Did you know there was such a thing as a menstrual health activist? Neither did we, and we didn't want to, either. We also didn't know men could have periods.
A recent Huffington Post article celebrates such a person. Her name is Cass Clemmer, a transgender person who released a photo on Instagram to "broaden the cultural understanding of the different types of people who experience menstruation."
You see, Cass wants you to think that she is a man but her body isn't cooperating with that definition. So, she's upset about that and wants to absolutely gross you out so you can realize the depth of your own bias. Or something like that. Here's what she wrote:
Y’all know I’m trans and queer,
And what that means for me all around,
Is something that’s neither there nor here,
It’s a happy, scary middle ground.
So when I talk gender inclusion,
And I wrote these rhymes to help you see,
I’m not tryna bring up something shallow,
Periods are honestly pretty traumatic for me.
See my life is very clearly marked,
Like a red border cut up a nation,
A time before and a time beyond,
The mark of my first menstruation.
So let me take you back,
To the details that I can still recall,
Of the day I gained my first period,
And the day that I lost it all.
I was 15 and still happy,
Running around, all chest bared and buck,
Climbing trees, digging holes,
And no one gave a single fuck.
I mean I think my ma was worried,
So I went and grew out my locks,
A sign I was normal, still a girl,
A painted neon sign for my gender box.
So, the day I got my period,
My god, a day so proud,
This little andro fucked up kid,
Had been bestowed the straight, cis shroud.
The relief got all meshed up in my pain,
In that moment, I sat down and cried,
Just thanking god I was normal,
While mourning the freedom that had died.
Everyone told me my hips would grow,
I looked at them and couldn't stop crying,
"What's wrong with you? You'll be a woman!"
They kept celebrating a child dying.
See my body had betrayed me,
That red dot, the wax seal,
On a contract left there broken,
A gender identity that wasn’t real.
Most people deal with blood and tissue,
And yet my body forces me to surrender,
Cause every time I get my cycle,
Is another day I shed my gender.
My boobs betray me first,
I feel them stretching out my binder,
I send up questions, "am I cursed?"
And wish to god that she was kinder.
The five days it flows,
I try to breathe, I dissociate,
While my body rips outs parts of me,
Leaving nothing but a shell of hate.
The blood drips from an open wound,
Of a war waging deep inside my corpse,
The battle between mind and body,
Immovable object; unstoppable
Yeah, don't quit your day job, Longfellow. And here's the photo that has spread over the internet like an accident you can't unsee:
I, for one, am sick of being told by leftist radicals that conservatives are anti-science. No more. Leftists demand that you ignore science and biology just to get into a conversation about trans issues. But, as the photo above reveals, reality has a vote. And it always wins.