By Hunter Wallace
“The end of gender is near.
Menswear designers are on a mission to eradicate it. Some are going full bore, wielding lace shirts and floppy, grandma blouses like cultural grenades. Others are taking a stealth approach, quietly chiseling away the boundaries between masculinity and femininity through non-traditional retail, models and silhouettes. …
As with most developments in fashion, the drive toward gender obsolescence did not happen overnight. It began on one runway, on one street corner, in one neighborhood, in one daydream. And these separate sparks converged and began to sweep across the landscape. …”
We laughed when a black actor was cast to play the Germanic god Heimdall in the Thor movies, when the mayor of Houston desegregated gendered restrooms, when Wesleyan University created student housing for the LGBTTQQFAGPBDSM community (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Transsexual, Queer, Questioning, Flexual, Asexual, Genderf*ck, Polyamourous, Bondage/Disciple, Dominance/Submission, Sadism/Masochism), when The Green Lantern come out of the closet, when Thor became a tranny, and when Captain America became black.
We laughed at transracialist Rachel Dolezal and transsexual Caitlyn Jenner who was hailed for “her” bravery for posing as a Vanity Fair pinup girl. We laughed when Facebook announced its list of 58 gender options, when the Army ROTC was forced to parade around in scarlet red high heels to be taught a lesson about “rape culture,” at the Otherkin, who are trans people who believe they were born the wrong species, the men who dress up and parade around in public as living dolls, and the transableists, who believe they are mistakenly born with functioning arms and legs.
But this is a real thing. It’s their country now. We’re just living here. In their country, we’re the “radicals” and “extremists,” and they are the “mainstream.”