It was an idyllic childhood for me, and I can't imagine the plain, good folks that I knew back then would tolerate such depravity...
...but things change, I suppose...I was gone when the Honda plant moved in, my dad worked for Scott seed co.
Sad to think of, really. I hope you can marshal enough opposition to this perverted stuff.
(assuming you are in the area - I'd love to read about it if you had a profile...)
A persuasive Dr. Seuss poem explaining why a “transwoman” is a man
I see your hair, it is a wig.
Your Adam’s Apple still looks big.
You are a man that is clear.
I do not see a woman here.
I must admit, it’s rather odd
To hear you say you’re now a broad.
You have no uterus, so no:
You cannot bleed from down below.
I do not like your padded bra!
You should not use the women’s spa!
You tell me you had surgery;
Your pronouns still are “him” and “he.”
Your chromosomes are X and Y.
That means you’ll always be a guy.
You gave yourself a girly name.
That does not mean you’re now a dame.
A surgeon chopped your eggs and ham?
I still won’t call you Ma’am I Am.