Sam Smith, an overhyped, untalented, fake singer who can't carry a tune even if it had a handle, now is trying to grab some attention (I guess fake hate crimes are now too expensive to pull off).
Now "it" claims it is neither male or female.
Of course in the world of the leftist swine, being male or female is "binary" - just like the fabricated notion of "gay marriage" is binary - two people. Yet, the militant gay community didn't want to extend marriage to non-binary relationships so they acted in a bigoted fashion only to grab their relationships and to deny other consenting adult coupling to be equally recognized.
But I digress.
Smith has all of the appearances of a misshapen, metro-sexual male. Apparently being a white male is too difficult for him to claim to be so he wants his share of woman to be exposed.
Oh, the mammaries.
I'm not sure what this shit is about when you aren't male or female. I know I have no problem being Miss UV with long white gloves on, a nice yellow sun dress on, and a nice sun bonnet to wear while sipping mint julips watching my non-voluntary unpaid workers tilling the soil and singing old-fashioned spirituals as their enormous muscles glisten with sweat and man smell. But I don't shave anything. My moustache looks wonderful and if you look for my cleavage you'll see man fur cascading down to my man peen.
But I would never claim to be non-binary. I don't pretend to be a waffle or a muskrat or even a turnip.
I'm a man when I'm not a woman or when I'm too gay to be straight or too straight to be gay.
I fashion that those claiming to be really women when they were born with a peen are just fucked up people whose parents failed to do their job and to raise Johnny as a boy and Justine as a female.
As for Smith's fucked up status, I am a libertarian so I want him to live so fucked up that one day he'll save us all the misery and he'll off himself in a delicious jump to the final conclusion.
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