Hi Everyone,

I am on an Ogham and writing break until January 8. Thanks for understanding as I refresh the well of inspiration and celebrate Alban Arthuan/Yule/Christmas.

I recently bought a new car after my 20 year old Toyota Scion XA became too expensive to maintain. It was a very emotional and heart-rending experience. I was extremely attached to my old car, which I named Carla somewhere along the way. We never had an accident. She did have hail damage, dinged up hubcaps, and a busted mirror. I wrote several songs in Carla, including songs from my Dream of Flight album and Somewhere in Time, which I wrote driving by my local Target. She was more of a pet than a car, though when we started out in 2006, she was just a car. She did not change -- I simply learned that everything is alive over that 20 years and recognized her as a consciousness.  Giving her up feels a great deal like losing a beloved pet. 

Because I don't know all that much magic, I said goodbye to Carla by taking her to the forest preserve and doing the Sphere of Protection in the car -- obviously I could not move around but I did my best. I even burned incense in the confines of the car, windows open of course. I have shed many tears over her and I am deeply grateful for all of our years together. I wish I had the automotive expertise to repair her on my own. I tried hard to conceive of ways to keep her.  Sadly I do not have the time or the space and I feel a great deal of guilt and sorrow over it, with worry that she might be frightened or sad even though "she" is a car. I traded her in for my new car, another small subcompact who I have named Asami. 

May the gods bless Carla forever in whatever future form she takes. 

This Open Post is open to anonymous commenters, but I do see the IP address of all commenters, so please keep that in mind. Like JMG's Ecosophia blogs, I'm not friendly to swear words worse than bitch unless it truly makes sense and belongs there. Also, I don't respond to what I perceive as trolling. Other than that, please have at it. I appreciate your comments and interactions.

I have nothing against people who feel their gender does not reflect the way they feel inside. As a believer in reincarnation, I believe souls take turns as male and female incarnations, so it follows that sexual dysmorphia would be a natural outcome in a world where reincarnation is rapid, with little time between death and re-birth. My problems with trans began when it went from being a fringe choice to a mass agenda pushed upon young children by the greedy State. My objections arose when trans tried to become the new normal, wedding the pharmaceutical-industrial complex to public schools and monopoly media in a disgusting, fascist polygamy of propaganda and brainwashing. I began to hate trans when it called me a bigot for questioning castration hormones for boys and induced menopause and mastectomy for girls, perverts in taxpayer-funded libraries, chest binders at Target, and the erasure of women’s sports. I don’t like sports nor have I ever liked them, and if I never saw or participated in another sports game for the rest of my life, it would not be too soon, but I hate seeing sports taken away from girls and women. These girls and women love sports and cannot have them because of male fetishes and insecurities. Give them back, and while you are at it, keep dudes out of the girl’s locker rooms and toilet stalls.

TRANS IS MUTILATION

Usually I don’t shout my headings like a Boomer or some doofus from Fifty Shades of Grey, but I feel it is warranted here. Hormones are the tip of the trans-mutilation iceberg. Whether they are for an F to M (female to male) or M to F (male to female) transexual, it is not a good idea to take regular doses of opposite sex hormones at any phase of life. It is especially damaging to take hormones as a child. I had a friend who accidentally tampered with her own hormonal balance by starving herself and replacing meals with diet shakes and pills during puberty. She seemingly screwed up everything: the development of breasts, digestion, and moods. She never experimented with drugs, including diet drugs. Kids who screw with the polarities of estrogen and testosterone with actual drugs blow up their entire hormonal ecosystems before they are built, trapping themselves in a paradox of aged babyhood and permanent sexlessness.

It’s just Pat

Back in the 80s, Saturday Night Live ran a particularly cruel skit called It’s Just Pat featuring Julia Sweeney as an androgynous person named Pat. Everyone around Pat tried to goad him/her into revealing his/her gender. Pat was an insipid, nasal, whiny, and mostly unfunny caricature of a human being. In that way typical of overweight, stocky adulthood, it was difficult to make out Pat’s feminizing or masculinizing features. For Sweeney, the skit appeared to be a humiliation ritual, throwing it in the actress’s face that she was only one bad haircut or some extra padding away from ugly, androgynous freakdom.

Hormones make the man or the woman, but they also regulate digestion, mood, water retention, muscle, and fat. If fertility were the only concern in hormonal manipulation, it would be a small one. Most people who become trans start out gay, and baby-making has never been a primary obsession among gays in any era except our own. The trouble with trans is that hormonal manipulation via shots and/or pills do not make a man into a woman or a woman into a man. They make either gender that takes them into Pats, androgynous and riding the middle in the worst sort of way.

Chopped

I recently uttered a single, flippant sentence in an essay that I wrote about plastic surgery about how M to F trans who opt for a colon graft end up with a second, stinky butthole they must dilate every day for the rest of their lives. There is nothing unprovable about what I said, it is plain fact. Some M to F trans have parts of their harvested lower colon implanted as a faux vagina. Because the lower colon has the function of eliminating waste in the form of stools, it continues to have that function if it is implanted in the perineum. My comment triggered a thousand liberal Karens who immediately broadcast my essay to the entire free world. I wept all the way to the bank.

Castrati, court eunuchs, and female genital mutilation

For those who think castrated males and “cut” females are a new phenomenon, please consult the annals of history or at least Google and educate yourself. Since the dawn of imperial courts, said courts have made a habit of altering boys and men by amputating their testicles and penises. Castrated men, also known as eunuchs, were put into the service of elite rulers who used them, often for the duration of their neutered lives.

The Italian castrati were pre-pubescent boys whose testicles were often removed or more commonly crushed to render them impotent. The boy’s voice remained beautiful and high throughout his manhood. They were the lucky ones.

Cutting off the testicles alone is far less painful and dangerous than chopping off both penis and balls. I have four male cats, all of whom are feline castrati. Though they do not mark their territory in the manner of unneutered male cats, they piss like champions. Their healthy urine streams strike the sides of and top of their covered litter boxes.

The court eunuchs of ancient China and old Byzantium were not so lucky. It was custom for thousands of years to remove both cock and balls in a single, harrowing procedure that fewer than half survived. Those who did survive often lived long lives, but the procedure that took their penis resulted in a lifetime of catheterization as the wounded penile stub was prone to closing.

As to why eunuchs were so popular in dynastic China and other places, it is quite obvious. Eunuchs were useful. In the golden cage of the harem, emasculated men served as guardians and petty dictators over bevies of scheming courtesans. Eunuchs knew how to exploit their liminal situations in ways that their 21st century equivalents have yet to grasp. The last surviving eunuch, Sung Yaoting, lived from 1902-1996. His own father performed his castration when he was only 8 years old.

For approximately 2000 years, Chinese court eunuchs were made into eunuchs as a matter of punishment. Full penis and testicular castration was a traditional punishment used to place men as high ranking civil servants and to assimilate them into the court. The “crimes” involved to merit the punishment of castration could be rape, rebellion, or merely being on the losing side of a war. Because eunuchs had a great deal of power, kids from poor families such as Sun Yaoting were often volunteered by their own families. Often, men older than the age of 14 were killed and those who were still young were castrated. The procedure, traditionally done in a chair with the legs spread and the organs chopped off with a sickle-shaped knife, routinely rendered men and boys incontinent for life if they were part of the 30 percent who survived. Self-administered catheters and diapers were and are the eunuch’s reality for the duration.

What about the girls?

Women have always been used and abused for their fertility, and that is why only eugenicists like Margaret Sanger desire to “help” certain races to stop reproducing. In cultures that openly hate women, girls, and femininity with zero qualms, female genital mutilation is the preferred method of ending a woman’s capacity to enjoy sexual pleasure. The advantage of FGM is that it wrecks any sense of fulfillment or power for the girl and future woman without destroying her potential as a baby factory. Ayaan Hirsi Ali, one of the few intelligent people ever to emerge from Somalia, describes her own mutilation around the age of five by her own trusted relatives. This surgery, if you can call it that, was performed on the kitchen table with a pair of scissors and sewn up tight on the spot so she had to pee through stitches. As you can imagine, this disfigurement has caused her a lifetime of pain and suffering.

You have to pee through that

The trouble with trans surgeries and hormones is that they mess with urinary and waste systems while attempting to exclusively target the reproductive organs. Whether the transition is M to F or F to M, bottom surgery involves the shortening or stretching of the urethra. Adolescents and children who have not been sexually abused do not have any concept of the predicament of an aging urinary tract. For a woman, the first time anything penetrates the vagina and leads to an orgasm often heralds the last time peeing is normal, painless, and easy. Because the two pieces of equipment are so close together, the urethra is regularly irritated and often infected with UTIs that emerge after sexual activity. The beginning of sexual activity is routinely accompanied by frequent urination, burning, and a funny smell to the urine even if both partners start out as disease-free virgins.

Almost all men who reach a certain age get prostate cancer. Only vegan men seem to be spared. My not-young, vegan husband pisses like a racehorse. He has 100 problems, but his prostate is not one. Unless you maintain a strict diet free of animal flesh and secretions and an herbal regimen of urinary tract supporting herbs for decades, you will probably end up in an adult diaper as an elderly person.

Trans hormones wreak havoc upon digestion, cognition, and mood. The trans seeking person hopes surgery will complete the process, allowing her or him to emerge from the surgical cocoon to become a beautiful butterfly. Instead, they emerge as Pats, neither male nor female.

The reason the post-op trans person is 17 times more likely to commit suicide is because trans bottom surgery is more brutal than what was done to Qing dynasty brothel boys. At least 1 in 6 trans victims end up with searing, chronic pain that will haunt them until they die. In the creation of a faux vagina, vulva, and clitoris, the penile shaft is either inverted and stuffed inside the perineum or the afformentioned section of the lower intestine is crafted into a “vagina” and stuffed into the same area. The root of the penis is impossible to remove without killing the customer patient, and the castrated male is left with erectile tissue in the stump of his amputation. The stump has a manufactured wound-hole behind it along with reconstructed lumps of flesh as labia to cover the amputation. Unlike the Chinese court eunuch, he is condemned to dilating or re-opening his faux-vaginal wound every day for the rest of his life, lest the wound close and become septic. His shortened urethra is a recipe for permanent UTIs and premature incontinence. There is a high likelihood he will never orgasm again after surgery due to both his hormonal treatments (the same hormones are given to male sex offenders to make them impotent) and the painful, dysfunctional state of his amputated penis.

For F to M transitioning women, the process and results are even more ghastly and hideous. A woman or girl who goes through the F to M grist mill must harvest skin from another body part to form the sleeve or shaft of her future frankenpenis. The skin taken from her forearm (preferred), thigh, or back leaves a permanent track of shriveled, reddened burn that never heals, the searing brand of the surgeon who finances his next tropical vacation on the insurance payout. The urethra is stretched through the phallus, blithely casting aside its intended function purely for the sake of aesthetics. (Gee, when have we seen women subject themselves to bizarre and outlandish tortures and permanent damage in order to look a certain way before? That never happens) The frankendick will only work to function as a dildo with a pumping device. My research hinted at something referred to as “donor testicles”, and I am going to guess that means testicles are being harvested from nearly dead, male ICU patients who made the mistake of checking the Organ Donor box on their driver’s licenses.

A metioplasty involves cutting the clitoris (female genital mutilation) to unmoor it from its surrounding skin so it can stand at attention and function as a micropenis. Fake silicone testicles are added with more harvested skin. The result is the exact sort of “penis” that most straight women purport to hate and loathe, especially if said micropenis is attached to a gender neutral, Pat with a balding pate and a pot belly. Pat with a micropenis does not appeal to anyone, gay or straight. It’s almost as if lesbians prefer to be with other women.

TRANS IS ABUSE

Gays had a short moment in the 1990s when things were looking up. They were not yet free to marry, but they had gained a great deal of respect and clout in our civilization. The 1990s and early 200s showed us that gay is not that big of a deal and that anyone with a puerile interest in what consenting, mature adults do in the bedroom should probably seek help. Big Pharma had not yet cannibalized the populace to the point where it needed to use lesbian and gay children as cannon fodder in its never-ending war against the human race. Right around the time Big Pharma mated with government to create the Covid scare, we got the trans movement and the funneling of children into the medical system via subterfuge such as preferred pronouns and on-the-sly gender counseling. Fascism is the alliance of governments and corporations to create a de facto rule of law. Trans fascism was all the rage from 2016- 2023 until Dylan Mulvaney served as the straw to break the camel’s back by tanking Budweiser’s market share. Fascists cannot fascist if they cannot turn a profit, and Budweiser learned the hard way that its demographic of good old boys and sportsball bros were just as happy to drink Modelo and Miller. The name is irrelevant — it all tastes like carbonated gerbil piss, so why buy the one being hawked by the freak in womanface acting out a minstrel show of Venus flytrap femininity?

Men, as it turns out, try to become women in order to punish them. They have daddy issues galore but it is their mothers who drive them truly nuts. To punish women, they invade their private spaces and steal their trophies. Thanks to the trans movement, the physical superiority of men is now glaringly obvious in a way that was unclear in my Generation X. The strongest female athlete will always be beaten handily. If the point of sports is victory, there is no point to female sports. A group of amateur teenage boys beat the US Women’s Soccer Team, with the women scoring only one point in the entire game. They did this more than once. Switzerland Women’s National Team (it’s called football over there) went up against a group of boys, none of whom was over the age of 15. The women had their asses handed to them. Serena Williams, who is currently shilling her newly-emaciated Ozempic body, once boasted she could beat any male tennis player ranked outside the top 200. She was trounced by Karsten Braasch, who ranked 203rd and whose training “regimen” involved beer and cigarettes, beat both Serena and her sister, Venus, when both were at their physical peak in 1998.

Clearly the best sportswomen in the world are no match for a random, untrained teenager with a cock and balls. They are having their faces rubbed in their physical shortcomings, and though I should feel a grim satisfaction watching all the female jocks who ostracized and mocked me for sucking at sports when I was young, I don’t. They are getting their comeuppance and a taste of their own bitter medicine. Like me, they will never be good at sports. Not really. A man will always do a better job even if they train their entire lives. But just as I play piano and do not qualify or come even close to being the world’s greatest pianist, it does not mean I should give up playing or be mocked because I am not as good of a pianist as someone else. Women should continue being active in sports. Biological men and boys should be kept out of women’s sports so women can win fair victories against other women and gauge their own improvement on a fair grading curve.

F to M transitioners often come from abusive backgrounds. Many have been sexually assaulted and/or raped. They seek transition in order to avoid feeling vulnerable. This certainly seems true of the person formerly known as Ellen Page, who was passed around in the Hollywood System and now passively victimizes others by broadcasting her own brand of false transcendence. Sadly, the abused become abusers at a prolific rate, especially when abuse is of a sexual nature.

TRANS IS PERVERSION

The goal of transitioning is to run away from the weight of age and maturity or anything that looks remotely like it. The person formerly known as Ellen Page has no plans on aging into a bearded, wizened, beer-gutted fellow; no, Page wants to be the miniature version of her own imaginary biological son for the remainder of this articulation. She wants to be a boy, not a man. The man known as Rachel Levine would not dare to cut his hair short — to do so would prevent him from gaslighting the general public into calling him ma’am. Dude does not even look like a lady, and short hair would be far too honest, especially for an obese ex-Secretary of Health. Dylan Mulvaney said it himself: he wants girlhood for himself, not womanhood.

In the 1988 horror film Silence of the Lambs, there is an ostensible M to F trans character who captures, fattens and slaughters larger women with the goal of making their hides into a skin suit that he can wear while prancing about in front of a full-length mirror. Though the real serial killers Buffalo Bill was based upon — Ed Gein, Gary Heidnik, and Ted Bundy — were not autogynephiliacs (males who experience a sexual thrill from viewing themselves as females) but the Buffalo Bill character was depicted as tucking his equipment under crossed legs, enchanted by his own reflection.

The Buffalo Bill character was frightening because men who wear femininity as a costume are scary. A man who sees his XY chromosomal status as a cursed will always be perceived as wanting what he cannot have. To become a woman, he may exact revenge on women, killing them so that he can wear their skin.

Trans is an act of vengeance upon the polarities that make us whole. Being gay is reframed as such an extreme perversion, it must be erased so the formerly gay transperson can become technically “straight” in order to do traditional, penetrative sex. The gay woman has herself genitally mutilated show she can grow a penis out of her defective crotch and mate with other women as a man would. The gay man is castrated and wounded so he can become the quasi-feminine receptacle for another man’s sperm. I don’t know why anyone gets off on this but it is apparent there are entire autogynephiliac armies waiting to groom future autistic gay kids so they can join the ranks of the mutilated.

Rapists are still rapists even if they are autogynephilic men who have their junk amputated. Those who were straight and who raped or wanted to rape women to begin with found themselves in an ideal position from 2016-2023. The point of transitioning for many men was part sissy humiliation ritual and part espionage to see how the other half lives. There are straight men who seek a trans disguise to predate on lesbians, the final frontier for the dedicated misogynists. Losers who fail at being men must co-opt women’s causes and invade their private rooms. They depend upon cultural niceness mandates to defend them from the retaliation they deserve. They hate women and yet they want them and want to be them. Like Ed Gein, the serial killer who inspired Norman Bates of Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho, they hate and love their mommies in equal measure. They are not above terrorizing the fairer sex in order to satisfy their urges.

To the keyboard warriors at the ready whose fragile, broken minds are boiling over with verbal barbs and accusations of transphobia right now — go outside and touch grass. I am a rando on the internet. I do not think about you at all. Also, if you have read this far without trying to comment yet, you will soon find out that you are not allowed to comment on this essay without signing in. As I have said in the past, I am going to die without being bought. You cannot scare me and you cannot buy me off, so go away.

What I do want is to spread the message that mass acceptance of trans nonsense is over. We are done. We are now coming into a time where dangerous medical procedures of any sort will be questioned and investigated. The enlightenment is here. Allopathic medicine is fascism. Their unholy coupling with Big Government and corporate media in order to push the trans machine has been exposed.

Just a reminder that I will be taking my usual short, seasonal break from writing essays from December 19 - January 5 to rest and refresh the well of inspiration. I have put this blog's comments section to Dreamwidth Registered Users only for this moment and I will most likely turn on this same setting over my break. Thanks for understanding.