Gender Neutral

There is a big push right now in society for gender self-identification.  People want the right to choose what gender they want to be.  If you’re not happy with being a man, just overcome it with the sheer power of your mind.  Will it hard enough, and your genitalia will suddenly change into what it was “always supposed to be.”

This is a new, and frankly asinine, take on sexual orientation.  It is no longer enough to corrupt God’s creation by choosing to be with someone of the same gender.  People must now justify it by claiming that God messed up in the first place, because they aren’t the gender they were meant to be.  But it’s okay, because they can fix it by simply choosing to be something different.  So, if a man chooses to be with another man, it’s okay, because he identifies as a woman inside.  The whole concept of making something so just by saying it is so is ludicrous.  Simply saying I’m a woman does not change the science involved that would prove that I am in fact a man.

It has gotten so far out of hand, that people have started to push this concept down to children.  Society is in outrage at parents that dress their little girls in pink and their little boys in blue.  They are appalled at buying girls dolls and dressing them up as princesses.  Apparently, the only acceptable thing to do anymore is to buy a little girl a doll and an action figure and let her choose which gender she wants to identify with. 

Do we really think that children are thinking about this stupid stuff?!  Only adults who have lost their purity and innocence could come up with this junk.  People so lost in the sin of their own self-righteousness that they have to find ways to destroy the beauty of the original creation. 

Well, I’m going to teach my daughter to be a girl.  I’m going to teach her that it’s okay not to be a man, because she’s special and beautiful just the way she is.  I’m going to teach her to celebrate the differences in the genders, because those differences compliment each other.  I’m not going to teach her that everyone is the same, and the world is just a blending of cross-over confusion.  If she wants to dress up in a fluffy dress, then I’ll put a tiara on her head and treat her like the princess that she is.  

And if she decides to get a little more edgy and go for something a little more badass, then we’ll get her a mask instead of a tiara, so she can be a princess by day and a crime-fighter by night!  Cleaning up the playgrounds in style.  

"Bring it, you overgrown turds!  I'll kick your behinds without even getting my tutu dirty!"