For the eight years I worked in a Montreal hospital, I seriously desired to have a sex change.
After years of figuring out why I felt that way, recently, especially since I discovered the full extent of feminism and men’s right movement, I got my answer.
I felt so compelled to fit the fuck in, to keep my Nurse’s aid job in this extreme Quebec feminist dominated culture pervading society in almost every area.
Because I was “lucky” and “fortunate” to like and do cross gender dressing, and being quite gender and sexual orientation blind since teenage years, I could have gone more easily than many, through the whole sex change process.
If I became the more politically correct sex and gender, I would be be more valued, popular and loved, within this feminist, leftist, and anti “All male aggression in all context is wrong” society.
FDR’s feminism and MRM works are the primary reasons for me putting a stop to going through the whole process.
In hindsight, I’m glad I terminated that direction.