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UK news-print (Daily Fail etc.) and the BBC are currently full of far less than well-intentioned advice from self-appointed and deluded 'nuts' (frequently American and less so, Australian) who promote 'horse-medicine cures' for Gender Dysphoria whilst in 'the childhood phase'. Christian couples are busy withdrawing their children from schools which allow boys to wear dresses; but, strangely, not those who allow girls to wear trousers, shirts and ties. They should withdraw their daughters immediately from Brownies and Girl-guides Associations now that trans-boys are authorised to join.
The buzz word over here this last week has been 'tolerate', whatever that implies and or conjures up. The sudden appearance of this uninvited, disparate and unauthorised placatory movement disturbs me somewhat. It has overtones of the Salvation Army, who despise us, praying for our eternal damnation and not our redemption - God bless them (in my forgiving prayers). We have nothing whatsoever to tolerate in our gender identity; and, are merely normal and usually honest, hard working and hopefully healthy citizens who simply wish to just get on with our lives as best we can, and; without 'lip-service' misplaced and mis-directed 'tolerance', which in my mind's eye smacks of equally misguided false kindness.
When I was a small boy and believed in Father Christmas (I still do in a way), on each birthday I was asked to make a wish; and, it was always "Please God, when I wake up tomorrow make me a girl". I dreamed endlessly of wearing dresses to equate with my gender identity. Now that I hug myself occasionally, as I clutch my female passport and female driving licence, I am inevitably wearing trousers or leggings and trainers, just like the rest of the female population: dresses are merely for rather special occasions. Funny old world!
With that, rant over, I "rest my case Milord".
