it’s over. I’ve been telling you that this pig is going to the abattoir of history to take its rightful place among the worst medical malpractice fads of history–and it is finally happening.
Boyish girls, climb the nearest tree and give a Tarzan whoop of victory – girly boys, fashion a floral crown and caper copiously. Thanks to the Cass Report, failing to follow sexist stereotypes (which decree that girls play with dolls and boys play with themselves) will no longer get you marched off to the sex-correction clinic. You’ll no longer be stuffed like a five-bird roast with the best that Big Pharma can tout and later shuttled off to the abattoir to have your perfectly healthy sexual organs hacked off. For the Great Trans Con has been bust as wide open as the space between India Willoughby’s ears.
Unfortunately, there are lots of people who will live with being horrifically sexually mutilated for the rest of their lives. They will never know the joy of parenthood, or even of a loving partnership. They will now be forever a walking, talking freak show–and there’s no way to go back now.
Like the Mitchell and Webb Nazis, the signs that the trans-mob weren’t the good guys – though they were definitely guys – were there all along.
… Now the reckoning has come. With it, the people who were previously vilified will be vindicated. The greatest winner will be JK Rowling, as she generally is – and she has handled her victory with characteristic wit and grace.
