Crime and Abuse: The True Story of Stefonknee Wolscht – Husband and father, 52, who leaves his wife and kids to live as a transgender SIX-YEAR-OLD girl.
Stefonknee Wolscht, 52, lived as Paul until she realized she was trans at age 46 and was not accepted by her family. After two suicide attempts and a bout of homelessness, she found hope in the transgender community in Toronto. She now resides with an adoptive ‘mommy and daddy’ and spends her time playing with dolls and the couple’s young grandchildren. “We have a great time. We colour, we do kid’s stuff,” she says. “It’s called play therapy. No medication, no suicide thoughts. And I just get to play.”
Here’s what Stefonknee (yuck…) is not telling you:
This six-year-old girl has some issues.
Before coming out as her true authentic pediatric female self, Stefonknee (“Steph on knee”, geddit?) was a 53 year old man named Paul who was living his inauthentic life as the married father of seven children. According to him, he looked after the kids while his wife worked as the principal of an elementary school. He was also self-employed as an auto mechanic who worked on cars in a garage on the family property “mainly overnight” after his wife got home.
In 2009 he was charged with 14 criminal offenses of assault, uttering threats, criminal harassment, and criminal mischief. His wife and their two oldest children- then in their late teens- testified against him. He was found guilty of assault and uttering threats. The court also issued a two-year restraining order against him that applied to his wife and all seven of his children. He and his wife divorced.
He moved to Toronto on parole and became a “transgender activist”. He was employed, apparently at The 519 Community Center as a “trans consultant” until, according to transactivist Justin Travis “Julienne” Goins now Patience “patienceinbee” Newbury he was terminated:
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She has demonstrated herself as deeply narcissistic and self-absorbed, putting her own struggles as a white trans woman ahead of the struggles of trans women of colour in Ontario, of putting her own attempts at suicide in front of murdered black and brown trans women at TDoR gatherings.
This would otherwise seem like a quibbling over her character. When she was employed, however, as a trans consultant for a queer-focussed community centre and assigned to work alongside a few trans women of colour, she had a tendency to hijack client/community presentations and redirect these back toward herself (implying that she was the most oppressed trans person there was). Eventually, this cost Stefonknee her job.”
MPP Cheri DiNovo thanked our little girl by name in testimony at the passage of Bill 33 which stripped Canadian women of legal sex status, and all rights therein, replacing protections for women (to be housed separately from males in prison, etc) with the rights of men like Stefonknee to wag their dick around the women’s locker room, women’s domestic violence shelter, or women’s prison. (I tweeted at MPP DiNovo inquiring whether she would be introducing a bill to protect Stefonknee’s rights to have his age identity protected in public accommodations such as children’s tables at Chuck E Cheese, access to height and weight restricted amusement rides, and incarceration in the juvenile justice system if convicted of another assault. MPP DiNovo had not yet responded for comment at the time of this post).
Eschewing any transgender hormonal or surgical modification “treatment”, Paul utilized his newfound rights as a male under DiNovo’s Bill 33 and took a spot in a women’s homeless shelter on the basis of his gender feels, and began attending services at the MCC Church. There he spouted tales of his abject transgender transchild existence to kindly folks who put love into action (and who turned a blind eye to his simmering rage, manipulative lies and compulsive autogynephilia). “I have lost my children, have been disowned by family, church and friends, been homeless, I’ve lost all I worked forty-six years to achieve, I am unemployed for the first time in my life, I am now a convicted criminal, I suffer from PTSD and am constantly thinking of killing myself…”
Incredibly, his children attempted to stay in touch with him but he responded with horrific abuse. His eldest daughter tried to have him at her wedding, with the caveat that he tone down the lolicon/brolita gear and not make a scene:
“I don’t want a commotion started or anything. I really want the focus to stay on me and David. Would that be okay?” She texted.
He waited until the day of the event and then on his daughter’s Big Day staged a dwamatical “suicide attempt”.
After that ugliness, a group of folks from the MCC church started a “support group” for him. Not a group of folks who join together for support but a group whose goal was to support him, singular. Like a team: Team Stef-on-knee. Team Let’s Sit Around A Table Wasting An Hour Every Week Giving Attention To An Unrepentant Violent and Abusive Able-bodied White Male Porn Addict. Looks like that project hit the end of the road when one of Steffie’s younger (in biological, cis-chronological age) daughters took a chance and texted the Raging Abusive Pervert Psycho Dad on Father’s Day. Rather than graciously accept the gesture, Paul unloaded with all sorts of abuse.
Her last text: “Please text me if you want to, but I’m not ready for a call. Happy Father’s Day.”
His response: “I’m going to kill myself. Bye.”
Former Team Stefonknee, the nicest folks ever, recoiled in horror at his calm recitation of the messages off his phone. But “I literally was ready to slit my throat”, he relayed.
“Yeah. Well, keep it to yourself,” snapped church deacon and Former Team organizer as the rest of the participants averted their eyes, speechless.