Read an article earlier in the week about Queensland health executives dismissing a call for a review of its children’s hospital gender services. A paediatrician was reported as calling for an immediate moratorium on the use of puberty blockers and cross-sex hormones. Reportedly, a senior staff psychologist at the hospital has been stood down for exhibiting “transphobia.”
I’ve become transphobic. Didn’t use to be.
When I was last in England in early 2019 or 1 B.C. (Before Covid), I picked up an April 3, 1954 issue of the long-defunct weekly magazine Picture Post at a second-hand bookshop in Southport. My interest was piqued when I saw on the front page that it featured my old home town of Liverpool. I only later discovered that it also had Part 4 of Roberta (formerly Robert) Cowell’s “own story.” If I’d known, I would have searched around for the immediately preceding three issues.
Racing car driver, fighter pilot and prisoner of war, Cowell (1918-2011) was one of the first men, and the first Briton, to have sex-reassignment surgery (in 1951). Incidentally, female pronouns, as applicable, from here on. She’s definitely entitled to them having had her male private parts removed; and, assuredly, she would have had too much class to compete against women in sports.
Cowell tells her story in a charming 1950s kind of way; when men were still men and women were women. To wit:
I used to stroke my face occasionally, a gesture which a man often uses but a woman never.
Standing back to the fire and going up stairs two at a time had to be avoided sedulously.
When my nature became softer and less aggressive, I made the discovery that I could actually shed tears!
Now of course I must learn to wash, iron, clean and cook.
I discovered that cooking was surprisingly difficult and complicated, but very rewarding.
I realised that there was such a thing as being too feminine.
Love it, and there’s lots more to like. Instructively, Cowell claimed to have “XX male syndrome,” which she believed justified her transition. To quote from a medical source, this syndrome is “characterized by the presence of an XX [female] sex chromosome complement in an individual with male genitalia including both testes but no sperm production.”
As Cowell claims to have fathered children, her story does not seem to stack up. Who knows, the Jewish line passes through women for good reason, if you get my meaning. Never mind, she wrote with distain of those men with XY chromosomes who underwent sex reassignment. In other words, ironically, she was most definitely transphobic before her time.
My point is that we all have sympathy for people like Cowell. ‘He’ made his choice as a mature adult. ‘He’ demonstrated complete conviction. Quite unlike some of today’s wannabe women, who ponce around in lippy and frocks with swinging dicks intact; including, wretchedly, those creatures who have the shameful hide to compete against real women in sports. But that, as bad as it is, is by no means close to the worst of it.
Evil incarnate comes readily to mind when young children are subjected to degenerate drag posturing; and please dear God intervene, to prevent troubled young teenagers from being chemically or surgically maimed.
Nowadays, my sympathy for transgenderism has almost entirely disappeared. Of course, my sympathy remains for individuals who struggle with their sexual identity. But as a movement or a cause, it has gone completely off the rails.
Finally, it is worth highlighting this nonsense about multiple genders. People who believe that they have been wrongly typecast at birth are not faced with an à la carte menu of choice. It’s table d’hôte. When offered hormones and/or being wheeled into surgery, there is only one alternative “sex” on the menu. Stick or twist. There are just two choices; not one hundred and thirty-two. Not even the LGBTQ+ crowd can pretend otherwise. Hence resort to the nebulous word “gender.” Instead of to the well-defined word “sex.”
Shaping the agenda by subverting the language, is the “Orwellian” objective. Centre-right commentators, even the remaining few conservative commentators, e.g., Tucker Carlson, Rowan Dean, fall into the trap time after time. Resist it. Always refer to sex when you mean sex.