God bless my Mother, she was a good person, and the doctors back then didn't mention genital mutilation.
I’m sorry about that, Biff.
I wanted to be a cockatoo and have little eggs that would hatch cockatoo chicks.
So when my kid was around four years old, knowing she just had to be a cockatoo trapped in a human body, I took her to the roof and said just fly.....
I’m certain that many male children have been aborted for this reason. Consider yourself lucky.
Most, if not all, of the parents trying to trans their kids are mentally ill. Their children need to be taken from them. The fact that so many people disagree with this shows how F’ed-up our country has become.
My deceased younger gay brother got the most of the *wrong* attention from our mother. I don’t know if he was born gay, but the reality is he never had a chance of being a normal hetero. My older brother and I somehow escaped most of the weird sh1t and only had to deal with the emotional violence, alcoholism and bipolar stuff.
Either way, I credit my mother with much of his psychological problems.
I tend to forget that a lack of fathers are a cause of many problems. It’s an problem that I have no idea to change other than keeping my children in line. (So far, so go) They can silently serve examples to their peers.
That's why it's important to have a father figure in a family.
FR gets weirder by the day.
Many young boys at the turn of the 20th century were treated as girls until they were about 3. Some later.
Interesting that Islam removes a boy from mothers care at 7
This is a common recipe for homosexuality.
The person had a Mentally ill mother. Sounds like my ex...
First and foremost...I would do or say nothing that would ruin this young man’s life. It was not his fault his mother was mentally ill. It was not his fault he lived as a girl for seven years. He deserves absolutely no “ruination” because of this.
Secondly, he’s been hurt enough. The pain this guy has suffered from this trauma has to be immense. He’s lost so much...including a mother that should’ve properly loved and cared for him.
Third, if he needed help in defending himself...I would’ve been glad to help.
Powerhouse rock and roll band “The Who” covered this in a song back in the 1960s.
One girl was called Jean Marie
Another little girl was called Felicity
Another little girl was Sally Joy
The other was me, and I’m a boy
My name is Bill, and I’m a head case
They practice making up on my face
Yeah, I feel lucky if I get trousers to wear
Spend evenings taking hairpins from my hair
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But my ma won’t admit it
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
Put your frock on, Jean Marie
Plait your hair, Felicity
Paint your nails, little Sally Joy
Put this wig on, little boy
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But my ma won’t admit it
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
Wanna play cricket on the green
Ride my bike across the street
Cut myself and see my blood
Wanna come home all covered in mud
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But my ma won’t admit it
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFNMQzChhZ4&list=RDdFNMQzChhZ4&start_radio=1
The difference now is all ruling class institutions are also insane.
Our nephew, who is now a vile, miserable homosexual adult, came to our house to play with our son when they were about four. He wasn’t in our house five minutes and for some reason, he girly slapped our son. I knew right then his destiny. His equally nasty, vile mother, my sister in law, loved to announce that he had far more girl friends than boys because they had dolls, tiny kitchens, etc.