"Cold in this man’s hand, they were beautiful. Historically, they were the most complimented parts of my body, aureoles dark as my grandmother’s face, a gift from her that I was supposed to empty into a baby’s mouth.... A few years after I had surgery, I was at the $20-for-an-entire-day spa in Los Angeles’s Koreatown and a woman who’d been eyeing me for the better part of an hour cornered me to ask if mine was the same surgery that Angelina Jolie had. The best I could do that moment was 'sure.'"
From "Editing My Body/'I’d just signed the form that said "paid: $6,043.00/male reconstructed chest"'" by Emerson Whitney (New York Magazine).
May 8, 2020
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Reading that piece was like watching a train hit a car stuck on the tracks. Blood on the tracks.
I know a man who recently had his genitals removed as part of his "transition." After the surgery he said "I'm finally a girl."
But he's not. He's a mentally ill (and now mutilated) man. A surgeon can't make you a girl.
I have no desire to live in someone else's psychological delusions.
hooray for mutilation. or something.
She was supposed to empty her grandmother's face into a baby's mouth?
That is one screwed up dude-et.
When is a breast not a breast?
Milk ducts empty into a baby’s mouth, not nipples. Kind of like how the vulva is the external organ while the vagina is the internal organ. Etc. Signed, owner of genuine female anatomy.
This is of course a little droplet of the accumulating tide of dysfunction of that decadent society. One more bit of chaotic madness.
This cannot survive. There will be a culmination, probably very bloody.
"This man was cupping my breast and swirling it all around......"
Oh no, not another Slow Joe Biden post........
This man was cupping my breast and swirling it all around...
"Hello? Bluh. Ha, ha."
New York publications' unceasing appetite for self-absorbed reveries about matters best kept private -- let me tell you about me! -- is actually rather new.
It does not reflect well on the writers or the editors.
I was reminded by an aunt recently that the 1970s were known as the "Me Decade." Hah!
Frankly, what this woman paid for was mutilation. I’m sure she will be called brave
"swirling it all around"
I prefer the pinch.
This is true, that a (healthy) man would have done something entirely different.
Everything I have seen on this topic fits this model -
These people are not attempting to be an actual man or woman, but that fantasy of a creature in their heads to which they attach such labels. And that they obtain these fantasies externally. The mad, the disturbed seem particularly suggestible.
Read Slate magazine's Dear Prudence advice column from yesterday. A mother is fine with one of her kids wanting to change sex, but gets hung up about them wanting to change their name.
"I’d decided on this one because he was one of a very few who didn’t require a letter from a psychologist, didn’t require a written promise from me for a full “physical transition” either."
Freedom to...mutilate your body.
Sitting down to write the section of my book about the day my breasts were surgically removed, I thought I should say something about the aureoles.
"The aureoles were....were....were..."
"The aureoles were dark!...Dark as what?"
OH RIGHT MY AUREOLES WERE AS DARK AS MY GRANDMOTHER'S FACE. Perfecto. Onto the next sentence.
too much
I saw the headline and thought "Yaaay! A Lazlo guest post."
John Henry
You must have made that up.
After coronavirus, after 9/11, nobody writes like that anymore.
#NewSeriousness #NewSobriety
That article was just sad.....really, really sad.
We are all fascinated by perversion. We’re talkin’ about real pervvy pervs here.
If I had me a nice set of titties, I wouldn’t be lopping them off
- Krumhorn.
"..a woman who’d been eyeing me for the better part of an hour cornered me to ask if mine was the same surgery that Angelina Jolie had."
I'm taking it that the woman knew right away this was actually a woman, not a man, without breasts and assumed she had them removed because of cancer. Maybe they should have gone with the surgeon who required a psychologist's note.
Telling admission: “I’d decided on this one because he was one of a very few who didn’t require a letter from a psychologist.”
Althouse's "Freak Of The Day" for our contemplation.
Thanks tons, I needed that. Not really.
Transgender couplets, confusion, and neo-genders are trendy in cosmopolitan chic.
It was a dark and stormy aureole.
She traded her breasts for the moment of fame she got from publishing the article.
My wife asked her mother, at age 16, when her breasts were going to get larger. She said the reply was: "When you are 50."
Hell, she said, I won't need them at that age!
"You don't need them now either" her mother added.
tcrosse wins again.
How appropriate this is on the anniversary of VE day.
This is surely what the soldiers who stormed the beaches in Normandy were thinking about on the landing. 'Remember what we're fighting for boys! So that our grandsons and granddaughters can develop mental illness and mutilate themselves with the blessing of the medical establishment! Oh, and buttsex! Don't forgot the legalizing buttsex! CURRAHEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Apparently, the Nazis set back degenerate tranny research by decades. Another example that no one is 100% evil.
I knew I had come to the right place when the surgeon told me, "Here, this will put a little hair on your chest" ...
It is apt that this article appeared in "the Cut" section of the magazine.
That book is not gonna be a big seller.
So that our grandsons and granddaughters can develop mental illness and mutilate themselves with the blessing of the medical establishment.
And, topping the list, human sacrificial rites a.k.a. planned parenthood a.k.a. reproductive rites in abortion chambers and Mengele clinics for medical progress. The Nazis could only dream of the social progress of modern diversity, political congruence, and Selective-Jew... child (i.e. wicked solution) and millions of excess deaths annually under the Pro-Choice religion (i.e. moral/ethical philosophy without principles).
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