The author of the quoted piece, Mr Sophie Molly, aka Sophie Sparkles, aka Euan Weddell, is, you’ll be shocked to hear, one of those weird, cross-dressing men. The ones that women and girls should welcome into their toilets and changing rooms. His activities include boasting of demanding needless bra fittings from lingerie department shop assistants, and sharing photos of himself wearing only a ball gag and improvised nipple-clamps.
So, hey, nothing to worry about, ladies.
On changing rooms, cross-dressing, and the marking of territory.
l confess, if l had the resources, l would hire russian mobsters, the really nasty kind but DISCRETE (upon promises kept of for example, bonuses for ‘jobs’ done right to the letter) l would hire them to . . . . . . track down these delusionals and beat the living crap out of them, all the while repeating in their russian accent why the brass knuckles are landing. and a very very simple way of making it stop forever is to cease forcing their delusions on defenceless wymyn. under threat, say, of free castrations, in fitting with their gender identity.
l would gawd help me l would. l would find a way to contact the mobsters to protect my own interests, no godamn ‘amateur hour’ bungling.
an early target would be this one.
https://www.reddit.com/r/CanadaPolitics/comments/cnmtpc/bc_human_rights_tribunal_is_the_real_villain_of/
pound and pound and pound and pound xe/xwr/xim unrecognizable. severe disfigurement and lots of pain. lots of it. eyes swollen completely shut. all the front teeth smashed out. both arms broken. pounded and pounded and pounded.
but hey, thats just me . . . . .