In the light of the hypothesis that some autism spectrum disorders are expressions of an extreme male brain, it has struck me as a little ironic that boys suspected of being on the spectrum seem (at least anecdotally) to account for a non-negligible proportion of boys uninterested in (neurotypical-boy-targeted) action man dolls.
As I have said before, I hated dolls when I was a child. Eventually, I was persuaded to play with them – but I still only accepted life-like action figures. Fortunately, ‘trans’ wasn’t a ‘thing’ back then; and your good self, Ophelia, and the company here and on Facebook, convinced me that I had been misled about it being a genuine ‘thing’ when I was old enough to know better.
Amusingly, just shy of my sixty-seventh birthday, something wholly unexpected has occurred. I was rolling through a big supermarket on my recent trip to the UK, glancing at this and that, as one does, when my husband asked me “Did you see the Barbies? I responded “Of course I didn’t. I loathe Barbies; they are completely invisible to me.”
He replied “Well, I’ve found some Barbies which are invisible to everyone!” and guided me back to the horrible pink section, where – conveniently at my eye-level – there was an entire shelf filled with little half-sized Barbie dolls in wheelchairs.
After I stopped laughing, he persuaded me to let him buy me my first Barbie, and she now sits in all her pink-and-purple glory on the dashboard of the van. Of course, I gave her a tailless ginger cat (like mine) to hold on her lap, and a Halloween bat for a hat; can’t be having a conventional doll, can I?
From the Cass review and various whistleblowers, we can be pretty sure that the castrations are a punishment for the crime of being a little boy who displays all the behaviours associated with a high likelihood of becoming a gay man after puberty. As has been announced in the Westminster parliament, the Tavistock clinic, who were brought little gender-nonconforming children by their panicking homophobic parents, and egged on by the homophobic sociopaths of Mermaids and Stonewall, were openly ‘transing the gay away’.
My siblings and I, and our children, and my grandchildren, were allowed to play with whatever toys we wished. As the meme says, if the toy isn’t for the genitals, it’s for both boys and girls; if it IS for the genitals, it’s not for either. Yet, so far, not one of the boys who played with ‘girl toys’ – not even the one who displayed all the other signs of being a proto-gay – has turned out to be anything other than straight, after having gone through a normal adolescence.
If Suzie Green hadn’t been so afraid of her son possibly growing up to be gay, he could now be a healthy young man, both physically and mentally. Possibly gay, probably straight (as most men are) but in either case, intact and cognitively mature. Instead, he’s mutilated and brainwashed. Even worse, his evil mother took over and changed Mermaids, which used to reassure parents that gender confusion was almost inevitably solved by going through puberty, and turned it into a cult organisation, ensuring that many more parents would ensure that their poor gender-nonconforming kids (disproportionately same-sex attracted and/or autistic) went through the same process as her son, retroactively justifying her otherwise unjustified manipulative behaviour.
At this point in time, I’m amazed that so many same-sex attracted people still support the parasitic attachment of the T and all the other alphabetti spaghetti to the LGB.
If you’d told me twenty years ago that Anglo-American progressives would be cheering on organisations – Mermaids and the Trevor Project – that campaigns for the drugging and surgical alteration of gay and disabled children, I wouldn’t have belieived you. Yet here we are.
Also, it makes me really angry that the “T Lobby” campaign for so-called “conversion therapy” laws that would make it impossible to protect children from ghouls like Susie Green. As if Jackie Green wasn’t a victim of conversion therapy on a massive scale!
In the light of the hypothesis that some autism spectrum disorders are expressions of an extreme male brain, it has struck me as a little ironic that boys suspected of being on the spectrum seem (at least anecdotally) to account for a non-negligible proportion of boys uninterested in (neurotypical-boy-targeted) action man dolls.
As I have said before, I hated dolls when I was a child. Eventually, I was persuaded to play with them – but I still only accepted life-like action figures. Fortunately, ‘trans’ wasn’t a ‘thing’ back then; and your good self, Ophelia, and the company here and on Facebook, convinced me that I had been misled about it being a genuine ‘thing’ when I was old enough to know better.
Amusingly, just shy of my sixty-seventh birthday, something wholly unexpected has occurred. I was rolling through a big supermarket on my recent trip to the UK, glancing at this and that, as one does, when my husband asked me “Did you see the Barbies? I responded “Of course I didn’t. I loathe Barbies; they are completely invisible to me.”
He replied “Well, I’ve found some Barbies which are invisible to everyone!” and guided me back to the horrible pink section, where – conveniently at my eye-level – there was an entire shelf filled with little half-sized Barbie dolls in wheelchairs.
After I stopped laughing, he persuaded me to let him buy me my first Barbie, and she now sits in all her pink-and-purple glory on the dashboard of the van. Of course, I gave her a tailless ginger cat (like mine) to hold on her lap, and a Halloween bat for a hat; can’t be having a conventional doll, can I?
This is the doll I have (sorry, doesn’t have the cat or the bat hat):
https://www.amazon.com/Barbie-Chelsea-Wheelchair-Sunglasses-Sticker/dp/B09NLDFPVK/
From the Cass review and various whistleblowers, we can be pretty sure that the castrations are a punishment for the crime of being a little boy who displays all the behaviours associated with a high likelihood of becoming a gay man after puberty. As has been announced in the Westminster parliament, the Tavistock clinic, who were brought little gender-nonconforming children by their panicking homophobic parents, and egged on by the homophobic sociopaths of Mermaids and Stonewall, were openly ‘transing the gay away’.
My siblings and I, and our children, and my grandchildren, were allowed to play with whatever toys we wished. As the meme says, if the toy isn’t for the genitals, it’s for both boys and girls; if it IS for the genitals, it’s not for either. Yet, so far, not one of the boys who played with ‘girl toys’ – not even the one who displayed all the other signs of being a proto-gay – has turned out to be anything other than straight, after having gone through a normal adolescence.
If Suzie Green hadn’t been so afraid of her son possibly growing up to be gay, he could now be a healthy young man, both physically and mentally. Possibly gay, probably straight (as most men are) but in either case, intact and cognitively mature. Instead, he’s mutilated and brainwashed. Even worse, his evil mother took over and changed Mermaids, which used to reassure parents that gender confusion was almost inevitably solved by going through puberty, and turned it into a cult organisation, ensuring that many more parents would ensure that their poor gender-nonconforming kids (disproportionately same-sex attracted and/or autistic) went through the same process as her son, retroactively justifying her otherwise unjustified manipulative behaviour.
At this point in time, I’m amazed that so many same-sex attracted people still support the parasitic attachment of the T and all the other alphabetti spaghetti to the LGB.
tigger_the_wing :
If you’d told me twenty years ago that Anglo-American progressives would be cheering on organisations – Mermaids and the Trevor Project – that campaigns for the drugging and surgical alteration of gay and disabled children, I wouldn’t have belieived you. Yet here we are.
Also, it makes me really angry that the “T Lobby” campaign for so-called “conversion therapy” laws that would make it impossible to protect children from ghouls like Susie Green. As if Jackie Green wasn’t a victim of conversion therapy on a massive scale!
Jeez, that’s a point. We should say that more often.
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