[From Rudolf’s blog, by Romanianalien. The temptation is too great to let this piece of «news» untreated… My comments in italics.]
An eight-month-old baby is possibly the first person in the world to have their gender marked as ‘unknown’ on their health card.
Wait a second! Her/him/its mother/father/spawner waited eight months to register her/his/its child…? Or did they revoke the old, gender correct card, issuing a new card with the «U» on it? I don’t understand!
Searyl Atli’s gender has marked with a ‘U’ on her Canadian health card, standing for ‘undetermined’ or ‘unassigned’.
Errr… what? «Has marked»? The kid did mark the card? Come on, dude, how the hell do you expect me to understand this story if you cock-up like this?
The baby’s parent, Kori Doty, does not identify as male or female and prefers to use the pronoun ‘they’, and wants to raise Searyl’s genderless until the baby has a “sense of self and command of vocabulary to tell me who they are”.
The baby’s parent (lovely, OP doesn’t say «mother» or «father» because he/she/it doesn’t know the gender of it), Kori Doty (what kind of fucking name it’s Kori?) wants to raise its child genderless (I’m gonna use from now on the pronoun «it» to refer to the child’s parent/spawner) until the baby can tell it: «Momma, I has a <insert sexual organ here>, call me a boy/girl/sexual helicopter».
Look at its spawner. Poor kid…
Doty wants to keep Searyl’s gender off of all official records until that day, according to CBC.
They said: “I’m recognising them as a baby and trying to give them all the love and support to be the most whole person that they can be outside of the restrictions that come with the boy box and the girl box.”
«They said?» This shit gets confusing. Who is «they»? Ah, I remembered, it’s the kid’s spawner. (I refuse to call it a «mother», maybe it gets offended, you know).
British Columbia (BC) has so far refused Doty’s request to have Searyl’s birth certificate issued without a gender marker.
Maybe it’s because shit gets more confusing. Like, life is already complicated, don’t complicate it even more, child. Simplicity has its beauty.
Doty, along with the British Columbia Human Rights Tribunal argue that the omission of gender should apply to all government documents for everyone in BC and Canada.
I have a suggestion. Why instead they don’t issue a birth certificate at all? Let’s cut the crap with the governmental registration and stuff. Let the kid choose its own name as well. Heck, if it wants to be called «Cyanide Pill» or «SissyBoi69», we should let it, right? Or better, let it choose its own parents! In this case, the kid is going to win with almost any choice he makes…
Provinces including Ontario are reviewing their policies and may include a non-bonar gender option on official documents in the future.
Doty believes that people who want to change their gender after in life have to go through a difficult process and instead wants a third option from birth.
Well, if you count the balls uprooting, dick chopping and tit-putting for the gents, and the cunt-closing, tit chopping, dick-putting for the ladies, plus the hormonal treatments and sheeeit, then yes, it’s kinda hard…
They* It added: “When I was born, doctors looked at my genitals and made assumptions about who I would be, and those assignments followed me and followed my identification throughout my life”.
*(fuck you, I’m gonna call you an «it».) Why, instead of saying «I», you don’t say: «theyself» or some shit like that? Why we have to put up with half-assed solutions, why? Doctors weren’t going to pretend they were blind or some shit like that. Want to be cured? You need a doctor who knows what the fuck he is doing! And he needs to be not a fucktard, and not pander to some obvious shit… You know, medicine is a hard science… Hard sciences mean that you can’t say «2+2=5», because it’s not 5. It’s 4, and you can’t change that. Moron.
“Those assumptions were incorrect, and I ended up having to do a lot of adjustments since then…”
GM has an adjustment for ye…
What a fucking moron. And you need the source to check if it really says «non-bonar» or if I made that shit up.