The Non- Binary Scam

I defy anyone, upon reading Jamie Shupe’s story, to think of anything other than this line, from the Italian:

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate

If you know Italian you will recognize it immediately. When Dante was beginning his descent into the Inferno he saw the line inscribed over the gate of Hell. In English, it reads:

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

If you were starting to feel hopeful about America’s future, then I offer to your attention the story of America’s first self-declared non-binary. Jamie Shupe was a man. He decided one day that he was really a woman. With the connivance of the medical profession, the courts and the press, he started on the road to transformation.

Then after undergoing the mutilating effects of modern medical treatment for his so-called condition, he decided that he would rather be non-binary, neither male nor female. The courts acquiesced and the New York Times ran a profile, presenting him as something of a hero— or is it heroine.

These august American institutions have been so completely terrorized by something called the transgender rights community that they meekly acquiesce to any form of science denial. In this case, to biological science denial.

It is madness, but there is no method to it.

Now, in an article on The Daily Signal site, Shupe recounts his journey, explaining that he now wants to go back to being a male. Fortunately, he did not have the surgery that would have mutilated him definitively. Still, he explains, he bears psychic scars and still has a multitude of health issues.

It began when Shupe, in the midst of a nervous breakdown, decided that he was really a she… and that becoming a she would cure him. He consulted with a nurse practitioner:

After convincing myself that I was a woman during a severe mental health crisis, I visited a licensed nurse practitioner in early 2013 and asked for a hormone prescription. “If you don’t give me the drugs, I’ll buy them off the internet,” I threatened.

Although she’d never met me before, the nurse phoned in a prescription for 2 mg of oral estrogen and 200 mg of Spironolactone that very same day.

The nurse practitioner ignored that I have chronic post-traumatic stress disorder, having previously served in the military for almost 18 years. All of my doctors agree on that. Others believe that I have bipolar disorder and possibly borderline personality disorder.

I should have been stopped, but out-of-control, transgender activism had made the nurse practitioner too scared to say no.

Where did he learn how to become a woman? From the Department of Veterans Affairs website. Does the VA provide such good care to veterans that it has extra time and resources to indulge this madness?

Shupe continues:

I’d learned how to become a female from online medical documents at a Department of Veterans Affairs hospital website.

After I began consuming the cross-sex hormones, I started therapy at a gender clinic in Pittsburgh so that I could get people to sign off on the transgender surgeries I planned to have.

All I needed to do was switch over my hormone operating fuel and get my penis turned into a vagina. Then I’d be the same as any other woman. That’s the fantasy the transgender community sold me. It’s the lie I bought into and believed.

Only one therapist tried to stop me from crawling into this smoking rabbit hole. When she did, I not only fired her, I filed a formal complaint against her. “She’s a gatekeeper,” the trans community said.

There is something seriously wrong with a nation that channels military resources into such activities.

And, think about it, the single therapist who recommended against Shupe’s transition was rewarded with a formal complaint. So much for freedom of expression within the medical profession.

The misdiagnosis has also become part of the psychiatrists’ diagnostic manual, the DSM:

The “Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders” (Fifth Edition) says one of the traits of gender dysphoria is believing that you possess the stereotypical feelings of the opposite sex. I felt that about myself, but yet no therapist discussed it with me.

Two weeks hadn’t passed before I found a replacement therapist. The new one quickly affirmed my identity as a woman. I was back on the road to getting vaginoplasty.

There’s abundant online literature informing transgender people that their sex change isn’t real. But when a licensed medical doctor writes you a letter essentially stating that you were born in the wrong body and a government agency or court of law validates that delusion, you become damaged and confused. I certainly did.

So, the nation’s institutions were conspiring, not to dissuade people from mutilating themselves, but to persuade them that the reports on the consequences of gender reassignment surgery were nonsense. Because our credentialed professionals, our governmental agencies and our courts of law can’t be wrong. Can they?

A few courageous professionals have attempted to shed light into the darkness.

Dr. Ray Blanchard has an unpopular theory that explains why someone like me may have been drawn to transgenderism. He claims there are two types of transgender women: homosexuals that are attracted to men, and men who are attracted to the thought or image of themselves as females.

It’s a tough thing to admit, but I belong to the latter group. We are classified as having autogynephilia.

Naturally, no one thought that Shupe had a psychological problem. They affirmed his belief that he was really a woman in a man’s body:

The best thing that could have happened would have been for someone to order intensive therapy. That would have protected me from my inclination to cross-dress and my risky sexual transgressions, of which there were many.

Instead, quacks in the medical community hid me in the women’s bathroom with people’s wives and daughters. “Your gender identity is female,” these alleged professionals said.

The medical community is so afraid of the trans community that they’re now afraid to give someone Blanchard’s diagnosis. Trans men are winning in medicine, and they’ve won the battle for language.

After three years of treatment, Shupe woke up one day and saw that he would never really be a female:

Three years into my gender change from male to female, I looked hard into the mirror one day. When I did, the facade of femininity and womanhood crumbled.

Despite having taken or been injected with every hormone and antiandrogen concoction in the VA’s medical arsenal, I didn’t look anything like a female. People on the street agreed. Their harsh stares reflected the reality behind my fraudulent existence as a woman. Biological sex is immutable.

It took three years for that reality to set in with me.

So, Shupe decided that he would declare himself to be non-binary. He made legal history:

When the fantasy of being a woman came to an end, I asked two of my doctors to allow me to become nonbinary instead of female to bail me out. Both readily agreed.

After pumping me full of hormones—the equivalent of 20 birth control pills per day—they each wrote a sex change letter. The two weren’t just bailing me out. They were getting themselves off the hook for my failed sex change. One worked at the VA. The other worked at Oregon Health & Science University.

To escape the delusion of having become a woman, I did something completely unprecedented in American history. In 2016, I convinced an Oregon judge to declare my sex to be nonbinary—neither male nor female.

In my psychotic mind, I had restored the mythical third sex to North America. And I became the first legally recognized nonbinary person in the country.

The international media was thrilled. They took time off from bashing conservatives to idolize the world’s first non-binary human being:

The landmark court decision catapulted me to instant fame within the LGBT community. For 10 nonstop days afterward, the media didn’t let me sleep. Reporters hung out in my Facebook feed, journalists clung to my every word, and a Portland television station beamed my wife and I into living rooms in the United Kingdom.

Becoming a woman had gotten me into The New York Times. Convincing a judge that my sex was nonbinary got my photos and story into publications around the world.

Then, before the judge’s ink had even dried on my Oregon sex change court order, a Washington, D.C.-based LGBT legal aid organization contacted me. “We want to help you change your birth certificate,” they offered.

Within months, I scored another historic win after the Department of Vital Records issued me a brand new birth certificate from Washington, D.C., where I was born. A local group called Whitman-Walker Health had gotten my sex designation on my birth certificate switched to “unknown.” It was the first time in D.C. history a birth certificate had been printed with a sex marker other than male or female.

Another transgender legal aid organization jumped on the Jamie Shupe bandwagon, too. Lambda Legal used my nonbinary court order to help convince a Colorado federal judge to order the State Department to issue a passport with an X marker (meaning nonbinary) to a separate plaintiff named Dana Zzyym.

Dare we notice that enlightened souls today want to bring their children up as non-binary. Rumor has it that one Meghan Markle, wife of Prince Harry will bring up her first child as binary. If she goes through with it, her mindless gesture will induce more and more parents to mangle their childrens’ psyches.

And then it all changed. Shupe came out against the medical-legal-media complex that had been promoting the fiction:

It wasn’t until I came out against the sterilization and mutilation of gender-confused children and transgender military service members in 2017 that LGBT organizations stopped helping me. Most of the media retreated with them.

Overnight, I went from being a liberal media darling to a conservative pariah.

Take a stand against sterilizing and mutilating people ( and children) and you become a pariah. 

And then, two months ago, Shupe decided to embrace his biological gender and go back to being a male:

In January 2019, unable to advance the fraud for another single day, I reclaimed my male birth sex. The weight of the lie on my conscience was heavier than the value of the fame I’d gained from participating in this elaborate swindle.

Two fake gender identities couldn’t hide the truth of my biological reality. There is no third gender or third sex. Like me, intersex people are either male or female. Their condition is the result of a disorder of sexual development, and they need help and compassion.

I played my part in pushing forward this grand illusion. I’m not the victim here. My wife, daughter, and the American taxpayers are—they are the real victims.

If you had faith in America’s institutions think again. This is not the story of a few crackpots. It’s the story of America’s institutions being terrorized by a bunch of crazed activists. It is going to take something radical to stop the madness. And to punish all of those involved in the swindle.