But I’m not sure it’s going to teach quite the object lesson they’ve long been hoping for.
Oh well, you know what they say: A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. Unless the bicycle used to be a fish, I guess.
(h/t TC)
But I’m not sure it’s going to teach quite the object lesson they’ve long been hoping for.
Oh well, you know what they say: A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. Unless the bicycle used to be a fish, I guess.
(h/t TC)
Gack! [collapses in despair…]
That’s fucked up right there. Yup.
I don’t want to sound all judgey, but the kid is in for a bit of a long hard slog I think maybe. I guess that’s ok, being that it’s a relative sort of thing. It could be worse. Mostly I ignore the whole transsexual thing and when I meet them I just play along and try not to stare. But this is different. Go to your room. YOU’RE NOT MY MOM!!! For Christ’s sake your Dad’s sleeping – don’t wake her up.
No option for breast feeding.
I read a lot of John Varley stories where you could change sex pretty much whenever you liked and have kids as either. You could even change into a fish if you wanted, but probably not a bicycle.
They had to do a bit more than hormone shots and a radical mastectomy, (or turning your tackle inside out), though. Something like sucking your brains out and pumping them into a GM clone thingy.
I think they lived forever, so they probably got bored.
I’m speechless. I’m laughing uncontrollably, but I’m speechless.
The post at boingboing.net about this story, yesterday or so, has a strong candidate for most unintentionally hilarious comment thread of all time attached to it. It’s a must-see for any “stuffwhitepeoplelike”-type honky-anthropologists out there.
(I’d link, but when I try to go back past today there, the site just sits and stares at me like it’s a cheerleader and I’m a stinky dork who asked it to the prom.)
Go fuck yourself. And use protection.
That’s…strange. Oregon strange.
Well, in that context, not so much.
Actually I find this sorta distasteful.
OK psycho, I’m back… I did learn that there are divided positions in the transgender community regarding phalloplasties. Divided. Positions.
Cartman!
You know why I find this distasteful? Mostly cause he took that picture. That’s not someone who’s thinking about their kid I don’t think.
Crike. That’s it. Nothing is left.
happyfeet – At least it wasn’t a Full Monty shot.
This kid is going to be facing some Eric Cartman-style confusion in the near future.
“He is a Transgender pregnant male, but what do you make of this and do you think keeping a vagina still classes you as a man?”
Um, no? But, then again I must be a transgenderist.
He is a Transgender pregnant male
What is male about this? The vijayjay part? Nope. The prego part? Nope. The closest this thing can come to being a man is duck taping a strap-on over her cooter.
“The closest this thing can come to being a man is duck taping a strap-on over her cooter.”
Well, JD, the beard is pretty manly. But then again, I knew a lady that had a nice beard going and she was all woman…well except for the beard.
So, which is worse, a woman with facial hair, or hairy nipples?
I wonder if he made an additional 25% at his job the day he received his cosmetic penis made out of the flesh that used to be his mons and labia?
Proof! of the Patriarchy!
Methinks him also to be a dreamy object of desire for the feminists who maintain some vestigial heterosexuality. “See, Alec, why can’t you be like the man with the vagina, menses, and feelings who can share the child-bearing 50/50? It must be because you don’t want to PH-regulate your own vagina and because you enjoy teh privilege, mustn’t it?”
…do you think keeping a vagina still classes you as a man?
Keeping a vagina? Yes. Having a vagina? Absolutely not.
B Moe – Please give spew alert!
There’s an old Ozark joke about a doctor sewing a small monkey inside a man because he insisted on wanting to be pregnant. It also caused the man to become constapated so the birth was really ugly. From a book called ‘Pissing in the snow’.
on a more serious note, I was first alarmed by the picture because the testosterone that the trannie would have to take to maintain secondary male sex characteristics would doom a pregnancy. Then I read where s/he stopped taking the shots and his/her body reverted to biologically normal fertility in only 4 months.
Legally he is “male” but biologically, regardless of facial hair and no breasts, he is really female.
This is science?
I wonder who the father is.
Think about this: that feller is as much a man as Obama is black.
Well, there goes a good night’s sleep, right down the drain.
When’s the abortion?
Lovely photo. Belongs on the cover of “Vanity Fair.”
Cloning works better.
“…we have verified the pregnancy with Mr. Beatie’s gynecologistâ€Â.
We have a new entry in the “words that have never been uttered in this particular order” category.
I’d forgotten all about that one, Craig. Might have to bring that back for the longtimers.
I ain’t even gonna touch it.
I keep my vagina in the kitchen where it belongs.
I keed, I keed.
Ugh…. I normally read PW (on a PDA) with the Preferences set for Don’t download Images! (yeah, including the ex-point.) But y’all were talking about a photo, so I re-set the thing to get a look —
… and now I know why the PDA’s warning had an exclamation point….
I thought there was going to be some cool hermaphroditism. I’m so let down.
Science, what can’t it do?
Explain Nishi.