuals, whether they show it or not, and autogynephilic, fetishistic transvestites are transvestites whether or not they have had a penectomy. For them, it’s just a modification to the woman suit, like Buffalo Bill’s. it is no more to them than a boob job.
They have had the appalling gall to call themselves ‘True transsexuals’ — a term originially meaning homosexual transsexual — on the strength of this cosmetic surgery, appropriating what belongs to homosexual transsexuals by right. From now on I’ll call homosexual transsexuals real transsexuals and transvestites — transvestites. Because that is all they are.
Whether a person is transsexual or not does not depend on a surgical nip and a tuck. You have to be homosexual to be transsexual.
Real transsexuals are the kindest, sweetest, most loving people you could hope to meet. There is nothing of the ghastly miasma of death that surrounds autogynephilic transvestites. instead, they are beacons of sunlight in a gllomy world, precious bubbles of innocence surviving, somehow, in corruption.
For many years I have bent over backwards to be nice about these delusional, fetishistic whack-jobs in frocks. I have endured deplatforming because I refuse to toe the line they draw. I tell them — ‘No, you’re not a woman’. In fact, you’re not even a transsexual, you’re just a sad tiff in a skirt, an abject failure of a man.
Leaving widows and orphans for an imaginary woman is not brave
We can’t ignore any longer the harm these people have done, in promoting an entirely bogus ‘gender ideology’, in relentlessly erasing real transsexuals, in raping and abusing real transsexuals — whom they regard as an easier target for abuse than women because ‘they’re just like us’, which they are not — and in the horrible things they do to their wives and children, deliberately leaving them widows and orphans, in order to satisfy their delusional sexual fetish.
They are not heroes. They’re cowards.