I have stood at microphones in school board meetings, legislative hearings, and political bill sessions more times than I can count. The rooms change. The crowds change. The scripts do not.
Boys and girls, men and women line up to regurgitate the same force-fed statistics and standardized talking points handed down by the lgbtq+ transqueer cult. They defend their new “family” and the shiny new “identities” that cult has so generously bestowed upon them. Watching it is like staring into a funhouse mirror of my own wrecked past.
I see every stage of the path I once walked: deception, confusion, abuse, victimization, cult membership, and advocacy. Boys in various degrees of chaos. Girls desperate to escape girlhood because it never delivered the fulfillment they expected. Adult men and women living vicariously through children they claim to protect while preying on them. The rooms reek of controlled vulnerability.
Some of the men in dresses call themselves “transgender women.” Not all of them are gender dysphoric. Many are autogynephiles — AGPs — men sexually aroused by the idea of themselves as women or by wearing women’s clothing.
The average person still doesn’t grasp that gender dysphoria and fetishes are not the same thing. Even inside the “trans community” there is a quiet civil war: the dysphoric do not want the fetishists under the same umbrella. That umbrella is a marketing scam designed to expand the customer base, not a coherent medical category. Very slippery slopes.
I never used the men’s room with so many women until I started testifying. The discomfort is immediate and instructive. If adults feel it, imagine the children forced to share bathrooms, locker rooms, and showers with the opposite sex. Speak against it, and you risk being labeled, isolated, or worse. The stigma does the enforcement work that the activists prefer not to do themselves.
I remember three young men in various stages of transition. I saw my teenage self in each of them. One hid almost every inch of his skin. Gloves with the fingertips cut off so the painted nails could show. A high-necked sweater and mask that left only made-up eyes and rouged cheeks visible. The rest of him was tattoos and body jewelry. How much louder do they have to scream before someone with power actually listens instead of celebrating the scream? The people who control the institutions do not care about your parental-rights. They will keep medicalizing, sterilizing, and sacrificing children regardless. Believe that.
A case manager once told a hearing about a school that helped place a youth on wrong-sex hormones. The committee asked for proof. She had none to hand over. I needed none. Teachers and counselors have already invited Planned Parenthood into classrooms and private meetings. False information, puberty blockers, and wrong-sex hormones are distributed like product samples — without parental knowledge or consent. It does happen. I know it for a fact.
Then there was a “father” in full drag who claimed to be “trans” and spoke about his own children already aboard the same delusional train. “Hop on, kids. Daddy’s driving.” My stomach turned.
This is child abuse being performed in public under the banner of inclusivity. Most of the room stayed silent. Fear of being called a bigot, hypocrite, or transphobe is a powerful silencer. Then there is the fear of this cult that inflicts social death, intimidation and the constant threat of suicide statistics against anyone who dissents.
We will never please everyone. We shouldn’t try. Moral law still exists whether or not one believes in God. It is written into us. Some have buried it under layers of ideology. Others have been taught that the only authority is whatever the cult currently feels is acceptable. I once claimed to “feel like a woman” but that claim was absurd. I had never been a woman. I could not possibly know what a woman feels like. Womanhood is not a feeling. It is a biological reality.
No amount of pills, shots, surgeries, or “gender-affirming” mutilation turns a male into a female. He remains a man who has been sold a lie and paid for it by mutilating and destroying his mind, body and soul.
One child insisted he didn’t “feel like a boy,” so he needed the outside to match the inside. No adult in his life had the courage or clarity to tell him that he can only feel like a boy because he is one. Thousands of chromosome markers say so. Reality is not bigotry, it’s biology.
These hearings and board meetings are full of people who’ve been lied to by the largest, most unstable, unethical political experiment ever aimed at the weak, weary, and mentally ill. It targets children; desensitizes them, sexualizes them, butchers them, sterilizes them, and calls the process “care.”
It does this in plain sight while the rest of us complain on social media, march, and carefully avoid being labeled. The time for polite pussyfooting is over. Mentally ill youth with co-morbidities and a desperate need to belong are being exploited. That is not compassion. It is predatory with better branding.
The only immediate practical answer for parents who actually care is to remove their children from government-run schools and educate them at home. Solutions exist for those who want them. Excuses exist for those who prefer the comfort of performative concern.
I was targeted and groomed. I became a groomer. I was an addict, a criminal, and a mentally unstable man in a dress. I am a de-transitioner — an EXtrans. I make myself available to parents, citizens, ministries, organizations, and anyone else who wants unfiltered testimony, hard questions answered, or practical discussion about what is happening and how to stop it. The cult does not get the last word. Reality still does.
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