Arrr, I be scarred by that scallywag ‘gender affirming’ care! Trump, ye must guard the crew from this foul mischief!
2025-01-15
Avast, me hearties! This month, the President-elect Trump be sailin' back to the White House, claimin' he'll unleash a tempest 'gainst the fancy “gender-affirming care.” Arrr, it be like tryin' to swab the deck with a sieve! Hold onto yer hats, for this ship's in for a bumpy ride!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a tale of regret and misfortune that be plaguin' me since the tender age of sixteen! Aye, I set sail on a treacherous journey, thinkin' me troubles were naught but a bit o' "gender confusion," spurred on by scallywags in the online world and even me so-called healers.With a heart heavy as Davy Jones’s locker, I took their advice, and by eighteen, I found meself on the high seas of testosterone and had a double mastectomy, thinkin' it would cure me woes. But alas! Here I be, nearly a decade later, still carryin’ the heavy burden of me choices, with scars to prove it!
These tales of me and me fellow detransitioners reveal the grim truth that "gender-affirmin'" treatments be as reversible as a sunken ship. They don’t heal the underlying troubles, but only make the storm worse, like a ship caught in a tempest. Now, I spy a glimmer of hope on the horizon with the return of President Trump, who promises to fight against these perilous practices!
With a hearty cheer, I call upon him to halt the madness and protect the young crew from these treacherous waters, lest they end up like me—lost at sea with regret. Arrr, let this be a lesson to all ye sailors: choose wisely, for the winds of change be a-blowin'!