Trans activism is the idea that there is no way to tell what sex someone is, but everyone should instantly be able to tell what sex someone is pretending to be.
Hi @elonmusk, this damning report from @ChildrensComm reveals that X remains the most common source by which children are exposed to pornography, outstripping even dedicated pornography sites.
Children are being exposed to pornography depicting strangulation, rape, and incest.
𝗣𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝘆 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲, 𝗫, 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻.
According to the report:
🔹The average age a child first sees pornography online is 13.
🔹More than a quarter (27%) of respondents had seen online pornography by the age of 11.
🔹Some respondents reported having seen pornography by the age of “6 or younger”.
🔹58% of respondents had seen porn depicting strangulation before they turned 18.
🔹44% reported seeing a depiction of rape (specifically, receiving sex whilst asleep).
🔹44% of respondents agreed with the statement “Girls may say no at first but then can be persuaded to have sex”. Children who had seen pornography were more likely to agree with this statement than those who had not.
🔹Of those respondents who had seen online pornography, 39% reported having seen AI-generated content.
𝗫 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗜-𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝘆 - 𝟯𝟱%
𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗔𝗜 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗫.
Extraordinary interview with the Equality Network Director. EN is government funded. The claim that the Peggie tribunal “fits the hateful, dominant narrative” is particularly jaw dropping.
https://t.co/T75nk21V7B
Pornography isn't speech.
It's a human trafficking industry.
Free speech refers to the expression of opinions.
Pornography depicts sexual abuse and rape.
Trans activism: Men demanding the "right" to enter spaces where women and children are vulnerable or undressed, while they and their supporters threaten violence against women who oppose them.
I keep thinking about the homeless teen girl, who said she wasn’t charity-worthy, ie. not a drug addict or pregnant, and therefore had no access to help. This is why charity is not enough. People with money donate to causes. All people deserve humane standard of living.
Teresa, who secured the best UK single-sex hospital policy following being denied care at Princess Grace Hospital, is now looking at the issue of women being denied community care, due to same-sex care requirement. If you experienced these difficulties, please get in touch.
Personally I’m very pleased to see stonewall being dropped by so many sporting bodies. A once wonderful organisation that did so much good for gay rights turned into an anti women men’s rights lobby group. Keeping themselves in jobs& Misrepresenting Equality law to sports associations repeatedly
Rant.
London, My London 😪
The decline and decay of London is really happening — and honestly, it’s depressing to see.
I’m a born and raised Londoner. I’ve lived all over the city, worked in even more places, and spent time in pretty much every corner of it. I know this place like the back of my hand. The good, the bad, the weird, and the wonderful. It’s my city.
I love this place. Sometimes I hate it but that’s the relationship you have with your hometown, right? You’re allowed, init. But right now, it’s not just a love-hate thing. It’s grief. I feel properly gutted watching it go downhill like this.
And it’s happened fast. You blink and everything’s shifted. On the surface, London might still look the same — the skyline, the landmarks, the rush — but underneath it all, something’s cracked. The edges have frayed. The soul’s gone a bit cold.
Take a proper look. Step out of Zone 1. Or even just walk home instead of getting the Tube, and tell me you don’t feel it too.
Homelessness is everywhere now. Central London at night looks like a rough sleeper’s encampment. People in sleeping bags lining the shopfronts. Tents under bridges. There are actual communities of men living in parks, tucked away in bushes, under flyovers. Even on bloody Park Lane. You know how mad that is? Park Lane used to mean Monopoly money and five-star hotels. Now it’s tents and people defecating in bushes.
Crime’s gone up and no one’s even shocked anymore. It’s like we’ve all just got used to it. You see someone blatantly shoplifting, and no one bats an eyelid. No one does a thing. Even security guards just watch — maybe film it, but that’s about it. Because what’s the point? Nothing happens.
Fare dodging? That’s just standard now. If you pay full price for your travel, you’re the mug. That’s how it feels.
People on public transport are aggressive.
And London’s got a whole new soundtrack these days: click-click-click — the electric whir of stolen or unpaid-for e-bikes flying past you at 30mph. No helmets, no lights, no fear. Just balaclavas and Deliveroo bags, weaving through traffic like it’s a video game.
Phone snatching’s so bad they’ve actually put warning signs on the pavement.
A rape is reported every single hour in this city. That’s not just crime. That’s a full-blown crisis.
Graffiti’s everywhere now even on the bloody Tube. Littering, fly-tipping, mattresses dumped on pavements, bin bags split and spilling into the road. It’s like no one gives a toss anymore. Because why would they?
But it’s not just the stats or the mess. It’s the feel of the place.
London’s never been soft and fluffy, we know that. We’re not known for our warmth or random chats at the bus stop. Its not our culture.
But there used to be… I don’t know. A buzz. A pride. A bit of mutual respect even in the chaos. Now it’s like everyone’s angry. Everyone’s done. Everyone’s ready to snap.
People shout in the street more. Not in a funny or eccentric way I mean properly shout. Road rage, arguments, people squaring up on the pavement in broad daylight. There’s a tension now. Like the whole city’s just one bad day away from boiling over.
The youth? I don’t even know anymore. What are they on? Everyone’s filming everything, trying to go viral. And the ones who aren’t? They’re in gangs, or selling God knows what, or riding round like little stormtroopers on those e-bikes, balaclavas up, middle fingers out.
And what’s with the begging at traffic lights? That’s back now. People walking between the cars, hands out, knocking on windows. That went away for a bit, but it’s crept back in like everything else.
Even the little things feel off. Like queuing. I know that sounds silly, but queuing for the bus used to be a thing here. Now it’s a free-for-all. No order. No manners. Just push and shove and eyes down.
We’ve got weekly marches now. Pally flags everywhere. And yeah, everyone’s got the right to protest but if you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time, it can get tense fast. I've felt it.
Then there’s the delivery riders. Hundreds of them, lined up like a fleet, just waiting. Whole streets now are taken over by them. Outside chicken shops, outside new-build flats. It’s like the city isn’t for people anymore it’s just a giant service hub, run by apps and scooters.
And honestly? It’s all starting to feel like a WALL-E-style dystopia.
Men sitting around drinking in parks all day, kids filming fights for clout, adults too burnt out or scared to intervene. Shops are either boarded up or they’re the same five things repeated on every high street: vape shop, barber, offie, phone repair, repeat.
Even Oxford Street looks dodgy now. And you know what I mean. You walk past shops that look... off. Knock-off signs, no clear branding, stock that looks like it fell off a lorry. It's not just me being nostalgic it’s genuinely changed.
And I know people will say this is just how cities evolve. They’ll say I’m being dramatic. That London’s always been rough. That this is just a new era. But no. It’s not the same. This isn’t just a gritty phase. This is decline.
And I know it’s not just London. It’s everywhere. I’ve been out of town. The rot’s spread. But London hits different. Because it’s my home.
I don’t even know why I started writing this. I guess I just needed to say it out loud. Because I walk these streets and I know I’m not imagining it.
Things have changed. And not in a good way.
I’m old enough to remember when “change” meant progress. New buildings, better services, more opportunities.
This isn’t that.
This is backwards.
And it hurts.
“Transwoman” and “trans woman” are terms for MEN that were constructed to confuse the public, who most of the time think this refers to women on testosterone. These are all reversals, inaccuracies and category errors, which further embed sex deception. It all needs to go.
I’m on a flight with GBR Great Britain rowing. I’ve changed one of my discoverable phone names to “no men in women’s rowing”, and the other to “hey GBR, no woman has a penis.”
Let’s hope they’re looking for WiFi…..
Anyone who says sex screening for sport is intrusive is lying to you & has an agenda. It’s a once in a lifetime cheek swab, takes 10 seconds & as all athletes have to agree to drug testing, which is far more intrusive, to stop cheats.. there is no sense to objecting to screening