Greeting fellow warriors, confused parent here.

I've been keeping an eye on how wokeness has been infiltrating our children's schools for years now. I'll admit, I never took it too seriously, thinking that of course, my son Balthazar (and no, I will not be calling him "Tabatha," as he has so often requested).

Cut to early last month when he comes home with a pierced belly button. A quick aside, why is the Claire's in my local shopping mall letting an 11 YEAR OLD permanently mutilate themselves?! But that was just the first step in what's turning out to be a living nightmare. Now he's wearing crop tops, speaking with a high inflection, and shaking his bussy all around the damn condo! I go to the kitchen to make a pepperoni sandwich and guess what I see. Bussy! I login to my Hustler's University discord account and you know what my avatar has been changed to? MY 11 YEAR OLD SON'S BUSSY! I can't take it anymore. Not only is it morally disgusting, but it stinks. It's got such a tang to it, like sniffing the inside of a piggy bank. I can only imagine how it tastes. I bet it's got a fungal aspect to it, like a king oyster mushroom or perhaps a rare truffle? I don't know how much longer I can take it before I have to get a taste for myself.

What should I do?