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- Apr 6, 2019
I recently found a blog (archive) that is submissions from various parents of troons who are upset about their kids trooning out and want Society to "do something" about it. After reading a few of the pieces it became apparent that these people were all of a certain "type"- whiny affluent Karens who have enthusiastically supported every leftist, degenerate cause in the book and mostly still do with the slim exception of "trans has gone too far by trooning my daughter or son." The pieces are mostly rants and accusations, with very little if any self-reflection. These people are absolutely certain of their own moral rectitude in every aspect of everything- the only reason their precious baby trooned out was because of a few bad actors, you see.
Of course we experts on lolcows and troonery here on the Farms know that's seldom the case- often the parents are somewhere between worthless passive lumps and an enthusiastic co-signer on the hysterical behavior. And bad parents know how to tell a slanted sob story that makes them look like a victim, acting completely baffled that the consequences of their own dumb choices might ever come home to roost.
I started collecting some of the more egregious examples. Here's the widely publicized "Story of Sage" (archive).
So this "legal mother" is actually the grandmother. Based on observations of this family dynamic over the years, and the extreme drama of the story, I suspected a lot was being left out. Of course child services departments and schools are horrifically pozzed and it's a very real problem. But it's like one of those viral videos that starts just as Guy 2 starts hitting or cussing at Guy 1 and conveniently leaves out what led up to that charged moment.
Some of the pieces are more forthright about having contributed, but still evade responsibility. "I Sponsored a High School GSA" is one. (archive)
Okay off to a bad start...
This homo is merely disappointed that shit is no longer All About Me, clearly.
So strikes the face-eating leopard.
Amazing that this teenage neet was able to just magically materialize all this gear. Oh, right. His "moms" were "supporting" his identity. She makes it all the way to his eventual detransition without acknowledging any role in his behavior.
Even the title of "$30k per year and my kid doesn't know the difference between boys and girls" is comical. (archive)
lol. lmao.
There are several similar pieces about how they "had to" send their kids to an expensive private college or Ivy League school and constantly worried that the kid would come home for Christmas completely surgically trooned out. "I'm paying all this money and the college is doing this to me! Waaah I am a victim!" Never occurs to them they could stop paying for commie summer camp.
Today we get the oddly passive "What's in a Dead Name?" (archive) It is so awkwardly avoidant of certain facts (like...where does the kid live?)
Emphasis mine.
I guess there's serious points that could be made about these people and what they represent. But it blackpills me so much, all I can do is point and laugh.
Of course we experts on lolcows and troonery here on the Farms know that's seldom the case- often the parents are somewhere between worthless passive lumps and an enthusiastic co-signer on the hysterical behavior. And bad parents know how to tell a slanted sob story that makes them look like a victim, acting completely baffled that the consequences of their own dumb choices might ever come home to roost.
I started collecting some of the more egregious examples. Here's the widely publicized "Story of Sage" (archive).
On August 25th, she ran away from home. I immediately notified the local sheriff. Her case quickly escalated and the FBI and US Marshall became involved. Sage had been sex trafficked from Virginia into Washington DC and then transported to Maryland. The FBI and Marshals found her in a locked room at the home of the abuser at 10pm on September 2nd. They called me to let me know, and to inform me that I could pick her up the next morning to bring her home to Virginia. I was told she needed to stay the night at a detention center, as she was being treated at the hospital, and needed a rape kit completed. I was frantic, as you might imagine, and distraught that I was not allowed to see her right away.
I arrived at the detention center bright and early the next morning. However, once there I received surprising and devastating news—Sage was now being represented by a juvenile attorney and would not be allowed to return to Virginia with us, and I would not be allowed to see her until a court hearing could take place. And, on top of that, my husband and I were going to be investigated for "abuse" because we called her “Sage” and not “Draco”, and used female pronouns in reference to her, rather than he/him.
So this "legal mother" is actually the grandmother. Based on observations of this family dynamic over the years, and the extreme drama of the story, I suspected a lot was being left out. Of course child services departments and schools are horrifically pozzed and it's a very real problem. But it's like one of those viral videos that starts just as Guy 2 starts hitting or cussing at Guy 1 and conveniently leaves out what led up to that charged moment.
Some of the pieces are more forthright about having contributed, but still evade responsibility. "I Sponsored a High School GSA" is one. (archive)
In 2018-2019 I sponsored the Gay Straight Alliance (GSA) club in a midwestern high school. I feel fortunate to have survived my years as a depressed gay teen in the early 90s, and I wanted to help now, as a gay parent.
Okay off to a bad start...
When we got to that local GSA meeting, I was surprised. I expected the content to be related to sexual orientation. However, upon entering, for the first time, I was given a name tag for my pronouns. And there was only an all gender bathroom—a first for me. Students were handed a microphone to announce their name, identity, and pronouns.
This homo is merely disappointed that shit is no longer All About Me, clearly.
At the end of the next school year, my oldest son announced his trans identity in a text to me and my wife. It was the week of his 8th grade graduation (May of 2020). We were stunned. We were also terrified of losing our son. While we told him we loved him, privately we had doubts about this new identity. We of course accepted and supported our child. However, there had never been any sign of gender issues for him as a child. As his psychologist later stated, “the dots don’t connect.”
So strikes the face-eating leopard.
Over the next year my son’s hair and nails grew longer and unkempt. He shaved his body hair. Occasionally he painted his nails black and wore women’s leggings and a sweatshirt to the table.
Amazing that this teenage neet was able to just magically materialize all this gear. Oh, right. His "moms" were "supporting" his identity. She makes it all the way to his eventual detransition without acknowledging any role in his behavior.
Even the title of "$30k per year and my kid doesn't know the difference between boys and girls" is comical. (archive)
For our family, one of the toughest decisions was where to send our kids to school. We could send them across the street to the poorly performing public school for free. They’d meet a wide variety of kids and learn some valuable self-advocacy skills, but they would not be academically challenged. For $30k, I could send them to the nearby private school, where they’d benefit from engaged teachers, kids, and families. We’d have to drop the music lessons and fancy trips, but hey—I don’t like Disneyland anyway.
So, with some scholarships, sacrifices, and family assistance, we made the choice to send our kids to a fancy private school. The benefits have been great: warm, caring, patient teachers; outstanding academics; beautiful buildings; even a pretty good lunch. But there’s been a hidden cost, beyond the incredibly painful tuition bills: my kids can’t tell the difference between a boy and a girl.
lol. lmao.
There are several similar pieces about how they "had to" send their kids to an expensive private college or Ivy League school and constantly worried that the kid would come home for Christmas completely surgically trooned out. "I'm paying all this money and the college is doing this to me! Waaah I am a victim!" Never occurs to them they could stop paying for commie summer camp.
Today we get the oddly passive "What's in a Dead Name?" (archive) It is so awkwardly avoidant of certain facts (like...where does the kid live?)
For my 14 year old daughter, on her birthday:
My sweet kid. It’s your 14th birthday but we can’t sing the song and watch you blow out the candles as we always have. We can’t even say your name—to utter the name I gave you—your given name—is forbidden. It’s what you like to call your “dead name”. It’s one of the many lies you have been told....
You have somehow decided not only that it would be easier to be a boy but that you are a boy. Your own sister feeds into your delusion and encourages you. I’m powerless to stop her.
I am writing this trapped in a tear stained covid fever dream. I have never felt so alone in my isolation. It’s misery. When I think about the ways in which I have failed you I don’t want to live anymore. It is a low point and an embarrassment. I know that I need to fight not to let this destroy you and our family entirely. Sometimes I just get so tired and it feels like a losing battle. Now even the president I voted for wants me to take you to a gender clinic, inject you with testosterone, and agree to allow you to cut off your healthy breasts. He thinks it would be ok to do all of that before your first kiss and before have had your first date.
Emphasis mine.
I guess there's serious points that could be made about these people and what they represent. But it blackpills me so much, all I can do is point and laugh.