Effeminate Thugs

 

In and of itself, there is nothing wrong with cross-dressing. But if the intent is to deceive, to present a man as a woman, or a woman as a man, that is a lie.

So much for the “transgender” movement. As opposed to the fairly harmless quirk of cross-dressing known in several cultures.

Conservative commentators suggest that cross-dressing is a “sexual fetish.” It may be that; or it may be that the issue is not sex, so much as self-love, expressed in sexual terms. To pretend to be the opposite sex sounds auto-erotic. It is like ouroborus, the cosmic serpent devouring its own tail.

Which is an image of the perfectly narcissistic self.

The desire to parade before children, which the transgender seem to have declared a non-negotiable right, sounds too like narcissism. Narcissists, seeing themselves as godlike, assume the power to determine reality, and then to impose it on others. This is why the narcissist loves to lie, to “gaslight”: it is mind control. For this, children are the easiest, most vulnerable victims. They must be forced to accept whatever “reality” the narcissist decides to impose on them, and in particular they must accept the authority of the narcissist against their own perceptions or any rival norms. This assures the narcissist of a godlike control. They need this for self-validation, since they identify themselves as gods; otherwise they are being “erased.” Just as the ancient Olympians required regular worship.

But of course, children are not enough. Sooner or later, everyone else must also be put under narcissistic control. One demands, for example, the right to declare one’s own pronouns. Everyone must then use them. If you say you are a woman, everyone else must be forced to verbally assent.

But this can never be the end of one’s demands.

And one becomes violent. Violence is another weapon of control, an expression of dominance. One shouts down. That feels good. One threatens, one holds captive. One grabs a gun and shoots up schools or churches. All must obey.

And then, if we are not alert, brave, and lucky, these stormtroopers take over, and the business of killing achieves industrial scale.

The picture above, by the way, is often interpreted as a depiction of Uranus; but it does not fit the myth in several ways. Although alluding to the Greek myths, what I think it is instead is a depiction all in one panel of the various expressions of the greater spirit of narcissism to which the various Greek myths of Uranus, Cronus, and Aphrodite refer. Devouring one’s children, centre; betraying one’s parents, right. Self-adulation and auto-eroticism, left. And behind the devouring parent, behind all, the spirit that animates, the ouroboros. The instinctive reptile mind that believes it contains all things, and eternally devours.