Doc... uh... that thing you cut off...
Did you perhaps keep it in a jar or somethin... cuz... I think I want it back.
Mr. Limbaugh is going to have a field day with this article tomorrow.
Now we have (usually homosexual) parents convincing kids to be transgender, some on hormone therapy before they even reach their teens. I bet they refuse to let these kids change their minds.
It is sickening.
Mrs. Garrison: Hello doctor, looks like I need an abortion. [sits on the chair and puts his feet on the stirrups]
Doctor: ...an abortion?
Mrs. Garrison: Yeah, I’ve got one growing inside me. Now, are you gonna scramble its brains or just vacuum it out? [a nurse arrives and her jaw drops] ...If you want you can just scramble it and I’ll queef it out myself.
Doctor: Mmister Garrison-
Mrs. Garrison: [correcting him] Mrs. Garrison.
Doctor: Mmrs. Garrison, you can’t have an abortion.
Mrs. Garrison: Don’t you tell me what I can and can’t do with my body! [gets up, goes to the nurse, and hugs her] A woman has a right to choose!
Doctor: No, I mean you’re physically unable to have an abortion, because you can’t get pregnant.
Mrs. Garrison: But I missed my period.
Doctor: You can’t have periods either. [Mrs. Garrison looks surprised] You had a sex change, Mr. Garrison, but you don’t have ovaries or a womb. You don’t produce eggs.
Mrs. Garrison: [sits down] You mean, I’ll never know what it feels like to have a baby growing inside me and then scramble its brains and vacuum it out?
Doctor: N-that’s right.
Mrs. Garrison: But I paid five thousand dollars to be a woman. This would mean I I’m not really a woman. Ih, I’m just a... a I’m just a guy with a mutilated penis!
Doctor: Basically, yes.
Mrs. Garrison: ...Oh boy, do I feel like a jackass.
It is tragic, but not surprising. Study after study shows that changes in people’s condition do not have a long-term impact on their happiness. No reason to think a sex change operation works any differently.
If you can’t accept the body you were born with, what are the odds you’re going to be comfortable in a new one?
Why did this guy shut up? What does he have left to lose? Go back at them monkeystyle. And never, ever give up. Fight to regain your integrity and your manhood, figuratively if not surgically. And I’m not cracking wise saying that. I’m serious.
People are held back by fear of losing their material things. Material things can be replaced. Do what’s right.
Mutilation was never the answer for a mental illness.
True story conversation with the 3 year old granddaughter from last Friday:
“Why does Grandpa need to get a new hip? Did he break the old one?”, she asked.
“No, it is just kind of worn out and hurting him. Remember how Nana got a new shoulder, and Papa got a new knee? And before you were born, Daddy got new bones in his neck after a car accident,” I replied.
“Oh”, she said, “so it is just body parts, right?”
Maybe she should talk to the guy who is wishing he had his part back.
If you are XY then you’re a guy!
I think that to ask such a question might have been an illegal act.
Dayum.
Yes, it is sad that people are being taken advantage of.
Freak experiments with most all resulting in long term therapies, damage.
Worked with a fellow who became a “woman.” Nice fellow. Was never happy. Committed suicide within a year of the surgery.
Biology is biology.
Anything after that is imagination.
AEROSMITH
“One Way Street”
hey look on yonder, what’s that I see
well that old bogus honey coming after me
I thought you told her I was out of town
I wonder how she knowed I was hangin’ around
say, listen babe, don’t go wastin’ your time
you keep on comin’ round you’ll hear the same old line
you got a thousand boys, you say you need ‘em
you take what’s good for you and I’ll take my freedom
‘cause lately it’s been so hard now to make ends meet
and honey, your head’s a one way street
and I gotta go the other way
I thought I knew her, my cagey lady
how could my sunshine be so damn shady
she’ll say she love to talk a conversation
but I’m the one that makes my situation
this one way city, that I thought I knew
it’s such a pity honey, that’s it for you
there’s nothin’ over here I never showed ya
I made it pretty clear I’m glad to know ya
you know your brother Spike, he’s on the level
but you always lookin’ like you’re mad at the devil
don’t say I cop a ‘tude, it’s all forgotten
it’s just you’re much too rude, your fruits are rotten *
you know I work so hard to keep it alive
now all I hear from you is nothin’ but jive
lately it’s been so hard now to make ends meet
and honey, your head’s a one way street
and I really been feelin’ like I could be movin’ on *
your head’s like a one way street
when you’re foolin’ everybody you meet
your head’s like a one way street
you got to get yourself back on your feet
I can honestly say I’ve never, ever regretted having my penis.
I have only regretted that it is not more prominent.
My female cousin (x)was raised in a home where her father didn’t care. Her mom was attentive in her younger years. But then she and my uncle divorced. She became obsessed with a prisoner that she later married. So when x was a teen girl with all the needs that come at that age mom and dad were absent.
When x talked to me she was always focused on the giblets in HS and the preferred
status they enjoyed. PDAs were not allowed f
or straight kids but administration looked the
other way for gays. So one day not long after x
turned 18, she got in her car drove 1200 miles
to Miami and found a dr who would remove herbreasts no questions asked. Once that was
done it was easy to complete the
transformation.
No dr that knew any part of her story should have done anything other than to send her to a qualified therapist.
There are actually people with this condition. They think their arm, or leg, or eye isn't "really" their's and need to be removed. Sometimes they find a doctor to "help them out."
In extreme cases, they intentionally injure their leg or arm or whatever and let gangrene develop til amputation is necessary.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Body_integrity_identity_disorder
IMO transgender delusions are just a variant of this. But woe to he who says so in public.
"wish I had my weeny back... wish I had my weeny back.. wish I had my weeny back"
Sorry about your luck lady.