"Young lass, now a weary sea dog, claims she’s been tricked by a scallywag into a cursed change, arrr!"
2024-12-22
Arrr, matey! Prisha Mosley, once a lass, now a swashbucklin' lad, be spillin' the beans on her regrets of sailin' the gender seas. As a new mother, she be facin' stormy waters aplenty, all in a jolly ol' interview! Avast!
Avast ye hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn of a lass named Prisha Mosley, who was once a fair maiden but fancied herself a lad at the tender age of 17, all thanks to the whispers of the sea of gender ideology! Aye, she felt like a ship adrift, caught in the storm of misery, thinkin’ her troubles be due to bein’ born in the wrong hull!But lo and behold, after swappin’ her sails, she found herself battered by the cruel winds of regret and health woes, like a shipwreck left on a desolate shore. "I was an experiment!" she shouted. The good doctors, she claimed, had tricked her into thinkin’ this treacherous path be the remedy for her sorrows. Alas, it was but a mirage, and she ended up with chronic pains and woes aplenty!
With a fine wee lad now in her arms, she faces the torment of her past choices—no breast milk to feed him and pain that be as relentless as a pirate's thirst for rum. So, savvy young sailors, heed her warning! Don’t let the sirens of ideology lead ye astray, or ye might find yerself in the same plight as our dear Prisha. Raise yer tankards to lessons learned, and may fair winds guide yer course! Yarrr!