JKR on men in women's jails

[fromorbit]

Another banger from the Queen of Twitter after she posted about the recent report on men in women's jails in Scotland.

The trans activist outrage that ensues on here whenever I share my belief that jailed women shouldn't be used as validation tools or emotional support props for trans-identified male sex offenders is as revealing as it's predictable.

Such activists can't bring themselves to concede that a man who was convicted of harming women/girls ought not to be incarcerated with the demographic to whom he is a proven danger, because if they do, all their stock arguments ('no sexual predator would bother to pretend to be trans', 'no trans woman has ever harmed a woman in a women's only space', 'there is no danger in making all single sex spaces unisex') are exposed as the lies they are. If they admit that even a single man isn't a woman because he says he is, the entire edifice of gender identity ideology crumbles. This leaves activists who rely on bullying and slogans with nowhere to go but 'you hate all trans people', 'so you're saying all trans people are rapists' and, of course, 'you are causing a trans genocide.'

I think this particular issue also causes conniptions because it threatens the activists' self image. These are people who preen themselves on their kindness and virtue, so acknowledging the truth - that they're indifferent to vulnerable women being assaulted or traumatised - threatens the idea they have of themselves. They therefore double down. The prisoners complaining aren't really afraid of rape or voyeurism or violence at all, they say. They're 'not exactly delicate flowers', as one self-identified empath put it.

If you support putting violent and sexually predatory men into women's prisons, you are knowingly forcing those women to live in fear of, and, in some proven cases, to suffer abuse that many of them will have endured pre-incarceration. You are not kind. You are not righteous. Women have the basic human right not to suffer cruel and unusual punishment. #WomensRightsAreHumanRights
https://twitter.com/jk_rowling

This is why we've got transactivists all over this board derailing and wailing today. The Telegraph reported JKR's tweet 5 hours ago. There are currently over 2,600 comments under the article and they're universally in favour of her comments and critical of the media for effectively lying to the public:

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2024/02/27/jk-rowling-criticises-trans-cat-killer-scarlet-blake-woman/?li_source=LI&li_medium=for_you

Looks like the wheels are coming off in plain sight.

Brilliant

Maybe people are finally seeing the problem with pretending that sex can be changed and men can 'become' on a feeling and by wearing a skirt 🤔. The nonsense is being exposed.

I point out to people the cat murdering, person murdering vile person is a man and always has been and always will be.
Does anyone want any man in safe spaces, just because HE decides he want to play at being a woman.

Au contraire - I am stoked seeing her when she's angry!

She's FABULOUS!!!! 😍

You've upset me now . . . <sniff>. 😰

@Emotionalsupportviper I'm so sorry. It was for both of you, but I worded it badly! To make it up to you...

T. regina!

This thread is the amazingest thus far.
The superdino pics are astounding 🤩

Please, write the script!

Apology accepted!

And as you point out, it is number of women working together for the good of all which has led to the birth of the most Terrible of All Lizards.

(I especially like the "Steampunk" version.)

Courtesy of AI

Certainly! Here’s the opening scene of a thrilling play:

Title: “The Dino Catalyst”

Setting: A dimly lit underground laboratory. The air smells of chemicals and forgotten secrets. The lab is cluttered with beakers, microscopes, and ancient scrolls. A large steel door stands at the back, leading to an even deeper chamber.

Characters:

• Dr. Evelyn Grant: A brilliant geneticist, dedicated to unraveling the mysteries of the past.
• Professor Malcolm Kane: A skeptical physicist who believes science has its limits.
• Lab Assistant, Jane: Young, eager, and slightly clumsy.

Scene: The lab is abuzz with activity. Dr. Grant hunches over a microscope, examining a vial of iridescent liquid. Jane scurries around, organizing test tubes.

Dr. Evelyn Grant: (muttering) “Come on, Jane. We’re on the brink of a breakthrough. The DNA from these ancient fossils could change everything.”
Jane: “Yes, Dr. Grant! I’ve never seen anything like it. The energy readings are off the charts.”
Jane accidentally knocks over a vial. The liquid spills onto her gloved hand.
Jane: “Oh no! I—I dropped it!”
Dr. Grant rushes over, concern etching her face.
Dr. Evelyn Grant: “Jane, are you all right?”
Jane: “I… I feel strange. My skin—it’s tingling.”
Jane’s eyes widen as her fingers elongate, claws emerging. Scales ripple across her arms.
Jane: “Dr. Grant, what’s happening to me?”
Dr. Evelyn Grant: “Jane, that vial contained radioactive dinosaur DNA. It’s rewriting your genetic code!”
Jane’s body convulses. She grows taller, her spine elongating. Her lab coat tears as dinosaur-like features emerge.
Jane: “I can feel it—the power! I’m becoming something more.”
Professor Kane enters, staring in shock.
Professor Malcolm Kane: “Evelyn, what have you done?”
Dr. Evelyn Grant: “It wasn’t intentional! We were trying to unlock ancient abilities, but this… this is beyond our control.”
Jane roars, her eyes glowing with newfound strength.
Jane: “I am DinoJane, and I will protect this world!”
The steel door creaks open, revealing darkness. The adventure begins.
^^
And so, the stage is set for a tale of scientific curiosity, transformation, and supercharged dinosaurs. 🦖🔬✨

Steph seems to have a very short memory… (Taking oestrogen can do that to male humans, so…)

<on edge of seat>

<nails bitten to quick>

When's the next episode?

Let’s continue the thrilling tale of Jane, the super-powered dinosaur detective. 🦖🕵️‍♀️

Title: “The Case of the Missing Moonstone”

Scene: Jane’s secret lair, deep beneath the city. The walls are adorned with ancient hieroglyphs, and a holographic moon hovers above her desk.
Characters:

1. Jane (J): A transformed dinosaur with newfound abilities.
2. Detective Samson (DS): A grizzled human detective who reluctantly partners with Jane.
3. Professor Amelia Stone (PAS): An eccentric archaeologist with a penchant for moonstones.

(Jane adjusts her dinosaur-sized fedora and sharpens her claws. Detective Samson eyes her skeptically.)
^^
Jane (J): (growls) Samson, we’ve got a case. The Moonstone of Osiris has vanished from the museum vault. It’s no ordinary gem—it holds the power to control tides, earthquakes, and even time itself.
Detective Samson (DS): (lights a cigarette) You’re telling me a dino like you can solve this? What’s your angle, Jane?
Jane (J): (smirks) My angle? I can smell deceit a mile away, Samson. Plus, my new abilities—enhanced senses, telekinesis, and the ability to communicate with ancient spirits—make me the perfect detective.
Detective Samson (DS): (grumbles) Fine, but I’m calling you “Super Dino” from now on. Let’s start at the museum. Amelia Stone might know something.
(At the museum, Professor Amelia Stone greets them, her eyes wide with curiosity.)
Professor Amelia Stone (PAS): (excitedly) Jane! Samson! The Moonstone vanished during the lunar eclipse. The security footage shows a shadowy figure—fast, agile, and eerily silent.
Jane (J): (sniffs the air) Werewolf? Vampire? No, something else. Ancient. And it left behind a faint scent of moonflowers.
Detective Samson (DS): (lights another cigarette) Moonflowers? What kind of perp leaves a floral calling card?
Jane (J): (determined) We follow the scent, Samson. To the docks. There, we’ll uncover the truth and reclaim the Moonstone.
(Under the moonlit sky, Jane and Samson track the scent. They find an abandoned warehouse.)
Jane (J): (whispers) Samson, stay close. We’re dealing with a Lunar Cult—worshipers of the moon’s power. And they want the Moonstone for their dark rituals.
Detective Samson (DS): (gruffly) Rituals? I signed up for murder cases, not moon magic.
Jane (J): (activates her telekinesis) Brace yourself, Samson. We’re going in.
(Inside the warehouse, they confront the cult leader, cloaked in moonlight.)
Cult Leader (CL): (sinisterly) Jane, the Moonstone belongs to the moon. It’s time to return it.
Jane (J): (glowing with lunar energy) Not on my watch. Prepare to face the wrath of Super Dino!
And so begins Jane’s first case as a super-powered dinosaur detective. Will she reclaim the Moonstone and unravel the secrets of the Lunar Cult? Only time—and moonlight—will tell. 🌙🔍🦖

Will she commune with moths?

No-one knows the moon like a moth . . .

Let’s continue the enthralling tale of “The Case of the Missing Moonstone.” (Unfortunately AI had forgotten what it had already written!)

Act II: The Moth Brigade

Scene: Jane’s Study, Late Evening

The room is dimly lit, with shelves of dusty books lining the walls. Jane, the brilliant detective, sits at her desk, poring over cryptic notes. The moonstone—a priceless gem—has vanished from the museum, and Jane is determined to crack the case.

Jane (muttering to herself): “Moonstone, moonstone… Where could you be hiding?”
Just then, a soft fluttering sound fills the room. Jane looks up to see a group of moths gathering near the window.
Jane: “Curious. What brings you here, my winged friends?”
The largest moth steps forward, its iridescent wings shimmering in the moonlight.
Moth Leader: “We’ve heard whispers, Jane. Whispers of a thief who stole the moonstone. We moths have eyes everywhere, you see.”
Jane: “Eyes everywhere? Fascinating. But why would moths care about a stolen gem?”
Moth Leader: “Because the moonstone holds ancient magic. It’s a conduit between our world and the celestial realms. And now, it’s in the wrong hands.”
Jane: “I see. But how can you help?”
Moth Leader: “We know secrets—the hidden passages, the forgotten corners. Follow us, Jane. We’ll lead you to the heart of this mystery.”
Jane hesitates for a moment, then nods. She gathers her coat, slips on her detective hat, and follows the moths out the window. They soar into the night, their wings brushing against the stars.
Scene: Moonlit RooftopsJane and the Moth Brigade flit across rooftops, guided by the moon’s silvery glow.
Jane: “Where are we headed?”
Moth Leader: “To the abandoned observatory. That’s where the moonstone was last seen. But beware—the shadows there hold secrets darker than the night.”
As they approach the observatory, Jane notices a faint shimmer—a trail of stardust leading inside.
Jane: “This stardust… It’s like breadcrumbs.”
Moth Leader: “Indeed. Follow it, Jane. And remember, not all thieves wear masks.”
They slip through a cracked window, and the observatory unfolds before them—a cavernous space filled with telescopes, star charts, and echoes of forgotten astronomers.
Scene: The Observatory’s Hidden ChamberIn the heart of the observatory lies a hidden chamber. The moonstone rests on a velvet pedestal, its glow pulsating.
Jane: “Why would anyone steal this gem?”
Moth Leader: “To harness its magic, perhaps. Or to unlock a portal to realms beyond.”
Jane examines the moonstone closely. Its facets reveal ancient symbols—the language of the stars.
Jane: “We need answers. And I suspect the thief left a clue.”
She scans the room, her eyes falling on an old star map. The constellations align, pointing to a single word:
“Eclipse.”
Jane’s heart races. The moonstone’s power is strongest during an eclipse.
Jane: “The next solar eclipse is in three days. We must act swiftly.”
The Moth Brigade nods in agreement. Together, they vow to unravel the mystery, protect the moonstone, and restore cosmic balance.
And so, dear audience, our intrepid detective Jane embarks on a celestial quest. Will she decipher the clues, confront the thief, and prevent catastrophe? Only time—and the fluttering wings of moths—will tell.
To be continued…
(End of Act II)

Final Act

Act III: The Celestial Confrontation

Scene: The Moonlit Grove

The night is thick with anticipation. Jane and the Moth Brigade stand in a moonlit grove, surrounded by ancient oaks. The air hums with magic.
^^
Jane: “The eclipse approaches. We must decipher the star map and unlock the moonstone’s secrets.”
Jane traces her finger along the constellations—their patterns forming a celestial puzzle.
Moth Leader: “The thief seeks to channel the moonstone’s power during the eclipse. But for what purpose?”
The moths flutter, their wings casting shadows on the ground.
Jane: “We need a key—a word, a symbol—to unlock the moonstone’s true potential.”
And then she sees it: a hidden glyph etched into the bark of an oak tree.
Jane: “The word is ‘Luminos.’ It means ‘light’ in an ancient tongue.”
The ground trembles. Roots twist, revealing a hidden passage.
Scene: The Subterranean ChamberJane descends into darkness, the moths guiding her. The air grows colder, and the walls pulse with energy.
Jane: “The thief awaits.”
At the chamber’s heart stands a figure draped in shadows—the Moonstone Thief.
Thief: “Jane, brilliant detective. You’ve come far.”
Jane: “Why steal the moonstone? What do you seek?”
Thief: “Immortality. The moonstone grants eternal life during the eclipse. But it requires a sacrifice.”
The moonstone glows, its light revealing an altar.
Jane: “A life for a life.”
Jane’s mind races. She remembers the legends—the moonstone’s power fueled by sacrifice.
Thief: “Choose, Jane. Your life or the world’s.”
Jane gazes at the moonstone, torn between duty and desire.
Scene: The EclipseThe solar eclipse nears. Jane stands before the altar, the moonstone pulsing in her hand.
Moth Leader: “Jane, listen. The moths—they are ancient guardians. We’ve seen civilizations rise and fall. We’ve witnessed sacrifice.”
Jane: “What sacrifice?”
Moth Leader: “Not yours, but the thief’s. The moonstone demands a willing heart. Only then can its magic be harnessed.”
Jane looks at the Thief, who trembles.
Thief: “I stole the moonstone to save my dying daughter. But I can’t bear the cost.”
Jane’s resolve hardens.
Jane: “The world deserves light, not darkness.”
She places the moonstone on the altar. The grove trembles, and the eclipse begins.
Scene: The Celestial SurgeThe moonstone absorbs the eclipse’s energy. Light spills forth, illuminating the grove.
Jane: “Farewell, old friend.”
The Thief steps forward, tears in their eyes.
Thief: “Thank you.”
The moths weave a cocoon of stardust around the Thief.
Moth Leader: “A new guardian. A willing heart.”
The Thief transforms into a constellation—a beacon in the night sky.
Scene: The Morning AfterJane stands in the grove, the moths fluttering around her.
Moth Leader: “Balance restored. The moonstone’s magic lives on.”
Jane smiles, knowing that sacrifice isn’t always darkness—it’s the light that guides us.
(End of Act III).

<wipes away a tear>

Beautiful!

The moths are a bit like the Baker Street Irregulars, aren't they?

<wonders if a werewolf would have been able to join forces with Jane, DinoTerf Detective, and her Lunar Army of Lepidoptera>

<wonders if werewolves count as "trans-species" or "bi-species" - or maybe "non-speciesy">

<gives up the struggle to make sense of it all>

<hopes for a second series in 2025>

Oh god! 🤩🤩

DinoJane for president!!!

Loved the bit with the lunar power

And the moths! This is genius.
A moth Army DOES have eyes everywhere.

DinoJane and the Moths.

Could be a band too 😄😄

I am sad I can only read this on my phone.
Sterling, Sterling work @Boiledbeetle
I nominate you as director.

Amazing @Boiledbeetle Id love a series of these.

I just wanted to put this here

Now that is a cute moth!

They are the moths that will appear in the heavily CGI'd film version of the case of the missing moonstone

I think a <SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE> is merited here.

They look like little fuzzy fairies . . .

I too just made a noise I can't spell.

Yep, when I saw the picture a strange, unarticulated joy just leapt out 🤩

They’ll be awesome in the tv-series 🤓
but they have to be small. Not human size like in Cats. No.
And no capes. AI must be taught the dangers of capes.

Im soooooooooooooo sorry ...