@JosephFria37990@NormalGayPsych That’s a mental illness and we shouldn’t support it. We don’t support the delusions of schizophrenics or manic episodes.
Sorry boo-boo… you’re a man. A very delusional man. I don’t agree with the schizophrenic homeless man on the corner telling me the CIA is working with aliens to collect peoples DNA and I won’t agree with your mental diagnosis of gender dysphoria. What’s happening in your head is a you problem.
That’s the problem. I made this exact argument before and was told, by a trans individual, that that was considered exclusion. In their eyes, they are women. They have to compete with women. By providing exclusive bathrooms, changing rooms, sports categories, you exclude them from “who they truly are” which is a woman. The whole conversation was maddening. It’s when I realized there was no compromise. They want full access and nothing less.
In Japan, if you sing badly at karaoke, people will politely clap and say, "You have a unique style."
They protect you from embarrassment.
In Texas, I destroyed "Livin' on a Prayer" at a bar.
I didn't just sing it badly.
I attacked it.
The key I sang in has not been discovered by science.
Bon Jovi felt a disturbance and didn't know why.
Halfway through, a woman at the bar stood up and started singing the chorus with me.
Then her friends joined.
Then the bartender, while making a drink.
A guy raised his beer and yelled, "SOMEBODY CALL BON JOVI. TELL HIM WE'RE SORRY."
In the back corner, one old man kept playing pool.
He never looked up.
Not once.
By the last chorus, the entire bar was screaming "WHOA, WE'RE HALFWAY THERE" and I was just holding the mic like a decoration.
Someone was recording on their phone.
When it ended, a big guy punched my shoulder and said,
"Brother, you didn't sing that song.
You sacrificed it. And we accepted the sacrifice."
I got a free beer.
For singing badly.
The worst singing of my life gave me the best night of my life.