#all christians do is misgender god

[worldwithoutmiracles]

made this in honor of the trans day of visibility/easter crossover event of 2024. get out there and crack some eggs, folx

[velvetvexations]

With Warless Weekend over, it's time I address Plaidos openly accusing me of secretly being a man! Oh, yeah, she's doing that now. I'm tagging this because I'm annoyed at Very Popular Tumblr Transfeminist misgendering a trans woman because her politics are too transmasc-friendly.

Isn't it great how she cuts this off, implying I think segregation by sex is not a big deal, rather than it being ridiculous she's made Michfest specifically her 9/11? I try so often to word everything I say in a way that can't be snipped like this but I clearly fucked up here.

Let's breakdown the reasoning given in her reply to a reblog concurring that I'm probably a sockpuppet:

Plaidos is assuming as TRFs always do that her clique is fully representative of transfems on Tumblr so if she never sees me positively interacting with them I must specifically be avoiding them. The reality is that I simply don't inspect the genitals of everyone I interact with.

Not only do I often argue with self-identified TMEs, probably even more than trans women, but Plaidos is literally responding to a self-identified TME who's talking about me having argued with them, so framing this as me going after trans women is ridiculous. I can literally pull up screenshots that I'm pretty sure predate me coming back to Tumblr where I talk about how it seems from what I observed on the outside was that the rabidly transandrophobic crowd was mostly non-trans women bloodletting for one or two idols, which is a notion I was unfortunately and despairingly disillusioned of upon getting into the trenches myself.

Also, "dishonorable"? Is she a fucking Klingon?

Annnnnd there's the implication I am in fact a trans man. She's certainly saying I'm not a trans woman and that's also misgendering because I've said repeatedly that my gender rests firmly on being Not A Cis Woman. But why simply "implicate" I'm a man?

Hilarious. Doubly so since I just recently found out that person runs my favorite Y2K blog, which I'm sure will get used as 'proof' at some point.

Do I seriously need to post fucking gock lol? Are we literally down to genital inspections at this point?

My blog has a pre-discourse history where I mostly reblogged images and argued about a Dungeons & Dragons show!* I'm literally a published author! What about all the very specific kinks? Being a scholar of Imperial Japan? The very specific opinions I have on very specific media? My specific fandoms?

What an elaborate character I've constructed to come up with a multiple system where the system members even have surnames and are the distinct sources of specific parts of my personality and interests, including one who's Christian and one who's attempting to learn Hinduism but has only ever briefly mentioned it about twice.

I think TRFs have never moved past the point in development where people don't exist when you stop looking at them.

*much of which was about how much I hated the transmasc player's cis lesbian PC; make of that what you will

I don't block people very often, but I do in fact do that! Thicced-Witch has openly talked about me repeatedly having her blocked and unblocking her when it did no good. I also have prettykittenpaw and fite-club blocked because they got into the annoying habit of coming on to every one of my posts, and my tolerance for prettyeelwithagun ran out when she stuck by Thicced-Witch's misgendering of people for the purposes of "satire."

God, this is all so, so stupid. Transfeminism, everyone.

[euniexenoblade]

If you're here about people calling me intersexist or what ever:

The tl;dr it's bullshit, spun by a bunch of transmisogynists who tried to kick up a harassment campaign against me, but most people saw through it as the bullshit it is.

But, anyways.

It started off with this post, where while high I made a dumb post about how a group of tme trans people who still align in some way with womanhood had been calling themselves "afab trans women," which is incredibly transmisogynistic because 1) afab people saying they identify as trans women implies that trans women are not women and 2) "afab trans women" is a concept terfs made up in the 2010s to mock trans women. The point was never about intersex people specifically, it was about people not understanding that "trans woman" is a specific term with specific meanings, and by them trying to use it it implies they see trans women as transmisogynistic concepts and not as a type of woman.

Whether you agree with me, whatever, I don't fucking care. Just block me and go away. But, the blogger status-quo-hater found my post and went on a rant. When I first saw it I had intended to ignore it, but I checked out its blog and found it interacting with someone who has previously intentionally misgendered me and I just decided I didn't need that shit - so I blocked it. Naturally it noticed cuz it was refreshing my blog every second waiting for a reply, and when it found I blocked it, it once again went on a weird rant about me hating intersex people and deleting comments (at the time, the only comment I deleted implied I was a man) from intersex people trying to "calmly" explain things to me (nope, i hadn't even had that many comments yet).

This launched into a bunch of people suddenly reblogging it's addition and saying some weird fucking shit. Insults, misgendering comments, I even got a couple of weird Christian comments ("may god have mercy on their soul" die). So I started using the ability to hide reblogs on my OP of these people and blocking them, and as it kept going it just go too hard to keep track of and decided that, fuck it! If these are the people status-quo-hater attracts, I'll block everyone that reblogs it's additions. And, I tried to do that but again, it got way too difficult, so getting tired of being misgendered and insulted, I turned the reblogs off.

Since then my inbox exploded with suicide bait, hatemail, dumb shit trying to bait me into saying dumb shit (examples), and my posts started getting spammed with comments that 1) were harassing me. no they were not "calm explanations," they were aggressive harassment that at times misgendered me (not all but enough) or 2) a series of people were spamming my posts, one person posting the same comment ten times, which was fucking annoying. So I was deleting comments by this point, and as I went I just started deleting any comment saying negative shit cuz, again, these people run in the same groups and the most "calm dialogue" doesn't look like such when you're being harassed by a bunch of dumbasses.

Tumblr user dabwax left some fucked up comment on my post. I deleted it and blocked her. So she made a post where she intentionally misgendered me. After someone informed her she was misgendering me, she acknowledged it but blamed it on me (for blocking her, she had been on my blog to screencap me) and refused to edit the post to reflect my correct pronouns. Genderstarbucks added onto her post and subsequently took part in misgendering me - a person I never blocked and never had an excuse to misgender me. The difference between genderstackbucks and dabwax though, is that genderstarbucks at least changed the incorrect pronouns after being told (even though the post still took part in me getting harassed). Then, status-quo-hate, a person who's bio literally says

Proceeds to reblog posts calling me "they" instead of my stated pronouns of "it."

I'm not going to keep this up, it's fucking tiring. Instead, I'm going to say that these people are transmisogynistic. This is clearly a disagreement over terminology and at most should have just been us blocking each other, instead both status-quo-hater and dabwax intentionally lied about me, misgendered me, and did everything they could to motivate people to harass me (especially dabwax).

At the end of the day, this is a mostly failed transmisogynistic hate campaign. And, really the only reason it failed is cuz other trans women stepped in to help take the heat off of me (and cuz I started to ignore them).

To close this out, here's a collection of hatemail I received:

So yeah. Fuck off.

[ftmprinceling]

I wrote something so I hope you guys like it 🫣 it's not much but I can't stop imagining this scenario

// tw transphobia, christianity, fauxcest

You finally visit your small conservative hometown after so many years. Everyone still remembers you, still calls you by your deadname, misgendering you even though you look nothing like a girl anymore.

You meet up with your friends from high school, the people who were most supportive of your transition. They still try to call you by your preferred name and pronouns, but they sometimes slip, misgendering you as well.

They convince you to join them to a mass in church. You prefer never stepping foot into that church again, but you comply anyways.

Almost everyone in town is there, and during mass, you can't help but notice the priest looking at you frequently, smiling at you. You remember him. He was the one that convinced your parents how you've been led astray from God's path.

Next thing you know, he calls you up to the altar. Everyone turns to look at you. You want to run away, but you're too nervous to find out if there will be consequences to that.

One of your friends nudges you, insisting that you go. After a long moment of hesitation, you stand up and walk down the aisle.

The priest introduces you with your deadname, reminding everyone of who you used to be, the identity you've abandoned.

Panic rises as you listen, as you see the disappointed and angry faces that all watch you. You know you should run, but you're frozen with fear.

Then you hear him say that you must repent for your sins and be molded back into God's intended image for me. You feel him place his hand on your shoulder. His grip is firm, as if expecting you to flee at any given moment.

A few of the men of the parish rises, approaching you, surrounding you, then putting their hands on you. Your own father is among them too. You start to struggle, protest, tell them to not touch you. They tell you it's for your own good as they restrain you and carry you away to the basement of the church.

They strip you, pulling and tearing away every strip of fabric that hides your poisoned, feminine body. Some of the men that you've known for all of your childhood insult you for how much you've neglected it. They express disgust with how hairy you are, how much more muscular you've gotten. They say they're glad you haven't gotten surgery yet, groping your chest as they do.

They strap you down onto a table and bring in a bucket of water, shaving cream, and enough razors for everyone. They begin the process of shaving you, starting with your limbs and your face. You struggle, getting many nicks and cuts on your skin from moving too much.

Your father is the one chosen to shave your pubic area. You dare not move, afraid of the pain of being cut there. He's gentle as he shaves you down, leaving you completely bare for him and all to see. You start crying, feeling humiliated from this treatment.

Finally, they wipe you down, leaving you smooth save for a few red lines of blood. One of the men say that you're ready. Ready for what?

They unstrap you from the table and carry you back upstairs. You struggle again. Do they plan to show you completely naked to everyone? Your screams and sobs echo as they bring you back to the altar.

You notice that there's less people now. All the children have been taken home and the adults that have remained are the ones that wish to witness you.

The priest begins a new sermon, one about setting you on the right path to salvation, and that everyone here wishes for you to be saved.

[affectionatenouns]

It's rough coming to the realization that your parents only "care" about you insofar as keeping themselves in your life. I was on the phone with my dad the other day, which is a rare enough occurrence on its own, but the topic turned to politics, which my father generally refuses to talk to me about because he gets emotional when he's wrong about things.

My parents are old-style conservatives. Not good, but better than the raving, foaming-at-the-mouth fascism that modern conservatism is. They're the "small government, tax me less, Reagan was cool and trickle-down is real" type conservatives (nevermind that they've been poor their entire lives and jack shit has ever trickled down to them).

During this conversation, my dad said that he "just tries to stay out of politics as much as he can". I responded saying that I wish it were that easy for me, and that I'm staring down the barrel of having all of my rights stripped away from me. His response to that is still echoing in my ears, since it was one of the most delusional, blatantly and demonstrably false things I've ever heard. "Son," he said, not bothering to correct himself, nor even stopping to think about what he had just said, "I'm a straight, white, Christian man. I'm a minority in this country and there are people trying to take away my rights every day."

As sickening as that was to hear, I didn't bother calling him out on it because I had just woken up from a nap and didn't have the energy to start a fight about it. I just dismissed it and mentioned the realities I face both now and in the future. To which he responded "it's all a matter of perspective." What a fucking thing to say. A matter of perspective. Like, you can't bother to even listen to your daughter as she tells you about the material, unavoidable reality of her life. It's all a matter of perspective. As if I can just say "Oh, y'know what, you're right. I can just pretend these things don't happen to me and won't happen to me. I'm not in constant danger actually, because I've changed how I look at the problem." and it all goes away. A fucking matter of fucking perspective.

My mom is barely any better about this. She pretends to listen, but still refuses to believe that anything I'm saying is reality. My little brother still lives at home, and through him, I've learned that the only person who consistently genders me correctly is him. When they aren't talking directly to me or my husband, my parents don't put in an ounce of effort. They flatly refuse to talk with me about anything to do with HRT or how it affects me. I'm on the verge of cutting them off entirely because of it, but I know if I do that, or god forbid mention doing it, I'll get another tearful speech about how it's just SO HARD and they're trying their best and it's all such an adjustment. You have to let us make mistakes, we can't feel like we're walking on eggshells talking to you. Please oh PLEASE just let us misgender you and ignore your identity in favor of the one we constructed in our heads for you PLEASE.

It's all just so tiresome.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not attending church for xmas with my girlfriend?

Background: My girlfriend (F24) and I (M24) currently live with my parents while we look for jobs. We live across the country from her family, and this is the first Christmas she is spending without them, and the second since her mother died of cancer. She chose to move where I am rather than me over to her area because she wanted to get away from where she grew up and because she fell in love with the area my family lives in. She doesn’t really know anyone here yet except me and my family. Christmas mass is important to her Christmas traditions, but she doesn’t attend services regularly. She’s also catholic and my family is generally episcopal.

I may be the asshole: She doesn’t know anyone at that church, and it’s a tradition for her that she usually shared with her family that she can’t now. It may be socially uncomfortable for her or emotionally heavy.

I may not be the asshole:

She said that I was welcome to join but she didn’t expect me to. I haven’t been to church since I was very young, and I’m not familiar with the songs/rituals.

It’s also only an hour long, which isn’t so long to be apart from one another.

I am uncomfortable with organized religion and christianity in general, and it feels disrespectful to attend worship when I do not believe in a Christian god.

It’s also my grandmother’s church and although it’s LGBT+ accepting, I’m fairly certain my grandmother calls me by my previous name and misgenders me regularly there. This became an issue three years ago when my grandfather was in hospice and I saw the pastor when I went to visit him, who was confused as my grandmother introduced me as her granddaughter and referred to me as such all while I was there. My grampa is now gone, but it was difficult for me to deal with while I was stressed and grieving.

My sister says I’m TA and making a mistake by being unsupportive. My mother, who doesn’t attend church because she doesn’t like organized religion but still has a personal relationship with it, chose to go with my girlfriend so she wouldn’t be alone.

What are these acronyms?

[forwhump]

a/n; more wren pov & a little bit of backstory ! what’s not to love ? <3

tw/cw: implied rape/noncon, misgendering, transphobia, kidnapping, captivity, mentions of drug use

creepy whumper, military whump

He can still remember that last day. Sometimes he wishes he couldn’t, but he can’t forget it. He remembers sitting on the floor in the unit of an abandoned apartment building, across from his big brother. The shell, anyway, of what was once his big brother, skinny and shivering despite the stained comforter he was swaddled in.

God, Wren had lived a lot of lives.

As a child, a teenager, he’d been white and blonde and he grew up in Texas — he did pageants. He used to clean house at them, too. He’d been a prized show pig.

So maybe his life really hasn’t changed all that much, actually.

Later into his teenage years, he started to transition, and that was an entirely different lifetime. His mother was also a white, white blonde former beauty queen from Texas, a good Christian woman. But she was a good mother, in a southern belle kind of way. She didn’t take issue with his transition, not really, she was just kind of a bitch to him about it. If he wasn’t passing, his mother was the first person to let him know. They used to argue viciously about his hair — she wanted him to cut it, why put in all this work just to have girl’s hair? It’s stupid! Wren had never wanted to cut his hair. He had great fucking hair. He’d taken meticulous care of it his entire life.

Now, if he ever gets the chance, he’s going to shave his fucking head.

His last year of high school, he got a few big breaks on social media, and that changed his life. That was an entirely different lifetime. He was an artist, a working artist. He wasn’t famous, not by any means, not outside of the art world, but he was making a name for himself within it. He had a girlfriend, Julie, a tattoo artist from Amsterdam that had always kind of scared him. That’s always sort of been his type, he supposes.

Robin, a few years older than him, also from Texas, had enlisted in the military as soon as he turned eighteen. Wren can remember begging him not to; he’d been only fourteen or fifteen, still a beauty queen. Wren can remember the begging turning to screaming matches between them; even if they both didn’t know it yet, they were both their mother’s sons. Wren was an artist, a hippy — he hated the military and everything they stood for. He hated they were taking Robin from him. Robin had always been a little bit more of a cowboy. He was gone within six months of enlisting.

When worried for him, that’s why he had fought him. The military sends teenagers to slaughter, and he knew it, even young. If only he had known it was going to be the beginning of the end of both their lives.

Robin does a couple tours. The first time he came home, Wren had started to transition while he was away, and he was almost nervous to see him again — he hadn’t needed to be. Robin was always a bit more of a cowboy, but Robin was his best friend. It was good to see him.

The first time he came back, he was almost entirely whole. The next time, something was missing, but it was hard to place exactly what it was. When Robin finally comes home for good, Wren is only nineteen, a year and a half into living in a beautiful apartment with his beautiful girlfriend, living the dream, a working artist. When Robin finally comes home for good, there’s nothing of him left.

He’s a shell of who he used to be. He’s empty. He lives at home with their mother for six months before he disappears to the streets. Wren moves back home. His girlfriend doesn’t wait for him. Robin starts doing heroin.

He can still remember that last day. Sometimes he wishes he couldn’t, but he can’t forget it. He remembers sitting on the floor in the unit of an abandoned apartment building, across from his big brother, skinny and shivering despite the stained comforter he’s swaddled in.

“Come home,” Wren says softly.

Robin shakes his head, and the movement is unnatural. Twitchy. This isn’t the same older brother that used to get all gussied up for Wren’s pageants in boots and bolo tie. His teeth are chattering. “I’m-m s-sorr-ry.”

Wren sighs through his teeth. “Robin —“

“Wr-Wren,” he tries. “J-just a…a couple bucks.”

Wren looks away. Back against the floor, he remembers watching the fifteen year old version of himself that had thrown a textbook at Robin’s head in an attempt to keep him from leaving overseas.

“Wren,” Robin tries again. “P-please. Please.”

“Just come home,” Wren pleads.

“I c—I can’t,” he chokes, shuddering. “You don’t see how mo-om lo-ooks at m-me.”

Wren shakes his head slowly. “I’ll get us an apartment somewhere else,” he says. “Anything I can do to help. You just have to try and get clean.”

When there’s a sound like the front door has been kicked open, Wren doesn’t even jump. It’s an abandoned apartment building, shelter for homeless people and addicts, there’s always some kind of noise. Usually gunshots. Screaming, too.

“I j-just n-need a couple—a couple bucks,” Robin says. “Please.”

Wren does jump, however, when the door to the room they’re closed off in is kicked open.

It’s like a nightmare, the way it unfolds.

Wren can’t process what he’s seeing for a second, but his heart starts beating in his throat, anyway. Filling the doorway, blocking their escape, big and broad shouldered, is some kind of —

Wren thinks soldier, but what the fuck? What is this?

He looks quickly at Robin, whose eyes are glazed over. The man in the doorway looks like a SEAL, or SWAT, but the most nightmarish version of either that Wren could ever imagine. All black, armed and armoured.

He lifts his gun towards Robin as he pulls a mask down the lower half of his face with his other hand. “He’s in here!” He shouts, in the loud, commanding drone of the military. “And he’s got a girl with him!”

“Hey,” Wren says, almost inappropriately indignant. “I’m not a —“

And then the room is full of those soldiers, those SEALs, Alpha Team Six or whatever, shouting at each other, at Wren and at Robin, guns lifted, aimed. Two of them grab Robin, each by the arm, and he sags back into them without a fight. His eyes are still glazed over.

One of them grabs Wren by the braid and wrenches his head back. He cries out, silenced by the barrel of the gun that finds the soft skin beneath his chin. “No civilians,” he says, low and lethal.

This wakes Robin up a little bit, out of his stupor, and he tries without success to get his feet beneath him again. “No,” he grunts. “No.”

“What the fuck?” Wren cries, maybe screams. Hell, maybe whispers. He isn’t sure. He can’t hear anything over the sound of the blood rushing in his ears.

“No witnesses,” barks another soldier. “Put her down.”

“Get the fuck off me!” Wren cries, probably screams. “Get off me!”

“Wait,” says a voice. It has the same commanding lilt of military charge, but his voice is so, inappropriately calm, almost amused, that it makes all the hair on the back of Wren’s neck stand up. “Wait, now.”

The other soldiers part for this one. He draws through them with an unhurried, almost smug confidence, their superior in some form, platoon leader, maybe. They’re all big men, SEALs, but he’s considerably bigger than the rest of them, tall and broad, all thick, bulky muscle. When he pulls his mask down to grin at Wren, he’s handsome. He’s very handsome, in a very sharp, supermodel kind of way.

People had said of Richard Ramirez, those fortunate enough to have lived to have anything to say about him, that there was something not right in his eyes. That it wasn’t like looking into the eyes of a man, but a rabid animal. This man has those same eyes.

“Why,” the man says, and he puts on a bit of a twang, mocking him. “Aren’t you just a pretty little thing?”

“Fuck you,” Wren spits, an instinct. The man holding him by his braided hair pulls with enough force to make Wren cry out. “Get the fuck off me!”

“Settle down, now,” the man says, grinning at him. “Be a good cowgirl.”

“Fuck you,” he spits again. “What the fuck is this? What do you want?”

The man clicks his tongue and points at Robin. “We’re just here to reclaim what’s ours,” he says, and crouches slowly in front of Wren. He grabs him by the jaw, and Wren tries to jerk away, but the man holds fast, biting through his flesh and making the hinge of his jaw creak in protest. “We aren’t supposed to leave behind any civilians,” he explains, looking too closely at Wren. There’s something not right in his eyes. “No witnesses. Strict orders. But you, cowgirl,” he says, and his voice softens to something sickly sweet, something that makes Wren’s stomach turn, “are an awfully pretty little thing.” He turns his face this way, that. “And I’ve always liked ‘em blonde.”

He starts to run his thumb over Wren’s lower lip and Wren jerks away again on instinct. The man behind him holds his hair a little tighter until it strains at his scalp and his platoon leader slides his thumb into Wren’s mouth with a giddy smile. “Cheerleader?” He guesses. “Pageant girl?”

Bile starts to climb up the back of Wren’s throat. He tries to lean away and he can’t. He’s trapped.

“I think it just might be your lucky day, little darlin’,” he says, taking his thumb from Wren’s mouth, and Wren spits in his face.

He wipes his cheek with a gloved hand and grins a little wider. “It would be a shame to put you down, cowgirl. I think it would be a waste of you. I think I might just be able to find a better use for you.”

“Who are you?” Wren spits, and he’s shaking.

“Oh, darlin’,” he says with a coo, grinning even wider. It’s grotesque, an inhuman mimicry of a smile. “I think I might just be your worst nightmare.”

[lacunasbalustrade]

what are your general thoughts on queer(gay n trans n all) people? like you dont seem to be against gay ppl from what i can see but i also see that you've like never really openly said something pro or against trans ppl. sorry if its out of the blue im just curious esp seeing your pov as a religious person who has trans mutuals/follows n all bcuz i (unfortunately) know plenty of christians that know trans people but only tolerate them instead of accepting them (which usually means they misgender/deadname them)

hi! I'm happy to answer your question - it's a bit controversial, though, and a sensitive topic for everyone, so I do ask for your understanding if anything I say happens to offend you.

as a Christian, I believe in the stance the Bible puts forth: that BEING gay is not a life choice, it's an inclination that came forth due to the presence of sin in the world. the continuation, however, of this choice, is a sin.

To quote so no one thinks I'm speaking out of some random, bibically incorrect bigotry, Romans 1: 24 NIV "Therefore God gave them over in the sinful desires of their hearts to sexual impurity for the degrading of their bodies with one another." ,Romans 1: 26 "Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for unnatural ones." , Romans 1: 27 "In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error."

obviously my faith and beliefs should not be forced on unbelievers. I am not any holier than anyone else because I am straight. I am every bit as sinful because it's impossible to avoid committing sin.

so if I'm going to sum it up, it's best said as: none of my business because Who Am I to tell you how to live, right? you're my friends and 'preaching' isn't actually loving. the best form of loving others as a Christian is to accept them as a person before judging based on whatever life choices they've made or pronouns they call themselves. which brings me into the next part!

theologically, I have to admit I'M NOT VERY SURE about trans people. I genuinely cannot find many sources of literature on the topic. There are intersex people, there are people with gender dysphoria. The Bible doesn't talk much about those, enough to give any real objections anyway. To talk about my beliefs based off the context, if God made you as you are, you shouldn't be trying to change you...is the logic, but again, no reason to force biblical beliefs on unbelievers.

I do disapprove of the extent to which some trans people have taken this schtick. I've seen posts saying 'oh if kids can play soccer and do ballet which messes them up for life, they can also do trans surgeries!' I'm sorry. That just doesn't make sense. WHY would anyone want kids to have permission to do Very Risky Things when they are small enough to not know better or make informed choices? And I also know many posts say that 'common sense', kids aren't gonna do those things till they're old enough to feel like they need to do them....those posters need to remember the last time they regretted doing something as a child. Common sense can't be relied upon in my experience.

Plus, given the kidnapping laws in the U.S which basically allow children to be taken away from their parents if their parents disapprove...lol yeah now make a law where my child can be taken away from me if I'm not in the same fandom as them. It can be hurtful to receive dissent on your life choices, but that don't mean up and leaving is the solution, unless the living situation is physically dangerous in some way or you are an actual adult. Children are not trustworthy indicators of whether or not a parent is problematic. And I'm saying this having had problematic parents myself - sometimes we are part of the problem. And if it's difficult, you should still try not to give up on them.

This might be the most important part: I'm wondering whether the gender stereotypes placed on girls and boys are the markers trans people want to overcome. Because from what I've researched, there are two different camps. 1: people who admit that they are biologically whatever sex they were born, and just enjoy dressing like and passing for the other sex because it makes them more comfortable. 2: people who actually believe they are the other sex because they feel that way and they are only effectively realizing that change to their 'authentic' self by transitioning.

I don't believe in gender stereotyping. Like, girls wear skirts boys wear pants. Boys can't wear pink etc etc. So the concept of a trans woman thinking they are a woman because they enjoy the markers attached to being a woman, like, for example, having long hair and wearing skirts, makes me really uncomfortable. Because that's not the whole experience of being a woman. It's only a small part of it, and it's not universal at all. And while no one can claim that ALL woman have experienced a certain set of conditions that make them woman...the only standard for BEING a woman, in my book, is to be a biological one, because it's the only defining trait. When people think of girls, I don't want them to automatically think of girls with skirts and wearing pink. I want them to acknowledge that all girls are different, and the only thing that makes them girls is the gender marker, not their conformance to 'gender norms' that have arisen from societal conditioning.

The idea that someone's feelings can be 'authentically accurate' makes me feel even more....nah. Feelings are valid but if I trusted mine all the time, I'd definitely be all over the place.

To sum it up: no problems with the trans behavior because I'm not into forcing biblical perspectives on y'all. But I definitely have a problem with the idealogy and the legislature.

dead name, misgendering wise...I believe people should be called whatever they want to be called unless it makes the other person uncomfortable. In which case the other person should just stop interacting with them since they're so uncomfortable. (E.g you want me to call you Baby Chicken. For some reason I have a problem with it. Maybe I have a strong fear of chickens.)

Basically I respect your life choices. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk haha.

[truetransmale]

cw: detrans/misgendering kink, blasphemy/hierophilia

You always hated church and your uber christian parents who didn't quite get your 'transgenderism' as they put it, but despite them misgendering you constantly you still held out hope that they would eventually come to respect you as a trans man. Just as they held out hope that this would all be a phase and that you would turn back into the girl they knew and loved.

One day, after them begging you for months, you finally decided to go to church with them. When you got to the church, you quickly realized your parents tricked you and brought you early to make you go to confession thinking that would help you.

A priest came out and greets you and you begrudgingly follow him to the confessional after some arguing with your parents. You expect him to be very judgemental of you being trans, but actually he seems to be very understanding. It doesn't take long for you to open up to him about your gender dysphoria and how you feel uncomfortable being a woman.

The priest tells you that god has a plan for everyone and that all we need to do is to listen and follow. For some reason, that puts you at ease. You really pay attention during mass that day and you realize maybe this isn't as bad as you thought and maybe god did have a plan for you.

After that, you started going to mass every once in a while which soon turned into attending mass on sundays regularly. You started to wear a cross around your neck which your parents graciously bought for you for your birthday.

You at first think of yourself as a queer christian, but slowly bit by bit you start letting your hair grow back out. You go from using he/him to they/them to she/they and finally back to she/her only. You stop binding because why would you hide the well endowed breasts that God gave you.

You start wearing modest, but tasteful women's clothes that show off your naturally girlish figure. You even start taking joy in doing your makeup which just helps to enhance your beautiful feminine facial features God gave you. Pretty soon you are just a good Christian women just like God intended.

It's not just you either, you introduce the word of God to your whole friend group full of 'trans men'. It's not long before it's nothing more than a Christian women's prayer group. You all gather at brunch after mass on Sunday to gossip and talk about your new lives.

A few years later, pretty much all of you have settled down. You were the first to marry a handsome and faithful Christian man. Now you're a beautiful mother with two children and a third on the way. Your hubby wants a big family and you are more than willing to provide. You thank God every day that he led you back to the path he always intended for you to have.

[a-queer-seminarian]

Oh, God. I just realized that the main obstacle to me getting ordained isn’t any of the many things I’ve been listing since graduating seminary in 2019.

It’s not that it’s too daunting to jump through all the hoops as a genderqueer, autistic person — though sure, that’s true enough. All the steps to ordination are designed to root out people like me — but I’ve already made it past most of them! And I’m lucky to have a CPM that is willing and even eager to ordain me!

It’s not my hesitation to formally enmesh myself into organized Christianity in this particular way — though again, that is part of it. There is part of me that winces at the thought of bearing a title that has done so much harm; but a larger part of me wants it, wants to reclaim it from that harm and use it for good. Likewise, I do enjoy my role on the periphery, and being able to hop around spiritual homes, and getting ordained could complicate that s bit, but I could make it work.

No. The main reason I’ve been dragging my heels after coming this far, and while having so many people in my corner: I don’t think I’m worthy.

I can’t imagine myself holding up the bread and wine and proclaiming it the body and blood of Christ and feeling like anything but a fraud. “Get away from the altar, who do you think you are!”

I can’t picture myself baptizing someone or declaring a couple married without feeling skeptical that it “counted.”

I can only imagine myself feeling like I’m playing pretend, dressing up as a priest when really I’m just…god, a silly little girl who has no right to wear a stole and claim to speak for God.

Ouch. The internalized misgendering is a punch in the gut — but that’s what’s in my brain.

The internalized ableism is also painfully clear in a way I can’t believe I’ve been repressing all this time: I’m almost 29 years old, but I feel like a little kid. I infantilize myself, all the time, because of how my autistic body moves and autistic mind thinks and the limitations of how much work I can make my autistic self do before I break down.

Regarding the feeling of not having a “right to speak for God”: The funny thing is my denomination doesn’t claim pastors “speak for God” except insofar as every human can! But my Catholic roots run deep, and not just into the nourishing stuff but the toxic stuff too. I’m acknowledging that more honestly lately since the whole Pentecost incident — that there are parts of my psyche that still haven’t unlearned the Catholic way of putting clergy on a pedestal. And of course I don’t measure up through that lens!

I don’t know how to unpack all this right now. I feel overwhelmed and startled that this has been stagnating here in my brain, weighing down my spirit, without me even realizing. Just naming it is a good start, but where do I go from here?

Whew. Holy crap. Even as I say that as if I want to untangle all this enough to finally get ordained, part of my brain rebels — “no, you’re right about being unworthy! You’re too childish, too unstable, too flawed! Don’t try to convince yourself otherwise!”

What a mess. When I was so sure I believed at a core level that pastors are not in some way “more holy” than anyone else; and also that there can and should and must be more than cishet abled men in clerical roles. How has all this crap been festering in my psyche this whole time??

I can’t help but laugh a little! How fascinating!

Lately I’ve been reflecting on and praying to Mary in her role as Untier of Knots. Well, Mother, here’s a whole tangled mess for you to help me pull apart! I certainly need the help.

[hadenclairee]

"I think you're going to hell but I love and support you"

This is gonna be rambly, mainly because I just wanna get these thoughts out before I finish my coffee, and because I currently don't have a therapist, so you're just getting the raw thoughts:

I simultaneously admire, respect, and feel pity for my mom.

When I first tried to come out, she thought I was telling her that I was gay. She told me, with tears in her eyes as she pulled me in for a deep hug, "I love you, and you know how I believe and that I think you're going to hell, but I love you so much, and will always be here for you"

When I actually came out and told her I was transitioning, I told her that I knew she'd have big feelings about it and I'd give her space to process. Weeks later, when we finally talked about it, she said what I feared most: that she was "grieving" her son. But then she told me that she respected me and wanted to keep her "grieving" to herself and process it without dragging me down, so I gave her space for a little longer.

And she also said she still thought I was going to hell, but that she loved and supported me.

I worried about what "support" meant. She still didn't use my pronouns at the time, but I noticed she'd avoid using any pronouns at all for me, especially around my (very transphobic) dad.

She did, however, give me some things for my hair when I started growing it out, and advice. She did, however, buy me a very lovely (and flattering, feminine-looking) cardigan. She did, however, take me on an impromptu shopping trip one day -- a swing through Walmart to grab some things on the way back from my niece's volleyball game, and a detour to Walmart's makeup section.

She did, several times, acknowledge that I'm "becoming a woman" and refer to my sister and I as "the girls".

When I found out I'd been put on the schedule for a bottom surgery consult with my #1 choice of surgeon, I asked her if she wanted to go NYC with me for the appointment, and also be my caregiver through the process. She said yes. In NYC, now that I'm finally starting to pass, almost everyone we encountered treated us (my mom, my sister, and I) like any other group of women. We got greeted with "Ladies!" more than once. I got to hear my mom use my pronouns and refer to me as her daughter for the first time, and then the entire time we were up there.

But once we were back, the next time I was at their house, as Dad did his usual thing (of only acknowledging me as "son" and rolling his eyes when I refuse to respond to that), Mom went back to either misgendering me or not gendering me. And at the end of the night, as I got ready to go home, she pulled me into a hug and quietly apologized and said she'd try to get it right.

The other day, a transphobic relative messaged me on Facebook with exactly what you'd expect: A rambling message about how I'm going against God's design for my life, and am disappointing both him and my parents, and ending with a note about how they're praying for me. I mentioned it to Mom, and she asked to see the message, and then said "you know, I agree with them, but you are an independent person who can make your own choices. Just know that in my belief system, those choices mean you're going to hell, and I do pray for you every day. But I love you and I'm going to support you no matter what."

As I drove home, she texted me to say that she definitely didn't mean any offense and that she really does love me, and want me to be happy, and that she'd do her best to keep her beliefs regarding me going to hell to herself.

Yesterday, at our extended family's Easter get-together, I showed up dressed and presenting more explicitly femme than ever. Nobody in our extended family (almost all Pentecostal Christians) really made any effort to interact with me. My dad, a Pentecostal preacher who's basically made a point of never talking to me about my transition, but begging relatives to pray for me behind the scenes and constantly vague-posting about the prodigal son on Facebook, was there and blessed the food but didn't speak to me at all.

But my mom? She came right up to me and hugged me and told me she was glad to see me. She said my hair looked lovely. She asked about the dessert I'd brought. When I left, she kissed me on the cheek in front of the other relatives and told me to drive safe and text her when I got home.

And today, I come across a post from Abraham Piper, who talks about how everyone feels bad for kids in fundie families, but nobody really feels bad for the parents. The parents, who are thoroughly convinced that their child is doomed to eternal torment for not sharing their beliefs. The parents, who also believe they'll face eternal torment if they don't continue holding those beliefs. The parents, who are every bit as indoctrinated to those beliefs as I almost was.

And it's just striking to me, that my mom really, sincerely believes I'm going to hell - not even for sin (we've discussed it, and she's not sure if she sees transitioning as a sin) but for not believing in the same things she does. But yet, other than a couple of slips that she's genuinely apologized for, she doesn't try to hang that over me or use it to guilt me. She tries her best to support me in ways that matter to me, even though her husband (again, a fundie preacher) doesn't agree with her and there's starting to be obvious tension between them.

I wonder about her Christianity. I know she was taught the same things I was taught growing up, about the KJV being the word of God, and being wholly and completely literal, and that she was a taught a theology where Hell was central.

I think I should tell her about the journey I'm going through. The last update she ever got on my religious beliefs was in high school, when I pronounced that God wasn't real, and that I was an atheist.

Would it heal her heart to know that I'm now - more than a decade after I left church and Christianity behind - deconstructing the faith I was taught growing up, and falling back in love with Christ and learning how to be a Christian in a wholly different way. Would it help her to know that I have a relationship with Christ that doesn't involve a belief in Hell at all?

Or would she see this as heresy, and dig in further to her taught beliefs?

I don't know. Maybe I could hope for her to be on the way to deconstruction? But it must be so hard for her. And I have to try so hard not to be wounded by her beliefs when, if not for a few circumstances, I'd probably hold the exact same beliefs, even when they hurt me. She clearly hurts so much from her beliefs. Can you imagine believing that your daughter is going to burn for eternity, but also that you needed to respect and honor her boundaries, and also supporting her transition fully, all while you have a Pentecostal preacher for a husband?

I love her so much, and I hope she can be free from Hellfire theology and doctrine eventually because she deserves to be liberated.

We all do, and I think that's what Easter is all about. Christ liberating us all from the threat of hell - regardless of who we are, what we've done, or what we believe.

[yuri-meloi]

TW for transphobia, bigotry of all kinds, suicide, and generally unpleasant shit. It keeps getting worse ✨✨✨reposting it here for anyone interested how twitter is doing.

we can all agree this site is cooked like a soggy dumpling by now, but if you ever wanted to have the biggest proof of it, just look at all the post about trans day of visibility this year. years before all the bullshit of twitter changing hands it belongs to, it wasn't all that bad. it was a relatively nice split of majority of the people saying "have a happy trans day of visibility" but now you have to scroll for a long while before you see anyone doing so.

Most of it i imagine comes from how the x algorithm works now - people with paid twitter land at the top, and "coincidentally" all of those people are right wing nuts, grifters. People filled with malice or those who have their own narrative as to why they act like dicks.

Also company policies and all the firings inside of twitter. We all heard of or seen the famous screenshots where negative posts about cis people are suspended in visibility, while negative posts about trans people are send out far and wide to everyone.

or the quiet removal of the deadnaming and misgendering policy.

it might have something to do with more people leaving twitter because of those exact things, too. there is no more any semblance of actual human beings in this god accursed place - just people with a lot of excuses for things that are unexcusable - bigotry, transphobia, and more

This year's excuse comes from easter sunday - which easter does not have a fixed date while trans day of visibility does - happen on almost the same day this year. sounds fine, that kinda stuff is bound to happen every so often, right? both happen on the 31st.

after looking it up, it's not the first time this happened and not the last. in 2029 easter will be sharing date with april's fools. but alas. claims of "this is a war on christianity", denial of trans people, and ofc classics the magnitute of the one joke.

and the worst parts, such as posts about suicide numbers, accusations of shootings. I guess a coincidence on which two days share a SIMILAR date is enough to invoke rage in all of the good natured christians. because they definitely know this is what Jesus wanted.

there is so many mentions of those things, of how this is a "war" and trans people are the "enemy". slurs, insults and denial are commonplace in these posts. Let me remind you, a bunch of these posts are from big names - these screenshots are taken from the top of the tag.

Sorry for the long ass rant

make sure to stay safe, all of you. and don't let these fucks get into your heads. after all, reality tends to be better than the cesspool of shit that this toilet of a website is.

[adventism-atheism-orthodoxy-me]

Real Presence and Magical Pronouns

We live in an age that really decries anything that is deemed to be "magical thinking".  The belief that anything that can't be proven to be governed by Newtonian principles, or other logical processes, is to be questioned. God is a "Magic Man", etc.

I would be surprised if there were any atheists or agnostics who would give "Real Presence" - the idea that anything really, truly, happens during a Christian Communion or Eucharistic service - any credence or credibility.  Even most Protestants view the rite as something less - a memorial, maybe.  The items used during the ritual are called, "symbols'', or "elements", and aren't really thought of as much beyond the material, "It's just something we do that means this..."  Pick your rationale, whether "drawing our minds to Christ'', or at its most basic, "because he (Christ) said so" (Luke 22:19, 1 Corinthians 11:24-25).  The Eucharist for many Christians really has become a meaningless ritual.

The idea of Covenant comes up from time to time, but covenant is one of those words that the modern mind doesn't really get.  It's in our vocabulary, and we can talk about it as a thing, but to my mind, any descriptions we give of it rely a lot on linguistic gymnastics and are dependent on other words that have become vague to the modern mind.  Things such as "contract", "treaty", or "pact", come to mind as fairly concrete translations, but none of those words accurately contain the concept that's been lost. They actually do damage to it by their inadequacy in a culture unable to even comprehend the original idea.

There is a lot going on here that I’ve been thinking about.  The idea that words can hang around long after their useful purpose is done, or the idea that you can create something by giving it a name.

But my reason for starting with “Real Presence” has to do with the magical thinking around pronouns.  I’ve inherited several thousand years of Indo-European linguistic structure.  I’ve studied English formally and have used it casually as my main form of expression for over 50 years. To me, language has always been about clarity, and communication.  Apparently, very early in history, dividing things up between genders seemed important. I don’t know if it started with animal domestication or not - I suspect not - but regardless, it was understood that there were differences between the male and the female of any given species.  Roosters don’t lay eggs, bulls don’t give milk, etc…  It largely revolves around properties of reproduction - eggs are ova, milk is only derived after calving, etc…  A hen is not a rooster, a cow is not a bull, and a steer is something else - though castration doesn’t magically make him a cow.

We live in a period of confusion.  And while I agree with Alexandra Hudson, that Civility is important, and that none of us should go out of our way to offend, I think that the magical thinking around gender identity really does need to be confronted.  It has gotten so bad that calls are being made to criminalize intentionally misgendering someone (1,2,3).  Thoughtcrime anyone?

That I could somehow ontologically change who you are by referencing you with a pronoun different to the one you use for yourself, that the reality of your existence changes substantially with the use of the pronoun I use, is magical thinking.  All my life I’ve tried to use language for clarity.  I’m a technician by trade, so every little thing has a name, and writing is done for clarity.  So when I see someone who strikes me as a female, I’m going to call her, “her”, the burden of convincing the rest of us that she is a he, is on her (1,2,3,4) and anything else is willful disregard of rational thought.  

If you want to be a “he”, put in the work, become a “he”, and people will call you “he”.  There are no shortcuts, like any goal in life it requires a certain amount of ascesis to become what you want to be.

My daughter has started using the word “They” when referring to her friends.  It’s weird in such a low-context language to not use the more technically precise words to describe the persons or people in her life - I usually have no idea if she’s just talking about doing something with a singular friend or with a group.  She’ll mention a singular friend, use “they”, and it’s reflexive to me, I’ll ask, “oh, who else was there?” She speaks of "language simplicity", and "inclusivity" - not precision or accuracy.

The point of all this is singular.  Nobody is immune from magical thinking. We grow up with assumptions, and think we know how the world works.  Our history has given us a template to follow, ways of looking at the world, and this will not be changed in a single generation through coercion. I choose to believe in a supernatural reality, something even more real - even though it may not feel that way sometimes - then the physical - Because it encompasses the physical.

Does something happen during the Eucharist?  I choose to believe that something does, though I can’t prove it.

Does something fundamentally change in the universe when I misuse a pronoun?  I don’t think it does, further, I think it fundamentally distorts observable, concrete, reality - it asks us to communally endorse a psychosis, and directly refutes materialist dogma - nobody with XX chromosomes will ever get prostate cancer - Ever. And athletes with XY chromosomes will almost always dominate their XX chromosome competitors.

It's getting to a point that not even a child can say, "the Emperor has not clothes!"

But increasingly that’s just me.

[passionesolja]

Not Christian at all but i am somebody who don’t give a damn and I have the human capacity to not give one, I can only imagine what god feels. Being the inventor of all human emotions apparently. That’s why it baffles me when people say “god wouldn’t approve of pronouns or changing gender” like imagine one these types die and do meet god. It’d probably be them saying “oh god I fight against the woke agenda for your values” and god’s like “shawty I don’t even use your human made pronouns or gender fr I just identified as that so y’all wouldn’t be confused” like what these people gon do when they go to hell for misgendering god? Like are they gon fight with their own god over his gender identity and pronouns? I don’t believe in Heaven or hell personally but I’m not gon act like god is a cishet male

[katyspersonal]

Let me get this straight.

You were accused of several phobias based off of defense of a trans person that genuinely needed support? I just caught up on the posts and the responses and it looks like that person held some very problematic (cliche right-wing bs) beliefs but I can tell you didn’t support those beliefs per se. You wanted to prevent a trans person from being attacked during a bad spot in their life. You also didn’t mind sharing their fandom posts and being their friend because you knew that what they really needed was someone to help them. And it looks like they’re gone now?? Un-fucking-believable.

Now all of your mutuals are getting anonymously targeted by the same person that called you out? I am just a lurking witness but this person attacking you is the latent tr*nsphobe. They bullied and isolated someone for trying to help a struggling trans person. That is vile and I hope they rot in hell. Disgusting pos. Weaponizing tr*nsphobia is the number one no-no in fandom spaces and it’s a dead giveaway for who really care and who doesn’t. Helping a trans person through shit even when they are sharing harmful rhetoric takes balls. Good for you.

Gosh... This is always a heavy topic to talk about for me, especially when you put it THIS plainly. I think this is the most direct way to summarise the situation I've seen yet from a person that's not close to me (it is a compliment).

I must specify though - the "trans person" identified as trans man for about 13 years but since then revoked the term and now prefers to simply be described as GNC. In the end, he doesn't find the label he feels truly comfortable with, but this is still a person that is female in documents but male in fact and this IS an important bit in the whole story. Some people might argue that no matter what, but anyone not identifying with assigned gender counts as trans, that I get, but he has strong reservations and negative experience with the community that he shared multiple times - something the bully stalker you're referring to chose to ignore.

I think feeling identically homeless is an awful thing - he cannot line with the cis heteros (you can't just will yourself to identify as a straight girl when you are a gay man lol), but queer community has become ridiculously toxic with infights, imposing stereotypes on each other, ruining each others' spaces, cancelling each other over thoughts 'out of line', claims that someone's different experience harms the rest of the demographics upon being spoken of and god knows what else. You could figure that even in his younger years, he was excluded from his own identity and grossly bullied and misgendered because of the notion of "you do not belong in the queer community / you are not a REAL trans person if you support the [insert an opinion that has nothing to do with being trans]".

This is absolute fucking HELL from the sound of it, and I can't imagine LIVING it. You are so RIGHT for calling Alfred-chan (aka Clod Frollo, aka Slander Man) a latent transphobe. That they absolutely ARE. They do not see trans people (binary, nonbinary, generally GNC, whatever) as PEOPLE, as human beings with their own lives, history, opinions and differences. They see them as ideological soldiers in the "war" against them nasty white cissie hets and they are the EXACT garbage type that will exclude someone from their own gender/sexuality if they fail to match the checklist of strictly western libertarian opinions. They believe that to be trans or gay/lesbian is to have only certain beliefs on everything else that is not relevant. If not seeing trans people as people is not REAL transphobia, then I don't know what is.

From how you're talking you must be familiar with the cases of imposing very suffocating and concrete opinions and behaviour standards on a person for them to not be bullied as "not real" or "not proper" queer person. Some trans/GNC people will be conservative, some will be Christian, some will say 'instead of making 60 abortions just exercise protected sex already because abortion is a murder'. Because they're people, they come to different conclusions in this life, and no one should be put under obligation to assume only certain values to simply have their identity acknowledged.

ALSO from how you're talking you must be familiar with the situation of abusing the sympathy pool for selfish goals. This is exactly how #metoo got a dirty name. Alfred-chan used a very painful, vulnerable topic (transphobia) to fabricate lies and manipulate narrative with the goal of removing the bitch they disliked (yours truly) from the fandom. In general they are ridiculously nasty towards anyone that speaks against them trying to bully certain group of fans - people that clarify nuances on G3hrman as a character, insist that Maria is not "canonically a masculine lesbian" but instead is up to interpretation (that she is) or simply like G3hrmaria ship. They are terminally unable to see people (or fictional characters) outside of stereotypes and cannot acknowledge variety of identities and experiences. Yeah, I was proclaimed a witch to burn over the awful sin of trying to listen and help someone instead of throwing them away like a trash, but even before that they had quite a beef against me; they joined the fandom, lured some audience with cute mari4deline art and then decided to divide us into "normal fans" and "nasty misogynist lesbophobes without media literacy" just after the disco horse in the fandom started to die down. And I said NO YOU DON'T. Still, when they cannot harass people over reblogging a meme from me, they harass them for having an opinion on Maria that isn't 100% like their.

They do not care about trans PEOPLE, they care about trans 'identities'. These are different things. They appreciate diversity of flags and labels, but not diversity of experiences, opinions and backgrounds. And if you do not fit - you are a broken gear in the machine, you are not a proper 'soldier', and you must be thrown away. And if someone picks you up? They are the evil one, if not MORE evil. Kindness, patience and understanding are the bad things, but violence, cruelty and exclusion are what makes you trustworthy and good by their logic! True face of the fighters for "acceptance and kindness" as you can see! Fuck the Golden Ord- errrr I mean fuck this hypocritical corrupted witch-hunting nonsense.

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I'd also not say that his rhetorics were "harmful". Again, Alfred-chan likes to twist what someone says to benefit their witch-hunter narrative. You can explain yourself with maximal logic, nuance and clarity, only for that person to ignore absolutely everything you said except for ONE thing they COULD twist against you, base everything around that thing and then play a victim. If you had the misfortune of knowing a 'narcissistic abusive mother' - the type of manipulation is shockingly similar. He was always ready to explain things properly but witch-hunters are not interested in removing the conflict - they are interested in removing YOU.

I also believe that free speech reveals the opinions, not creates them. Basically, opinions do not cause harm - PEOPLE do. If all it took someone to support this or that right-wing opinion is to read a post from a stranger online? Congratulations, a person found their tribe. It is GOOD if everything is revealed and everyone takes their place, it is GOOD if groups define their territories so you know where they are,. If many people believe in a "bad thing" - this means that many people ARE bad, and dividing and silencing them won't change the truth, only conceal it until it inevitably breaks through. Scaring people never changes their hearts, only makes them strike HARDER when they're ready to do so. Like what in the Brador people try to say with hating the truth revealed SO much? sdfjhdshghds

Me and him argue quite often, but when you befriend someone, it is a very bad thing to argue with them publicly. It borders the level of abusing a friend. If you have a friend that consistently shames you on public - this is not a good friend, and you should inform them that you are not their means of looking virtuous before some strangers/guests. On the brighter note - yes, the person is gone from Tumblr, but he is living his better life now. He got a therapist, he goes outside more often, he found a new passion that gave him sense of purpose, overall his life is getting better.. and he is happy that I get to be a part of it!

[caliguladown]

I didn't call myself a terf, you did.

This is something that has been bothering me, so I'm going to rant a little. Maybe someone sees it similar to me, I don't see this perspective a lot.

I don't consider myself a terf because I will not define my viewpoints by what I don't include. I consider myself a Feminist, compared to others I would be a Radical Feminist but I believe feminism should be radical- in a lot of places, it is. I think the female sex is oppressed and my identity is tied to that sex. This is not by my choice but by first my biology, and then stronger by my position in society.

These factors give me a similar, though not identical, experience to other women all around the world and throughout history. Our plight is the same, our oppression follows patterns, as does our liberation. I feel a unique kinship with woman, and I believe strongly in their betterment in society.

I don't hate trans women, I don't even hate men. Outside, I have friends of all walks. I find myself angry at the sexism that permeates the culture of trans individuals just as it permeates the culture of men.

I find myself angry at how the trans mythos targets young girls. How it doesn't account for the discomfort girls feel once they begin to be aware of their sex-based oppression. It was made for the male sex's experience, as is everything in the world. I have known personally many women and girls in my life who fell into nonbinary and trans labels and harshly regretted it. I don't think people realise how common it is for Gen Z to consider themselves trans in Liberal areas at least, starting in middle school.

I was bullied by both sides of my peers. The assholes who don't take kindly to a young girl turning finding herself growing up into a butch lesbian. And, stranger, the school GSA. The group was only trans kids and they tried to convince me at every moment that I was really trans (because why else would a woman dress as i did, and i already like women, didnt i?) . They misgendered me on purpose so I could "test it out". I didn't have a place in our 'queer community'.

Now, these were children. Going on eighteen years old, but children. Only, it showed me how inherent the sexism was in the mythos.

I call it a mythos because I treat it as a religion. For reference, I'm an atheist. It makes sense to me in an abstract way, but I do not believe it is wholly true. Jesus might have lived, but he was not the son of god-type thing. I believe trans people believe they are not lying, just a Christian is sure I am going to hell. And I understand Christians see my sexuality this way as well- this doesn't bother me.

I believe both in the separation of church and state, and in human freedom. The government has no place in social issues but to issue protections and prevent violence. Adults should be able to do as they please, so long it does not infringe on the freedoms of others. I think body mods are cool as hell as a freedom and expression, even if snake tongues kind of make me want to vomit.

I do *not* want trans women to be beaten. I do *not* want trans men corrective raped. I do *not* want conversion camps.

Do I think trans women hate cis women? No, I don't think they could ever understand them. I think they want to, they are desperate to. And that's only because they don't know what it means. They don't understand our 'community' is more of a class solidarity than a subscription or hobby.

Cutting it off right here bc it's getting too long. I'm writing this on my phone, so I hope there aren't too many errors.

If anyone wants to discuss this, I encourage you to. My dms and inbox are open and anonymous.