As a fellow Australian, I cheered on May 21, 2022, when Zali Steggall retained the seat that she won from the Queen's Consort Knighting Nincompoop in 2019. Scotty From Marketing's captain's pick of Devastation went down like a deflated balloon. Devastation claimed that trans kids were simply Autistic, and I was able to say that there is a large number of Autistic kids and adults who are LGBTIQA, but to say that trans kids are simply Autistic is plain wrong. Devastation may have a lesbian babysitter but that does not mean that she is not anti-LGBTIQA. Furthermore, Devastation walked back on her narrower comments about opposition to transwomen in women's sports. The only thing that I say about transwomen in women's sports is, yes, many transwomen tend to want to play sports traditionally associated with males, such as cricket and various codes of football, as opposed to netball for example. That, however, is not a sign of misogyny, as the TERFs claim, but is what I call the Beethoven Defence. Unlike Mozart, who crawled across to the piano, after his sister had left it, and played a piece from memory, Beethoven's father, who was in a choir, decided when he was four, to make a musician out of him and made him practise for hours on the viola and the clavier, and if he didn't work hard, was cruel. Beethoven loved music and gave his first concert tour at 11. A child may be forced to play football and feel wrong about their gender but still want to play it. I even remember seeing a story about a boy who was the only boy in his ballet class, and he was talented, who also played Australian Rules Football.

When I saw my endocrinologist, and told her that I'm autistic, she did not say, "Oh, you don't know what you want," she asked me to describe instances in my life where I felt that I wasn't in the right gender. I described how, when I was four, and went to kindergarten and how boys and girls played together, that I was happiest when assigned to kitchen corner or dolly corner, rather than block corner, and how most of my friends were girls. I also described how, when I was 7, I was at my paternal grandparents' place, and I was playing by myself with some dolls that had belonged to my aunts when they were growing up, but my brother wanted to play with other things, and how, when I went there when I was 10-15 (I rarely saw my grandparents as during the winter, my brother played soccer, and during the summer, he played cricket, so I remember, when I was 10, I didn't see them between January and September, and then I saw them once more in September, then at Christmas time, and then not until Easter Saturday when I was 11, and then twice in the winter holidays (June 16 and 20) and then not until just before Christmas, and the following year, on Easter Sunday and then, not again until December 20 and that day was HORRIBLE (no sooner had we arrived, and my brother wanted to play cricket, and even though I HATED it, my mother forced me to go off and play with him, then, after lunch, my brother wanted to go and ride one of the bikes in the shed, and no sooner had I finished my lunch, when my mother SENT me outside to watch him. It was a hot day, and he kept riding the bike up the track that served as a driveway, and then kept calling out, "Come on, Pete!" and I said, "Look, it's hot! I just want to sit on the patio!" Then we saw them on January 16, after my birthday, then on April 24, and my brother said that because they lived on acreage, it was the kind of place where you could "hit a cricket ball," or "kick a football," and my mother agreed with HIM! I was forced to go out and do that, despite hating it, and when I protested the day before, my mother said, "But you shouldn't be inside with your grandparents, you should be outside." My grandmother understood, and we would often sneak time to have a talk, when my mother was outside. I didn't see them again until December of that year, and then, we didn't see them until December 24 of the following year. I used to think it unfair. My paternal grandmother was more accepting than my mother.

One thing that the TERFs fail to understand is this. A transwoman doesn't have to be hyperfeminine. I am not planning to buy dresses, just women's jeans and I'll probably keep some male tops. Also, once a transwoman begins to take a testosterone blocker, she is incapable of obtaining a spontaneous erection, and if she masturbates, she will only ejaculate a little clear fluid. Also, the penis and testes will shrink. My testosterone levels are barely detectable at less than 0.5. I remember seeing many examples of toxic masculinity, including bullying at school, and do not want any part of it! My orientation is towards women, but I am more asexual.