Josh Slocum of @Disaffected Podcast , Helena Kerschner (@lacroicsz), and Limpida (@americandog1998) join me to speak about the impact of radical feminism and pop feminism on the gender identity issues seizing GenZ. Helena's substack: https://lacroicsz.substack.com Limpida's substack: https://strigoi.substack.com Josh's channel: https://www.youtube.com/c/DisaffectedPodcast Other links: https://antileftistmarx.substack.com https://digitalcommons.sacredheart.edu/shureview/vol10/iss2/1/ Support this channel: https://www.paypal.me/benjaminboyce Find all interviews on spotify: https://spoti.fi/3px5WnK https://www.patreon.com/benjaminboyce Join me on alternative video sites: https://odysee.com/@BenjaminABoyce https://www.bitchute.com/channel/benjaminboyce/ And on Twitter @BenjaminABoyce #Gender #Feminism #Detransition ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WeNBzotUdSc

Support this channel: https://www.paypal.me/benjaminboyce From The Book of Intersections, Chapter IX I met my love by the Big Ought Tree Its fruits and leaves so fair and free. It told us what we both should do To save the world and make it new: "Tear down the systems that confine, Topple statues, demand resign Every head of state who won't Bend the knee to what is Woke." And thus my love and me we got Our friends to help with the Big Ought Tree's great plan, and through the town Our chants and marches did resound. And once the Mayor bent to us, We demanded that she trust Us to enact the Big Tree's will— To dismantle Capitol Hill. And when the buildings of the State Were but some cinders—then we ate The fruit the Big Ought Tree bequeathed: The Knowledge of what lies beneath Every system, good or bad: It's all just Power! And so we had Our senators and teachers stand Upon a platform, beside the band. And one by one we hung them high As music gleeful filled the sky! We laughed and shouted as they pissed And shat themselves—naught was amiss. For they who ran the systems that Oppressed us, and the habitat Destroyed—our leaders duly paid For all mistakes our culture made. Then back we went, my love and me, To where stood proud the Big Ought Tree. We climbed its boughs, and there we slept And when we woke, all that was left Of society was ash—we thrilled At this our chance to finally build A daring, bright utopia Free of the old myopia. Follow me on twitter @BenjaminABoyce And on bitchute: https://www.bitchute.com/channel/benjaminboyce/ https://www.paypal.me/benjaminboyce https://bitbacker.io/user/benjaminboyce/ https://www.patreon.com/benjaminboyce https://www.subscribestar.com/benjaminboyce https://www.etsy.com/shop/BenjaminABoyce ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qL_O0hMrHE