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Trans folks it’s not hate, we’re just tired of hearing you bitch!

I say that as a CIS Bi/Gay man whose seen the LGB movement completely hijacked and turned into something that I’m personally revolted by.

You’ve completely destroyed the credibility and “normalcy” we spent decades building.

So thank you assholes for taking the rest of us down with you.

We spent years dispelling that LGBT people were pedophiles. Your drag queen story hour, child transitioning, males in women’s sports, and pervy guys dressing up as women to get into the girls locker rooms, have completely undone all our work in the eyes of the American public.

But on top of that, every time anyone looks around you’re screaming about some perceived slight.

There is NO TRANS GENOCIDE! Do you even know what Genocide means?

You have all the same rights as everyone else.

There are no roving bands of ARMED, CIS, WHITE, CONSERVATIVES, scouring the countryside looking for a trans person.

Nobody actually gives a shit about what you wear, or who/what you identify as on which day.

But when you talk about a day of “Vengeance“, As y’all did this last weekend, I have to ask what the hell did you expect people’s reaction to be?

It’s funnier than shit, that most of the LGBT community appears to be anti gun but then ya’ll start taking pictures of yourselves with AR-15s as part of your Trans Vengeance day.

I have to ask which is it?

It would be nice if y’all would just pick a lane…

OH RIGHT!!!! You can’t pick a lane about something as basic as gender so why the hell would you pick a lane about anything else in your lives?

No-one is out to get you, (At least they weren’t.) Most people didn’t think about you, in anonymity, there is safety. You idiots forgot that. You’ve pretty much painted a target on your own backs!

Most folks see a dude dressed in a dress and a wig, they politely ignore it. People see only what they want to see and folks don’t see an ugly woman, a dude in a dress, or a chick dressed like a man.

Most folks, myself included, aren’t concerned about your personal issues the only thing we’re concerned with in a business setting is do you know your shit? If you do, you can paint you ass blue and dress in animal skins for all we care.

Why do you feel it necessary to drag me, or anyone, into your fucked up drama? I supposed a better question would be, why do you Trannys need to generate so much drama?

By the way, that asshole that killed 6 people in Nashville… Wasn’t a victim. The 3, 9 year olds, and 3 adults were victims.

On second thought, maybe she was a victim of GAY INC. Maybe she started out as a person who had some mental issues that could have been handled with traditional therapy. But then she was sold a bill of goods from all the Gay organizations that trade upon victimization. You know, HRC, GLAAD, and all the rest.

Thinking this way, perhaps I could get behind naming GAY INC as responsible for these murders.

The bill of goods I’m referring to, seems to say that everything would be just fine if you pump yourself full of hormones your body wasn’t built to use, that through surgery all would be well and after your transition every single problem in your life would magically disappear.

Perhaps she bought into the thought that trans genocide was a real thing. Perhaps she was on testosterone. A hormone that men must learn to control over their entire lifetimes.

A hormone that during puberty, makes men act out, do stupid things, fight about inconsequential issues, etc.

You know… for years our society has called it testosterone poisoning. So is it still testosterone poisoning if doctors inject testosterone into a woman?

It seems like it should be.

In the case of a woman, there’s the added problem, most women have no idea how to handle riding the testosterone dragon. They also may not have time to figure it out before they lose themselves in ‘roid rage.

The same could be said of men transitioning to being a woman. I’m terrified to think what estrogen does to a mans emotional controls.

Talk about a sock drawer!

Trans people, do whatever the fuck you want to do to yourselves. I personally don’t care.

But my indifference is not hate. It’s being tired of your shrill screaming about shit that ain’t happening.

So take your drama someplace else and shut the fuck up.

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Oh, My GOD! As if I’m not stressed enough.

This morning I was having my coffee when my doorbell rings.

It was a sheriffs deputy. Guess what, he was doing a wellness check on me.

WHAT THE FUCK????

The minute he asks if I know a particular person I know exactly what’s going on and I’m fucking livid! I have never been so angry at anyone in my life.

I wasn’t angry at the officer, I was angry at the person who called the fucking police to take time out of their day to come by my house for nothing.

The issue was that I was sick and tired of talking to this particular person. So I’d simply stopped answering the phone.

I really thought nothing of it. I’ve got shit to do, I’ve been outside shoveling snow for the past week or so with my neighbors.

I’ve got other stuff to do as well and I have no desire to be pissed off or bummed out by some overly dramatic nonproductive conversation with this person. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is, calling the cops?

For fucks sake! I have a family that is checking in with me every day. Sometimes I don’t answer them either. It depends on what I’m doing. Maybe I’ll get back to them in a day or two.

This person isn’t even MY friend. She’s a friend of my deceased partner! There is little to no connection between us.

I’m more likely to answer calls from my family because they don’t cause me an hour or two of emotional pain when they call. They don’t rehash the same shit from their unresolved trauma over and over again. They don’t talk over me. They don’t tell me how to live my life. But this “friend” does all of the above.

This person keeps trying to force me into grieving my loss like she thinks I should. Then to top it off, as if she owns me, she calls the cops to enforce her will on me. The cops ask me to call her. What are we in? Kindergarten?

Take a fucking hint lady, I was only marginally interested in continuing a relationship with you, out of respect for my partner. But NOW oh hell no! I’ll be cutting all ties.

I’m really sick and tired of having to remind people that I am a 60+ year old adult male and am more than capable of taking care of myself.  I’ve been doing it for decades.

To any of you that may think otherwise, or that I need a mother, or a parent, or a controller…

BACK OFF!

LEAVE ME IN PEACE. I’LL GRIEVE, IN MY OWN WAY, IN MY OWN TIME!

HERE’S SOMETHING ELSE YOU SHOULD KNOW,  

I’LL THRIVE IN MY NEW LIFE!

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Was just thinking, I’m catching up with Hillary Clinton.

Since 1992 I’ve had 3 members of my immediate family die by suicide. In December I lost my Stepmother and her husband to natural causes.

In January I lost my husband of 34 years.

I bring you all up to date because there have been some of his friends who keep telling me they know how I feel.

In short, they don’t!

These folks are trying to be kind and supportive. They wax on and on about how difficult it was for them to lose a sibling or a parent. Then they start telling me how I should live my life now.

My friends, those who really know me, have been very supportive and kind. They’ve taken a step back and responded instantly when I’ve asked for help. They’ve done what I asked, maybe made a suggestion or two to make things go smoother and then butted out.

They’re the ones, who like my brothers are concerned, but respect me enough to let me work through this gut punch in my own way. They’ll text or call just randomly to ask how I’m doing and that tells me I’m in their thoughts. They’ve lost parents and siblings, but they’re not banging on about their trauma. They’re providing a wall of strength, occasional guidance when asked, and staunch solid support.

The only people who know how I feel, are those who’ve lost their spouses. There have been a couple of folks who’ve come to me privately offering support or a shoulder. Some of them, I didn’t even know had lost their spouse. I thought they’d been through the more common event of divorce and were single by choice.

I appreciate their support and kindness. I think that them putting themselves in a position where my spouse’s death could reopen their old wounds takes a lot of courage. Maybe someday I’ll have that same courage, but I don’t see that in my immediate future.

To the people that would tell me, “I know just what you’re feeling…”

I say this.

Until you’ve bagged up shirts, pants, suits, ties, and shoes that you saw your spouse wear often, into garbage bags to go to a donation site. You have no fucking idea what I’m feeling.

Until you’ve occupied a house where the grim reaper’s handiwork is laying on your bedroom floor for 9 hours, You don’t know shit.

Until you’ve cried yourself to sleep out of guilt and loneliness after masturbation. No words, anecdotes, or over sharing of your personal drama even compares.

Until the future you’ll have to forge into alone yawns before you, almost everything you think you know is absolute and complete bullshit.

Nothing prepares anyone for losing a spouse that you’ve spent almost your entire adult life with. It’s massive! It’s a kick to the balls and the kicking just doesn’t stop.

Telling me “You’ll have to sell object X, Y, or Z,” to keep the lights on, mentioning a person’s name over and over but not providing a phone number after repeatedly being asked to do so isn’t helpful.

It’s cruel! Especially when the person you mentioned is hidden behind multiple websites with no fucking phone number on any of them. It’s also not helpful at all to keep saying that the objects in question are valuable. Duhhhh! I fucking paid for them! The objects in question are also not the kind of things that sell like hotcakes, especially in this economy. Which means these objects are not instant income streams. Despite what you think.

So for those of you who keep saying, “I know just how you feel,” shut the hell up!

You’re not being supportive. You’re not helping, all you’re doing is ripping the bandage off again and again and pissing me off. I’ve got better things to do right now than listen to you blather on about your trauma and attempting to use me as a free psychologist.

You deal with your own shit and leave me to deal with mine.

Yeah… There are some phone calls you just let go to voicemail!

I’m getting better at that every freakin day.