It’s impolitic, these days, to say so, but the so-called transgender are altogether too weird for me. Not that I want to cage them or anything. I just prefer to stay clear.
I do know the mother of a lesbian who will soon marry her girlfriend. Not as another lesbian, but rather as a so-called transgender male, instead. After the operation, which JD over at Mouth of the Brazos calls an “addadicktome.”
Good luck with that. To my mind these are mentally-ill people who’ve secured the cooperation of amoral and money-grubbing surgeons in mutilating themselves. They can change their genitals and add or subtract breasts but not their genes or their musculature. Not yet, anyhow. And the Jenners among them are going to turn athletics upside down.
As JD says: “Rule changes will quickly follow to allow them to compete, that’s what will happen, and that particular sport will be ruined forever.”
As the late, great shock comic Patrice O’Neal said: “See, I gave you the chance to talk and you qualified yourself as a series of holes.”