Years ago little girls who wanted to be boys were called tomboys. Some grew up to be lesbians and some grew up to be beautiful women with great families.
He went to Parris Island a year after I did.
My favourite line from the show.
Batman and criminal moll are waiting together at a deserted subway station.
Moll: Batman could you get me a chocolate bar from that vending machine?
Batman: Chocolate? Actually some fruit would be healthier.
There are well-traveled websites where transsexuals express their regrets at transitioning, the broken family ties, the horrors of surgeries gone wrong, the ravages of continual hormone treatments, and their attempts to return to normal. Doing this to children is downright evil.
Tnis is why these people need effective therapy.
They are mentally ill. They are exploited by people with agendas pushing this mental illness as normal.
We need to go after the people pushing this crap. And encouraging it. And making money off of enabling the mentally ill.
I’m so glad I didn’t grow up during this time. I was a tom boy growing up and my mother was nuts.
Lyrics from “Are You a Boy or are You a Girl?”
You’re either a girl or you come from Liverpool
(Yeah, Liverpool)
You can dog like a female monkey, but you swim like a stone
(Yeah, a rolling stone)
You may be a boy (Hey) you look like a girl
Hey!
Children are incredibly curious, and if they hear something they’re not familiar with, they will ask questions and then repeat the answers as if they are tiny experts. These teachers should NOT be answering these questions - that’s for parents.
These people in these schools are insane, and they’re doing all of this for themselves; it’s not for the kids. They feel good about themselves when kids go, “Wow, you’re WHAT?”, “What’s that?” They want the attention, and they can’t get it from adults, so they get it from kids.
I was an incredible tomboy when I was a kid, and while I thought that life would have been easier as a boy (especially when I started menstruating), I would never have declared myself male. I knew how ridiculous that would be. That said, it terrifies me that so many teens now are so willing to do something so obviously dangerous. What happened to rebellion and punk?
I couldn’t make my own medical decisions when it came to my impending kidney failure and related care, but kids can choose to lop their bits off? That’s so fvcked.
Oops.
I was a tomboy, back in the 50’s. I LOVED doing sports and there simply weren’t ANY sports available for girls. My dad, an assistant Little League coach for my older brother’s team, told my brother ‘if you don’t start hitting better, I’m going to put your sister in to pinch hit for you!’. My brother starting hitting better.
I eschewed dolls to take apart things like my gumball machine. I played field hockey on my high school class’s team. I also grew up, went into the Sciences, married and had a family.
Little girls should be encouraged to do what they want, but not bullied into thinking they were born into the ‘wrong gender’. This ‘culture’ is destroying our children. And they are doing it happily.
They’re not allowed to go back, are they? That would be “conversion therapy” or something.
I’m wondering if there is a pattern emerging where some of us had a lot of brothers or cousins or neighborhood friends who were boys and their zest for life marked those of us who were girls. It’s not that I didn’t want to be a girl, but guys were always up for adventures and that was always fun. We used to pretend we (my younger siblings and I) were Lewis and Clark and we’d follow a creek, picking up crawdads and identifying flora, and just getting wet and muddy. Summers were a blast. I still have a remnant of that girl in me.
I love being a woman although puberty was a pain. I think puberty is hard on both sexes and these young kids are being pushed into believing that their feelings of embarrassment or clumsiness, or whatever they are feeling means they aren’t supposed to be a boy or a girl and the perverts on this planet (and Satan) use that to push them into declaring something that cannot happen. Just my two cents.
When I was a little chitlin, I self-identified as Alvin the chipmunk. My family had to call me Alvin or else I wouldn’t answer them