Gender Clinics: The New Dealers of Adolescent Risk
DIY gender experiments is where this is going
Adolescent medicine used to have a clear enemy: the reckless, hormone-fueled chaos of youth. Early sex, binge drinking, drug-fueled parties—those were the dragons it slayed, the risky behaviors it swore to tame. Doctors tracked STD rates, patched up OD cases, and lectured kids about consequences, all to shepherd them safely through the gauntlet of puberty. But here’s the twist: those old vices are fading. Teens today are screwing less, drinking less, smoking less—by every metric, they’re the tamest generation in decades.
So why are the white coats still so excited? Is it because they’ve found a new dragon to chase? Or could it be they’ve bred one of their own? Adolescent medicine, especially in the hallowed halls of gender clinics, isn’t fighting risky behavior anymore. It’s handing it out: prescription pad in hand.
The latest teenage rebellion? Turning their own bodies into gender labs.
Take a look at some of the evidence, fresh from the trenches of Gender Hacked. Girls—some of them barely old enough to drive—are scoring testosterone like it’s contraband, swiping it from friends’ prescriptions or begging it off compliant docs. They’re not sneaking beers or crashing cars. No. They’re injecting hormones, turning their bodies into DIY science projects.
One girl brags about “borrowing” a vial to see how it feels; another gets a clinic to greenlight T after a single chat. This isn’t fringe—it’s the new normal, egged on by a medical establishment that has swapped caution for cheerleading. Where adolescent medicine once quaintly preached “first, do no harm,” it’s now doling out needles and blockers like candy, all under the banner of identity goals and autonomy.
Let’s not pretend this is safe. Testosterone isn’t a toy—it’s a sledgehammer to the endocrine system. Voices deepen, hair sprouts, hearts strain; infertility and high cholesterol lurk down the line. These aren’t side effects—they’re transformations, permanent gambles on bodies still in flux. And the kicker? No one’s tracking the fallout. Clinics don’t log regret rates, don’t follow up when the “experiment” sours. They’re too busy slapping rainbow stickers on their doors to notice the kids limping back—girls who thought T would improve them, only to find it broke them instead. This isn’t medicine; it’s malpractice with a trendy hashtag.
Here’s the rub: risky behavior isn’t dead—it’s just wearing a white coat. When sex and drugs waned, the void didn’t stay empty long. Teens still crave the rush, the edge, the chance to defy the world and test their limits. Gender clinics see that itch and scratch it, offering a shiny new rebellion: medicalized self-destruction. Forget sneaking a joint—now you can rewrite your biology, whether with a doctor’s blessing or a borrowed syringe. It’s the ultimate high—identity as a playground, consequences be damned. And adolescent medicine, once the guardian at the gate, is now the pusher, whispering, “Go ahead, try it.”
It’s not care—it’s capitulation. Doctors who once grappled with teen recklessness now grovel to it, trembling at the thought of “bigot” smeared across their white coats. They’ve abandoned science—where are the decades-long studies saying that T is safe for 16-year-old girls?—and ditched their oath to shield the vulnerable. Used to be, they pulled kids back from the brink; now, they’re shoving them over it. Each vial dispensed, each blocker scribbled, is a wager on an uncharted future—a roulette wheel spinning on teenaged flesh.
So let’s call it what it is: gender experimentation is the new risky behavior, and the clinics are the new dealers. Teens aren’t safer—they’re just bleeding in a different way. It’s time to rip the mask off this farce. Adolescent medicine needs to quit playing mad scientist and start doing its goddamn job: saving kids from themselves, not serving them up as guinea pigs to the trans industry. Anything less is a betrayal—of the kids, of medicine, and of civilized society itself.
This week and next we will dive deep into Adolescent Medicine with two guest posts from Jamie Reed, whistleblower from a pediatric gender center.
These providers know exactly what they're doing and how they're harming these adolescents because then they talk about "the right to regret," saying these teenagers have the "right" to make bad decisions, enabled by doctors and therapist, that they will later regret.
Do those zealous trans allies realize that many teen girls and young women crave "T" for its mood-enhancing properties? One might call it a recreational drug, except there's nothing recreational about messing with one's body chemistry and organ functions in a Frankenstein-like quest to do the impossible and change sexes.