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.

Belcher: Repeating On Me (50 Shades of Gender)

Previously: 

◇The Old boy's / New Ladies' Network

◇Light The Beacons, Let Helen Belcher Know - I Have a Sob Story 

◇OBElcher's Ballad 

◇Belcher Beginnings

How does someone so delicate they break down into heaving sobs each time they don't get exactly what they want, and cannot bear appear on a radio show with someone they disagree with, even though no insults, slurs or threats have been used, cope in politics?

That's a question I would be asking Helen Belcher, if I were a voter in the constituency he is now standing in. How would he manage? 

"Mr. Speaker, after Rosie Duffield's speech last night, I collapsed. Oh, I tried to hold the tears back, but as a lady, with lady levels of oestrogen, I couldn't stop. Not ice cream, a girly pillow fight nor the music of James Blunt or Bublè could assuage the blind terror. You know who else advocated for segregated domestic violence refuges? Nazis and Janice Turner. I'm googling Ireland's asylum policy now. She has actually killed me this time" ?It's no more absurd than what he's previously claimed.

Yes, he's standing a third time for the Liberal Democrats, this time for Reading West (with added mid Berkshire), where he grew up.

That may sound like the progression of a grassroots campaigner who has tirelessly advocated for their local community, but Belcher had earlier moved to Wiltshire to chase his political dreams, becoming councillor for Corsham & Pickwick.

A HUNG PARLIAMENT

There doesn't appear to be much required of the trans politician. After negligible public service, a turn at rotisserie-speed in a ladies toilet cubicle and, donning the cloak of trans vulnerability, rapid selection for candidacy in a political party follows.

Et voila!

There have been some murmurs of illegitimacy in Belcher's case. It's pure transmisogyny, of course

Previously, I've enthralled you with moving accounts of Belcher's preformative outrage and feminine blubbering, even claiming he is equally likely to be raped as JK Rowling.

I've wowed you with the disclosure that he transitioned in an effort to avoid despising his daughter, who wrote and performed a song swearing to support the great fucklechuck, calling him a goddess.

After one of his better known trademark melodramas - his assassination fears, despite admitting he is only ever treated with respect - he said having his address public due to his councillor status was a worry, in case someone hurt his family. But still, onwards and upwards to the national arena, eh Belcher?

PUBLIC INTEREST

Why am I still writing about him? Because I am fascinated - he has a campaigning and political CV as long as Lamar Odom's arm, heavy involvement in multiple organisations, founded other organisations, is a regular contributor in the media and government committees, has influence in regards to media reporting. He's a school governor, and even on child safeguarding boards. And, again, he's standing as MP.

Not only this, however. I think he's both highly dishonest, deeply manipulative and would do major damage to the rights of women.

Others have written about Belcher - one being the excellent Gender Critical Woman, another is Terffan Man, who wrote a great article but bizarrely included that "in trans jargon, he “passes” - he looks like a woman". The issue here is, he clearly does fucking well not, but he does have a good, passable, voice. That combined with his other attributes makes his frequent radio appearances the perfect choice.

""Imagine a long face, with deep set, narrow eyes, and its widest part, the smirk" she stuttered..."

Like a massive, condescending aubergine, Belcher sticks mainly to purples, often with a LibDem-yellow scarf. It's a contractually-obliged to wear only Monsoon's autumn range - a presentation which confers authority and middle class banality. This, when considering his... spatial dominance, bat-shit sensitivity and highly aggressive approach to what he regards as his rights, is no mean feat. In fact, he's done remarkably well in not blowing every fuse in the circuit.

Today, I will be dealing with his interview on one particular podcast, recorded with a 'cis, she/her' host. It's an hour long so this blog is long.

50 SHADES OF GENDER

"Welcome to the 50 Shades of Gender podcast" purrs Esther Lemmens (AKA Zesty!) who is very profound and unique - a "pansexual, Queer Mystic" (her caps, definitely not mine) handmaiden extraordinaire - "I love to refer to myself as a ‘rebel with a cause’" she says, making it all super exciting.

Lemmens founded 50 Shades of Gender with Katie-Jon Went, and she talks to guests about "feminism - the inclusive kind - gender, sex, kink and sexuality" because who said that shit franchise of spicy, rebranded male on female abuse isn't a great vehicle for this, huh?

(I never read it, but remember earwigging on two old ladies discuss it in a waiting room. They were appalled, and one called it disgusting. The prose was awful, apparently. Probably been written by a moron. As for Christian's erection 'springing forth', was it a spaniel? ect)

To be fair, maybe Went-Lemmens weren't thinking of that. Those words just flow with a rhythmic coherence, don't they? They should know there are far more than 50 genders now, though. Eliminationist hillbillies. (Website)

HOSTS

Esther - She / They / Fae, and not Est / Her

Introducing Belcher as 'a woman with a trans history' (a bizarre euphemism for man) Esther is quite the polymath, being a "creator, artist, budding writer, podcaster, gentle activist, truth seeker, and all-round magical creature".

She is also (imagine sighs as I check my notes) "(cis)queer, pansexual, non-monogamous, neurodivergent, and dedicated to being the best gender-diverse ally I can be". Of course, she is also an empath.

Let me add to that with something truly remarkable: Esther is also someone happy to sit down and discuss sex, gender and kink with Claire Prosho. 

With such intrepid, fearless grit, she's missing her vocation here - a socially essential job for the iron nerved - clearing up after a body has laid undiscovered in a once-hot bath for six months, perhaps, a manual gamete collector of rare farm breeds, or milker of snakes.

To those in the world of gender ideology, mindless bullshit chit chat has the allure of philosophical and political praxis

                                                          

Katy Jon Went is also busy - too busy to do his own write up! To be fair, though, it is boring as fuck.

FAMILY

It begins, like Freda Wallace in a short skirt, with a tantalising tidbit. It's a clip from the very end of the discussion where Belcher describes his transition as relatively low cost because he 'only' lost his job and the relationship with his dad. He now looks back with shuddering awe at his stoic resilience.

Because, both of these are huge things no one should suffer, so why do we expect it of trans people, he asks? Because we do, don't we? Totes - the emotional fortitude of trans people is taken for granted all the time.

Helen says he was aware of wanting to be a girl (or 'realising I was female' depending on your source) age seven.

When he came out in his thirties, his family said (and I quote):

"Yeah, you know, we've known you were trans since you were five, it was just a question of when you were going to do something about it"

Which surprised him, because he thought he'd hidden it well. But what, aside from the borrowed clothes, was there to hide?

'Wow' drawls Lemmens, for the first and last time in chorus with me.

Belcher was born in 1963, in the beautiful town of Reading. T'was the eve of Samhain, the end of harvest and beginning of winter, when the veil separating the living and dead is at its most thin. Maybe this is why he hates segregation so much.

Belcher's observant Christian family must have been very progressive. Not many watched the moon landing as a nursery-age boy played with dolls in the corner, nudging each other and in hushed tones confided: "our Nigel is really a girl. It's whether he decides to do anything about it, that's the only thing".

In 1968, one year after gay sex was decriminalised.

It's laughably improbable. Not least because as he himself says, by the time he came out his mum was dead, and his dad wouldn't accept his transition.

So, who were these family members? Siblings, old enough to have thought this when he was five? Great aunt Fanny?

Did he find a map to a time capsule, with a note bearing "If you're reading this, then you already know - you're actually a girl! It's late 1968 now, and while we worship God and know homosexuality is an abomination, we cannot deny your femininity. Your loving family x -PS, some maniac poshos called their baby Nigella, so you have options!" and a magic yellow scarf?

Let's use some historical context

AUTOGYNEPHILIA

While I would never be so silly to state Belcher is driven by fetishism, Ray Blanchard has spoken about the revisionist personal histories of autogynephiles. Belcher is a heterosexual, later life transitioner with no observable feminine qualities and a documented grudge, or, truthfully, rage, against female journalists and feminists. But that's all.

No one wants to be an AGP, and will, in the main, frame the disorder as a slur. Therefore, constructing the 'journey' of a life-long repressed girl born in a massive, be-bollocked body is highly tempting. The problem was, when Blanchard spoke to these men's wives, the fetishism they point blank denied was very much in evidence.

SOCIALISATION

As a child, Belcher says he only ever played with girls, and didn't understand boys. Certainly his overbearing discussion tactics point firmly away from female socialisation. Even the way he stands and talks shows a man consciously utilising his imposing size, character and social status.

More manifest again, is just how well he has done in the male dominated industries of tech, business and political networking.

It isn't actually about taking up space in a power stance - it's for the circulation of air

As an evangelical Christian with natural leadership qualities, he and wife Joanna ran their local church 'cell'. This particular congregation were in no doubt that gay sex was a sin, something Belcher managed to live with.

Still, it was a mighty shock he wasn't welcome 'as Helen'. Esther gasps as he recalls the time their former minister told him to 'do something about that anger'.

Despite his family 'having always known', his dad could not accept the transition, outrageously suggesting he was being a selfish prick when he had a new wife and two infant children. Ultimately, this led to him dying years later having never known 'Helen', and estranged from remaining family. This is sad, but he made his choice.

Even at home, poor Helen faced turmoil in those early days. Wife Joanna was unable to get to grips with husband Nigel's news, inexplicably blind to his obvious ladylike soul. This has been alluded to in many places, and I'll dig into it further in a following blog because Belcher's weaponising of suicide is something to behold.

Essentially, Helen 'really broke down' one Christmas and stood on a railway bridge, contemplating jumping.

After running home to tell all, Joanna realised the obvious - her husband's inner woman was "bigger than us both".

So it was not the abusive 'do what I want or I'll kill myself' manipulation otherwise known as coercive control. Good.

Still, at Christmas? That's famously a time of domestic bliss for all!

Belcher tells of losing his job because his company's two directors couldn't comprehend he "wasn't who I appeared to be".

But, he wasn't sacked:

Oh no. An oppressed, vulnerable Belcher was paid 'quite a bit' of money to leave, because sacking him would be illegal.

With that money, he set up a business 'in direct competition', miraculously managing to snap up some of their biggest clients. He was very successful and recently sold it to the same men, for a reportedly massive sum. On telling an employee of this, she (allegedly) replied "teach me your zen technique oh Jedi master". This makes him very excited, he sounds bursting with pride telling this tale, and it's a great example of why you should vote Belcher.

This isn't the only time Belcher has demonstrated his ability to spin things:

In OBElcher's Ballad of Trans Complaint, I wrote that;

"Belcher speaks of having knocked on 9,000 doors during his election campaign: "Only one person was recorded to say they could not vote for Helen because she is transgender." And no one else raised an issue, either on or off the record".

This time it is 800 doors, but the only person to mention trans was a brave ally, telling Belcher:

"your personal history is well known throughout the town, and we all think, if you're brave enough to not only go through that but be public about it, you're brave enough to fight for our town, and that's what we want"

What a remarkable turn of events!

And one more for the road - while a leading light in his evangelical church, he took media training. Essentially it's made him just remarkably media savvy. People arent as clever as him, they don't unpick the narrative because that's intellectually harder and he knows just how it all works.

CONVERSION THERAPY

Within the church, Helen claims he was subjected to conversion therapy.

He wasn't beaten, starved or made to pray out demons, but he felt he had to crush his femininity - which he did, brilliantly - but it's apparently the same thing.

It has to be said, Belcher is working with a broad definition here, as trying to 'heal', or not "being the best you can be", also fits his definition. And of course, conversion therapy is violence, and must be banned.

It seems there's no depths he won't sink to in this bitter, grasping minimisation of the horrific abuse gay people endure across the world.

When you think of conversion therapy, the shrieking neolib TRAs, and how they condemn any reticence to 'affirm' or cement a trans identity in children as conversion, abuse, it seems even worse to hear him describe the Keira Bell v Tavistock as "predicated on the idea if you stop trans youth from transitioning then we'll stop trans people altogether".

There's no other way to put it - this is a shameless lie. And an especially unpleasant one, removing Bell's agency and dismissing the gravity of girls half his daughter's age beginning menopause, or undergoing bilateral mastectomies, or boys living the rest of their lives with micro penises, and all with a high risk of infertility, bone problems, anorgasmia etc.

MENACE!

But Belcher, the hard-nosed businessman who tells the world he blubs on the toilet, googling how to claim asylum when he hears he won't be let in the ladies, is not done yet. It is, he says, the "whole idea is this trans menace, we need to eradicate it... so I think we need to call it out as the hateful campaign to eliminate difference."

I despair how we have sunk so low that he isn't laughed out of every studio. Apartheid, conversion therapy, the danger he faces 'as a woman', it's calculated and risible, yet no one seems able to call him out, face to face.

He says he doesn't just feel dehumanised by the "anti trans organisations who want to eradicate trans people" but that they are "stripping me of my of gender and feeling human" his "very basic humanity dismisssed" and he must fight to be recognised as a person.

I hope that's not laughing at the back.

TOO MUCH WHINING 

Belcher realised early on that law change is only one side of the trans demand dodecahedron, and so media browbeating was essential. So was born Trans Media Watch, formed with Josephine Straw in 2009. It's been very busy over the years, complaining about coverage of trans people in the media, transphobic ads, rapists being misgendered etc.

EHRC

It may be a shock, but happy-go-lucky Helen continues his persecution LARP, bullshitting that we have "moved to a point the head of the EHRC says, "well you can question trans people's existence"" and that we've been told we've "the right to say trans people should eliminated".

It's breathtakingly dishonest, and makes me wonder about the role Belcher and his coterie play in our culture. Is this how we're kind, caring, to older,  successful white blokes now? How he manages to have a scratch of self respect is a mystery if he and his friends take this seriously, but I can't believe they do. This is patently not true, and they must be laughing.

Belcher talks with confidence, peppered with a pseudo self-deprecation ("I'm not a sporting type - you might be able to tell") filler that offers up a facade of affable, avuncular and accommodating, when in reality there's a ruthless and single minded agenda beneath. And that is of dominance. Not content with his luck so far, he picks away and complains, demanding upgrades and money refunded for emotional distress and disappointment. Im reminded of those shameless, canny shoppers who call customer service over every bruise on the soft fruit they carried home in an overstuffed grocer's bag.

He tries to pass as an accidental candidate, thrust into the limelight by a social conscience and a wave of popular support.

After giving evidence at the Leveson inquiry, he claims to have been pestered every few days with 'you should stand as an MP - you should stand as an MP.' 

Most exciting, one of these came from a Baroness, whilst hobnobbing in the House of Lords.

Baroness Liz Barker employs Belcher as a researcher, and he's obviously gone to great lengths to educate her.

In a 2020 article by Matthew Hulbert, Barker is quoted condemning the 

"vicious campaign against trans women" which is "orchestrated by extreme right wingers from the US" and "perpetrated by people, many of them women, who are traditionally on the left" 

which certainly sounds familiar.

When asked about diversity in Parliament, Barker glows: "I do hope that the brilliant campaigner Helen Belcher" can get a seat. 

Because those upper middle class, public school educated, wealthy, straight, white geezers with potential (I did say potential, Belcher) paraphilias really are not heard from enough.

He still decided against it, but frequently visits parliament for various reasons, including work, and knows a few MPs, as you do. So he eventually "had my arm twisted". Now, Helen is often told to write a book. No rest for the wicked eh.

"I'M NOT DEFINED BY BEING TRANS!"

Helen says that he never wanted to be 'professionally trans' and that being trans won't win him an election, and besides, it's a marginal part of who he is. 

So, Esther asks, what would you do to make everyone's lives better? Without skipping a beat he immediately launches into learning about how trans people live (oh the dearth of information!) and how many articles concerning trans issues The Times have published, and that none were written by trans people.

When he stood for Corsham in 2016, he assured his wife he wouldn't win. How could he, a nobody? Well, "top tip for aspiring parliamentary candidates - stand in a seat with no opposition". Oh, how he laughed.

This was just one year after joining the Lib Dems. But, please remember, trans people are reviled, marginalised and subject to "systemic and structural cissexism".

Belcher's wife Joanna crops up regularly, normally as a preemptive strike against the fears dissenting women may express over male intrusion in women's spaces. 

She was instrumental in Belcher's introduction to politics, as she thought giving permission for Helen to legally change sex, which, after the GRA, is the option alongside divorce or annulment, was wrong - she was even wheeled out to do a speech on it. It's relatable stuff; instead of sorting out their own affairs between themselves, they should just change the law.

Imagine, if they had to cope as a disabled person on benefits, or a single mum having a third child?

Joanna, Belcher's wife, gives a rousing speech

And everyone clapped

       

Soul-gazer Moran demands spousal acceptance 

And so was born the Lib Dem policy to remove the spousal veto. Because some things can't wait for divorce.

SEGREGATE & CELEBRATE 

While constantly banging on about the importance of "letting trans people just live our lives" (translation: we use and dictate all your stuff, and you shut the fuck up) he of course brings 'the bathroom debate' up a lot.

The absurdist premise here is Belcher is in danger if using men's facilities, while women are not in any danger at all when men who identify as women use our spaces. This despite there being ample evidence we are. That's a 'horrific argument'. If the man has called himself a woman, which, by the way, you aren't allowed to ask about, it's his business.

For Belcher and his ilk, it's essential to frame the intrusion of men into the women's same sex spaces as "the bathroom debate"

because you'll want to swerve the uncomfortable facts, like:

Women have been held in prison with male sex offenders who've abused them; 

Women have been raped by transwomen on women's hospital wards; 

Transwomen paedophiles have watched child sexual abuse imagery while inpatient on women's wards; 

Women have been detained in psychiatric wards due to psychosis, being professionally gaslit that a transwoman is a real woman while trying to regain a sense of reality; 

And paedophile Katie Dolatowski, who attacked a little girl in a toilet, lived in a refuge where women and their children had fled domestic violence 

It looks bad, all the above, so trivialise it by casting it as nothing more than using a warden-attended ladies toilet. 

ELIMINATE,

SEGREGATE, APART-HATE

I didn't count the number of times 'segregation' 'elimination' and 'apartheid' appear in the podcast, but suffice it to say it's near constant. 

I found this difficult, partly because the crux of the fallacy is so painfully fucking obvious. First is that he is arguing for gender segregation, insisting the danger to him, as a lummoxing great bloke, is equal or even higher to that of a woman of any age or size.

But it's also that gender isn't the basis of our oppression, nor the weapon or target, when we are sexually assaulted.

The other thing was, picturing the perfectly named Belcher, a great jiggling ball of thin-skinned demand, slumped on the toilet while he repeatedly said 'elimination' was just too much. Maybe Lemmens can handle it. I cannot.

 

Helen is so invested in hyperbole and his own supposed tearful, girly delicacy, you have to wonder what it is he thinks of women. 

He could make parliament interesting, especially whether he would maintain the same level of coercive blackmail when faced with Rosie Duffield or Miriam Cates, as opposed to his döppelganger Eric Pickles. Something tells me he would be shown to be much less fragile. 

According to Helen, "there is no evidence to say trans women are any kind of issue in terms of safety". He is at least consistent, having previously written that there have not been any incidents of assault in a toilet by a trans identified male.

Again, this isn't true, and while simultaneously feigning persecution and martyrdom, it gets pretty sickening. His complete disregard is a very telling trait.

He pushes scurrilously illogical arguments, knowing he won't be challenged, and that he will be wanted to appear on radio etc even with bafflingly pathetic wishes dressed as needs.

There are few things I'd love more than to see the real Helens, Joyce and Stanisland, or Kathleen Stock, Julie Bindel etc etc face him in debate - or do it myself.

It's something that he would never agree to, but it's unbelievably frustrating to see the prominence and influence he has, when he would surely be exposed as a very angry, entitled, selfish man, dragging a sack of knackered bollox around, claiming they're magic beans. 

Anyhow, apparently on telling the wife of the terrifying risks he, a strapping TWOman faces every time he has to take a piss, she was incredulous and foolishly sought to ground his histrionic flailing in reality. "It can't, it can't really be as bad as you say!" she said. 

A very tired Helen set the silly bint straight: 

"And so I said 'Right. Imagine, right; I go into London because I do some work in parliament (always relatable) "'I go into London and I am arrested for using the women's toilets in parliament. How would you feel?'"

"How would you feel if every time I went to parliament, you didn't know if I was going to come back?'"

I bet that shoved her back in her box, eh? He can't even conceive of arrest as in any way distinguishable from being disappeared in an Argentine regime. 

It's an astonishing slip, really.

Histrionic Helen has no concerns over 'what about me! Meee!?'

For all his faults, however, he's quite the raconteur. If I were on Desert Island Discs I'd ask not for music but for Helen Belcher, to entertain with mad shit anecdotes, and the chance to challenge him. 

Forget Andy McNabb and Bravo Two Zero, Belcher used the ladies in parliament. No wonder he's encouraged to write a book.

According to Belcher, we've always policed same sex spaces by behaviour, which is a categorical lie. There's no confusion over who is meant by a sign with a stick person with skirt, or the words 'ladies' or 'women'. We all know which door he should use.

What he means is, he has no respect for women's boundaries. He will march right over them, and presumably make a huge scene if challenged by anyone. 

He goes on to decry the present situation where 'lesbians face increased aggression' without a slither of recognition that (assuming many of these stories are true, Rain Dove ...) the reason women's fears have increased is that we have these massive, aggressively entitled men demanding access, vowing to continue, whatever we think, and now wailing that if they broke the law they'd be arrested, like a little common person. 

"It's going to cost women a lot because it's women who are being protected, in inverted commas" he says before asking "but is it a situation, a society, you want to live in?" 

Well, yes. It's precisely the society I want. How can anyone with daughters want different? What about his daughter? Does she factor in here?

Finally, stretching credibility with the mother of all dilators, he says "we've got to a really weird place in society where we're not sure whats true or not" which is where I'll finally leave it, because at a certain point, your only option is to point and laugh.

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