#antitrans

Men have the XY chromosome

Women have the XX chromosome

There’s something unmistakable about them. You see one, and you already know. The dyed, brittle hair, the vacant, screen-burned eyes, the weak chin, the soft, puffy face untouched by discipline or hardship. The slouched posture, the irony-laced clothing draped over a malnourished frame, or worse, a body bloated by years of synthetic hormones and seed oil sludge. You don’t need to hear them speak. You don’t need to know their opinions. You already know.

Trans activists, radical feminists, vegans, leftists—they all have a look. It’s a kind of physical manifestation of their beliefs, as if their bodies have conformed to the very ideology they serve. They are malleable in mind, and so they become malleable in form. Their faces lack definition, their expressions are permanently strained, their entire physiognomy reflects what they are inside—soft, sickly, devoid of strength, devoid of anything resembling conviction or certainty. It is not merely a coincidence. It is not random. This is what happens when you reject truth, when you sever yourself from God, when you let nihilism and despair dictate every aspect of your existence.

A person’s face tells a story. The structure of the jaw, the clarity of the eyes, the way they carry themselves—these are not meaningless details. They are reflections of something deeper. Strength, courage, discipline—these things leave their mark. So too does cowardice, self-indulgence, and moral rot. And when you look at these people, what do you see? You see something malformed. Something off. They have none of the marks of a life lived with purpose. No sharpness, no presence, no quiet authority. Just a formless mass of resentment, confusion, and decay.

The men—if you can call them that—are the worst of all. They are the physical embodiment of submission, of fear, of castration. Their jaws have softened, their shoulders have caved in, their movements are hesitant, apologetic, the posture of someone expecting to be struck down at any moment. They wear weak, ironic smiles or anxious, darting expressions, the result of a life spent desperately seeking the approval of the feminist hags and gender cultists who surround them. These men have never built anything, never protected anything, never taken responsibility for anything. Their physiognomy betrays them.

The vegan leftist male is particularly pitiful—a body wasted away by malnutrition, limbs like twigs, a face prematurely aged and devoid of vitality. Their skin is sallow, their hair is thinning, their teeth are fragile. Their entire being is a warning against the diet they so fervently evangelise. They pride themselves on their “compassion” as they grow weaker by the day, utterly disconnected from the reality that nature does not reward softness.

And then there are the “men” of the trans movement. The estrogen-ravaged grotesqueries who lurch through society demanding validation. Their bodies, poisoned by years of synthetic hormones, exist in a state of perpetual contradiction. They are bloated yet brittle, swollen yet fragile, puffed up with artificial weight while their bones deteriorate from the inside out. Their voices are wrong—either forced and strained from years of vocal training, or high and reedy from the chemical castration they have willingly undergone. Their eyes are haunted, their expressions never quite natural, because deep down, on a level they refuse to acknowledge, they know. They know they are lying to themselves, they know their very flesh rejects the illusion they are trying to maintain. And so they compensate with aggression, with hysterics, with rage, lashing out at the world that refuses to bend to their delusion.

The women are hardly any better. Hard-faced, bitter, yet paradoxically soft and undisciplined. They move through life carrying the weight of their own resentment, and it shows. The radical feminists wear their ideology like a mask—perpetually furrowed brows, pinched lips, eyes hardened by years of grievance studies and manufactured outrage. They loathe femininity in any natural form, and so they do everything in their power to strip themselves of it. The clothing, the hairstyles, the mannerisms—all deliberate attempts to make themselves as repellent as possible. They scoff at beauty because they cannot attain it. They mock grace because they cannot embody it. And so they make war on it. Their softness is not the softness of a nurturer, a mother, a woman full of life and warmth. It is the softness of neglect, of decay, of indulgence. It is an insult to what womanhood was meant to be.

There is something profoundly sick about all of them. It is not just their appearance—it is their energy, their presence, their entire being. They radiate weakness, sickness, a sense of unease that infects everything around them. They hate themselves, and so they want the world to reflect that hatred. They are the products of nihilism, of a society that has abandoned all meaning, all purpose, all sense of the divine. They are lost, but unlike the truly lost, they are content in their despair. They have made it their identity. They do not seek truth. They do not seek salvation. They revel in their own sickness, and they demand that the rest of us do the same.

This is what godlessness looks like. This is what happens when you tear down every natural order, when you reject the structure that has sustained civilisation for millennia. A people disconnected from God are a people disconnected from life itself. They become aimless, weak, malleable. They have no sense of something greater than themselves, and so they fill that void with the empty slogans of leftist dogma. They do not seek to build. They do not seek to create. They seek only to tear down, to rot, to infect.

And the worst part? They think they are the future. They think they are the revolution. They think they are enlightened, that they are leading us towards some grand utopia of tolerance and progress. But look at them. Really look at them. These are not the faces of a new era. These are not the warriors of a brighter tomorrow. These are the faces of decline, of weakness, of a people who have abandoned everything that makes life worth living.

I have written about the following:

Dysphoria caused by gender roles

Transition not only way to solve the issue

Dysphoric vs non dysphoric trans people

Men taking advantage of trans laws

Amount of trans prisoners that are sex offenders

Women being usurped in politics, sports, media, tech, women's shelters, and language

Autogynephilia

Autism rates among trans people

Gnc kids and adults

Gnc kids rates of growing up gay

Iran conversion therapy transition

Pedophiles (Jonathan Yaniv)

Narcissism rates in TiMs

Invasion of lgb spaces — AGPs, het trans people, redirected resources

Marsha P. Johnson not trans

Lgb alliance

Gender roles reinforced — MtF, FtM, and nonbinary making more restrictive roles

That's ab it. I need help finding resources for women being usurped in tech positions.

I need more ideas for the whole of the essay, more points to make.

I also need more of the dehumanizing terms y'all have seen women called such as 'menstruator' as I am including a complete list of those.

Message me if you have any sources to help or if you want to read the essay, I'm not comfortable posting the link publicly.

Heteronormative ideology is pervasive and persistent, the unrelenting and insidious essence of which is further aimed at the public through a genre called "mpreg" that maintains limited, heterosexist roles (e.g. one becomes "pregnant" and another "impregnates")

So-called "mpreg" is "who’s the man and who’s the woman in the relationship" at its worst taking a nosedive. Whoever has an issue with the "seme/uke" trope, should have an issue with so-called "mpreg"

The "to-be-pregnant" character that is claimed to be a "man" is a woman, acts like a woman, yields to the "gender" roles that affect women and their perceptions of themselves and experiences what women experience. The character is in no way a man

So-called "mpreg" is not only homophobic, but also discriminatory against the childfree movement. Its "creators" and consumers can not fathom that one can build a happy, healthy relationship without "kids"

The lack of media and literature depicting gay relationships is an issue. And so-called "mpreg" and "futanari" rub salt into the wound. They are "straight" media and literature disguised as gay, and women’s "pregnancies" disguised as so-called "men’s pregnancies"

So-called "mpreg" and "futanari" should be banned as genres. No material, video, animation, comic, literature, game, etc, should depict such an abomination

To the people who accuse me of "kink shaming" them: my kink is kink shaming and you’d be shaming my kink. Why wouldn’t I shame yours?

To the people who appeal to seahorses, pipefishes, etc: https://imgur.com/UcmJi2Y

"Fish, reptiles, amphibians, and birds don't actually get "pregnant" in the sense that mammals do. In species with internal fertilization, the offspring is nourished entirely by the egg, not by either parent or a placenta, until it hatches. In fish and other species with primarily external fertilization (some fish are internal), the female lays eggs and "f*cks off" while the male deposits sperm and carries the eggs"

"The male does not produce a placenta or nourishment for the offspring and is therefore not pregnant, in the same way that if I carry around a hamster in my hands, I am not pregnant with said hamster, and if I carry gum in my mouth, I am not pregnant with said gum. The pouch is not the same as a uterus in structure or function. After hatching, offspring return to the pouch when confronted with a threat. Other male fish look after fertilized eggs in nests they've made or in their mouth. The nest is not pregnant, nor is the mouth"

The biologist takes the words out of my mouth. No male in any specie can become "pregnant"

The male seahorse or pipefish, for instance, has a pouch in which fertilized eggs are deposited. It’s not a womb. It’s like a bag. For something to be "pregnancy," the body of a female and placenta are required

Definition of "pregnancy": the time during which one or more offspring develops inside a female's womb

No male has a womb. What males experience can not be considered "pregnancy". And no, a male seahorse or pipefish has no womb or else it wouldn’t be a male. A womb is a female organ that a male can not have

The so-called "scientists" that claim a male seahorse or pipefish is "pregnant" use "pregnancy" as a metaphor. They are not literally "pregnant"

It's incorrect to use the term on non-mammals. They function differently in the area. Fertilized eggs residing in a pouch is not "pregnancy" as much as bacteria residing in male human guts doesn't mean every male human in existence is "pregnant"

To claim male pipefish, seahorse, etc are "pregnant" renders "pregnancy" meaningless. Anything would be "pregnant" in that case; including a coffee mug with a roach inside it. And that’s beyond ridiculous

More on why so-called "mpreg" is bulls*it: https://imgur.com/bcQNSzQ

Rand Paul’s questions to Rachel Levine were condemned as “anti-trans”

In his questions, Paul tried to draw a connection between genital mutilation — a practice condemned by public health experts as a human rights violation — and transition-related surgery and medication for children. Paul also complained about Levine’s support for children who make the decision to take hormone-blocking medications despite the concerns of their parents, asserting she supported…