Do you know how the trannies first came into being? They were children once, taken by the (((dark powers))), tortured and mutilated. A ruined and terrible form of life. And now… perfected. My fighting tranny-guy. Whom do you serve?
SACKLERMAN!
A while back I wrote about the chronicle of Jazz Jennings. You can read that here. Needless to say the abused child is not looking so good these days.
But I promised that I would take us on a journey through the hallways of horror that is child mutilation surgeries, so today we’re going to do just that.
Early this summer, trans teen star Jazz Jennings underwent gender confirmation surgery.
Receiving bottom surgery — what it’s called when a transgender person’s genitals are altered to combat dysphoria — was a huge milestone for her.
Gender confirmation Surgery.
Because “I chopped my dick off, then the surgeons sort of like shoved it back up inside of my body so the flipped inside out nerve endings could pretend to be a vagina,” sounds pretty fucked up.
In an interview with ABC News, Jazz Jennings gushed about how amazing it is to finally feel at home in her own body.
“It was like a dream,” Jazz affirms. “It was.”
“This is a moment that I had always envisioned,” she shares. “And just experiencing it was so surreal.”
“I was like,” Jazz says of the experience. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Jazz even provides an example of how long she has waited to undergo this life-affirming procedure.
“When I was 2 years old,” Jazz says. “I went up to my mom and asked her, ‘When is the good fairy going to come with her magic wand and change my penis into a vagina?'”
I may have forgotten to mention this before to you, but Jazz Jennings’ mother is a nutcase who abused him as a child.
“I’ve gone through the whole medical process,” Jazz notes, explaining that she won’t need to schedule any other surgeries.
“And,” she confirms. “This is really the last thing that will validate my identity as a woman.”
“There is nothing else after this,” she clarifies.
“I just get to be myself,” she gushes. “Be in the body that I’ve always wanted.”
“And then,” she says. “I can live my life as just Jazz.”
I know what you’re thinking. It’s the same thing I think every time the protagonist is in danger with half the movie still left to go. Since this isn’t the end of the article, we’ve got to be missing something.
Jazz does reveal that her surgery had an unexpected complication.
“There was just an unfortunate event and setback,” she shares. “Where things did come apart.“
“And,” she says, remaining vague because she’s discussing her genitals. “There was a complication.”
“I had to come back in for another procedure,” Jazz admits. “But it was just all part of the journey.”
“The good thing though is that it was only cosmetic and external,” Jazz shares.
“So,” Jazz continues, keeping things in perspective. “it wasn’t too dramatic.”
No it definitely doesn’t seem too dramatic to have your fake vagina explode. Having your vagina explode is just a part of every little boys journey into womanhood.
“I’ve been ready for this my entire life,” Jazz says.
She does note that there was one major challenge — she had to lose 30 pounds before her bottom surgery.
“That was really, really challenging because I had an addiction to food,” Jazz explains.
“And it was something that gave me comfort,” she shares.
“And I had to let that go,” she reasons. “Because the surgery is so much more important to me than any slice of cake or pizza.”
Nice to see that mere seconds after the successful exploded vagina repair surgery the extremely mentally healthy child went back to the extreme binge eating and put on over 100 lbs.
They refer to genital surgery as “bottom surgery” in part because it’s less graphic than explaining how one set of genitals is transformed into another.
it is also called this to differentiate it from top surgery, which is when breasts are either removed or implanted.
(Those like Jazz, who are able to start puberty blockers in time, usually do not need to undergo top surgery)
I’m just a little stunned that we can talk about giving a child permanently sterilizing hormones that make a boy grow breasts and we then just move on to the next sentence as if nothing happened. It’s as if someone casually dropped into conversation that they had sex with their mother or something, and then they move on to discussing the weather.
I hear ya Tom. And there’s more weirdness yet to go.
We already reported that Jazz Jenning’s difficult gender confirmation surgery was, ultimately, a success.
But in the build-up, everyone was a little nervous about this major operation. Fortunately, there was a way to cut the tension.
On the latest episode of I Am Jazz, Jazz’s mom threw a “farewell to penis” party for her daughter. Yes, there was a penis cake.
Oh my god. Do I even want to know what this “penis cake,” looks like?
Is it wrong that, in addition to the mutilation surgery about to be performed, it’s popped into my head that it is also inappropriate to be showing such sexual content to children? Maybe my brain is just trying to save itself from further trauma by latching on to that unnecessary detail, but this was a kids show on TLC.
Tuesday night was Season 5, Episode 3 of I Am Jazz, an episode titled: “Caterpillar to Butterfly.”
We hope that we do not have the spell out the symbolism of either caterpillars or butterflies when it comes to human genitalia.
Actually I’m pretty sure you do. Does the caterpillar represent a penis, while the butterfly is the vagina? I’m pretty sure the writer of this article is just a retard, and they were going for the standard metaphor for a youth blossoming into an adult.
Anyway, let’s take a look at just how botched his surgery was.
Jazz underwent bottom surgery over the summer, something for which she had longed all her life.
A quick disclaimer: we know that not all trans folks experience the same types of bodiy dysmorphia or any at all.
God I fucking hate our privileged class.
But Jazz has wanted to have a vagina since she was a little girl, and this surgery has always been planned as part of her journey.
Unfortunately, she suffered a rare and serious complication after her operation.
“I heard something go ‘pop’ and when I looked, the whole thing had just split open,” the doctor explains.
His. Vagina. Exploded.
I love how this is listed as a “rare and serious complication.” How many fake vagina surgeries have there been, that there even are “rare” complications. Let alone vaginal explosions.
“They took off the bandages and the packaging,” Jazz shares. “And we found out that only 50 percent of the skin graft took.”
That is … dramatically not good.
“So, basically I had no skin,” Jazz summarizes.
Most of us prefer to have skin on our genitals, and Jazz is no exception.
What is this writer doing? They appear to be going for some semi-comical tone when talking about this, and I can just imagine this little twat sitting in their slovenly cave, chuckling to herself as she typed that out. “O M Geeze I’m going to use some comical understatement here. Don’t we just all love skin on our genitals LMFAO I’m a comedy genius.”
A child just had his vagina explode and you’re laughing.
“Fun fact: The camera crew left NYC thinking that I was on a steady path to recovery,” Jazz wrote on Tuesday night.
“When the complication occurred,” she revealed. “The two producers who stayed behind documented the second procedure.”
They did so “using my camera and their phones!”
Haha guyz after my vagina exploded they had to use their cameraphones to get all the gory details. Absolute chuckelfest amirite fellas?
Jazz explained that no one was willing to even let her see the scary complication.
“My vagina looked SO bad that my mom, sister, and the surgeons wouldn’t even let me look at it,” Jazz tweeted.
“Eventually, I used a compact mirror to get a peak,” she shares.
That’s resourceful … and also very brave.
“And all I could do was laugh,” Jazz writes of what she saw. “If only you guys knew.”
My fake vagina was such an absolute atrocity to the human race that my own family members wouldn’t let me see the self-harm I had done to myself and they had been willing participants to because they suddenly realized that the mutilation of a child is actually a horrifying and disgusting act not worth any amount of money or fame.
What an absolutely sticky situation I found myself in huh?
“In life, everything is about attitude & perspective,” Jazz reflects on Twitter.
“Even though my vagina falling apart was the hardest thing I ever experienced,” she writes. “I knew that one day I would be fully healed & recovered.”
“I had to adopt the mindset of my future self & know in my heart that everything would be ok,” she says.
What the absolute fuck am I reading? It’s like Eat Pray Love the Exploding Vagina Edition.
“I was depressed for about 2 days before I snapped out of it and accepted the situation for what it was,” Jazz writes.
She concludes: “I knew everything would be amazing in the end (and it is!!)”
Yeah he’s certainly got his happily ever after.
“While I was in the hospital for 3 weeks, I had plenty of time to meditate & self-reflect,” Jazz shares.
“During one of those meditations, I had a powerful spiritual experience that completely transformed my life,” she reveals.
“This newfound faith has shifted my thinking,” she adds. “And brought me power & purpose.”
It’s sad to say, but pretty soon his mother is going to be holding a “farewell to jazz,” party. And yes, I’m sure she will enjoy basking in all the media limelight one final time.
Imagine being proud of abusing your child?
This comment is more important than finishing this post, because about 1/3 the way in your mind gets muddled with vague disgust that this unknown individual is brought to your attention, then a refusal to feel an iota of compassion (crazy mom.. like you needed to be told this) and wonderment at the last name Jennings and it’s relation to Jenner, and hope to god there really is no relation to Waylon, that tree belongs in a different forest.
This should be called what it is, Frontbottom installation procedure.
More important than any of this – I happen to know the person that actually coined the term frontbottom (well his daughter did)… upon viewing some typical painting by a repressed homo victorian type…. and my older brothers are responsible for making “frontbottom” a household word. As in, “I’d like to see her frontbottom”…