#and even if it weren't marginalized groups do not need to be erased more than they already are

[bayetea]

500 angels lose their wings every time someone whitewashes hazel in a fanart or fancast

[lizardsfromspace]

Stumbling across that weird fanatically anti-transmasc cult again and this tweet really sums it up better than anything

Trans women are defined entirely by misery and tragedy. Historical trans women all died in asylums. That's why Christine Jorgensen, the first trans woman to get gender-affirming surgery in the US, tragically *squints* spent decades as a in-demand public speaker and headlining entertainer. Because trans women literally can't experience anything other than misery

I have a book from the 70s with an ad for a speaker's agency that lists her alongside Rod Serling and Cicely Tyson. And underneath Erich von Daniken, which is irrelevant to my point but really weird. She was not wasting away in an asylum. Many trans women led tragic lives; but many is not all, and there are historic examples, even really famous ones, of trans women who were happy

Why would they erase that to tell people trans women all suffer tragic fates and must suspect everyone oh yeah bc they're a cult preying on the vulnerable and trying to convince them they need protection (but oddly enough from other trans people more than anyone else?)

The trans man thing is a reference to Victor Barker, who was, indeed, a trans man and a fascist in the 1920s. But I think another key point is, uh, that was one fuckin' guy. Why are they tacking that on, except if they're trying to imply trans men are secretly fascists? But that'd be an absurd thing to belieTHEY BELIEVE THAT. That is a real thing these creeps believe now and are seriously implying on the reg

"You must be suspicious that trans men are fascists" is now part of their ever-evolving litany of apparently endless evil from transmascs who...called a internet famous trans woman an asshole? Made a bad tweet once? Literally anything a trans man ever does (or doesn't do) transforms into a collective action on the part of all trans men in their minds. Trans men aren't just not allies in their mind, but are comically evil Saturday morning cartoon villains

Also, of course, the insistence that trans men had it much easier than trans women. If all trans women's lives weren't misery, all trans men's lives weren't happy, either. This insistence they had it "easy" is giving James Somerton on Radclyffe Hall

This is, again, A Single Guy. You have proved two white trans men are fascists, one in the 1920s and one now. Maybe. Maybe some other factor is at play, some other identity shared, by these two men, and the majority of fascists. "Why do people think I hate trans men?" says a group with a list of trans men they hate they can trot out instantly

I think people are just primed to think evidence of one member of a marginalized group doing a shitty thing is proof they all do it, or to go "that's just one guy?". In another life this jabroni wouldn't be posting about how Mao would be a Baeddel (???), they'd be sharing Fox News stories about crimes to declare we need to deport all Muslims and Mexicans. It's the same psychology, just rotted by internet discourse instead of a more traditional reactionary ideology

Also you may wonder "wait, I'm a trans woman, and trans men calling me a Nazi happens quite rarely, actually". I'm a trans woman on the internet and trans men calling me a Nazi has happened a grand zero times. So you may then wonder why, precisely, this sweet, innocent bean who's never done anything wrong is called a Nazi so regularly they think it's a universal problem.

Anyway they tweeted out the Fourteen Words, but they said gay women instead of white children. Truly, how could anyone ever get the idea they're a Nazi

[metapianycist]

i really don’t like the pattern I'm seeing of younger and younger people putting things like "anti-mogai" in their descriptions.

this is not a post advocating the use of "mogai" as an acronym. nor is it a post about my not using it. this is not a post about hurt that people using the term "mogai" have inadvertently inflicted, or about people who assert that the acronym is inappropriate or harmful. this is a post specifically about the culture of describing oneself as "anti-mogai".

i remember when the acronym "mogai" (marginalized orientations, genders, and intersex) was proposed. it was one of the proposed replacements for phrases like "queer community" that came and went. i never used it (because i prefer to name the specific communities and coalitions i'm talking about) but i never had strong feelings about it. there's nothing unique to "mogai" that makes it any better or worse than any other proposed replacement for "queer"

"queer" is a political word that gets its power from its history as a slur. people who self-describe as queer are making a statement of values, especially of resistance to assimilationism and identity prescriptivism. (there's a reason why gay conservatives and fascists don’t typically call themselves "queer" or associate with people who do.) this is why i don’t think it makes sense to replace "queer"—it is not a word that should be used to mean "people of these specific identity groups" because that both dilutes its power and imposes it on people who either do not want to be called it (e.g. for reasons of trauma or how it can be used to erase a more specific identity) or are diametrically opposed to its politically radical implications (e.g. gay fascists).

but back to mogai and "anti-mogai." somewhere along its path, mogai took on a connotation of referring specifically to minority sexualities and genders not adequately or accurately described by "LGBT"—especially any described by a neologism or any use of neopronouns.

i started seeing people in my age group on tumblr (i'm in my 30s) describe themselves as "anti mogai" to indicate their opposition to The Young People describing themselves with any Newfangled sexuality, gender or pronoun not already in wide use by Us Older People. "anti mogai" was always a statement of disapproval and generational resentment of a (straw) young person (often a young teen) exploring their identity in ways We Older People didn't have the freedom to when we were young. "anti-mogai" is essentially another way to say "get off my lawn" and it's never not been about targeting youth.

(side note: lots of us Older People use neopronouns and newer gender and sexuality labels as adults. i know a ton of people older than me who use neologisms for their gender and sexuality labels.)

and now… there are literally people who call themselves "anti mogai" that are 13 years old and do not know (or do not care about) how they have been drawn to espousing a cynical and anti-youth framework grounded on the idea that we need to be palatable to the majority be accepted.

it reminds me of the time when a 16 year old told me on this site to "grow up" for advocating for myself as a trans autistic person—i was at least ten years older than this cynical individual at the time and living in a house where multiple cis straight adults (who weren't even leftist or in activist communities) fully affirmed me as a nonbinary trans autistic adult.

i was living what this person regarded as impossible idealism. "anti-mogai" frameworks distort one's judgment of what is possible, and lead to such a cynical view of the world. and it gives me a lot of sadness to see that kind of bitterness and cynicism in a young person, and it makes me angry to see them hurt other young people with it because it's typically coupled with feelings of superiority ("I'm so mature compared to ~mogais~") and the belief that people unpalatable to cisnormative and heteronormative society deserve some or all of the harm that comes to them.

and that is not a framework that has any place in any kind of liberation.

[super-fantasy-lover-writing]

You awake in the afternoon on your birthday, having accidentally overslept. You couldn't help but stay up late waiting for your fated animal companion to show up. You have dreamed of this day for a long long time,every since you could comprehend what you were told,that when you turned 18,you would gain a life long companion. A companion who would be there for you,who would keep your secrets,who would always be on your side,who would love you and only you for as long as you both live. You dreamed of birds,you dreamed of fish,you dreamed of dogs,cats, rodents,and even dreamed of reptiles. You wondered hypothetically of getting a fantastic fantasy creature, though no one has ever gotten such a creature,you still wanted a unicorn. You day dreamed of many different animals morning,noon,and night. From day light to star light to twilight. You could be running errands and or talking to someone, your mind half focused as you day dream of your future companion.

You remember getting into trouble for doodling animals while teachers lectured,you got in trouble for drawing animals on the margins of your test paper even though after you finished the test you erased them. You even got scolded for reading about animals when you should have been doing your assignment,even though you had already completed it and had nothing left to do. You could not help yourself,you were obsessed with learning as much about animals as you could so that when your future companion showed up you could properly take care of them and give them all the love you could muster.

A major reason you desperately wanted your animal companion is that you never had any real friends. You were considered a outsider by your peers. You didn't fit in. You were often so quiet people forgot you were there. You were never invited to birthday partys. You didn't get valentine cards. In group projects you were left out. Your classmates wouldn't talk to you unless they had to. People would talk about you as if you weren't in the room with them. you desperately couldn't wait to become 18 because you were so lonely,so to know that one day,your fated life long companion would come to you was both a relief and torment.

When you realized you had overslept you bolted up out of bed, frantically looking around for your companion. You vaguely felt like something was different about your room as you looked. Was your companion a tiny mouse? A lizard? Something so small they were hard to notice.

You were starting to feel anxious when you heard something. Well,heard was the wrong word. When you think you 'feel' the words in your mind. The feeling of foreign thoughts appearing in your mind ,they feel different from your own thoughts,they feel comforting. Like a piece of a puzzle you had never completed and never even knew was there was just completed,that missing puzzle piece slotting into place, making you feel whole for the first time in your life,even though you have yet to lay eyes on your companion.

'Where are you?,' you ask, calming down from the anxious feeling, 'I have missed you so much,we have not met before now but I felt like I was missing something ally life,I have been waiting for and wanting you so much since I was a child', you can't help the words spilling out of you, you feel you need to say it,' please,where are you,I want to see you,I've wanted nothing else, nothing at all, except to meet you and to finally never be alone ever again'. You finally notice what felt different about your room just as you remember that your walls aren't a certain color that they currently are.

The mental voice of your companion or rather companions turn out to be thousands of hornets. They were touched by your love for them. You don't care that you didn't get a certain kind of animals,what you do care about is that you have more than one companion,or does a hive still count as one? You don't really know,but you do know you feel sad you can't hug the swarm. You gather up a handful of hornets, gingerly and with the upmost of care, raising them up to your face. The many eyes of your companion's many parts look back at you. Many of your new friend's hornets land on you and you don't feel a ounce of fear,you just feel loved,you feel better today than you ever have before. You know that you're going to be okay, that you're never going to be lonely ever again. You discover you are crying,not of sorrow but of joy. You grab a book about insects,'want you read with me'? You ask,and they answer ,' nothing would please me more'.

At the age of 18, everyone gains a Familiar, an animal suddenly enchanted to be intelligent and bonded to them. You wake up on your 18th birthday to find your room covered in hornets, all of them speaking to you as one.