In a New Republic article entitled “We are All Females Now” an extremely confused young man named, Andrea Long Chu confesses his questionable sexuality, which in the real world simply does not exist, no matter how much he wants it to.  He thinks he’s a girl.

Actually, all he’s doing is playing dress-up with hormones and a scalpel.

His The New York Times op-ed about his desire for a vaginoplasty, is visionary self-immolation, My New Vagina Won’t Make Me Happy.  

“This is what I want, but there is no guarantee it will make me happier. In fact, I don’t expect it to. That shouldn’t disqualify me from getting it.”

Maybe not. But, Andrew, what you desire doesn’t exist. You’re not a girl. And neither self-delusion nor self–mutilation will make you one.

“In (Chu’s book titled) Females, the metaphor for desire shifts to self-abnegation or submission. My desire originates outside of me. It is external and I am the recipient. But I then take it up as my own, so it doesn’t remain purely external. Insofar as it remains purely external, it’s just coercion, right? It’s just, someone else wants me to do something or society wants me to do something.”

Andrew, knock off the verbal boobage.  Honestly – no one wants you to do anything. In fact, 99.99% of the world doesn’t care if you eat or sleep or move to Saskatchewan.

So Laddy, when you write “I am lord and master of the world in that one particular sense, which is that everything happens to me. This is true of everyone who has ever lived.”  

You’re Bonkers.

The first thing a person finds out as he transitions from adolescence to adulthood is that we are never the master of our world. Not everything happens to you. For instance, you will never truly know what it was like to be an early 20th century Dravidian coolie in Burma.  Never mind, coolie, you’ll never know what it is like to be a Dravidian.

You were born into a place and time that allows you, like the Marquis de Sade or a Chinese Emperor, or Pharaoh to pretend to be whatever you want. Live in De Moines, the worst that happens is – you get prayed at. Live in Iran you get tossed off a building. And whatever violence happens to transients here, it occurs in places like New York, Chicago, San Francisco, Los Angeles and Miami.

Only if you start doing drugs or become some sort of Rent Boi/Grrrl – will you suffer under the predatory genitals of a progressively blue cosmopolitan society.  A society as vicious as anything or anyone “who as ever lived” in Caligula’s Rome. See Jeffrey Epstein.  Bill Clinton. Harvey Weinstein. Another Princeof the Elite, also called Andrew.

Like all things au currant, the statistics are in dispute. Pink News of UK wants you to believe is .6 of the US population is trans, about 1.2 million overall.   In the same article GLAAD wants Transfolk to be 3% of the US population.

9 million?  Seriously?

There will never be an accurate count. There’s too much political grit, too much raw power riding on this steaming pile they’re shoving down everyone’s throat. With enough fictional Transzombies, the Gay Lobby can force their political will over those who must bake the cake. From WikiPravda:

So what’s with the Dakotas?  The Injuns are straighter than the rest of us? Sitting Bull Crap.

California with a population of nearly 40 million has a LGBT pop of 2 million? 5%?? Nah . . . Maybe more like 2 to 3% — 800,000. 1.2 million, tops.

And of that, the transients? A fraction of a fraction.  

Alas, Andrew, you’re just an unhappy, confused guy, who wrote a book instead of turning into James Gumb out of a Thomas Harris story. But until you can change the Y chromosome to an X Chromosome you’re always gonna be a boy. If Paladin had a magic wand, “Poof!” he’d make you the delightfully posh Ivanka Trump. Or Marilyn Monroe. Or Vampira.  Any creature on earth you want to be. But until you change the Y Chromosome to a . . .

In every sense, Transients will always be a true minority.

See, in savage societies minorities go the way of the Tutsi – macheted into oblivion. But not here. Not yet. Fact is, most of us red-blooded American men would rather play Sir Walter Raleigh, tossing our ermine cloaks upon the mucky puddle so His Royal Highness could continue to play “Let’s Pretend,” for the rest of his natural life.

Featured photo, ‘What! Is this my son Tom?’, 24 June 1774 found here, Public Domain.  LGBT Demographics Map located here, used under CC BY-SA 3.0.  Photo of Maila “Vampira” Nurmi found here, using CC By-NC-ND 3.0.

Paladin is an Entertainment/IP Warfare Rōnin and self-identifies as a Y-chromosome Victory Girl.