Grandy narky
This fool should be a dictionary entry for narcissism. “So whenever someone looks at me, and they can’t tell what I was born as – [thumb up] – that’s perfect to me.”
Perfection to this fool is strangers looking at xir and not being able to tell what xir “was born as.” Not a fiery sunset, or a walk in the forest, or making a baby laugh, or helping someone, or learning something, or laughing xirself breathless – but causing a stranger to pay xir extra attention.
What a pathetic, witless, empty, futile, claustrophobic form of “perfection.”
As a teacher, I found that sort of thing to wash over me when a student would ask just the right question, showing they understood, and were able to relate the information to things they learned two weeks before. Being asked about sperm physiognomy in the check-out line of the grocery store because the checker was a student of mine, and is the only one who spotted the anomaly…absolute heaven. And my husband and the sacker shaking their heads as they heard me give a mini lecture on the structure of sperm to my confused student…just made it better. (My husband, and the sacker, actually enjoyed the moment).
Even better was the time I took students on a field trip, and a young man who had never been out of the DFW area was racing around looking at all the streams and trees and the gecko he found…that was a moment for a teacher to swell with pride.
For any teacher to think it’s so great for students to be confused about her sex? That’s just fucked up.
This person believes two impossible things before breakfast; one, that she is no longer the sex she were born, and two, that she is now neither sex. Just four more things and she can be Queen of Hearts!
“I enjoy the confusion…”
“I enjoy people not being able to tell what I was born as…”
“They are confused, but not because of what I look like…”
“Yes, kids are confused; yes, I enjoy it; do I want them to be confused about who I am? No.”
Make up your mind. Do you like them to be confused, or not? Do you want them to be confused, or not? Does your “presentation” confuse them, or not?
And no, it isn’t about “who you are”. They know exactly who you are, they refer to you by name, the know you are their current or former teacher, that you’ve worked there for years. They are confused about your sex.
I suspect she’s only restricted from talking about trans ideology; if she were simply a gender-nonconforming woman, I doubt the school would have prohibited her from saying “Yes, I’m a woman, as I’ve always been, but you knew that. I’m just dressing differently these days.” Just a guess.