Vignettes from Outside the Bubble

It's easy to feel overwhelmed and alone in this fight to preserve our rights. But this year I have felt more hopeful than ever that we are turning the oil tanker of trans-ideology around, just from observing the inhabitants of the “real world,” outside of our bubble of angst!

We are so used to speaking and interacting with just our own tribe, that it comes as a surprise when we find that most people are actually on our side!

I've been immersed in the new women's rights movement in the UK since I was cancelled as the political cartoonist of a daily newspaper, for offending the Wokerati.

I have been attending Kellie-Jay Keen's Speakers Corner events since 2020, and it gives me the opportunity to people-watch on my journeys there and back, on the train or coach, and walking to and from the stations.

London is a hub of international travellers, so it is the perfect place to tap into random, diverse conversations.

Here are 4 real examples, between March and June this year:

On the Coach to London: Sitting behind me, a young black couple.

For the entire journey they chatted in London “Endz” slang (luckily I saw the film “Attack The Block” so was able to translate), about people they knew on their phones.

They were dissing women they knew, like: “Is she a Lesbian? She looks like a Lesbian!” Her clothes, her hair, her behaviour... it was like being in a time tunnel back to a school playground in the 1970s!

I was kind of sad (knowing that however hard we try, we will never defeat Homophobia, it is embedded in our species, probably for evolutionary reasons – men and women needed to instantly recognise potential mates).

But also kind of hopeful.

Because no matter how hard THEY, the Genderistas, try, these young people are still not brainwashed, they understand that there are only two sexes, and only care whether someone of the other sex has an interest in THEM!

Entering Hyde Park: At the entrance to Hyde Park, older black man running his stall.

At the Marble Arch entrance to Speakers Corner, an older evangelical black man (who we once would have called “West Indian”,to identify him as being from the Windrush generation, which is now politically incorrect).

He is one of the fixtures of Hyde Park with his stall, called “Racial Chess”, where you can sit down to play real chess with other passers-by. You choose a side from his multi-coloured chess pieces. You are whichever colour you pick, red, green,pink, you get the idea – it's quite clever.

On this day, he had two write & wipe boards up, one said “What Are Men For”? The other “What Are Women For”? inviting the public to add their comments.

There were several feminist, anti-woke, and anti-grooming comments.

I loved it, and told him how pleased I was to see him having this conversation. It illustrated how the public (at least the visitors to Hyde Park on that day) aren't even thinking about “a million genders” - it's still just men and women!

On the train returning to Bristol: A professional couple in their 30s, in the 1st class carriage.

The earlier trains had been cancelled, so it was over-full; they often allow you to sit in first class when this happens, for no extra charge, so I was surrounded by white collar workers working on their laptops.

First Class is always quiet, and they were talking openly, so everyone could hear.

She was a mental health professional, complaining to her partner that a teenager she was assigned to help was not being given suitable care, because of her claiming to be “trans”!

I am not making this up – this was a genuine conversation, overheard by the entire carriage.

Her male partner didn't know what to make of it. I was sad for the young person, but elated that normal people in the health professions are being impacted by the pernicious trans-ideology, to the point where they recognise that it is preventing them from doing their jobs properly, and the harm to their clients.

And not being afraid to talk about it in a public space!

At Victoria Station, London: Finally - the Ladies Loos!

50 women,waiting patiently (and uncomfortably) in a queue stretching down three flights of stairs! On the station level was the entrance to the Men's Loos, plus a “Unisex” Loo.

(You notice that the men didn't have to go up and down stairs)! So, on the face of it, an improvement – the Unisex toilet was on the men's side.

Not a single woman went into the male side to use the Unisex Loo. They preferred to wait, grumbling quietly among themselves, in a queue, for up to fifteen minutes.

Regardless of disabilities, and the difficulty of getting up and down the stairs. That's how averse we are to entering men's spaces.

And no, there weren't any trannies in the queue – I would love to have seen it: “Welcome to our world”!

(Would he have refused to go to the unisex Loo on the men's side as well? Would he complain about not enough toilets provided for women at Victoria Station? Pigs might fly)!

It was the perfect snapshot of how the gender nonsense is irrelevant in the real world.

I look forward to my future journeys to “the Smoke”, as London used to be called, and seeing and hearing many more of my fellow travellers openly rejecting the anti-human ideology of “trans.”

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