Guest post: Has the age of castrati returned?
Originally a comment by Papito on The child deals with life by wearing pink and flowers.
The kids with dysphoria or gender confusion almost always grew up to be homosexual adults, not transsexual adults. Transsexual adult males usually weren’t dysphoric when they were kids….
I think they were all gender dysphoric as kids in a retrospective sense. You know, like all of a sudden, as adults, they discovered that they were always gender dysphoric and that’s what their problem was. But you’re right. All of the guys I know who transitioned were nebbishes who weren’t the least bit feminine before transition. Meanwhile, I knew other guys who were seriously swishy as kids and they mostly turned out gay. The idea that someone wants to intervene with these boys and recruit them into this trans cult and castrate them is nothing short of horrifying to me.
It’s not enough to shut down all the lesbian bars and force adult lesbians out of their own spaces. It’s not enough to screw up women’s sports, and try to get rapists into women’s prisons. They have to meddle with the kids. All those little teenage butches being convinced to mutilate themselves, destroy their voices, destroy their health. All those femme boys being sold a fantasy bill of goods. This magic bean will make you into a woman. No, no it won’t. It will only make you into a eunuch. Has the age of castrati returned?
I’m an ecumenical sort of guy. I’m fine with letting all the kinks have their place to play. I’ll even call some bony geek in a skirt “miss” if it makes him happy. But this TRA crap makes everybody else’s life worse. I’m not a lesbian. I’m not a gay man. I’m not a child. I’m not one of the people whose life is most directly threatened by TRA nonsense. But it makes life harder for parents, which I am, and it makes life harder too for people who just don’t want to play the gender game as hard as others seem to. I find it pretentious and twee to refer to oneself as “gender non-conforming,” but I have always looked forward to a future of loosening gender role strictures, where fewer and fewer people care that women are supposed to do or be X, and men are supposed to do or be Y, and this TRA crap is a giant step back from that.
I think a lot of Trans Rights supporters are unaware that puberty blockers entail castration. No, they alone won’t make the child infertile, but if followed by cross-sex hormones they will. And how many kids who take the cancer-drug puberty blockers end up going on to cross-sex hormones? 100%.
And yet they keep insisting puberty blockers are 100% reversible.
The ones who recognize and accept that usually say “it’s better than suicide.” They say that over and over, and somehow the kids all know it, too. The alternative is suicide.” Give them to me or I’ll kill myself.” And “I don’t want children someday.”
Great post.
Once upon a time (not that long ago), feminists were the gender-nonconforming ones, to the point of almost being a cliche. We were criticized for refusing to wear makeup or shave our armpits or some other ludicrous standard of being a woman.
Girls who wanted to climb trees or play with toy cars and Lego Technic or pretend to be a Ghostbuster were told that it wasn’t feminine. I was constantly bugged to sit with my legs together, even when wearing jeans and it drove me crazy when my grandparents would buy me a dress every Christmas despite knowing I hated them. I was a “tomboy”, which basically means…gender-nonconforming!
And I still don’t get how if you or I say that we don’t feel like a woman but just ourselves, a person, then we’re TERFs, but if someone says they’re nonbinary, somehow that magical word means… they don’t feel like a woman or a man but just themselves and can pick and choose from societal norms of men and women.
The trans-rights movement is pushing me into a societal definition of a woman and it’s pissing me off. Somehow this is my “cis privilege”, to have what I feel I am inside defined by someone else.
I still remember clearly, shortly before I left Canada, a breathtaking encounter from one of my colleagues. He is a very intelligent guy working in a complicated profession, a thoughtful and caring and compassionate man who sees himself, rightly, as someone who wants people to be able to live their own lives. And he repeated to me, verbatim, the claim that puberty blockers had no unintended consequences and that the intended consequences lasted exactly as long as these drugs were taken, and no longer.
He repeated this to me because he heard it on a podcast, and because he wants to be a progressive and supportive ‘ally’. And that kept him from thinking very hard that these claims would make puberty blockers (that is, hormones administered to children specifically to interrupt their physiological development at precisely the time in their adolescence when their physiology needs to critically change) unique in the history of pharmacology in having no side-effects and precisely-controllable primary effects.
It is baffling how supposedly-thoughtful, supposedly-reasonable people can just *not think* about these things, and it’s disheartening how many young (and not-so-young) people are becoming dogmatic radicals, which can only drive the more milquetoast progressives further down the road to psychosis.