Fuck it's only Friday 13th
Nardo the Brave and the Transgender Agenda
Ok, so it’s a month since Nardo was let go from his grandiose baking job.
Ovarian Mender Transgender Bender
Nardo hasn’t made much effort to get back on his high horse. He is feeling ashamed for failing, which is understandable, with much empathy and support from GF and patience from me to try get him back on his feet and stop feeling sorry for himself. I think it hurt his pride deeply to fail. I would feel the same way, a guy’s work is connected to his identity and our pride as providers. At least for me. Nevertheless, there he is like a ghost just coming out to eat for to argue with mom. But getting let go is his own damn fault for thinking he could do a serious job with 4 hours of sleep given his disability.
O, Pulleeeaze!
First off with all his disabilities of being blind in one eye, a head injury and ten years of medication that has produced schizophrenic bipolar tendencies in him, where his go to solution is mainly to drink. Although the Alcostat herbal patch has reduced his desire to drink, he still seems to need to drown his sorrow in drink. Nevertheless, he’s been sneaking off and grabbing a bottle to anesthetize himself, then coming home and stuffing his face with too much fast food and then going downstairs to sleep it off leaving a trail of mess behind him. He seems really challenged by this.
He’s been hiding out in his room during the day, on the computer, then when GF goes to work he plays remote video games on his Xbox, leaving shit lying around in the kitchen for her to come home to. So, he’s avoiding us as well as his friends, except for one young woman social worker who is in a worse traumatized state than he is, having been accosted by a client like him at her work. She was traumatized by it. He runs to her rescue, probably out of some kind of guilt for the people he’s hurt in his day, if he remembers anything. The stranger, an old lady, he punched in the face out in public, with no rational reason other than she was at the wrong time in the wrong place. He was on psych meds on that occasion. They arrested him and threw him in jail, then the judge let him go, because he cried victim of the system or something.
He is avoiding his game mates since he was let go, and fabricates stories about why he wasn’t fired. He says the reason he doesn’t hang out with his friends now, is that one of his mates who is gay, wants Nardo to introduce him to his trans buddies, who is stalking those friends on FB and posting derogatory remarks. He told one game buddy that his baking boss had sold the company and therefore let him go because he was the last hire. Then he told someone else that the guy’s wife died and he was let go because he was the last hire. He didn’t tell them he fucked up the mixtures and made a mess on the job and was too tired to focus on the task he was hired to do. The owners are actually a steadfast christian family who tried to give him a chance to prove himself. He seems to think he’s a baker, but he’s a legend in his own mind, since he has screwed up the mixtures and burns things, including his bridges with friends. He seems to be rationalizing his hurt pride with grandiosity, like a 2 year old who cries “Not me!”
We encouraged him not to beat himself up over it, and just go find something that isn’t out of his range of skill and ability. We suggested he take a career focus workshop to reassess what he is capable of doing. Also just try part time instead of full on employment and work his way up to something instead of jumping in over his head. He overreaches and is overambitious and then sets himself up for failure. It’s like he sabotages himself and then goes through the whole drinking thing all over again.He seems to think drinking is the least of his problems, yet that is what fucks him up, now and then. He seems determined to become self-reliant, but at whose expense? Except when he’s not even reliable to others or to himself. Delusions of grandeur dance through his head. But wait! The dough thickens.
So about all this estrogen shit, where his testosterone tempers his pride and he acts like Quasimodo in drag, Nardo’s been getting estrogen treatments to transgender for a couple of months now, but his body is rejecting it, so he says that the alternative is to inject the shit right into his veins, to help himself emasculate. Or alternatively to get an ovarian transplant from some dead woman to make himself female, because that is what will solve all his problems. She says she can’t fathom another woman’s ovaries in her son, over her dead body. Let’s hope it never comes to that. He tells GF that his transgender AA sponsor tells him that she never went clean from alcohol until 7 years after her sex change, like the two are somehow connected. Or at least they are in his mind. She accuses GF of some political correctness thing, like it’s all about blaming his mother. GF tells him he has to get counselling and get himself stable because she can’t deal with his fallout anymore. She has read into transgender and finds that aside from the odd success story, there are also miserably failed attempts, and worries for him. She wants him to consider the consequences, like his drinking and being able to take care of himself through gainful employment before turning his gender upside down. It’s a catch-22 and he’s turning into a monster instead. She tells him he knows nothing of the space a woman has to hold in this world, or what it is like to be a mother and that he should consider that his delusions are a reflection of today’s disadvantaged youth and the world, to which he would also agree.
I think there is loads of opportunity, if you just look for it. I think if he were more understanding of his disability and more patient with himself, he would find his way. He landed a dream job at a gaming cafe, best of both worlds, where he could cook and host games simultaneously. It had potential to become management for the company. It’s the new thing for the young gaming generation. However, I think he ran into a situation where he burnt some muffins and was reprimanded, which doesn’t sit well with his ego, so he decided to make the employer wrong and move on to save his pride from humility or embarrassment yet once again. So he builds himself up to be better than thou and reaches for something he can’t really handle, like a full time night job sacking flour and baking bread.
Meanwhile GF fears that he can’t take care of himself properly, as he continues to sulk and hide from the world. She is worried that he will never get his shit together to become self-sustaining. He just seems to go further down the rabbit hole when left to his own devices. He’s the stupidest brute I’ve known since my construction days. Dumbass as a bag of hammers when it comes to relationships. I have artist friends who exhibit more effeminate behaviour and caring than he is ever able to show, and even construction workers who show humility in themselves and consideration for those they live with, rather than blame everyone else for their own insecurities.
The problem is that Nardo is a cocksucker with a bull headed disposition innate, and although GF is trying desperately to be understanding, she is tiring of his stupid pate. His loud overbearing behaviour really doesn’t seem feminine in any way. He argues with GF that she doesn’t believe him, that she is somehow responsible for his failing. So enter estrogen. Growing of breasts and replacing the equipment with ovarian parts. How in hell does he perceive that this is the answer to all his problems, when he can’t even accept cover the bases in his own weaknesses and face the music to be honest with himself? GF is giving him a year to work himself out, after that he is on his own come what may. She is exhausted of dealing with his insecurity and failure from drink. He needs to get straight. He needs to stay with AA. He needs to have proper nourishment. He needs to find some shades of grey and stop being so set on black or white thinking. He needs to be honest with himself, like Clint Eastwood (Dirty Harry) says, “A man’s got to know his limitations!” And maybe that means not trying to be a woman when you’re obviously a dumb male.
British Fertility Society calls on NHS to offer egg storage for trans men
https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2018/01/04/british-fertility-society-calls-on-nhs-to-offer-egg-storage-for-trans-men/
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Ok, so it’s a month since Nardo was let go from his grandiose baking job.
Ovarian Mender Transgender Bender
Nardo hasn’t made much effort to get back on his high horse. He is feeling ashamed for failing, which is understandable, with much empathy and support from GF and patience from me to try get him back on his feet and stop feeling sorry for himself. I think it hurt his pride deeply to fail. I would feel the same way, a guy’s work is connected to his identity and our pride as providers. At least for me. Nevertheless, there he is like a ghost just coming out to eat for to argue with mom. But getting let go is his own damn fault for thinking he could do a serious job with 4 hours of sleep given his disability.
O, Pulleeeaze!
First off with all his disabilities of being blind in one eye, a head injury and ten years of medication that has produced schizophrenic bipolar tendencies in him, where his go to solution is mainly to drink. Although the Alcostat herbal patch has reduced his desire to drink, he still seems to need to drown his sorrow in drink. Nevertheless, he’s been sneaking off and grabbing a bottle to anesthetize himself, then coming home and stuffing his face with too much fast food and then going downstairs to sleep it off leaving a trail of mess behind him. He seems really challenged by this.
He’s been hiding out in his room during the day, on the computer, then when GF goes to work he plays remote video games on his Xbox, leaving shit lying around in the kitchen for her to come home to. So, he’s avoiding us as well as his friends, except for one young woman social worker who is in a worse traumatized state than he is, having been accosted by a client like him at her work. She was traumatized by it. He runs to her rescue, probably out of some kind of guilt for the people he’s hurt in his day, if he remembers anything. The stranger, an old lady, he punched in the face out in public, with no rational reason other than she was at the wrong time in the wrong place. He was on psych meds on that occasion. They arrested him and threw him in jail, then the judge let him go, because he cried victim of the system or something.
He is avoiding his game mates since he was let go, and fabricates stories about why he wasn’t fired. He says the reason he doesn’t hang out with his friends now, is that one of his mates who is gay, wants Nardo to introduce him to his trans buddies, who is stalking those friends on FB and posting derogatory remarks. He told one game buddy that his baking boss had sold the company and therefore let him go because he was the last hire. Then he told someone else that the guy’s wife died and he was let go because he was the last hire. He didn’t tell them he fucked up the mixtures and made a mess on the job and was too tired to focus on the task he was hired to do. The owners are actually a steadfast christian family who tried to give him a chance to prove himself. He seems to think he’s a baker, but he’s a legend in his own mind, since he has screwed up the mixtures and burns things, including his bridges with friends. He seems to be rationalizing his hurt pride with grandiosity, like a 2 year old who cries “Not me!”
We encouraged him not to beat himself up over it, and just go find something that isn’t out of his range of skill and ability. We suggested he take a career focus workshop to reassess what he is capable of doing. Also just try part time instead of full on employment and work his way up to something instead of jumping in over his head. He overreaches and is overambitious and then sets himself up for failure. It’s like he sabotages himself and then goes through the whole drinking thing all over again.He seems to think drinking is the least of his problems, yet that is what fucks him up, now and then. He seems determined to become self-reliant, but at whose expense? Except when he’s not even reliable to others or to himself. Delusions of grandeur dance through his head. But wait! The dough thickens.
So about all this estrogen shit, where his testosterone tempers his pride and he acts like Quasimodo in drag, Nardo’s been getting estrogen treatments to transgender for a couple of months now, but his body is rejecting it, so he says that the alternative is to inject the shit right into his veins, to help himself emasculate. Or alternatively to get an ovarian transplant from some dead woman to make himself female, because that is what will solve all his problems. She says she can’t fathom another woman’s ovaries in her son, over her dead body. Let’s hope it never comes to that. He tells GF that his transgender AA sponsor tells him that she never went clean from alcohol until 7 years after her sex change, like the two are somehow connected. Or at least they are in his mind. She accuses GF of some political correctness thing, like it’s all about blaming his mother. GF tells him he has to get counselling and get himself stable because she can’t deal with his fallout anymore. She has read into transgender and finds that aside from the odd success story, there are also miserably failed attempts, and worries for him. She wants him to consider the consequences, like his drinking and being able to take care of himself through gainful employment before turning his gender upside down. It’s a catch-22 and he’s turning into a monster instead. She tells him he knows nothing of the space a woman has to hold in this world, or what it is like to be a mother and that he should consider that his delusions are a reflection of today’s disadvantaged youth and the world, to which he would also agree.
I think there is loads of opportunity, if you just look for it. I think if he were more understanding of his disability and more patient with himself, he would find his way. He landed a dream job at a gaming cafe, best of both worlds, where he could cook and host games simultaneously. It had potential to become management for the company. It’s the new thing for the young gaming generation. However, I think he ran into a situation where he burnt some muffins and was reprimanded, which doesn’t sit well with his ego, so he decided to make the employer wrong and move on to save his pride from humility or embarrassment yet once again. So he builds himself up to be better than thou and reaches for something he can’t really handle, like a full time night job sacking flour and baking bread.
Meanwhile GF fears that he can’t take care of himself properly, as he continues to sulk and hide from the world. She is worried that he will never get his shit together to become self-sustaining. He just seems to go further down the rabbit hole when left to his own devices. He’s the stupidest brute I’ve known since my construction days. Dumbass as a bag of hammers when it comes to relationships. I have artist friends who exhibit more effeminate behaviour and caring than he is ever able to show, and even construction workers who show humility in themselves and consideration for those they live with, rather than blame everyone else for their own insecurities.
The problem is that Nardo is a cocksucker with a bull headed disposition innate, and although GF is trying desperately to be understanding, she is tiring of his stupid pate. His loud overbearing behaviour really doesn’t seem feminine in any way. He argues with GF that she doesn’t believe him, that she is somehow responsible for his failing. So enter estrogen. Growing of breasts and replacing the equipment with ovarian parts. How in hell does he perceive that this is the answer to all his problems, when he can’t even accept cover the bases in his own weaknesses and face the music to be honest with himself? GF is giving him a year to work himself out, after that he is on his own come what may. She is exhausted of dealing with his insecurity and failure from drink. He needs to get straight. He needs to stay with AA. He needs to have proper nourishment. He needs to find some shades of grey and stop being so set on black or white thinking. He needs to be honest with himself, like Clint Eastwood (Dirty Harry) says, “A man’s got to know his limitations!” And maybe that means not trying to be a woman when you’re obviously a dumb male.
British Fertility Society calls on NHS to offer egg storage for trans men
https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2018/01/04/british-fertility-society-calls-on-nhs-to-offer-egg-storage-for-trans-men/
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