Eddie Izzard Meets the Monkey’s Paw

As Plain as the Prick in Your Face

Moms—unless you died early not of your own volition—on your heads this is.  How did you so fuck up these boys?

Drag is a vicious form of envy—a savage resentment of womanness at its core.  It’s not kids playing dress-up with whatever they find in someone else’s closet.  It gets on the streetcar called Ridicule and smashes full-speed into Grotesque and then glories in it.

It’s not satire, because to be a woman is not an absurd proposition.  Women are a normal biological reality. 

Why can’t some men stand being themselves?  Don’t ask me.  The insatiable hungers driving transsexuals to try to build chrysalides which they can never burst through as what they desire arise from a grim fell world I’d rather know nothing about.  But even those trying to live quietly and plausibly as a sex not their own still become caricatures of ladies.  The essence ain’t there.  But if that’s the only way you can grab onto something that can keep you alive and functioning as a person, you’ll still need to observe certain boundaries.  Your pain doesn’t give you rights where they don’t and shouldn’t exist.

Drag is something else.  It belongs somewhere else.  It belongs in adult venues, kinky as you wanna be, whatever it switches on for you and for them.

Predators, they have their natures, and you’d best understand them.  They’ll always smell the air for prey. 

Children aren’t amuses gueules for the appetites of others.  There is no such thing as a family-friendly drag show.  The only friendliness shown is to the desires of men who wish to seduce children by whatever means can be somehow made allowable.

I wrote this today after reading this and this.  I’d subscribed (for free) to Freddie DeBoer’s blog because his writing seemed so good and he was exceptional at describing his experience of mental illness and the essentials of treatment to enable people to function within the parameters of as healthy a life as can be hoped for.

But on this issue he’s a moron—not even an idiot, which may have some misguided energy to it, but just a dolt.  And he’s thereby facilitating the stupidity of others who haven’t the wit to understand the first principles of parenting and of caregiving to children.

And—please don’t use the arguments of some, that children are innocent.  That word has no place here, it’s not the point most necessary to be made.   Children are immature.  They learn from everything and everyone around them.  If you try to demolish their natural instincts, their sense of boundaries, their ability to recognize when something seems not quite right, you are disrupting their healthy development and disabling the antennae they need to navigate the world as safely as can be hoped for.

Why would anyone do that?