Sorta trying to figure out exactly how this fits in. Looked like some street toughs hazing someone, was it an extremely effeminate boy, or someone who was actually a girl?
In the Philippines, when I was there decades ago, some moms would reinforce effeminate characteristics in one of their boys. These "guys" were pretty conspicuous, especially as workers in barber shops who would do nails, for example. It was quite obvious that a lot of kids in the boys-only, or girls-only private schools were pairing up in some sort of affectionate, publicly-displayed, relation.
However, when school days were over, it seemed there was pretty much a heterosexual adult culture. . . .
What I'm sorta saying, or wondering about, is why we want to make a stand of personal identity over some affective phase or another, and why we actually sorta "lock down" on the "identity" and think it is a fundamentally important thing somehow.
My yearling cattle do sorta move on in life, after "playing" a bit. Of course I castrate a lot of them and "create" something called a "steer", which is observably more docile and much less dangerous to deal with, plus is known to yield a more tender. . . . less stringy. . . meat. That is the effect of a hormone on a living thing.
Steers don't stand behind a cow in heat and take such long deep euphoria over the smell of pee. See, hormones affect brain development including pleasure centers.
I think we'd be a smarter society if we took a serious look into our food packaging and other plastics and eradicated estrogenic chemicals like BPA. Bis-phenol A is a "plasticizer" that also strengthens the physical properties of plastics. You can make do with thinner walls in pop bottles, even in aluminum and steel cans. . . .
But you turn your boys into more effeminate speciments of humanity.
