I was nearly a trans kid
Until a few years ago, I had never found any affinity with the ‘feminist movement’. Sure, I appreciated that women had fought to be equal, and that I was a beneficiary of that fight. But, I found that the self-proclaimed ‘feminists’ of my generation had diluted the concept of ‘sexism’ and ‘patriarchy’ beyond meaning.
I could not muster the monkeys to give about the trivial grievances and inconveniences of womanhood that supposedly constituted ‘structural sexism’, according to feminists. Many vocal feminists were also mysteriously quiet, for fear of offending, about some of the more sinister, nefarious issues women were facing in non-Western cultures.
That was until a few years ago, I found myself with no option but to speak up. In 2022, I became a presenter on the newly launched GB News, a channel that branded itself ‘the home of free speech’. Extreme trans rights activists were making increasingly unfair demands and behaving in ever-more deranged ways. I saw sensible women harangued, and vulnerable girls endangered. I had to speak up.
In 2022, I was appointed by the Minister for Women and Equalities, Kemi Badenoch, as a close advisor. In this role, I found myself involved in the front line policy making on trans policy in Britain. I carefully observed as supposedly ‘impartial’ government officials, and cowardly politicians, tried to obstruct attempts to curb the scourge of extreme trans activists.
In a way, this was not my first foray into the world of ‘gender-questioning’.
When I was 11, I had my first kiss. A close friend in my class at the time had passed me a note that read “will you kiss me?” I had developed somewhat of a crush on them so I obliged. We agreed a location and with a mixture of excitement and nerves, we awkwardly edged closer together and locked lips. And there it was. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds long but it was official, I had had my first kiss. That friend’s name was Hannah.