A couple of examples of what is wrong with "transgender."

As I have pointed out in the past, I, like most HBS survivors, object strongly to being referred to as "transgender." A couple of recent items that are floating around the web show why we have such strong objections to the label.

The first is the now well-known story of Stu Rasmussen, the recently elected mayor of Silverton, Oregon. Now, for those who have not heard of Stu, well he is quite the character. He is quite open about being a crossdresser. That is, perhaps, shocking enough. But he does not stop there. Even though he rather admantly identifies as a straight male, he has taken at least one step to alter his body, having had breast augmentation. He wrote an article about the experience for Transgender Tapestry under the name Carla Fong.

Now, admittedly, Stu is a rather extreme example, but how anyone could possibly think that an HBS woman (or man for that matter) has anything in common with someone like this is beyond me. Stu makes no attempt to actually be a woman. He just likes, as he puts, being "...a heterosexual male who appears to be a female." A favorite t-shirt of his anwers the obvious question, "Why?" It reads simply, “Because girls have more fun.”

Now, some "transgender" activists are thrilled over Stu's victory. I mean, you can't get much more "transgender" than him. And that pretty much says it all.

Now, don't get me wrong. I think Stu has every right to live his life however he wishes. It is kind of a puzzle to me, but it is his life. But, I'll be honest. I doubt I would vote for such a person for mayor. I would have serious questions about any such person.

Another good example comes from that bastion of weirdness, Bilerico, and was posted by none other than Monica Roberts, who we have written about previously. It is a little ditty Roberts wrote to be sung to the tune of "Santa Baby."

Santa Baby (Transgender Version)
Sung to the tune of Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt

Santa Baby, just slip some hormones under the tree,
For me.

Been an awful good girl, Santa Baby,

So hurry down the chimney tonight.


Santa Baby, I need some electrolysis, too
I do.

I'll wait up for you dear, Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.


Santa I am being dissed.'
Cause I was born a mister and Not born a miss

Next year, I'll be really good
If you'll check off my surgery wish list

Santa Baby, I want lipo to make me look hot
Why not? Been an angel all year, Santa Baby,


So hurry down the chimney tonight


Santa, Honey, one little thing
I really need, indeed

Round trip tickets on an airline,

Santa Baby.So hurry down the chimney tonight.


Santa Cutie, an early date for my SRS
Please check.

Kunaporn will be fine, Santa Cutie,

And hurry down the chimney tonight.

After my recovery,
I'll need to change my name from Ted to Tiffany.

I really do believe in you.
Let's see if you believe in me.


Santa Baby, please remove the ding-a-ling,
By spring.

I don't want it no more, Santa Baby,

So hurry down the chimney tonight.

Hurry down the chimney tonight.


Hurry . . . Tonight

Now, this bit of silliness, courtesy of Monica Roberts, exhibits quite a bit of the "transgender" mindset, which often treats SRS as a sort of fantasy...not something one necessarily actually has, but as a sort of a fun thing to dream about. The original song is bad enough...but this is really awful. The lyrics seem to show a lack of real understanding of the realities of correction for HBS women. And the terminology seems to be right out of the autogynephile playbook. I imagine it would be a real hit at Asia SF, a San Francisco nightclub the features the finest in "gender illusionists."

Hey, the transgender can have their fantasies and their weird behavior, just as long as they leave me out of it. But that is really the heart of the problem. They keep insisting on dragging people with HBS under their little umbrella, and worse, they expect us to step to the front and be more visible.