Onward … Apocalypse

Apparently, a woman (which is what, exactly) without a uterus (for whatever reason) got one donated to her so she could birth a baby. 

This is now a thing, methinks.

And of course, because Lucifer likes his fun, transgender persons born male (see TIFs) now have the possibility of getting a womb donated, implanted, impregnated, and C-sectioned to gestate(?) a baby(?) inside their biologically male body, nestled among the intestines.

Hmmm … interesting.  Frightening, more so.

Still need the raw materials (i.e., womb, eggs, menses, y’know) but hey, maybe some woke women (which is what, exactly) will step up and volunteer, let TIFs experience what it’s really like to be a woman (which is— you get the point)

Not too long ago the Rainbow Mafia protested Aretha Franklin’s eternal classic “(You Make Me Feel Like A) Natural Woman” as trans-exclusive because apparently “natural woman” is offensive because TIFs are not / can not / and will never be … that so assume must silence truth because truth gives the icks.

If a person is surgically-created and medically-maintained, requiring a plethora of synthetic hormones and immunosuppressants, exactly what kind of drug soup will this fetus be simmering in?  And if it grows up neurodivergent or socio-psychologically dysfunctional or just plain-old chicken coop crazy, then what?  Was that still a good idea?  Because feelings?

I suppose methinks the debt to biological truth has been forgiven. 

Wonder if we’ll need a form 1099-C for that?