The trans cult

First they overlook evil, then they permit evil, then they legalize evil, then they promote evil, then they celebrate evil, then they persecute anyone who still calls it evil.

You pretended they were your equal, only to be promptly informed that they were your superior, which superiority is backed by the fist of the state and the officially unofficial state religion shouted at you from every rooftop.

We feel helpless, we have no authority to call evil evil when the state calls it good. But you do have that authority. Even though my faith is less than a mustard seed, demons still flee before Christ. In my personal life, invoking God and Bible is startlingly and surprisingly effective. Works. Possibly it works because Christ has real power, and possibly our state religion has real demons. Possibly it works because progressives are eternally uncertain that they have the support of their tribe, while they they feel if someone is referencing the bible and God, he does have the support of his tribe. Possibly it works because we have been Christian for seventeen centuries, and it takes a while for the coals to go out. They see God behind me.

It feels very much as if Christ has real power, and whether the demons of the state religion are real or not, demon worship is real.

Hear is a report from girl was caught in the trans cult as a naive teenager, as so many are caught today, but escaped. Hat tip ExileStyle

Its understandable that any young person exposed to this kind of belief system would grow to deeply resent being white, “cis”, straight, or (biologically) male. The beauty of gender ideology is it provides a way to game this system, so that you can get some of those targets off your back and enjoy the camaraderie of like-minded youths. You can’t change your race, pretending to have a different sexuality would be very uncomfortable in practice, but you can absolutely change your gender, and it’s as easy as putting a “she/they” in your bio. Instantly you are transformed from an oppressing, entitled, evil, bigoted, selfish, disgusting cishet white scum into a valid trans person who deserves celebration and special coddling to make up for the marginalization and oppression you supposedly now face. Now not expected to do as much groveling and reaffirming to everyone how much you love checking your privilege, you can relax a little and talk about your life without wondering if you are distracting from the struggles of or speaking over marginalized groups, because you are marginalized too. With the new pronouns often comes a wave of positive affirmation from friends and followers, and the subconscious picks up quickly that there’s a way to make the deal of being on Tumblr even sweeter.

This is the incentive I felt to comb through my thoughts and memories for things that might be further evidence that deep down, I wasn’t really a girl. I hated my body; it must be because I don’t like that its female. Boys have never been interested in me like they are with other girls; well, maybe I would be attractive as a boy, and then I could be like all these cute “gay trans boys” I saw dating each other online. I didn’t have many friends, it must be because being a girl isn’t my “authentic self”, and that was getting in the way of my social life. Plus, people were nicer to me since I said I was trans so that must be an indication that being trans is the right thing to do to make friends. Female sexuality is hypersexualized and pornified, yet it’s supposed to be “empowering” for women to do porn, be prostitutes, or have dangerous, kinky, scary sounding sex with many different men.

She should have tried hitting them with the old and new testament. Works, and psychologically a lot healthier.

part of me genuinely thought testosterone would somehow make me into this outgoing male jock archetype and I would be handsome, have lots of friends, and love life. That wasn’t really panning out.

What a surprise. No one tells them about the staggeringly high trans suicide rate, because that would be discriminatory. Women and men are too fundamentally different for transition to work. Testosterone works great for men on a male mind and a male body. Disastrous for a female mind and a female body.

During the initial months following my first shot, I recall a general feeling of suffocating numbness and inability to identify my emotions, with bouts of anger that were easy to trigger dispersed throughout. Something that before would have made me mostly sad, or even frustrated, made every cell in my body overflow with rage.

Women cannot handle the psychological effects of testosterone, and not all men can handle it. But in me, testosterone makes stronger and braver, and gives me more, not less, self control. “Roid rage” is a perversion of what testosterone is supposed to do – and if you are already practicing perversion, that is what you will get – it is the psychological impact of testosterone going into perverse and self damaging channels, rather than to its proper telos. And of course, when a woman takes testosterone, there is no proper telos for testosterone’s psychological effect to go into.

I resorted to hitting myself. I would struggle against the anger by punching myself and eventually, after there was enough pain, I could cry and when I cried I’d cry for hours, often falling asleep and not remembering much when I’d wake up.

The testosterone was prompting action, but no proper telos, so self destructive action

I told Jamie that I was regretting my transition and questioning my trans identity in general, and predictably she was extremely upset. She reacted in anger, saying I must be confused and, like my therapist, accusing me of having these thoughts due to some underlying psychological issue, like only an insane person would ever regret being trans.

They generally do not regret being trans, but for some entirely unrelated reason 🙃 are apt to commit suicide. Odd that.

Not odd at all, for regretting being trans is sacrilege against their demons.

Then she reads an essay that depicts trans as socially transmitted insanity:

I was in shock. This was… me! Perhaps more importantly, this was… EVERYONE! All of those young biological females I had been friends with online and offline who identified as trans also fit this exact description.

She succumbed to social pressure from wicked people. And it is hard for anyone, and much harder for women, to resist wicked social pressure unless you can call it wicked. We have several millenia of ancient wisdom, that is proving useful as the Enlightenment goes full demonic.