Dear Jessica Yaniv: You’re an Evil Sex Predator…
Dear ugly, disgusting man who'll never be a woman:
I'm tired of seeing your brutish face. I'm tired of reading your gender appropriating name. I'm tired of your insistence you're a woman simply because you say you're a woman. But mostly I'm tired of your sense of entitlement erected to hide your true nature: predatory perversion.
A man who wants to force his genitals onto women goes by another name. It starts with an "R." No other hints shall be given. Such men are given no quarter in our society, despite what some rabid feminists force themselves to believe. Many of these same feminists, I have to assume, are massaging your shoulders as you sit in the corner of the ring, preparing to battle against the rights of women so you can have your knob serviced. Surely this only emboldens you to go where all perverted predators have dreamt of going before. But I am no such feminist, and I daresay the majority of sane people are behind me in my corner.
We are surely living in stupid times -- when men can simply state they're women, triggering a version of the patriarchy to roll out its red carpet, suffocating the rights of women, to cater to a man's whim. You are a predatory man, but you're not a stupid man. You've studied how our culture bends itself into misshapen forms to accommodate the few, the proud, the gender dysmorphic minority, and you jumped on board. What better way to access women young and younger who wouldn't pay you the attention you thought you deserved, than by forcing them to do so with the help from your country?
It's a genius plan. It's an evil plan. It's a plan which might work, especially in Canada.
As Edmund Burke famously said, "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." Consider this post, and all the posts that came before it, the first step in dealing with a problem: acknowledging it. You are, in point of fact, a problem. You are a problem because you're a predator. You can claim you're a woman trapped in a man's body until the feminist cows supporting you trundle all the way home. But whoever and however many people support your cause doesn't change what you are.
You may also believe the LGBT-tolerant cultural atmosphere will protect you. But the real world is not Twitter, as already made clear by the dozen or so women who've refused to appease your barbaric request. Already your motives have been called into question by a number of prominent men, including Ricky Gervais and Alex Jones. With more to surely follow.
When the Emperor has not clothes, it's easy to see an erect penis unashamed of its own shape. Which as Blaire White points out here, is rather unlike a real "transwoman." According to Blaire, transwomen are ashamed of their male anatomy. But a man who demands women touch his thing, wax his thing, and admire his thing, isn't ashamed of his anatomy. He is a man who wants his anatomy front and center. Which seems less inline with gender dysmorphia, and more inline with a rapist.
If "rapist" seems too far, I suppose that's fair. As of yet, no woman has come forward to say you violated her. But you certainly seem like a man who has no qualms about forcing yourself onto ladies, their rights, their preferences be damned. Because you're a big toxic man, aren't you? And big toxic men demand ladies do as they wish. Big toxic men believe women's main purpose is to serve their pleasures. Which, as a woman, is a rather anti-feminine quality.
Where do we go from here? I'm almost afraid to say. As long as you keep forging this path, so long as you keep revealing what you really are with all the arrogance of a man besotted with his own specialness, I have to assume some misfortune will eventually befall you. Either society as a whole recoils at your brazen attempt to violate women, or the same community you claim to represent jettisons you to save itself. Those are the two outcomes on which I feel comfortable enough to prognosticate.
So dearest Jessica, consider this a shot across your unfortunate, ugly bow. We see what you are. We see the game you're playing. We're are not fooled, we are not blind. We are not defenseless.