Last week a clip from something called “Timcast” went viral. Some round-faced, beady-eyed stoner (I think that’s “Tim”) was debating a manic Robert Downey Jr. look-alike (I guess that’s “cast”) about trannies.

Robert Downeysyndrome was telling Tiny-eyed Tim that the massive uptick in young people declaring themselves tranny isn’t due to some “fad” or the fact that today’s young’uns are so un-special they have to use identity in lieu of character.

No, Irondeficiency Man argued. It’s just that LGBTs are finally free to identify as they please!

It’s like being left-handed, he explained. Back when left-handers were considered “satanic,” nobody self-identified as such. But following southpaw emancipation, the number of people identifying as sinister skyrocketed, because they finally felt comfortable to be their true selves!

“We’re in a situation right now where it’s safer than ever for people to come out…if they’re queer, bisexual, whatever it is, and because of that they feel safer expressing that.”

The “left-handed” argument is popular among Gen Zers. And of course it is. The notion that trannies have always existed in massive numbers but they’ve been too scared to come forward is psychologically necessary Gen Z cope, because the truth of the matter—that Zoomers are so weak-minded and suggestible, peer pressure can persuade them to cut off their dicks—is something nobody would want to face about their generation. The left-handed fallacy is pushed by hacks like John Oliver because it resonates so well with those stupid enough to live as though the past never happened.

My question for the young morons who think theirs is the first generation in which LGBT people feel “safe to come out” is, who the fuck do you think died during the AIDS epidemic?

Nuns? You think AIDS was like Covid, only taking old ladies in rest homes?

It’s a posthumous ignominy for every freakazoid who died of AIDS in the 1980s: Today’s kids deny they even existed.

The late 1970s/early ’80s was one wild-ass time. Everything went. That’s why AIDS burned through the gay community like a brushfire. I started junior high in 1980. Majority black school. Most of the white kids (myself included) and all of the gayboi blacks (the ones with no appetite for sports beyond getting an eyeful in the shower room) were in theater class. And I’ll tell you, during those pre-AIDS years with them theater kids, there wasn’t a thing that could be sucked that wasn’t being sucked or an orifice that could be stuffed that wasn’t. We had gay. We had bi. We had one kid whose specialty was autoerotic asphyxiation. Kids would drop acid and do the wildest shit. Our drama teacher, far from being a civilizing force, joined in.

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