ask me if this is sincere and u will be publicly shamed

clitemoji:

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the-macra:

stereoslut:

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venicksen:

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colour-code your infants so strangers know what their genitals look like

this is THE WORST idea anyone has ever had on this site. ever.

yeah you’re right……haha……..imagine some sort of dystopia where newborns were dressed in certain colours according to their genitals……….jeez……..how fucked up would that be……..how could I have ever come up with something so silly

When you put it like that it sounds fucked up but it’s so hard to tell whether a baby is a boy or a girl until they become a toddler… it’s just so people can be polite and use the correct pronoun. I swear to god if you say some shit about babies possibly being trans I will come to your house and have a respectful debate about it

it’s almost like i’m transgender imagine that

it’s almost like you, a cis person, have no say over trans rights

All Babies Are Trans sorry cis people

I’m in your house, injecting your babies with hormones. Which hormones, you ask? every hormone at once. Now your precious 2 month old infant has Big Hairy Titties. They’re now bigger than it’s infant head and still growing. and chest hair like a gorilla. Your child already has a thick, Stalin-esque moustache. ‘my god,’ you plead, ‘stop it, they’re just a child! get your Trans off of my beautiful cis baby!’

I do a sweet backflip out the nursery window. I’ll never be caught, I’ll never pay for my crimes against the cis. ‘Mama?’ your baby asks for you, for the first time. But it’s horrifying, they have a voice deep as Barry White’s, but it has the Gay Accent now. What have they done to you? You pick up the child from their crib, cradle them in your arms. You fumble a little; partly because your hands are shaking from trauma, partly because you’re not used to picking up an infant with such enormous titties. We’re talking quadruple D’s. You say, through tears, ‘thank the Cisgendered God Above that all of this is superficial. We can fix what that sick Trans has done to you. On the inside, I know deep down, you’re still exactly as Cis as the day we assigned you that Binary gender.’ but you were too late. I had already done my worst: i got all up in your kid’s chromosomes. Swapped some around, added a few here and there. XX? XY? Never heard of them. Now your kid has QWERTYUIOP. Some of the chromosomes aren’t even in the Latin alphabet. One of your kid’s chromosomes is now the poop emoji.

You realise what I’ve done. It’ll take the Best, most absolutely unbiased Doctor in the world to unscramble the mess i made and put your kid back into the right gender, or sex or whatever it is these days. Sure, there’s a 50-50 chance, you think to yourself, but what if the doctors put them back into the wrong one? You dismiss the thought almost as soon as it appears. Surely you can trust your own child to remain cis for as long as it lives? Surely? More thoughts flood into your head. What about my child’s future reproductive capabilities??? You let out a bloodcurdling scream that can be heard for miles. What did you do to deserve this? Everything. Cis is a thoughtcrime now.

I landed on my feet and kept going, running. Where am I going? To the maternity ward. I have a bag of baby-sized chest binders and My First™ Itty-Bitty Ultra-Realistic Strap-on Penises to distribute amongst the newborns. After that I’m going to poison the town’s water supplies with the most dangerous chemicals known to Trans kind: puberty blockers. I won’t stop, I can’t stop, until I’ve transitioned Every Baby In The World. Every day more cis people make more Obviously Cis Babies, every day more work. It’s a thankless job, but if I don’t do it, who will?