It's that simple. Anything else is mental gymnastics and cope

Not a single person batted an eyelid when the kid said that in the movie. Fast forward to now, you’re more likely to see a child transitioning that already has a nigger bf

They are so rare they might as well not exist. All 1000 of them are not part of the equation, they simply suffered a terrible fate

There are roughly 200,000 cases of XXY every year according to the CDC/Mayo Clinc. Sounds like you didn't really think that statement through.

This is a gross oversimplification of what's actually happening. A vast majority of those afflicted with XXY dont physically present with symptoms of malformation of sex characteristics severe enough to prevent one from living a happy normal life as the sex they were born as. You're reaching, gross tranny. You have no real agency

Agency? I don't think that word means what you think, fuckwit

No it's not - the OP said if you are XX you're male and XY you're female. I'm simply saying there are XXY and XYY phenotypes so you can't simply use that as the dividing line.

Now you're back pedaling about sex characteristics.

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haha go dailate the yucky shitsmelling forever-wound you call a vagina, Troon

I think you've won a different argument than the one people are having.

The point is that gender is distinct from biological sex.

A Y chromosome means you will develop male genitalia, have greater bone density, more muscle mass, a deeper voice, and more body hair. Nothing about having a Y chromosome means you will like cars more than flowery things, or hunting more than sewing. One has to do with sex, which is biological, the other has to do with gender, which is cultural.

Biological sex is the same everywhere. You can take sperm from any male on earth and, assuming it's viable, it will fertilize the ovum of any female on earth assuming it is also viable. But if you take a man from one culture and drop him into another culture, he won't know or be able to follow the gender roles of that other culture. He will be a biological male, but he won't be considered to be a proper man, won't be treated like a proper man or respected like a proper man. He will not be included in the male in-group.

Trans rights is about the idea that inclusion in gender cliques should not be based on and limited to biological sex. Some women are masculine, some men are feminine, not just in appearance, but in mind, in personality, in worldview, and so they want to declare themselves members of a different gender than that of their biological sex.

Some folks are fine with that, and some folks aren't. You're saying that XX is biological female, for sure. And that's true, but no one is having that argument. The argument is whether a biological female can declare themself to be a member of the male gender. You say no, but it's not up to only you.

You will NEVER be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. A man. Male. All your pores smell like a male, all of your gross ass hairs and sweaty armpit pores are MALE and look/feel/smell like it. No amount of perfume will fix that.

All of the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you and laugh at how grotesque you are. Your parents, deep down, are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors, and strangers try not to make eye contact with what their genetics tell them is an abomination (you).

Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected orifice that's filled with rotting flesh, dried cum, infection puss and old blood that you try to pass off as a sex organ.

You will never be happy. You force out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. That's thousands upon thousands of years of your ancestry calling out to you to change your ways, hoping you won't bring their legacy to a halt with your genetic dead-end of a philosophy you've been infected with.