Maya Dillard Smith, the interim director of the Georgia chapter of the ACLU, resigned this week over the group's support of the rights of trans people to use the right bathroom. Why? Well, in a statement provided to Atlanta Progressive News , Smith explains:
I call complete and total BULLSHIT on her story. It's always so convenient. It's always "they scared my children!" Sure. It sounds like she's describing drag queens and I'll bet you anything it was then they all walked into a Hamburger Mary's and not even into the restroom.
True story: I am 41, my brother is 44 (well, both of us are almost those ages in less than 2 months)...our parents have never had "the talk" with us. I guess it's not too late still, eh?
Does this mean that I can demand laws for separate rest rooms for the races because my children would be scared and confused if they saw a blah in the rest room, and I wouldn't know how to explain that to them?
When someone made a crude joke about transsexuals around the Aquaria Spawn when he was a wee lad of 3 or so, he asked me what that was. I told him about the people who were born girls and thought they were boys or vice versa.
He tilted his head to the side, and said, "You mean like Emma? She looks like a girl, but she's actually a boy." Emma was one of the other children at his day care.
My mother's fried chicken was frightening. I ended up learning to make real fried chicken from my grandmother for Sunday dinner, so that we could sleep at night.
It doesn't surprise me. I've encountered several African-Americans who hated gays. I've even heard them say that it's wrong to call gays minorities, and have no sensible reason for thinking that way, other than what boiled down to gays being icky.
When my daughter was about 7, we were watching TV when two male characters kissed. Her eyes almost fell out of her head, she asked a HEAP of questions, and we visited the library (it was before the Googles) for as much information as we could get our hands on. At the end of about a week we were both better informed and the world went on.
My son asked multiple questions about fish and dinosaurs that I, like many parents, was ill-equipped to answer. I did not advocate for the banning of fish and dinosaurs.
At my 6 year old son's elementary school there's a transgender 3rd grader, my son knew him when he was Camilla and is still friends with him now that he's Cam. I never had to have the talk with him because I never treated it like it was something weird that I needed to have a talk with him about. He doesn't care at all and neither do any of the rest of the kids at his school.
...I memorized random facts so that I would never be stumped by simple questions like that. I also enjoy lecturing, so my kid would get bored by the answer long before I was done.
If all the anecdotal trans people we've heard about recently really existed, they'd wildly out-populate the mundanes.
Oh man, an actual woman-hating gay in the wild! I'm young enough that for a long time I thought Perez Hilton was the only real one.
"I once burst into inconsolable tears because we drove past a stable and I was suddenly convinced I was a foundling and my real parents were horses."
Why the long face?
I call complete and total BULLSHIT on her story. It's always so convenient. It's always "they scared my children!" Sure. It sounds like she's describing drag queens and I'll bet you anything it was then they all walked into a Hamburger Mary's and not even into the restroom.
True story: I am 41, my brother is 44 (well, both of us are almost those ages in less than 2 months)...our parents have never had "the talk" with us. I guess it's not too late still, eh?
Does this mean that I can demand laws for separate rest rooms for the races because my children would be scared and confused if they saw a blah in the rest room, and I wouldn't know how to explain that to them?
When someone made a crude joke about transsexuals around the Aquaria Spawn when he was a wee lad of 3 or so, he asked me what that was. I told him about the people who were born girls and thought they were boys or vice versa.
He tilted his head to the side, and said, "You mean like Emma? She looks like a girl, but she's actually a boy." Emma was one of the other children at his day care.
I only smiled and said, yes, like that.
Emma is now Justin, and quite happy about it.
My mother's fried chicken was frightening. I ended up learning to make real fried chicken from my grandmother for Sunday dinner, so that we could sleep at night.
I was terrified of Mr. Clean ads when I was a kid. When they had creepy pedo vibes like this one, who could blame me?
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It doesn't surprise me. I've encountered several African-Americans who hated gays. I've even heard them say that it's wrong to call gays minorities, and have no sensible reason for thinking that way, other than what boiled down to gays being icky.
When my daughter was about 7, we were watching TV when two male characters kissed. Her eyes almost fell out of her head, she asked a HEAP of questions, and we visited the library (it was before the Googles) for as much information as we could get our hands on. At the end of about a week we were both better informed and the world went on.
My son asked multiple questions about fish and dinosaurs that I, like many parents, was ill-equipped to answer. I did not advocate for the banning of fish and dinosaurs.
It's stories like this that help me keep my faith in humanity. Thank you.
At my 6 year old son's elementary school there's a transgender 3rd grader, my son knew him when he was Camilla and is still friends with him now that he's Cam. I never had to have the talk with him because I never treated it like it was something weird that I needed to have a talk with him about. He doesn't care at all and neither do any of the rest of the kids at his school.
...I memorized random facts so that I would never be stumped by simple questions like that. I also enjoy lecturing, so my kid would get bored by the answer long before I was done.
I was told there would be no math.
Not to mention Room 222. Karen Valentine scares the shit out of me.