Wronski Gender Studies 101

Wronski — Gender Studies 101

That's supposed to be funny. Offended? Deal!

We get born. Someone official on the scene takes a look at what you got twixt, and makes the call. It's a BOY! It's a GIRL! 

Nowadays that's called your "assigned" gender. "Assigned" makes it sound like it's a convention of convenience. Something arbitrary. Or, somebody with some say so said so says so. If you want to go all reductio ad absurdum with it you might as well give up since it's just a coupla words. I'm fantasizing a alternative scene where the presiding decider exclaims, "It's another asshole!".

Which sort of gets me to share that this one's take is that all this fuss about gender is for ... assholes. Really!

Someone said that you are a little girl, and you obediently agree. Same with little boys. I once asked my little Daughter Katherine who she was. "I'm Kate!"

I get it that we put on our identities. No problem. Just lets not identify as who we are from them. As a young man, my car was my identity. To a point. Even such a dumbass like me then knew I wasn't my car. Consider your body on that point. Or, that mind you got; you know, that little voice in your heard that you listen to as if it's you. Sorry to burst any bubbles. But, in my universe, when a bubble is burst I might be the prick, but the Lord's hand is in all things. Repent! That is, turn away from labels. To what, you ask. Just, not that. Labels, as such.

So, now that we have even just a few years under our belt, we announce to Momma and Pappa that we are not what was assigned; but the opposite. Or, neither. Neither? Lucky you, with such woke parents. That's enough to send you off into some techno-medical black box where we will pop out some years down the road as what we say we are. All of it proudly announced on social media. Maybe even a YouTube video to chronical the evolution. Devolution? All for what? Some little boy likes at one point in his young career to wear a dress? Or, a little girl likes to play ball and hang with the boys? Are you so blind as to not see that a gender reassignment is the right thing to do?

Let's not get into the fickle factor. I like feeling my feminine side. But, I'd rather be on the side of someone feminine. I'm straight, But, for Mango! OMG!

  

Choice. Yes, let's all have our choice. But let's not pretend there's some written in the stars kind of thing behind it. Also, be careful what you wish for. Sometimes getting what you want is a trap. And having to get what you want as a way of life, I'll leave that to the fantasy show we call celebrity, fame, and fortune. That said, I would enjoy a 500+ meter custom yacht. And, all the babes that will float.

In Wronski-world boys have dicks and balls. Girls have pussies and tits. And, with all the ancillary plumbing that God built into those two interlocking units. It's that simple. BTW, if you want to tell a male chromosome from a female chromosome, what do you do? You pull down their genes!

So how does a guy with a swingin' dick show up feeling like a girl. That's one thing, but when the junk is gonna get lopped off ... I clench just thinking about it. [Does that make me a sexist?] Or, a little cutie with her shy little pretty pink smooth pussy decide "he" needs to have a dick, and a coupla balls? Hey, little girl, you want a dick? I got your dick!

Seriously, I could have solved a lot of young blood angst wondering what girls looked like down there. So horny changing out of swim trunks at the beach in the open air changing space with a high brick wall separating the males from the females. So close, yet so far. Now all you have to do is announce you are female and it's open sesame, and a front row seat to the greatest show on earth. Of course, back in the day, a guy simply announcing that you're a female trying to waltz into the Ladies Room ... fuggedaboutit.

Personally I'm into being all with at the level of working on my new pronouns. Current contenders are "Yessir", "HeyYou",  "Flibitygibit", "Wa-Rosk". 

Comments appreciated. But, no haters!