Dear Kat Timpf (A Read-Along)

Chapter Three

August 3rd, 2026

This group I spoke of is the Gender Dysphoria Support group. Because I qualified for hormones right as the political landscape wiped the "endo-pack" out, I still get invites to club meetings. Yipee. Transgender being the closest to Gender Fluid on the "Who Am I?" survey in our files, I get sent a reminder monthly that looks verbatim like my vitally important psych visit. That's what tricked me into going this time. Months ago I vowed to stop over "Mia's" arrival. This Lady used to be Cody, who somebody called "Bubbles" despite that already being a 350 lb. toothless AIDS patient meth-head killer nurse whose ability to steal my boyfriend once seriously made me question my need to exist by that name (they did legal work and my immediate ex wanted a paternity test to dodge child support for the daughter he loved so hard he wouldn't fight for me 'coz he needed to see her in six years). This was that due to a hot tub fellatio event, but the relevant data is Cody was a tubby chap who did sound at church, then was Ashley, or "Ass-Lee" called them who brilliantly showed up rocking a bod making you look fat with Cindy Brady pigtails in a cho-mo prison. Together, two odd sex criminals became "lesbians" together to everybody's disgust cursed with eyeballs. Ashley got moved into a wing with Brock, a great guy and Fox News fan (!) who despite his deep conservative values fell for the "girl". Owning a thriving store (prison bartering wherein the holder makes profit on loaned item interest) this guy rejected trannies and trims (men who sacrifice their genders in prison typically for protection, money, drugs, or all those) until this baby-bird looking critter with Pantene offa Canteen hair won him over. He allowed her to maintain the lesbomance for a bit, then with an ultimatum Mia went MIA.

Now Mia is the authority on goddamn everything at the Gender Dysphoria Support group. Talking a blue streak ceaselessly, wedging a word in sideways is untenable. When I arrived, I was nearly applauded for my dissenting opinion in a very declined number of attendees. Ten in, I realized Mia was why I swore to never return and dollas to donuts those other dames felt the same.

 Immediately, "Gina" made comments about Fox News and how they'd never allow an intelligent left voice on the air. Try as I might to break in that convo, "Dr. Jill" I dub Mia blabbed like a bullshit brook for almost the hour only letting echo chamber partner Gina share the mic to set up more material this 5 o'clock shadowed, greasy-headed bitter fat dude bitching over nobody calling it "her". Gingerly I wanted to offer discourse.

Gina daily shows up at work in our legal library. Gracefully and politely she performs her job with a well put-together non-"woman-face" look. Its result is a respected community member. There'll always be those butt-munches not on board. We're not after them. However, respect isn't something anybody gets for merely showing up. Like the Smiths sang "You Just Haven't Earned It Yet, Baby".

Those redneck guys so unobtainable out there but available here? Outside trans women who once were nerdy boys can bring them home. When they do and those guys find out they had sex with a person with a penis, murder often happens. That's the response of a testosterone-filled adrenaline-rushed rape victim. This conversation I always want to have with my trans friends. 100% why the rates of trans murder are so high. Have a few here and there been over transphobia? Sure. Fewer and further between I promise. That's a huge issue with the Trans Activism Community. Their missions are madness that muddy messages and could save lives but do the opposite. Trans women should always reveal that status to intimate connections. That's a public health concern, and not doing so violates it. What I'm saying big picture is I understand fully the frustration of the non-binary critical thinker. These things I want to discuss from a place of knowledge, pragmatism, and societal concerns get blotted over by unexceptional people with agendas every time.

Wrapping up this note: I had fun, maybe I can do this again! Write back when you're not so busy. Watching the show weeks ago the topic was about the sex criminal Tim Waltz freed. You commented on guys not being remembered for the worst thing they did, and that not applying to cho-mos and killers. Me, I'm here for ALMOST killing a guy I knew and was pretty sure was sexually inappropriate to his kid. Turns out, this sounds fictional - swear it's not, I was molested in the same house 40+ years earlier before Kindergarten. Do I get some clemency here? 12 years, nobody's dead, shrink says I'm good. Here I've taught illiterates to read, donated my books to the library, known for helping people in trouble, and I totally watch your show every night I don't crash out from exhaustion before the monologue's done!

Lemme know, I'll holler when I'm done with your book - Kusses, Batmama

PS - Since we're tight now will you hook me up with your publisher? I'm thinking I can do a gay dude's "Orange Is the New Black". I will totally hit you back. Ask Tank, Rooster, or Cadillac: my IOU is straight!