A end of year edition

Given some of the distance I have travelled in the last year in looking at what I really felt like saying for what would be a kind of End of Year post it is hard to know really where to begin although a couple of weeks back I did write at length about the break between transgendered age regressors and myself as I found how I felt I was being pushed and feeling less and less at home in it.

Also I have written more on here as writing anything not Modern Liberalism  on Tumblr is effectively an account suicidal move about  how sex equality - the notion we treat one another as equals in pay, voting and educational opportunities - has moved toward one of female supremacy and reverse sex discrimination with presumed guilt for sexual offences (note I don't condone them but believe cases ought be reviewed before trial, that names should be anonymous and that statute of limitations should stand) and with men being denied opportunities because "50% of the population should be represented no matter what" not on the basis of actual skills and abilities to do undertake the task.

There is nothing wrong with women voting and even standing for Election  but expecting others to 'hold the baby' be they men, their own mothers or whoever just isn't right and that reaches the nadir of having a "Locum M.P." a Member of Parliament who stands in for a MP who has a Baby while going on about Toxic Masculinity and Male Privilege which is what we have here. If you chose to have  something that was a responsibility then it's reasonable to be expected to do it first.

While bearing no personal ill-feeling toward those young girls who are in Scouting who do put much effort into it, I have and continued to talk this year about why girls and women invading the spaces of boys (and men) that have for decades provided support and nurture for them is wrong.
It's hardly a new observation but when and wherever it has happened, choirs, scouting and so on, boys just drift away as the culture and sometimes rules change to accommodate girls. 
If girls activities are insufficiently challenging, change those girls programs that folk run for  them such as "Girl Scouts" or in the UK, "GirlGuidingUK" to match what modern girls want and feel ready for.
If a Girls Section doesn't exist, then make one just for them that they feel comfortable with rather than removing the spaces boys need to grow, to be honest with each other.

Another area has been Gender Identity which needless to say is both personal and at times a very prickly area on social media that I have talked about.
Let's try to get things straight, no holds bar but fair minded.
Gender Identity is the new litmus test of acceptance in Liberal circles but is little more than by defining features of any one society at any one point in time into either Masculine or Feminine boxes and saying on that basis alone, you are male or female and if you don't fit well we'll make boxes for you so you do.

We substitute Gender - the social expression and presentation in life in roles commonly associated with any one Sex for Sex.
In my life I can recall only too well as a boy to wear *any* kind of pink was seen as girlish but today football and rugby players can and do play with pink tops and they are still very much men for it.   
In 1975 a girl who wanted to play soccer rather than netball or hockey would be seen as a 'TomBoy' while in 2019 she's...just a girl.

A thirteen year old me never knew what 'non-binary' meant back then, we know boys who did somethings associated with girls and vice-versa and some clothes were 'unisex' which is a great term cos they could of said 'unigender' today but back then we knew the difference.

In 2019 they'd be whisked to a Gender Clinic while being encouraged to 'explore' their gender typically in the throws of child development and the maelstorm that is adolescence with all the uncertainties and awkwardness it brings.

The difference meant a unisex item could be worn by either sex but you WERE a SEX and non-binary implies you have no sex and no notion of identity built on sex which every four and five year old has. They know it's between the legs and that girls can have babies and boys have the ability to make a baby inside a girl. How can you say you have no sex?

Sex in any event is not the same as sexual drive either so you may not be sexual, you may be hetro, gay or Bi but still have a Sex identity.

You are still exploring the totality of you in no real position to know anymore what it would be to be a male or female than I'd of knowing what life as a lion might be and say do I identify as one.

All of which is denied with smears, "safe spaces" and the like on social media, in liberal society with threats of hate crimes and losing your job.

Growing up isn't and wasn't easy, the over influence of women in teaching, in specialist facilities who had a sex-less view to the point male grooming and hygiene was never mentioned because to be disabled was in practice through them to be sex-less and you had to fight 'woke' agendas that favoured giving the most opportunity to the least able.

That was where the seeds of ambiguity were planted and others tried to harvest because you weren't around men even if you were looking for male role models to the point you disconnect in some of the more mundane ways because you have to settle for what is available.  And it's not fulfilling.

The realization within that group I mentioned that for all that had happened I was holding out for my SEX, that it had a value and that I like to be like other boys and adult males lead to me spending more time around wholly male groups of adult littles this time.

It wasn't that like them I was wearing shorts, specifically grey school shorts anyway as I was moving further away from that other group, it was the remainder, the wanting for the first time in eons to wear the Jockey whites all the others just did as I identified totally with being that SEX. I wanted to BE that B-O-Y and so I just bought a supply and did it as I learned to reconnect, owning my real identity.

That was and is the thing that's spread across this Blog, the fact I got my identity back feeling comfortable with it to the point I tore down the messy past in other circles and came out as male with no remakes and no explanations.

No longer was I a 'they' or 'the poster' on those sites as I was a He, a Him addressed and referred to by my sex for the very first time. I was being gendered. Yay!

We end 2019 much further along the path than it was in the beginning of the year.
The significance of the Jockey's I saw others wearing and followed suit was the support it provided for what is defined in them: my SEX.

Like the boy in the poster whatever differences in stature and age between any man in any group of three, when we are lined up in just a vest and jockeys we are instantly identifiable as males.

Today I have older men that talk with me, they provide me with male to male support and guidance helping shape and inform better this whole matter of being one free from feminine influences, teaching me to hold my own as a male.

And in 2019 I feel good about being obviously a sex, being a male among others and being regarded as one by all. I identify as one with no ifs, buts or maybes.