Sex Swap: A moral Suicide?

Sex Swap: A moral Suicide?

It’s almost the end 2015. We have 21 days to 2016, the year I want to change my Sex. Every day I want to change my sex not my thinking how convenient is that? This is not a New Year resolution or a promise.  Wait,   I meant weight.  Can I go back?  I want to change my sex!  Well, Transfiguration is not the same as transsexualism. In transgender you are consciously configuring yourself to the nearest whole number.  My nearest whole number while I “might” be of the opposite sex is my current dominant biological born sex status.  It is heart breaking people.  No let me re-phrase that; no let me re-face that. Perhaps I meant let me ‘change’ myself to something else.   Hearts are broken in the name of seeking worthless fame and overnight fake stale global headline stories. They are just that, yes! Empty stories that the world cannot afford to ignore because they are of “special importance” with a more secular political correctness status not ordained from God. But my African adage informs me promptly me that empty pots make loudest noise.

We all have stories to tell, but very few stories to keep. Very few stories to last one sunset if any. Who said for our stories to be retold in the halls of fame and stored in the world museums of consciousness we must be so weird and psychologically twisted?  To rekindle our hopes it’s equal to zero or pure accidental. In our in-satiable desires, we want make headlines at all costs and for the obvious wrong reasons. Why do I say this? Because soon we are scared of the generational truth that does not change. Think of lies becoming truth and truth becoming lies overnight. Ever thought of that in real world? That is what they feed you. What they feed you, you become.  You cannot be entertained in dinner of arrowroots and sorghum herbs and yams and expect you to pass stool (Feces) of Macaroni and Cheese in your long call of nature.   If they don’t get what they want they will declare you bankrupt and misdiagnose you with a strange strain of incurable disease that is permanently immoral and contagious.

I do not understand how I can be a man of say 71 or 21 years and tomorrow morning I wake up thinking I should be a she. Why can’t the sun do the same to the moon? The stars decide one day to be a rainbow when there is no rain at all. And in our ignorant consciousness flood the market with umbrellas thinking it will rain cats and dogs. I am sorry there are no dogs any more. Even the cats are skinned alive.  The Chinese are on mission to make all our pets an extinct delicacy.  Hallo mankind? The writings are on the wall, but it’s all in Greek.  There is something terribly wrong with us people! What should say in this case? Let me begin from the beginning. I am a male to begin with, then a husband, a father and to the same effect a grandfather.  Then one morning I am a female. No I am not. It can’t be. Not unless I am growing young in backwardness then can I pull that shot with minimal sleep tranquility. We do not need genital reconstruction in my view. We need spiritual and psychological reconstruction before we start suffering from post-operation depression. The question is do we change the chromosomes? What about the genetic makeup? Why should we inject our self with fake hormonal imbalance? Some studies have shown and suggest that sex reassignment, although alleviating gender dysphoria may not suffice as treatment for transsexualism. The answer you are looking is simple but the actual operation is complex.  Once you cross over you have simply signed your suicide note with your own blood

Being a female in my opinion is not being a woman. Those are two different time zones like the actual menstrual periods and menopause stages are different and complex in all females.  If I change my sex physically I am consciously obligated to change my sex psychologically, emotionally and socially speaking. Tell me in in real world how I will stop to become a grandpa to a grandma, A father to a mother, a husband to a wife? A boy to girl or vice versa.   I must be watching a script straight from hell.  The same way I do not call a press conference to announce that I am actually straight. The same way I do not expect you to cause a political stampede simply because you want to be recognized and viewed as gay and “ass” such with special “ass” rights than an ass itself.  The more you keep quite the more you do not rattle as snake. Why in the world does looking so differently lost have been mistaken to be so fashionably cool? Just saying. Keep your own bedroom story to yourself. Join the conversation.

By Njoroge wa Ngige 121015-0203