On Morality and Hitting Children With Cars

Honestly, after everything else, to see a photo of Pietro with his arm in cast and sling―

Transgender mother Bárbara Pastana, and her 2 year old son Pietro, were victims of a transphobic assault on Tuesday October 4th in Belém do Pará, Brazil. The attack occurred when she was taking her Pietro to the kindergarten by bike.tg-sign

“Every day I go out (in the Bengui neighborhood) and take my son to school by bicycle, in a front seat. Today, a car approached and followed me slowly. I kept pedaling but the driver sped up the car and hit on the bike, “she said.

Bárbara fell toward the sidewalk above her child and said that after the impact, her only concern was the health of the child. “I could not see anything, just saw my injured son. I do not know who did it, I can not imagine, “she said.


―is just too much. Today is one of those days.

Then again, today is one of those days insofar as I get to have such days. Brazil is a killing field for transgender, and I won’t tell anyone to feel thankful we Americans are merely fighting over restrooms, or anything like that. Still, though, I don’t know: Is there comfort that it’s not so bad up here, or are we just not there yet? And, you know, it never really helps to tell anyone to cheer up, at least they’re not running you down or … or … okay, at least they’re not doing all that stuff as much. Right. Never really helps.

I don’t know; this reminder that they would kill the children, too? Attacking children is hardly unique, but remember, these are the moralists.


Santos, Eduarda Alice. “Transgender mother and son victims of hit and run”. Planet Transgender. 1 November 2016.

Update: Velocipedephilia

It really is an awful price to pay for a bad joke. I had, earlier, asked what the hell was wrong with Scottish people. After all, it seemed a bit ridiculous to call the police simply because a man was having a go with his bicycle in a room at a hostel. I mean, it’s not like he was trying to get some from a mannequin at the local YMCA.

Anyway, The Sun reports that, according to Robert Stewart’s solicitor, “He thought he was having fun with the cleaners. He doesn’t think it’s funny any more.”

And, yes, I can see how wanking for shock value makes for a bad joke, but I still can’t believe this is something worth placing a guy on a Sex Offender Registry.

The question is still valid, though.

Poor, stupid bastard.

What the hell is wrong with Scottish people?

The headline struck me as funny. “Bike sex man placed on probation”.

I thought, “Now, how the hell do you do that?” Some interesting pictures came to mind, all of which were hilarious. It seemed easy enough to visualize. The basic postures involved seem simple enough. Balancing and steering, though; now that seemed hard. But I was visualizing the wrong scene.

Thankfully, it turns out.

I just did not expect the detail. According to the BBC:

A man caught trying to have sex with his bicycle has been sentenced to three years on probation.

Robert Stewart, 51, admitted a sexually aggravated breach of the peace by conducting himself in a disorderly manner and simulating sex.

Now, let us be clear. Or, maybe not. It is not like he was down in the public square committing velocipedephilia. He was, in fact, shacked up with his bike in a hostel.

Mr Stewart was caught in the act with his bicycle by cleaners in his bedroom at the Aberley House Hostel in Ayr.

Gail Davidson, prosecuting, told Ayr Sheriff Court: “They knocked on the door several times and there was no reply.

“They used a master key to unlock the door and they then observed the accused wearing only a white t-shirt, naked from the waist down.

“The accused was holding the bike and moving his hips back and forth as if to simulate sex.”

Both cleaners, who were “extremely shocked”, told the hostel manager who called police.

It is hard to figure what to say to this. On the one hand, I understand Sheriff Miller’s perspective: “In almost four decades in the law I thought I had come across every perversion known to mankind, but this is a new one on me. I have never heard of a ‘cycle-sexualist’.”

Part of me, though … Okay, hell, I feel badly for the unfortunate pervert, who claims he had too much to drink. I have heard many stories over the years, from vacuum cleaner hoses to large blobs of warm pizza dough. I’ve even heard a story about a tree. For the most part, I can actually sympathize. How much money did that damn movie about screwing apple pie make? Have they stopped making sequels yet?

A bicycle? How …?

And what, they called the police because a man was having a go with his bicycle? What the hell is wrong with Scottish people?

The most amazing thing about it, though, is the poor bastard will spend the next three years on the Sex Offender Registry. Seriously! I almost—almost—wish I lived in Scotland. Do they do like Americans, knocking door to door with flyers, stoking emotions for a rally outside the pervert’s home? I would love to hear the prim, self-righteous crusader explain to me that the man was caught shagging his bicycle.