My chromosomes are X and Y
In all of my cells, which makes me a guy
This has never been something I feel
It’s just what I am, no big deal
Frilly dresses are not my thing
I’m quite happy with an axe to swing
But that doesn’t mean i’m an alpha male
At least not the sort to end up in jail
For having a fight with my fellow ape
And I don’t wear a superhero cape
I’m just happy being me
On the bloke side of this vast dichotomy
It’s a big spectrum on either side
So be who you are, and be it with pride
But you’re not Trans, because it doesn’t exist
But that doesn’t mean that you don’t have to exist
You don’t need an identity to be who you are
An identity is like a fashion brand or flash sports car
A Potemkin facade that you wear in disgust
Of the real you underneath who you’ve come to distrust
Because boys that are raised in society today
Are taught anything but true natures’ way
When was the last time boys at schools
Were taught the joy and wonder of power tools
Of respecting women by respecting themselves
And leaving the porno mags on the top shelves
Of marriage, monogamy and a strong womens heart
Being something of which they should never part
And feeling the love of your own creation
Filling you with the joy of eternal elation
If your chromosomes are X and X
Then you are a human of the opposite sex
I wish you could love who you were born to be
And maybe environmental toxins bear some responsibility
God knows the poisons you’ve been exposed to
From Teflon and Fluoride to Glyphosate and vax goo
Micro plastics and 5G and 4G and 3G
And the toxic destructive society that comes through your TV
Girls never having had the idea promoted
Of the joys of being a mother, devoted
They should try telling girls that true joy in life
Is in a loving unison of husband and wife
Not in getting bogged down in a 9-5 life killer
While your brand new baby fades in to time filler
As you need to earn money to pay off the money
You borrowed to get you through the degree
That has got you nowhere close to what you were told
By the careers twat who promised you streets paved with gold
You’re measuring success in all the wrong ways
In titles, suffix letters and how much your job pays
When the only true measure of success as your soul departs
Is that you heard every one of your baby’s farts
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Hmm. So, women belong in the home, having children. Period?
I liked it up til we arrived at that. Did I misunderstand you?
NOBODY should be kept from spending time with their children in a shit job, should they wish to have children. And nobody should should be told their dreams won't be possible because of their gender.
If WOMEN decide to devote themselves to children and home only, and they decide that individually, of their own free will, without any coercion, then I'm all for it. But not because men tell them so, or even if other women tell them so. I imagine the utter outrage (and backlash) that would happen if women told men how men ought to live/be/feel.
It's really down to the individual, isn't it? And I'm not saying all this "trans" stuff is healthy. What's UN-healthy is the rigidity of creating ROLES for each gender and then shaming or punishing anyone who steps outside those roles.
We should all be free to be who we are, without having to change our bodies or fit into some context that is determined by someone else. The concept of FREEDOM is not dead. And it should be applied to everyone. EVERYONE. And we've yet to ever see this kind of society in our living memory, or in any of the history we've known in Western culture. Bits of it in other cultures, yes, but not what we Anglo-Saxons have had.