I'm transmedicalist woman. That does not mean you owe me your speech, your compliance, or your participation in my delusion-management. Forcing people—JK Rowling included—to mouth my preferred pronouns is authoritarian garbage. They get to see reality as they see it. Bullying them into line doesn't create dialogue; it just proves the people doing the bullying have nothing left but coercion.
When some nonbinary freak starts screeching at strangers to "respect they/them," I feel shame by association and want distance. There's nothing wrong with me for refusing to treat other adults like theater extras who exist to recite my lines. If someone looks at me and still sees a man, that's my failure, not theirs. The people who help me are the ones who criticize, not the ones who build a hugbox and demand I silence the critics.
Admit that in public and the same crowd that claims "lived experience" turns on you for the crime of not being a bully. Suddenly I'm the number-one enemy because I won't storm Elon Musk's house, put a gun to his head, and force him to gender his daughter on livestream while apologizing for existing. Fuck that.
I no longer belong to the "trans community." Once they started cheering the murder of Charlie Kirk—someone who never laid a hand on me or anyone I know—they replaced whatever residual humanity they had with pure ideological bloodlust. I refuse to celebrate a man's death just because the orthodoxy demands it. Hatred is not love, collectivism is not individualism, and enforced lies are not honesty. If these people can't help me transition and instead demand I become their foot soldier, I have zero reason to speak to them.
Disagreement is not violence. I want to hear the other side, not shut it down. I am not responsible for rewriting everyone else's reality or managing their lives. I will not evangelize transitioning. If I push HRT on someone who later kills themselves because it failed, that blood is partly on me. Unsolicited glamorization of this process is reckless and wrong—this is not a fucking rock band. The community demands exactly that evangelical zeal, then pretends collective guilt doesn't attach when the outcomes are catastrophic. I reject the collective. I have my life, my body, my transition. No one else gets a claim on it.
The Russians already tried to treat me as disposable cannon fodder for their wars. Watching the trans activist class do the exact same thing—demanding bodies for their ideological crusades, treating individuals as expendable—should not surprise me, yet it still does. Everyone acts like I owe them service. I don't.
I feel like an idiot wandering a battlefield of corpses left by people fighting wars that have nothing to do with my personal medical decisions. The whole spectacle is a real-life nightmare. That is the honest assessment.