RE: The right to mis-define oneself
June 19, 2015 at 4:29 pm
(This post was last modified: June 19, 2015 at 4:37 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
Yup, sure am. If the fighters agree to square off then that's that, for me. I don't care if it was a 95lb self identifying -and- biological female vs a 230lb self identifying -and- biological male or VV. If they want to beat each other senseless for fun and profit, I'm happy to provide them with an audience.
Who do you think I am, captian save-a-ho? I'm not worried about the girl, I'm not worried about the guy, I'm not worried about it being "fair" - and when is it ever? All that concerns me, is that someone get's knocked the fuck out. I spent an interesting afternoon in my youth as part of a NATO combined training exercise gettin beat out of my skull by a tiny israeli female. I mean really just fucked me up. No contest. If I'd undergone surgery and self identified as a women...guess what...she'd still have beaten the shit out of me.
It''s almost as if you think it's impossible for opponents to be matched (or mismatched) based upon skill, rather than whether or not their fingers slide up and in when they put them between their legs? If this example is an extreme one, the dilemma seems pretty tame, to me.
Who do you think I am, captian save-a-ho? I'm not worried about the girl, I'm not worried about the guy, I'm not worried about it being "fair" - and when is it ever? All that concerns me, is that someone get's knocked the fuck out. I spent an interesting afternoon in my youth as part of a NATO combined training exercise gettin beat out of my skull by a tiny israeli female. I mean really just fucked me up. No contest. If I'd undergone surgery and self identified as a women...guess what...she'd still have beaten the shit out of me.
It''s almost as if you think it's impossible for opponents to be matched (or mismatched) based upon skill, rather than whether or not their fingers slide up and in when they put them between their legs? If this example is an extreme one, the dilemma seems pretty tame, to me.
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