97+ thousand followers, 4 hours since posting, 1 like. Lmao.
So let's hear it people; how would you define adult, human and female? (While we're all pretending to be children who don't understand the most basic of basic common sense.)
1. An adult is someone who has reached the age of maturity, which is the age at which they are legally recognized as an adult in their country or state - this age varies from country to country and may range from 18 to 21 years old.
2. A human is a member of the species Homo sapiens, which is characterized by its bipedalism, complex brain development and sophisticated use of tools and language. Humans are part of the family Hominidae, which also includes primates such as chimpanzees, gorillas & orangutans.
I see people trying to blame the shooters actions on testosterone.
I took testosterone for 5 years, and never once did I consider hurting little kids. The vast majority of trans men don't.
The shooter didn't commit that evil act because of testosterone. It's bigger than that.
I'm not saying testosterone doesn't have an effect. It does - I was angry and aggressive on it - but it doesn't make you commit mass murder.
Ideology, more than HRT, is to blame here. Trans ideology teaches "they want to wipe you out, fight back."
That's the battle here.
You need to understand what young, vulnerable people are being force-fed Every. Single. Day. Online.
"The cis hate you. They're coming for your rights. They want to genocide us. You can't trust your family, we're your family now. We're oppressed victims and people want us dead."
I just asked ChatGBT to write a rap battle between JK Rowling and Nicola Sturgeon and I'm absoulutly howling - you guys have to see this shit!
Imcomming:
Nicola Sturgeon:
I'm Nicola Sturgeon, leading Scotland to the top,
Fighting for equality, and never gonna stop.
You may have a wand, but I've got the power,
To lead this nation, every single hour.
JK Rowling:
I'm JK Rowling, and my words are a spell,
Your political agenda, well, it's easy to smell.
You may have the title, but I've got the fame,
My words are like magic, it's time to play the game.
My friends, I want to speak to you today about something very close to my heart, my belated contribution to #detransawarenessday
That is, the journey of those who have experienced transition regret and chosen to detransition. I hope it brings some comfort to you all.
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The pain of feeling trapped in a body that does not feel like your own is something that only those who have experienced it can truly understand. And yet, for many of us, the path of transition does not bring the relief and happiness that we so desperately crave.
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To those who have had the courage to step back from transition and reclaim their identity, I want you to know that you are not alone. Your bravery and resilience in the face of such adversity is truly remarkable, and you have my utmost respect and admiration. Be proud.
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This month marks 3 years of me being open about my detransition on here. Let me tell you how that's went.
At first TRAs and their allies just completely refused to acknowledge detransition. I was called a liar, fake, shill and (funniest of all) a right-wing Christian sock.
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In my naivety, I posted photos of my testosterone and double mastectomy scars – thinking it would right the wrong. Prove a point.
I was mocked relentlessly and threatened – called a freak who should kill themselves. Over and over again. That's when the threats started.
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2021 rolled around and by then, it was nearly impossible to ignore the growing number of detransitioners. The TRA narrative had moved on from “detransitioners don't exist” to “detransitioners exist, but they're *so rare* that we shouldn't care.”
I have fought long and hard within myself to overcome my transition regret. It has been over 4 years since I realised transition was a mistake, and it has been been 3 years since I detransitioned.
It has gotten easier. I have managed to build such a large and -
understanding support network who have rallied around me time and time again. When I tried to drink myself to death, the stopped me.
I am still here, only due to the kindness and compassion of all of you.
While it has gotten easier with time, it has never become *easy*.
The physical and psychological toll of transition and regret is great. Too great, sometimes.
Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite. I put on a strong face to support other, younger, detransitioners but I'm not strong. I'm hanging on by the skin of my teeth.