Can’t get over the self obsessed “not like the other daddies” upthread. He sounds like an insufferable bellend and I hope his poor long suffering partner wises up and chucks him out. Which I’m sure he would blame on transphobia, rather than bellendphobia.
It reminds me of one of my most infuriating experiences in the brave new world of gender exotica. I was at my uncle‘s funeral, and without going into too much unnecessary detail, I was at the tail end of 18 months that had nearly broken me with Greek tragedy levels of loss, bereavement, illness and complete life overwhelm, of which my uncle dying was a sad part.
I travelled to the funeral which was in a famously woke town. I was standing outside the chapel of rest with my aunt (uncle’s first wife), with whom he had remained close, and who had been very close to my own (very recently deceased) parents, and my uncle‘s partner, who had looked after him before his death, both of whom were grieving, but stoically putting on a good face. Now, I had previously noticed that there was a person hovering around near us, a six foot 2 burly fella, who I had immediately swerved as he was wearing (I wish I was making this up, but sadly I’m not) a basque, skin tight leggings and, thankfully, an extremely frumpy waterfall cardie covering up much of the horror. He had straggly pink hair and the reason I’d immediately headed in the opposite direction was that I’d smelled him from metres away- he was emitting unwashed, fusty vapours.
It started to rain, and my aunt remarked that she’d forgotten her brolly, then spying Mr Basque, she said “oh good, here’s a man with a brolly”, and I knew, I just
bleeping knew what was going to happen next.
“Not a man, actually” he said. And god bless my Aunt, she just stared right through him, then turned away and said “Ah, here’s Annabelle, she’s got a brolly”, and walked off. I saw at this point that, as if he wasn’t off putting enough, he also had a total of maybe three teeth.
It got worse at the wake, I don’t know what it is about nutters, but my face attracts them and this whiffy
hole started repeatedly tried to glom onto me. He started complaining that the buffet wasn’t vegan and gluten free, to which I responded “oh, isn’t it?” And walked off. He kept trying to engage me in conversation, I found out that he’d met my uncle a couple of times through a voluntary activity. Evemtually I’d had enough and just said to him “Look, I don’t care. I don’t know why you’re telling me any of this”. He then lurked round giving me daggers until he left.
Who does that? Who shows up to a funeral and behaves like that? Decides that it’s the perfect opportunity to educate elderly recently widowed women on pronouns? I keep him in mind when anyone is urging me to Be Kind or Protect The Dolls or whatever inanity is urged on us. I think of this guy, and that’s who’s benefit all of this is is being enacted upon us.
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R- I was at a funeral when somebody literally did this.
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