Love and Gender Confusion

I know that right away people will label me a bigot.

I’m okay with that. I’m coming from a place of love and dignity. Real love and real dignity.

I’m just going to come out and say it:

I don’t know that providing gender reassignment surgery for people is good. In fact I think it’s incredibly harmful.

I say this because the operation is horrifying. It can’t be right and good to use part of your stomach or intestines to make a vagina. It can be right to alter the clitoris through the use of testosterone and carve your own skin up in order to make a penis.  It sounds like mutilation.

And after the operation, there’s still the need for hormones to maintain the transformation. Changing, or mutilating the genitals does not make you a man or woman. You need the hormones.

This got me thinking.

If someone has to take more estrogen to “feel” like a woman or testosterone to “feel” like a man, why not just give them the hormone that corresponds with their body?

Surely taking a pill is more loving than surgery. If someone can feel better about themselves without having their body cut, that has to be the best option.

This all points to a larger issue. You can see it in the amount of post-op suicides and regrets.

If you feel like you’re stuck in the body of the opposite gender, you’re mentally ill. This isn’t a moral judgment. I don’t think people with anorexia are evil. I want to help them. I don’t help them by paying for their liposuction. We have to deal with reality. We shouldn’t buy into their disease and discomfort. It’s not loving, it’s lazy.

Same with parents who let their kids decide one day that they’re a boy or a girl. Given the choice, most kids would decide they were a dinosaur. A parent who lets their kid decide their gender is neglecting the development of their kid. They’re abdicating their parental responsibility.

Now I know there’s money to be made in the surgery, that it’s posh to see gender as something we made up and it reinforces the idea that nothing is right or wrong or correct or incorrect in this world.I know that’s so important for progressives.

This idea isn’t true, of course. There is reality and it doesn’t care about you. I remember meeting a devout Catholic woman and the topic of homosexuality came up. She said one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever heard:

“God forgives. Nature doesn’t.”

There are consequences to every action. Including gender reassignment surgery. That consequence is often suicide, or soul crushing regret.

I don’t want people experiencing that. It’s time we take an honest look at people who feel they are trapped in the wrong body and do something that actually helps them, regardless of the politics surrounding the issue.

I’m willing to be completely wrong on this. I just don’t want them to suffer because we as a society were lazy and pretended it was loving to buy into a mental illness. Lives are at stake. We need to show real love.

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Real Men are Pro-Life

I don’t take any pro-choice man seriously.

In fact, pro-choice men make my skin crawl.

They sicken me.

A man who is willing to have sex with a woman but not take responsibility for his actions is no man at all. Think about it. A guy gets a woman to sleep with him. He gets her pregnant and instead of being a man about it he convinces her to get an abortion. A procedure that destroys his child and creates massive damage to the mother. Physically, emotionally and spiritually. As long has he gets his rocks off he doesn’t care that his partner will forever be scarred by the abortion.

If a man is willing to have sex with a woman he should at least have the decency to discourage them from having an abortion and seriously damaging herself.

Now, a man can’t physically stop a woman from killing his unborn child, but he can certainly create an environment where she sees having the baby as real option. He can pay for everything, take her to the appointments and if she doesn’t want the baby he can step up and be a single Dad.

It’s your duty.

Remember, if you get a woman pregnant and encourage her to abort the baby, you’ve literally killed a baby so you could have sex.

Real men don’t kill babies for sexual pleasure.

They also don’t hide behind a “a woman’s right to choose.” Men don’t get to “choose” to kill someone, and neither do women. No one does. And just because you pretend that all the pro-abortion rhetoric is true doesn’t mean it is.

It isn’t.

If you’re man enough to have sex, you’re man enough to take care of the baby that you make.

Be a man. Be pro-life.

Lumbersexuals, Metrosexuals and Manliness

Over the last few days there’s been a fair amount of talk over this new classification of men called “Lumbersexuals.”

You may ask yourself, what is a “Lumbersexual”? Do I even want to know? Let me enlighten you.

Apparently a Lumbersexual is someone who dresses in flannel or plaid, has a beard and seems very manly. The original article posted at Gear Junkie here.

According to them:

“Today, the metrosexual is a disappearing breed being quickly replaced by men more concerned with existing in the outdoors, or the pseudo-outdoors, than meticulous grooming habits.He is bar-hopping, but he looks like he could fell a Norway Pine.He looks like a man of the woods, but works at The Nerdery, programming for a healthy salary and benefits. His backpack carries a MacBook Air, but looks like it should carry a lumberjack’s axe. He is the Lumbersexual.”

So the Lumbersexual is essentially the style pendulum swinging from effeminate metrosexual to the hyper masculine lumbersexual. Now let me tell you why this is all ridiculous.

Full disclosure, I have a great beard and I wear plaid and plaid flannel when it gets cold out. This isn’t some new trend with me. I’ve been able to grow a full beard since highschool. When I was playing football I liked to have a beard because it made the chinstrap on my helmet more comfortable. Plus, nothing says manly like playing on the line with a full beard. You may as well be wrestling with your pet sabretooth tiger.

Anyways, I eventually had to shave my beard for various jobs I got to pay for my education. Plus, my prom date hated and probably still hates facial hair. After I got a new job and a lady friend that appreciated facial hair I was all about it. As far as the plaid flannel goes, I live in Alberta. ‘Nuff said.

This doesn’t make me a “Lumbersexual”.

It makes me a man. I know what I wanted and what I wanted to put out into the world. This is who I am and what I look like. Barring some other life circumstances I will likely have a beard and be wearing plaid when my grandchildren visit me. This is who I am.

All this metrosexual/lumbersexual stuff is nonsense. They’re just labels being attached to styles for people who want to be hip and with it. For the rest of us, we look how we want to look because it makes us feel like ourselves and it makes us feel powerful. When I walk down the street, I feel good about myself because I know I look good. I take pride in my appearance. I’ve known many men who would fall into either the lumbersexual or metrosexual label but weren’t those. They were just themselves. They gave off the image of a man who knew who he was. They didn’t label themselves anything other than who they were. For example, a friend of mine I worked with, he was probably more on the metrosexual side. He was meticulously groomed, probably used skin creams or whatever, but when you looked at him, he wasn’t metrosexual. He was Kevin. A good man.

I’ve also seen some commentators talking about some weird “beard culture” privilege whatever. It’s all non-sense. Stop trying to fit into these culturally empty labels and take pride in yourself.

Real men aren’t going to get caught up in these labels or trends because they don’t care about being a  part of the pack. They figure out who they are and live it. Being authentic to yourself has always been a timeless style.