He huffed about how the question wasn’t “appropriate” even though his bill would result in kids being asked that same question.
A Republican state rep from Michigan testifying about his anti-trans sports bill on Monday was left speechless after an out Democratic colleague began his questioning by asking, “Representative, can you tell me: are you trans?”
A long beat staring down out gay Democratic state Rep. Mike McFall followed, before state Rep. Jason Woolford ® managed to reply, “Are you?”
“I’m actually going somewhere with this,” he said to lawmakers in the small chamber.
“Because I want to know, how does a 14-year-old girl prove whether or not she’s trans to a 50-year-old coach?”
My middle school held an assembly over a fad of “dick tapping” that had taken over the boys in the school. Apparently it had become “a thing” for them to just reach over and slap their friends’ penises, and it got so bad that we needed a damn assembly.
All us girls were extremely confused. We legit thought most of the boys in our school must have secretly been gay if they wanted to touch each other’s dicks so badly. Even if the boys weren’t gay, we figured they must be pretty frickin’ stupid to play such a dumb “game.” A lot of us had crushes evaporate in an instant, and I for one never looked at the boys in my class the same again.
Nowadays, I know better than to assume one’s sexuality from such things. However, I never stopped being extremely confused about that game.
The “game” is just inflicting pain on other boys at random and it has taken many forms over the years. My dad told me they used to play “Dead Arm”, the whole thing was just punching someone in the upper arm as hard as you could when they weren’t looking.
Testosterone is a hell of a drug.
Yeah, that’s not testosterone. That’s toxic masculinity. It’s social; it’s not ubiquitous in all cultures.
My first job in the service industry included quite a bit of guys trying to ball tap each other. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
“Gay chicken” is a time honored line cook tradition, as are stupid pain rituals.
That’s even weirder. At least the boys in my middle school had the excuse of being, well, middle-school-aged boys.
To be fair we were all teens in high school.
Ah, I stand corrected.