Steph: The Endo-Bro

TERF Wars is a snappy, handy term when discussing the batshittery of trans rights activism, but it doesn't really do justice to how bitter, infuriating and incomprehensibly stupid it is.

It's been vicious and bloody, until - - uh! What was that? - we looked up, and with a flurry of trumpets and bright lights, they came, to show us the way - to be reasonable. To talk, and to listen.

They are TransLucent, formerly Steph's Place, and reasonable is their middle name.


Reasonable. Feminist. 69 years young - lol! Steph - a raconteur.

Unlike some, TransLucent know respectability can matter.
Well, it might be that, but they're also aware their wives have been pushed right to the fucking limit and cannot, will not, tolerate another social humiliation what-so-fucking-ever.

They paid taxes and mortgages before all this y'know, so despite putting outrageous, ridiculous demands on society, they are not inclined to lob all their life's work into the "fuck it, I'm proper mental" cart.

This makes the activists who go screaming outside the EHRC while self-dousing in piss look like pretty awkward bedfellows, but don't be fooled - Steph may be all professional photoshoot, twiddling his glasses like a brilliantly sharp receptionist. He may have a well-feathered wig, but when it comes to aims, Steph and the exhibitionist golden shower gang are singing from the same hymn (or indeed, plastic bed) sheet.


Budgie (cock) smuggling - by which I mean, taxonomic classification would posit a penis of such minuscule proportions be classed under 'cloaca'. Look it up. Literally you can only make out a slight protrusion because it's been lifted up by the stream of urine it channels

Steph has been studiously ignored here while I had babies, practised not swearing and laughed with an increasingly maniacal cackle at Helen Belcher. Still, it's been too long, so, allow me to remind you of our shared history:

We first crossed swords after responding to his tedious and offensive 'Karen White Was Not Trans' piece, of which he was immensely proud. You can read one of these here; Steph's Place - Where, To Virtually Everyone, The Truth Matters

Dear old Steph fancies himself as able to deconstruct the work of Fair Play for Women - Ie doctor Nicola Williams 

The real victims of Karen White are not the women incarcerated with him, nor specifically those he sexually assaulted. The true victims are the men in dresses 

Along with endless basic mistakes, it was a great showcase of just how little regard he has for the women sexually assaulted in prison by White - a paedophile serial rapist who had just stabbed his elderly neighbour.


Bottom right: "they were minor. Touching a boob is not serious"

Repeatedly, Steph referred to the assaults as 'minor incidents', refusing (read the blogs - I implored him) to show any empathy at all for the victims.
He unilaterally decreed White was not trans, and steadfastly denied that Self ID dictated he was whatever he said he was - and he's learnt nothing since:

This is because Steph is a man, who only began identifying out of his sex in his late fifties.

Of course he can 'lol' and declare groping a woman's breast a 'minor incident', even though that's a grevous, offensively minimised characterisation of what occurred.

Does he have even a glimpse of an insight as to what it is to be flashed at? The visceral fear when being leered at, the feelings of violation when cat-called?

To have your breasts, the focus of so much unwanted attention, since you were so young, grabbed, against your will, and what that likely entails in terms of proximity?

No.

And whatever his protestations, I don't believe he's ever given it any sincere consideration, either. The fear and fury I've experienced was never over these incidents alone - it's because of what they meant, where they began, and what they have previously led to.

For me, living between the ages of 12 and my late twenties felt like an accumulation of endless acts of defilement. I was running the gauntlet, all the way from sleazy glances to rape. I do not speak for any other woman, but I do not believe for a second I'm alone in this.

He has no concept of what almost forms our collective experience, and the fact he would state these revolting sentiments so plainly should bother everyone.

The dishonesty is sickening- having your birth certificate amended affords a veneer of authenticity. How would anyone know you're trans when your documents say you are female?

'lol' says the 'feminist and VAWG activist'

This as well as getting important details and numbers wrong, lying that White was not identifying as trans before jail (considering Steph was told one of his friends on Twitter knew and previously vouched for White's prior gender identity, it was a lie) and accusing TransCrime UK of recording trans people convicted of driving offences, when in fact they were crimes facilitated with the use of vehicles (roadside flashing, abduction, murder etc).

Steph's tagging compulsion is something to watch - it's an indication of the arrogance that he is important and deserves the time of others. I'll return to this later.

Anna brings Steph's attention to the response blog, & is blocked for the bother


Cheers, Barry!

What troubles me is largely demonstrated in this row - it's the caring, sharing, pastel pink respectability schtick, while operating dishonestly, acting with animosity towards women and collaborating with seriously unpleasant men - men who are grotesquely abusive, walking sail ships of red flags and who, presumably, Steph shares many opinions and values with.

The Fifteen Minutes

Steph has been in for more attention lately, after TransLucent's conference miraculously coincided with the grand announcement of his appointment as CEO of Endometriosis South Coast, a charity started by Jodie Hughes.

For what it's worth, my reservoir of spare fucks is in a permanent state of drought, and I note mainly a long resigned sadness about this insulting, ludicrous situation.

NDA - National Diversity Award, not Non Disclosure Agreement 

They can, of course, do what they like with their charity. Steph gave the founder, Jodie, some kind of nomination or praise. Jodie gives it back. Not quite a circle jerk, but close.

More 'tweeting-in-support of my good friend, me' from Steph on his other account 

Urgh, Jodie... It's the combination of being servile numbskulls while also strutting around like a pro rebel that irritates me about these women. The fakeness of it all, and the snark.

But the gruesome twosome were still loaded with chutzpah, and when the shit hit the fan, they crowed that endometriosis has never been discussed as much as in the last week - even though it's Steph and his behaviour in the spotlight, and that what has been said includes total misinformation. 

Steph has been thoroughly assured, probably by himself, that he knows more than any of the women objecting, or those males accepted in these roles - namely gynaecologists. Just look at the arrogance:


💡Fun fact - gynecology is a male dominated profession partly because the instruments used are difficult for smaller hands to operate.

So Steph and Jodie went on to Woman's Hour, where they were actually treated to something approaching equality (Steph's mantra, and perfectly in-line with lib-fem posturing. AKA The Moron's Feminism) meaning, there were questions, and they were challenged by host Emma Barnett.

Both Jodie and Steph were a little spiky, but otherwise appeared to have all the street smarts of slugs holidaying in a salt cave.
Brilliantly, Steph said that 29 men are in medical literature as suffering from it. That's wrong - it is 16. SIXTEEN men, ever. And, it's a similar, not identical, condition.

Why on earth would he bring this up, when the concern is he only cares about trans stuff - otherwise known as men? When 16 men out billions, vs one tenth of menstruating women, suffer with it?

Competing in the idiocracy was Jodie, who claimed endometriosis is not a gynaecological disease.

It was abysmal, and I thought Barnett did well to maintain polite professionalism and not let her contempt run riot, especially considering she has the condition and struggled to conceive because of it.

Later, Steph (obviously) accused Barnett of bullying, because of course he did and that fragile veneer of respect and accountability began flaking off like a coat of eggshell on a deflating balloon.

Thusly, Steph went to Twitter to unleash his pearl-clutching horror at the inhumanity of Barnett's questions, suggesting transphobia was the malevolent driver. Terfs were to blame, too, of course, and now he was just so sad.

Sex Matters give a good synopsis.

Something worth noting is that if you've spent quite as long as Steph allegedly has advocating for endometriosis (and saving hundreds of babies' lives!) there's little mention of endometriosis on his account - in fact, here is its first ever mention, just 15 months ago.

And then the second, five days prior to the publication of this blog.

This is the same for TransLucent / Steph's Place - the first time the word endometriosis appears is September '22.

All mentions have been in relation to ESC; Jodie; when shilling for puberty blockers, which Steph wholeheartedly endorses; or even when tackling the blatant cheating of creepy men like Lia Thomas, who he has steadfastly defended.

"Well if Steph says blockers are harmless, reversible and have an overall beneficial impact on the child, that sounds like an efficacious, trustworthy medication for my struggling kid" said some of the thickest people in England.

Steph also pointed out it's all swings and roundabouts, really. Helpful! You hear that, ladies? The excruciating disorder which dogs your reproductive years is actually a sporting advantage!

Of all Steph's traits, the gloating is especially difficult to witness.
Occasionally it is difficult to spot, and you could even mistake him as being self deprecating. But he's not. Ever.

And, famously (as famous as anything you could associate him with) this goading cuntery:

The above tweet I'll come back to. It defies comprehension that he has managed to forge any kind of career in public life since, however miserly it is. The audacity is off the charts.

I think the best we can do is to use this as a cautionary "hey kids, this is your brain on trans activism". Steph's brain is the egg frying in a pan - a single cell, gloopy and frazzled.

But, still he has managed (along with the terrifying Julie Miller / Major Bernard McClain and 'computer says no' legend Claire Prosho) managed to wrangle these people to attend his caring sharing conference:

TransLucent conference

The fortuitously coinciding conference sounds like a huge success, attended by a coterie of fellow nutters, grifters and shills. Mostly, I much appreciate the disturbing, fully-fucking-out-there visuals they used.

'Live every day in fear based purely on bigotry'!

The aesthetic was a masterpiece. Both futuristic & retro. Emo & happy hardcore, hints of concentration camp talent show & overwhelming tones of 'how can I be privileged, when sometimes I'm sad?' 

It's like an MRA Duncan Godhew meets Edvard Munch's The Scream.

It is interesting for Steph's organisation to use the 'treated like a threat' trope, when he gleefully posts this sort of shit:


Considering we know what a broad spectrum of opinions counts as transphobia, this is somewhat alarming. And, people who are rude to you? What does that mean?

I wonder what kind of threat Steph is to women like me, or to me specifically? I imagine the response would be something like 'you will lose, and transphobia will lose' but it's a very stupid assertion.

Steph was upset he didn't make every national paper. There are not enough trans voices, apparently.

I will inevitably break this blog into parts, because I can't keep it short - this shit blows my mind. For the simple fact this man has, in retirement, 'transitioned', he has the ear and attendance of all of these people, at his own conference.

That is despite speaking to women with utter contempt, associating and collaborating with deeply concerning characters, producing articles and reports that are riddled with rudimentary mistakes and dishonesty, and stomping about with the brazen entitlement of a bear who's broken into your kitchen and can't open tins.

In summary;
I believe Steph is a callous wanker, nestled among other callous wankers, and yet even I feel a wee bit sorry for him now and again.
This is because, bless him, he just isn't very clever, and can't help but consistently get the trans activist class wrong, putting energy and time into projects that get hidden away faster than an alcoholic's bottle opener.

But, it can be amusing. Self assured, feeling sassy, he really believes he makes great points and ripostes.

Kathleen Stock was one to feel the tepid brush of Steph's wrath, having replied to one of Steph's many tagging-people-I-do-not-know tweets:

After finally extracting this obvious truth from Kathleen, who is far too busy and smart to be wasting her time with Steph's bullshit, he took to writing:


This 'go on, say it - say it to me. We both know the answer, and that it's undeniably true, but you'd ordinarily never bring it up' performance, just to announce himself a 'trans woman, and very proud xxx' is beneath puerile. He went on to tweet this risible crap, as if he'd won something.


A little insight for you, Steph - I've doubted very many things in my life.
But of all the things I've wondered, of every single thing I have ever doubted, your 'gender' being at the business end of a hell of a lot of self love isn't one.

The Love My Gender blog is a tangled mess of barely formulated thoughts, which feeds into Steph's belief he must, secretly, be female, and facilitates some frankly grim speculation.

This is bizarre, and his sex couldn't be any clearer - nor his complete denial. He is seemingly unaware we can see he solicited Kathleen's opinion, and has decided that his 'journey's is one of the most difficult and painful in humanity' is just fucking risible.

Where the fuck does this guy get off, I wondered, before remembering and urgently trying to blind my mind's eye.
This is why I don't normally read Steph's blog. It's excruciating.

Is he really this dedicated to being an offensively entitled, intrusive, obtuse, grotty prick? Who would tolerate an unadorned bloke talking like this?

End off? End off what? I know picking people up on spelling or grammar is a dick move, but bring this to your attention purely because only this week he was tweeting:



And then, the 'award winning feminist' who wishes to reassert the empathy-as-a-female trait stereotype.


He rounds it all off with this charming anecdote - a multi-point, unnecessarily detailed list of his wife's insecurities:

Always thought the 'well, I think you're beautiful' line was a coded insult, personally.

Steph claims to be a feminist and strongly in favour of safeguarding and protecting women.
Still, he is far from above recklessly associating gender critical / radical feminists with the murder of a trans identifying teen.

This poor kid was allegedly stabbed by other teens, in a case where no hint of discriminatory motive has been cited. Knife crime has boomed in recent years. It kills a horrifying number of young people.


'Do they need to buy in paper towels?' is another sassy riposte, demonstrating only Steph's ineptitude in cleaning up blood.

He goes on, one paragraph down, to decry the death of Darren Moore, a drag queen found dead in the very beginning of 2023. Moore had previous convictions for four counts of rape of a boy under 16, and his past (including his numerous parole violations, such as working in a boy's gymnastics centre) was becoming increasingly well known, with one man charged with harassment.

It's a pity Steph is so angry and fast to discount actual feminists, because Reduxx did a great job of covering the paedophile procession and it might have helped him avoid publicly mourning the death of a nonce.
Either Steph is not aware of the easily found backstory, or he doesn't care.

There's also the mercenary weaponising of people who have taken their own lives.

In fact, feminists are to blame for many things, in Steph's mind, which I'll return to. I'll also have a good look at his previous antics and examine the caliber of his mates.
Because that is genuinely grim stuff.

I am sure the terven can all breathe a sigh of relief, though - for one of his closest allies, contributor to the project, Julie, assures us he can live Monday to Friday as a man, be a whole life woman Friday evening to Monday morning, use any of our single sex spaces under the equality act and, praise the lord, get it up without viagra.

Miracles, I bring to you!

Archives - The Tabloidese

Every few days a happy clappy ideologue is born, and first on their to-do list appears to be immediately heading over to my mentions, shrieking 'there have always been trans people!', frequently accompanied with an offensive revision on the life of someone famous - Kurt Cobain, Joan of Arc, maybe even a pharaoh. It's tedious as fuck, but did inspire me to have a dig through the archives and see for myself. Some of it was interesting. 

The stuff I'll cover here is classic tabloid fodder, published over the last 25 years:

'Tranny Rammy' 'Thong Side Of The Law!' 'Not Just Any Transvestite... This is A Transvestite Fetish Man' 'Sex-Swap Child Perv' - all appearing in headlines in British tabloids this century, along with words like burly, gruff-voiced, weirdo, etc. Meanwhile, in Ireland of all places was a remarkably sympathetic report on two trans prisoners. In one story I'm putting in a future piece, one child's parents are memorably described as 'a druggie jailbird [and] an 18-stone man/woman who he thinks is mum'.

It's quite a contrast to the kid-glove treatment today. To illustrate, just consider this:

A man, DB, has been locked up for at least thirty years, oscillating between psychiatric hospitals and jail, after committing a string of arsons. 

What he wants, more than anything, is to free the woman inside of him, the man in high security hospital for the criminally insane.

Obviously, to do this he needs that most rudimentary asset all women have in common: bras, tights and skirts. 

He pleads with the authorities to allow him to dress as he wishes. He has a psychiatrist who says this is the very least they can do, this is a 'true transsexual' and the clothes make no difference to anyone else. But the hospital is having none of it, saying the agreement he can wear his bra and knickers, if he stays in his room, is sufficient. Bad hospital. 

Then it emerges this man is only 46. He must have been a child when he was locked up. And, the appeal was declined!

The reaction today would surely be blind, pant-shitting rage; nonce defenders Sisters Uncut would take to social media to the public for multi packs of Y-fronts (and some nice knickers for show) to stand a hope of repairing the damage, and I dread to think what would happen to the steps out front of the EHRC.

This wouldn't change when the other side of the story emerged: DB was a diagnosed psychopath, and had been extensively evaluated by a psychiatrist acting as his responsible medical officer. 

This doctor said DB was no true transsexual, just a fetishist who was also likely playing the long game – he wanted to enter the women's estate. This was of great concern, as the psychiatrist said he had already displayed inappropriate and worrying behaviour towards female staff, and despite many opportunities, every attempt at release or lowered category of security detention had been scuppered by this inappropriate sexual behaviour, which had frightened female staff. New information was still coming to light, he explained, with examples of sexual advances on nurses, who he had 'abnormal beliefs' about, and patterns of behaviour described as stalking. 

Previously, DB had wrongly inferred from staff he had a chance of wearing whatever he wanted, which led to him becoming "intensely preoccupied with this issue to the exclusion of all others and culminated in him actively planning to escape". This, the psychiatrist contended, was due to frustrated sexual arousal (Full summing up at Casemine).

In the event this was in the news now, to help cope with the after effects, Sisters Uncut could do worse than speak to David O'Connell. 

David O'Connell was arrested having stolen dresses, skirts and tops from a Marks and Spencer's store. This lead to the police searching his home were they discovered 6,400 items of stolen lingerie, with a sale value of £119,871.47.

The man's house was 'an Alladin's cave' of lifted lingerie and his loft was stuffed to the gills with matching bra and knicker sets in every colour and size. 

O'Connell freely accepted he had a fetish (or, even, 'sexual fetish') for women's underwear and obtained sexual gratification from putting them on.

While he had previous for shoplifting, this had been many years before, and he'd clearly made a go at improving his life, becoming a valuable member of his community - he was an accountant, for goodness sake! A finance manager on a good wage. 

However, it emerged also he'd not long since been released from jail for stealing £100,000 from another accountancy firm, and three months after his arrest for this haul, he was caught trying to restart his collection from a different Marks and Spencer's store. 

Trans mitigation is nothing that new, either, with O'Connell's brief constructing the most fascinating hierarchy of needs I've ever heard, one which has pretty much blown my mind: "If he had stolen these items for financial gain or greed then he must go to prison, but this was not the case" because, with searing insight, he postulates a greater validity and legitimacy to crime in pursuit of of wank, than crime in pursuit of mere cash - it's almost transcendental in its perspective switch. 

Beyond a Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, on to Brelow's - Jacob Breslow.

And he goes on: "He has a fundamental problem that can be dealt with" - which is true, and which we as a society have attended to, restructuring and changing norms and laws to benefit men just like O'Connell. A trans trailblazer. 

As for M&S, keen to minimise their losses they reclaimed "every last item" of nicked knickers, and were reported to be selling the stock back to their own staff at discount prices. What an offer that is! 

"This is not just lingerie, it's discount, pre-loved, M&S lingerie". I'd just be worried some of the 'trans joy' was left on it somewhere...

1998 and on to Ireland's curious delicacy when reporting on transsexuals:

Terrified transsexual tells of his prison hell; 'All of my worst fears were rolled into one'..  

Gary Browne (for whom I can find no pseudonym) and Peter 'Petra' McCullough had carried out a series of robberies across Ireland. 

Speaking on his harrowing three days in voluntary lockdown at Magheraberry jail before their hotshot lawyer got them bail, we're told they were likely to spend three months inside. This was such a shock, Petra is reported to have fainted (or "nearly" fainted, depending on who you believe). 

This judge, in Derry, is the bad guy of the tale, although he did instate a special order to ensure post-op Petra - "a shapely blonde" -

would be held in the women's estate, where he had a grand time and everyone was very nice and accommodating. 

Poor old Gary still had that penis of his, and was left in his cell with it, all alone. Lord knows how he coped: "I had received hormone treatment and had taken the shape of a woman. I had breasts and was due to get the full gender-changing operation" says Browne, with the journo piping up in support: "he was already well on the way to becoming a woman." 

Ha, they said "he".

The crime they were up for was a robbery at a meat processing plant, which I'm struggling to understand, but an "elaborate hoax" and "bungled robbery of £14,000 worth of computer parts" are also mentioned. 

This was, again, for genuine, justifiable reasons. It was all "a desperate bid to escape cruel taunts from bigots in the town" explains the reporter, with yet more valuable ethics to impart on the plebs.

And from robbers to cops, the first of a trans tribunal double!

Sex swap PC 'asked for kiss' 

Tony Ashton, police firearms officer, made headlines when he regenerated, like Dr Who, into Claire. 

His employers though were less pliable, and in a move which would today undoubtedly be dubbed a chilling new dawn of the trans genocide, he was moved to a desk job, and then rejected even further!

Hauled up on a disciplinary hearing for sexual harassment, he took his force to tribunal claiming sexism and transphobia. 

I don't know about the latter, but the sexism charge could be persuasive. This, I contend, is down to the toxic work environment that any women working there were subjected to: endless "giz a snog" repartee and banter that must have been uncomfortable and exhausting. And poor Tony Claire Ashton was never included.

Even when he tried, this elicited such heinous workplace horror it forced a colleague to leave the room, blushing. 

It was all down to the other officers' inability to see Ashton as a woman, argued his brief (with staggering insight). Towards the end, it got so bad, Ashton was "even banned from using the ladies' toilet". 

Unbelievable. Here was me thinking Life On Mars, or even the Irving Welsh novel, Pigs, was overblown fiction.

Now, Nicky-Sinéad 

What a charming double-barrelled-lady-name. Maybe it doesn't flow as smooth as Ann-Marie, Jean-Paul or Sarah Jane, but that's probably 'cos heteronormative conditioning, isn't it. 

Poor Nicky-Sinead Gardner was a professor at Stirling university who quit on the eve of a disciplinary hearing having been accused of bullying and harassment. 

 

It's said in the article he was "too demanding" of his colleagues, but they do not expand upon that, aside from that he turned up at a work mate's house, uninvited, after a hostile exchange. 

Apart from this, all the complaint hinged on was the words of numerous co-workers and the letter of one man, who Gardner had never met. 

This was triggered when someone working alongside Gardner went to the doctor to complain of insomnia and anxiety, explaining the situation at work. The doctor signed her off work with stress and wrote to the university, outlining his legitimate concerns. This began the investigation which Gardner ultimately ducked out of. Obviously a set up, isn't it? The old visit your doctor to grass someone up so they'll intervene and force your boss to harass the victim out of their job. Classic.

The transphobia on our society is an unrelenting, vicious beast.

Not enough to satiate those remaining at Stirling, one former colleague / lynch mob attendee said: "For once, the university authorities did everything right. The evidence against her was damning. We were heartily relieved when she quit".

In "Tranny Rammy" and "Thong Side Of The Law" we learn about 'burly' Alexander 'Alexis' Lang, who had kneed a woman police officer after she attended an incident where he completely lost his shit, screaming obscenities at two female neighbours. 

The disapproval is clear; they scare quote "Miss" Lang, write that he had "answered gruffly to the name Alexis" and we're treated to a dress description, which is helpful, as I often wished in these archived reports the original photos were viewable, but the descriptions fill in gaps:

"Alexander Lang, 35, wore lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, a gemstone pendant and hooped ear-rings" complimented by a "black handbag ... a ladies' trouser suit" and a sparkly polo neck - bling b-ling and fancy!

His defence accused the women of having provoked him (which is original 🙄) and the prosecution was stopped and reprimanded more than once by Sheriff Iain Inglis, demanding Lang be referred to as "she" and not "he".

Sadly, this final case is so grim the trivial nature of wasting print on skirt length is difficult to tolerate.

It's 2004, and Brian 'call me Briony' O'Neill was 43, and in a long skirt, crop top and leather mules, apparently. 

Brian is referred to as both a transsexual and a cross dresser, but he probably best fits the former as apparently he had taken cross sex hormones for six years at this stage.

Brian was terrified over his upcoming imprisonment, as he was going to a notoriously tough, men's jail. 

Cue "me, with my dresses and lady feelings and sensibilities, with those ruffians!" wailing.

"Dressed in a turquoise checked dress and black leather mules, and wearing heavy make-up, O'Neill told how he has tried in vain to be accepted by his neighbours in Dunfermline, Fife" - okay so, prepare yourself for violins and emotional turmoil:

He said: 'Sometimes I wouldn't wear any make-up and put on a baseball cap and men's clothes.
'But it's absolute hell. I get shouted at in the street and people laugh at me and call me 'tranny freak' and 'nonce' 

- see, horrible, isn't it? 

Poor Brian 'call me Briony' only wants to live his life, goddammit. And see the archetypal transphobic trope; because Brian wants to be Briony, he must be a nonce. Evil.

If his struggles are so intense and still he persists, wouldn't that tell you he was the real deal - a true transsexual; vulnerable, sensitive, marginalised and worthy of respect? If you're a woman, try to imagine how hard it would be - sometimes not wearing makeup, putting on a baseball cap, and men's clothes?! 

Poor 'call me Briony' was a husband before wife Lorraine walked out on their 11 year marriage, taking the two kids after she "guessed that he was a transsexual". I would love to hear her side of things. 

So, why, I hear you ask, was 'call me Briony' Brian O'Neill, of Dunfermlin, Fife, 43 in 2004, looking at jail time?

Well unfortunately Brian is a paedophile. He was convicted of molesting two, very young children. He denied it, which forced his victims, aged 6 and 9 at the time of the trial, to give evidence. 

The older child, a little boy, had being assaulted on multiple occasions, leading to his change of behaviour being noted in school and causing significant concern – so much so, that they organised a therapist. Still, the grand total punishment O'Neill faced was a pathetic three months in jail and five years on the sex offenders' register. Which means Brian should have a clean record now, as long as he hasn't been caught for assaulting children since.

Typically for a sex offender, O'Neill took zero responsibility for his crimes and was pinning his woes (social ostracism, going from a professional to unemployment etc) on his being trans.

"I am an embarrassment to my friends and family" he whines, accurately. 

It's impossible to know for sure, but in the unlikely event you're reading this now, Brian, I can almost with 100% certainty assure you that of all your sexual behaviours, you noncing up children is of greater concern than your wearing hilariously inappropriate clothing. 

"LOCK ME UP IN A WOMEN'S PRISON; Sex-swap child perv can't face male jail"

Still, Brian was positively shitting himself over the prospect of Saughton Jail: "I'd rather kill myself" he told the judge. And anyone else.

In a beautiful bit of tabloid gratuity, the paper brought in the speculation of a previous inmate, who surmised the risk of violence to Brian was about equal to the risk of rape:

"The other cons will either want to kick his head in or have sex. Possibly both" - a worthy commentator!

Screaming his suicidal threats from tabloids, it's difficult not to wonder about his two victims, and two children, if they're not the same. I hope we never see a return to this grotesque form of public emotional blackmail. 

"I have always felt different. I have tried to reject this but it's who I am" he sighs, still talking about being trans: "I am a dad and I am a woman - something happened to my brain in the womb. I need to stand up and be counted as a transsexual" - Brian, if only you knew then just how forward-thinking this particular brand of trans complaint is.

The "18-stone man/woman who he thinks is mum" and the two, entirely separate Irish Buffalo Bills will be coming up sometime soon, along with many others.