I used to not give a fuck. I'm heavily pro-freedom and my philosophy can basically be summed up as "do you, boo."
I'm keeping details vague, but my point should come across just as well. I'll save the stuff with the grooming kids for another time since I have enough here without it.
I watched the feminism and SJ/woke bullshit slowly escape from the universities and into mainstream institutions from the beginning. I saw the harm in their generalizations and rhetoric. I saw the way they forced their beliefs and agendas on others and ruin the lives of those they don't like that day. I was still in school when various -isms like racism and sexism were being widely redefined as a way to not only silence, but attack and demean the corresponding -ists. I always took issue with it and spoke my peace when relevant. This was back when you could without getting your professional and personal lives destroyed.
The first interaction I had with one of these beasts was a morbidly obese bio-female tranny who always wore a fedora. Idk how it identified/identifies, but I think it was something NB. Bear in mind, this was around 2013. As the sole member of the school's GSA (it was a small school), it put on an indoctrination session for the school where I first heard the redefinition of the word "gender". I don't remember a lot of that presentation, but I remember it boiled down to "it pisses me off when people get this wrong"—as if it's our problem. Even back then, I found all of the rhetoric very far fetched. I had heard of the "pregnant man" as a really young kid, and had the understanding some people dress as the opposite sex because it makes them feel better. If that's all it were, I wouldn't give a fuck. But now I had to fundamentally rewire how I perceive others and ignore all instincts built over millions of years that tell you "this rotund Gollum-esque figure I see waddling towards me is a fag." I never interacted with this individual, so it didn't really bother me. I just forgot about it.
In the mid to late 2010s, when all of the bullshit flooded into the mainstream, I noticed every community I held dear was taken over by troons and their enablers. Before that, it was furries. These were communities that, like others have noted, were based on fringe/nerd interests like experimental music or embedded and bare metal computing (real examples). Suddenly, rules get put in place to make everyone feel "safe", while those who said anything even slightly to the contrary were attacked, doxed, and ousted. Each community would inevitably fracture, and I'd only be able to wait until they found the next community I liked. It is my firm belief that every community goes to shit once it reaches a critical mass, reddit as a whole being a great example. These fucks catalyzed that reaction unlike anything that came before them. It's always these people who make one identifying characteristic their whole personality and identity who scream and cry the loudest when someone doesn't 100% agree with them.
What really started pissing me off was when they tried to redefine the B. They like to cite some bullshit feminist publication from many years prior as a source for the whole "two or more genders" lie. I'm bi, so this hit particularly close to home. First off, then wtf is pan? The second "she" has a dick or a gaping gash, I am beyond repulsed. Anyone who denies the obvious disconnect there is lying through their teeth. The same goes for the "men" with their salami swords.
As for "gender euphoria", isn't that just a fancy way of saying "being turned on"? I'm perfectly fine with myself, but I have never looked in the mirror and felt euphoria over being a man. Does that make me weird? Feeling like a woman, whatever the fuck that means, gives them a tingle downstairs that their increasingly disturbing habits haven't been able to anymore. It isn't inconceivable to think giving them access to pizza would give them the same rush. It's almost like thinking everything that gives you a boner is good could be how they got there in the first place...
The more they came into prominence and influenced others to join them, the more I had to deal with them. Having to call Greg from accounting in a wig "she" is denying reality, and it took having to deal with it myself to see that. It's like if you and someone near you were dealing with one and using the "correct" terms, the second it turns away, you two are going to be rolling your eyes at each other. Because you both ultimately know you're simply humouring it. We're putting on a performance to make others feel better about themselves, and often to perpetuate their disgusting fantasies.
Now, question: When has anyone outside of immediate family ever given a fuck about how you feel inside?
edit: fix caps and a word
