I'm so fucking angry, no not angry more sorrowful, no more despondent, no more impotent: No the real truth is that I'm all these things and more. Right now I feel so emotionally charged it's difficult to lay it down here in black and white.
This purging is gonna relate directly to TG feelings but really I believe you could apply the fundamentals to many many different people in the world.
Right, before you go any further visit: ukangels.news and read the stories relating to Tesia/Ben Brownlee and Paula Greenall. Then come back to here.
You done that yeah?
Hope so 'cos u gonna get that threatened uncompromising attitude now and if you haven't read the stories then you'll get no context and if you have no context then this will mean fuck all and if anything, anywhere on this site should MEAN something then it's this.
Here we are in the 21stcentury, men fly to the moon and beyond. My place in the world has constant running water - not just water but hot or cold running water -, food I can chuck in the bin cos I can't be bothered to cook it before a "best before" date even though I can still eat it beyond that date, I can talk to someone on the other side of the world instantly or I can jump in a machine and travel 100 miles without getting wet. Do you get what I'm saying? Nothing is hard for us any more, nothing (on a generalised level) is life or death. We have, in the western world at least, a massive surplus of everything which we are lucky enough to be able to turn towards our own indulgence. And we do. The history of human civilisation is littered with momentous discoveries, achievements and advancement. But what do we do with the unprecedented wealth we're given? That's right we piss them away without even knowing we had them to begin with.

Do we take our extra leisure time and use it to increase our understanding of the world? Do we take it outside and extend our understanding of our fellow humans? Do we fuck, we sit in front of a glass fronted plastic box and soak up whatever version of the truth we're tuned into. If we are really brave we might read a newspaper instead and trustingly take in the particular viewpoint espoused by that particular publication, more interested in attracting the right market sector (and so flogging more valuable advertising space) than a true reporting of the facts.

So the more advanced we get, the more fat we get, the more comfortable we get, the more slack we get : fuck! the more parasitic we get, so we just get worse and worse. Surely with all the resources we have we should be advancing human consciousness in leaps and bounds. But no the more we get the more we retreat and reduce.
With all I've just laid out before you how can we get to the point where society drives 2 young people to death, simply because they are "different".Different? What the fuck does that mean, "different" to what? What is the baseline against which "different" can be measured? I could turn off word right now switch on Internet Explorer and within seconds I could give you so many million versions of "different" as to make the very concept of "not different" totally fucking absurd.

I guess the thing with being TG is that it is (past a certain point) a visible in your face "different", something easy and lazy to latch onto. So many "differents" can't be seen they are hidden away behind the eyes. How simple is it to deflect the paranoia of discovery away onto something easy to see? Too easy, and we are fed our lines daily by some unknown influence steering the input into our heads.
And the braindead masses who buy into all this shit and regurgitate it as even more trite stupendously simplistic bollox gives rise to nothing but contempt in my eyes. How fucking lazy and cowardly can you get? Too timid and pathetic to be able to formulate their own independent opinion, falling back on the safety of someone else's stance is far too easy and safe. Minimum effort, minimum risk, minimum intelligence: there's the gospel for the 21st century. And the result of the new gospels? Our young people are being driven to untimely depths - outcasts and misfits, lonely and scarred. A world to be proud of eh?
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