Jaron Seth Bloshinsky / Jazz Jennings / I Am Jazz - Puberty Blockers: Not Even Once

Like I said previously, they all grew up within this mentality, they are not gonna change. Even if Jazz himself jumps off the roof screaming "I hate being trans, I was fooled, this is all my family's fault, I am in fact a booooooooy!!!", it's more likely they will twist it into thinking it's everybody's fault but their own and will keep wondering how we all failed Jazz.

That whole season of Jazz trying to lose weight is a good window into how the family feels about Jazz. Despite all their talk about muh mental health, they just can't stop from wondering why isn't Jazz just happy. "But, she already is a girl, she had the surgery, why can't she just get rid of being sad and be more cheerful and pretty?" Jazz' obesity was like their own scapegoat for his issues: "yeah, Jazz is sad because she's fat... that's it and absolutely nothing else or any other issue. If she stops eating like a pig, she will be fiiine".
If Jazz is on ozempic or some fat loss thing, then he is probably still unhappy. Does it make you eat less? Is that what makes you lose the weight?

If Jazz is happy now, it's only short term. I don't think he knows how to compartmentalize the abuse he endured. So sad.
 
I thought I'd catch up on this Jazz thread and I am surprised Sanders is still with that blonde chick. How the hell can this vacuous and desperate idiot maintain a relationship? She must be equally desperate for love. I want to vomit and feel gross from just watching 10 seconds of his garbage social media feed. How does she endure 10 minutes? Ugh. People like Sanders do not deserve a partner. I will never understand life
 
Does anyone remember Charlie Lindo, one of Jazz' friends?
Was it this dude?
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I think he grew up without a father. Makes me wonder if this trans thing is a reflection of absent/weak dads or weak parenting
Weak dads, and dominant mothers, imo. Look at Jazz's father. He allowed his wife to gaslight their youngest son into castration, and a lifetime of physical and mental problems. And where was Charli's father through any of it? Even Desmond, the Amazing has the cuck father and extremely dominant mother.

And when all is said and done, the Troon Movement still does not have it's own Poster Boy, or Poster Girl. Or PosterThey...
All these cases seem to end badly.
 

THE VERSE OF A TRANS WOMAN​

A poem by: Jazz Jennings (JAZZ)

I am transgender,
Of this I am proud.
My heart dreams big,
my words speak loud.

But people try to erase me,
Though they never will succeed.
My existence can’t be denied,
For as long as I can bleed.

My brothers and sisters are crying,
We fight so hard for peace.
The longer we are oppressed,
The more our cries increase.

We are the rainbow,
Yet they laugh in our faces—
Freaks, faggots, trannies—
We just want to be in good graces.

So listen to our message of love:
We long to stand hand in hand.
I know we are different;
I know you may not understand.

But change is good—
Let’s celebrate what makes us unique:
Kings, queens, in-betweens,
Let us all reach a new peak.

Is the world so cold?
We are human as well.
Yet you laugh at our love,
And spit “burn in hell.”

To those of us in color,
Those adorned with dark skin,
You say they are lesser,
You call them sin.

Why is it like this?
Why can’t we be free?
Just look to the ocean—
Be one like the sea.

We are mermaids in these waters,
Yet of us you are afraid,
For our scales glimmer with hope,
As we put on our parades.

Equality isn’t a privilege,
it’s an immediate demand.
Though each of us are different instruments,
We’re all in one band.

A world of freedom is our greatest hope,
So my plea is for a land so diverse,
For I am a proud transgender woman,
And I deserve to sing my verse.




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I’m endlessly fascinated by how being trans is all they ever talk about, think about, and post about—constantly. Get a personality outside of that; you’re an adult ffs
Because if you're living a lie you have to constantly remind yourself of it to avoid slipping up. Jazz's life is based around never, ever being himself.
 
Does anyone remember Charlie Lindo, one of Jazz' friends? Charlie was boy who had his puberty blocked and was very tiny and childlike even tho he was already 15.
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Well in 2023 he accidently (or better finally) got his puberty after 9 years (his puberty was blocked at 11).
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Here is a video where he explains what happened:
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What happened was that the blockers were stopped and he was on a low dose of estrogen because the gender quacks thought his testosterone would never come back. Turns out it did and it came back with a vengeance. Even taking highter doses of estrogen can't stop it. Unlike Jazz, he didn't get his dick & balls yeeted off.

He also got horrible acne.
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Here he is now seething about "hormone bans".
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Also note how his tiktok views decreased drastically once he went through puberty.

The tranny pedos don't find him interesting anymore now that he is becoming a man.

Somebody please explain the legality of this. No, I'm serious. I don't know much about medical laws or practice and have been relatively healthy most of my life, so rarely go outside of the odd checkup. If you had a disease, could your doctor just throw random experimental ideas at you and see what stuck? Shouldn't they have had to attempt transitioning animals first and had a functional baseline before performing anything in children? I apologize for ignorance but I am utterly confused.

Legally, how were they ever allowed to do any of this? I don't even mean this in an angry pearl clutching way, but I'm actually surprised America allowed it to fly as acceptable without some kind of evidence of any of the procedures working on things other than humans. I thought we had rules and procedures when it comes to practicing medicine.
 
Legally, how were they ever allowed to do any of this? I don't even mean this in an angry pearl clutching way, but I'm actually surprised America allowed it to fly as acceptable without some kind of evidence of any of the procedures working on things other than humans. I thought we had rules and procedures when it comes to practicing medicine.
A quick browse of the SRS thread should disabuse you of that notion.
 
He's been already two full years in Harvard and still knows only the most basic type of poetry rhythm?

I'm not even a native English speaker and I know there are more styles, like how Poe's writings are different in the beat and composition. I can't write that myself, but I'd expect someone who's educated by Harvard AND knows English as a native language would.

This is is the most basic thing you get from a high schooler who's asked to do poetry and all he knows is "the two last need to rhyme". Aside from, of course, the words and subject being childish. Effulgent, indeed.

i can't even be mad at Jazz, because it's not his fault being retarded. He's never gonna get any better than what he is now. He's not making timeless masterpieces for future generations, he's not writing odes and elegies to the troon struggle. He's just one step above from mentally challenged people doing macaroni art.
 
I haven't been keeping up with Jazz for a long time, but didn't he have a "boyfriend" at one point? I think it was some black muslim dude, but idk what happened with him. Is he still around?
He said his goodbyes rather quickly after learning a tad too much about Jazz's neovag
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Yes, Jaron did show him his basket of dilators
 

THE VERSE OF A TRANS WOMAN​

A poem by: Jazz Jennings (JAZZ)

I am transgender,
Of this I am proud.
My heart dreams big,
my words speak loud.

But people try to erase me,
Though they never will succeed.
My existence can’t be denied,
For as long as I can bleed.

My brothers and sisters are crying,
We fight so hard for peace.
The longer we are oppressed,
The more our cries increase.

We are the rainbow,
Yet they laugh in our faces—
Freaks, faggots, trannies—
We just want to be in good graces.

So listen to our message of love:
We long to stand hand in hand.
I know we are different;
I know you may not understand.

But change is good—
Let’s celebrate what makes us unique:
Kings, queens, in-betweens,
Let us all reach a new peak.

Is the world so cold?
We are human as well.
Yet you laugh at our love,
And spit “burn in hell.”

To those of us in color,
Those adorned with dark skin,
You say they are lesser,
You call them sin.

Why is it like this?
Why can’t we be free?
Just look to the ocean—
Be one like the sea.

We are mermaids in these waters,
Yet of us you are afraid,
For our scales glimmer with hope,
As we put on our parades.

Equality isn’t a privilege,
it’s an immediate demand.
Though each of us are different instruments,
We’re all in one band.

A world of freedom is our greatest hope,
So my plea is for a land so diverse,
For I am a proud transgender woman,
And I deserve to sing my verse.


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This is just truly embarrassing. Nobody with even a passing interest in poetry could read this without extreme eye rolling and second hand embarrassment. This would be alright for a 7th grader, but not because it demonstrates any gifts or depth, but at least they are taking an interest in poetry. I guess one can’t expect anything more from a kid that’s been taught to expect an annual participation trophy due to his mom making Tv show out of his genital mutilation.

A sophomore at Harvard should be hundreds of miles beyond the pedestrian middle school tier shit. This is what a newly minted GED student at the career college turns in and the teacher is happy because at least it’s not more rap lyrics.

If anyone says anything positive besides “keep trying buddy, you can get better” it’s pure DEI automaton programming or they understand even less about poetry than Jazz.
 

THE VERSE OF A TRANS WOMAN​

A poem by: Jazz Jennings (JAZZ)

I am transgender,
Of this I am proud.
My heart dreams big,
my words speak loud.

But people try to erase me,
Though they never will succeed.
My existence can’t be denied,
For as long as I can bleed.

My brothers and sisters are crying,
We fight so hard for peace.
The longer we are oppressed,
The more our cries increase.

We are the rainbow,
Yet they laugh in our faces—
Freaks, faggots, trannies—
We just want to be in good graces.

So listen to our message of love:
We long to stand hand in hand.
I know we are different;
I know you may not understand.

But change is good—
Let’s celebrate what makes us unique:
Kings, queens, in-betweens,
Let us all reach a new peak.

Is the world so cold?
We are human as well.
Yet you laugh at our love,
And spit “burn in hell.”

To those of us in color,
Those adorned with dark skin,
You say they are lesser,
You call them sin.

Why is it like this?
Why can’t we be free?
Just look to the ocean—
Be one like the sea.

We are mermaids in these waters,
Yet of us you are afraid,
For our scales glimmer with hope,
As we put on our parades.

Equality isn’t a privilege,
it’s an immediate demand.
Though each of us are different instruments,
We’re all in one band.

A world of freedom is our greatest hope,
So my plea is for a land so diverse,
For I am a proud transgender woman,
And I deserve to sing my verse.


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You can live with the entire troon and botched neovag thing, but if I went to Harvard and wrote a poem that shitty I would off myself on the spot.
 
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