#i wish we could abolish gender

[firesidetextiles]

Bumping this older post to say that for the remainder of the month, if you want a pair of these rainbow embroidery bobbin earrings, you can commission me at https://ko-fi.com/tonkai/commissions. DIY charm pieces are still available in the shop if you want to make your own.

[ID: Original image is two similar closeup photos of a pair of earrings, each side featuring three miniature charms in the shape of embroidery thread bobbins dangling from silver colored chains and wrapped up with embroidery thread. The thread colors are a simplified rainbow starting with red down to orange and yellow on the left and purple down to blue then green on the right. The earring set rests on a embroidery hoop covered with black cross stitch fabric. The new photo included shows the same earring set described dangling from the brass screw of an upside down embroidery hoop. End.]

The laser cut pieces came in and they are CUTE! I'll be releasing a small batch of crafted pieces like these earrings and also the charm bobbins themselves for those who want to wrap their own.

[trans-clown-catgirl]

well isn't that just great. the fucking fascist candidate won the elections. for the few of my followers that aren't aware, i'm from Argentina. we just had our final 2024 presidential elections. one of the candidates is a trump-wannabe alt right cunt that wants to abolish a sizeable amount of human rights, destroy the ministry of women gender and diversity, among many, many other policies. i'm a trans girl who hasn't transitioned yet. i wish i could, but i have no insurance and i missed my chance while i had it. i could have gotten it back once i started college but well clearly things are gonna be much harder on that end soon. everything will. we have an incompetent fascist who has never read the constitution, knows literally nothing about politics, and only became a politician to bolster hatespeech groups and put their desires into action. Javier Milei is going to run this country into the ground and i fear for my safety. i fear for my future, for everyone here i care for. things were already bad- now we have someone whose sole goal is to make things worse. please kill me.

[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 16: Public

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 6763

Warnings: Afab!reader, a few sprinklings of gendered language, public sex, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, piv sex, creampie, talk of cum eating 

A/N: Heizou is actually one of my faves btw 🥴 I haven’t acted right since he called us dreamy in his hangout xmdkxkdnd I’m so sorry

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The streets are jam packed with milling bodies and temporarily erected stalls hocking various wares, foods and trinkets from one end of the city to the next. Most everyone had gotten dressed up to some degree, many of the girls wearing their best summer kimonos and the men donning fancy outer coats of their own to mark the festivities. Even those that couldn’t afford to buy nice clothes managed to splurge on masks carved to look like any number of creature, from the real to the imagined, or on festival headbands knotted at the back of their head in big, woven bows. 

It had been a long, long time since you last saw Inazuma looking so lively and full of such simple joy. A hope for the future that its people hadn’t had not all that long ago. It was the first fall festival celebrating the changing of seasons since both the unjust Vision hunt decree and the equally tyrannical Sakoku decree were abolished, and the excitement in the air was very nearly palpable. Like the newly granted freedom to simply live again had stirred the love and passion everyone held for the world, and it was exceptionally hard not to find yourself swept up in it too. 

Smiling over at Heizou as the two of you make your way down the crowded road together, hand in hand, you try very hard not to let the bubbling thrill of it all show on your face. Not because it was something to hide from him or anything to be ashamed of, but because you simply didn’t know what to do with all this vibrating energy making you feel like an ignited firework just waiting for the fuse to run out so you could shoot off into the sky and join the stars there. You’d never experienced anything quite like it before, at least not to this extent. 

But, to your relief, Heizou seems to be in the same boat and he gives your fingers a tight squeeze to accompany the big, boyish grin he fixes you with in return. “Having a good time I take it?” 

“The best.” 

And that wasn’t an understatement. He’d gotten off work a few hours ago, late in the afternoon, and you’d spent every minute together since, just slowly making your way through the festival at your own pace and checking everything out. It was well past dark now, and so far he’d won you a water balloon yo-yo at a fishing game stall, bested you in a match of ping pong (no surprise to you there), sampled different flavors of sake that were being offered by restaurant vendors, eaten taiyaki and cotton candy, tried your hand at shooting pellets from a toy gun just to receive a consolation prize in the form of a solitary tissue packet, and you’d even walked out to the shrine offering box located in the city to make wishes for the future. It was the most fun you’d had in a long while, and getting to do it all with him just made everything so much better. 

Honestly, you didn’t want this night to ever end. 

“What should we do next?” He wonders aloud, sparkling green eyes eagerly scanning the newest stretch of road you’d wandered into. You do the same, thinking on his question, but he abruptly gives your hand an excitable jolt before you can reach a decision. “Oh! Look, look! There’s a mask stall!” 

Just like that, he’s pulling you in the direction of the stand where you spend a long time deliberating over which to choose from when so many of them had their appeal. True to nature, Heizou teases your taste and playfully tries to psychoanalyze your reasoning behind picking out what you do but you stand firm even in the face of his sly little smiles. You wanted the woodcut cat face with its bold, blocky color scheme. He then picked out a white fox mask for himself, much quicker and with far less agonizing over the decision than you had. Both of you don your new trinkets ��� yours at a slanted angle on your head to keep your face uncovered while Heizou ties his to the belt at his waist — and the two of you are soon off again. 

“I’m really glad you were able to come with me today.” You tell him softly under the constant murmur of the bustling crowd, for his ears only. Like a closely guarded secret between you and your lover. 

“Hey, me too. I wasn’t going to miss it if I could help it. And y’know,” His smile takes on a mischievous edge as he sidles closer to lightly bump your hip with his. “You look so nice tonight it’s a wonder I can even keep my hands off you right now. I hope you know you’ll be in for a real treat when we get home later.” 

Giggling, you pin him with a playfully wry look. “Oh? Are you sure you can wait that long, mister detective?” 

The new gleam in his eyes tells you he’s strongly considering taking on that challenge, and it makes your blood pump a little faster. “I’m not so sure about that,” He murmurs with a slow, easy drawl. “Do you think you can?” 

You quickly bring your sleeve up to hide the lower half of your face and avert your gaze elsewhere. Of course he would see the change in your expression and recognize it for what it was. Heizou was nothing if not astute and his mastery of body language made him just as dangerous to play these sorts of games with now as he’d been the first day you met him. A rascal, that’s what he was. 

“We’ll have to. Even if we wanted to rent a room for an hour or two you know as well as I do that there won’t be any available during the festival.” 

Humming a soft, knowing tune, Heizou tugs on your hand to pull you in against his side. The firm press of unwavering muscle mass against you just makes your heart beat even quicker, and your cheeks start to grow warm with the first curling tendril of desire. Whatever he may have lacked in overall height was more than made up for in his physical strength and you were regrettably weak for it. Something else that hadn’t changed much at all in the time you’d known him. 

“I’m sure we could find a relatively private place somewhere nearby,” He tells you, blunt thumb caressing circles over your knuckle as if to further entice you. “And my intuition tells me you’re much more keen on the idea than you want to let on right now so … what do you say? I'd be lying if I said talking like this doesn’t have me a little excited. It’s the same for you, right?” 

You steal a quick, surreptitious glance at the front of his pants but the hakama are too loose fitted for you to make out much of anything that might be amiss. That doesn’t stop you from picturing it in your head though, familiar enough with how he looked naked and hard with arousal to see it right then and there in your mind's eye, and even more heat quickly crawls up your face to settle there. It was shameful and embarrassing in equal measure but you did indeed want him. Now, not later. But … but — 

“Is that really okay? If we get caught you might get into trouble. What if you can’t be a Doushin anymore?” 

Heizou’s expression softens, his affection for you visibly warming his face like the first rays of morning light cresting over the horizon. “Don’t worry. I won’t let us get caught. If I’m being honest I don’t really care all that much about my job title anyway, but I’m the only one lucky enough to get the privilege of seeing you turned into a mess …” 

Pausing there on the street, he leans close to press his mouth against yours in what would have been an altogether chaste kiss if your loins hadn’t already been curling at the thought of having him. Instead the slow, coaxing pull of his lips seems to pluck at your growing need, pulling you into his pace with a stilted sigh, and you gradually find yourself leaning further into him. The height difference between you is not so great that you even have to tip your head back to look at him when he pulls back a few moments later, the silent exchange heated with static energy for as short as it lasts. 

Then, he pulls on your hand again. “Come on. I have a place in mind.” 

You follow him, excited and jittery with nerves, off the main road and down a series of small side streets until you finally end up in a cramped little alley. Down to the end where the lip opens up to a picture perfect view of the ocean stretching endlessly into the distance. This is where he stops and turns to you, his hands already coming up to take possessive hold of your hips, but you startle instead. 

“Here?” You gasp, wide eyed with genuine surprise. You’d expected something a bit more out of the way, something more hidden and isolated, not just on the edge of another busy street where anyone could wander by. 

Laughing, he drags you against him to press your front flush to his, and you stiffen at the shudder that tears through you when you feel the pointed nudge of his cock against your stomach. He really was ready to have you, here and now. And not a moment later. 

“Relax. Most everyone will be headed further up the island to watch the fireworks at this time of night which means there shouldn’t be too many stragglers left. This is on the opposite side, away from the best viewing spots, so we’ll be fine.” 

You understood his reasoning. Couldn’t exactly find  fault in it either, but that didn’t do much to quell your nervous anxiety on the matter. “But what if someone does come by? Public indecency is still a thing, Heizou! Shouldn’t we find a better place?” 

Giving your hips a reassuring squeeze, he drags his broad palms up your sides to leave wrinkles in your kimono where he’d rucked it slightly. “Don’t worry so much, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Just trust me, okay?” 

You draw a breath to volley back with but it gets caught in your throat when his thumbs smooth over your chest in such a slow, stilted pass you feel it in high definition even through your clothes. Abruptly forgetting what you were going to say, you slowly glance down at yourself to watch him knead at your chest and a low whine promptly tumbles out of your mouth. You wanted him to keep touching you like that, you were dully horrified to realize. 

No, you didn’t just want it. You needed it. 

Your pussy was already becoming wet for him as if the taboo of this, the thrill of having him grope at you in public was making the sensation even more potent than it otherwise would have been behind closed doors. You could feel it all in startling clarity, how blocky and masculine his fingers feel squeezing around your ribcage. The slow curling of your nipples to leave them stiff and seeking under the thin layer of cotton separating you from him. The way he looks at you, how he draws a deep inhale as if to breathe you in. The not so subtle nudge of his cock twitching against your lower belly … 

Archons, even if you’d wanted to put your foot down about finding another spot you really didn’t think you could wait that long. 

“Heizou,” You say his name like a prayer, an oath, as you bring your hands up to brace them along his muscular shoulders. “I trust you.” 

Green eyes glimmering even under the shroud of night, he leans in to put his face close to yours. “That’s my girl.” 

Your lips meet again, with urgency this time. He kisses you like he’s hungry, a starving man finally finding his salvation in a barren wasteland, and you gladly allow yourself to get swept up in it. Your own need doubles and then triples, making you press your body more tightly to his in a desperation that is as sudden as it is powerful. His silky soft hair brushes your cheek and your nose when he tilts his head to deepen the exchange, kissing you deeply now as his hands shift forward to center over your breasts so he can squeeze them in his palms. A soft, shuddering sigh rises in you at the sensation and you let it out against his mouth when he tugs at the top of your kimono. 

Slowly, the fabric starts to loosen around your shoulders, falling open in the front to expose your flushed, heated skin to the cool night air. It was still early into fall and yet warm enough not to need a jacket, but you were so close to the ocean now that the breeze coming in off the crashing waves below carries with it a chill. It has you trembling slightly, eagerly seeking out the always stifling warmth of his body, but it is an inner heat that starts to make you feel like you’re burning up. It stokes inside you with each demanding press of his full lips, every single brush of roughened fingertips on your body, and even the ever present threat of getting caught is not enough to truly smother it. 

Finally pulling away when the need for air becomes much too great, you send a quick look over his shoulder to glance out at the street. You were still jittery with nerves even though no one had walked by since you’d gotten here but it just seemed to further emphasize how very turned on you were to be doing something like this with him. It was arguably wrong to have sex in a public space — there were laws prohibiting it for a reason — but any concern over it seems to be the farthest thing from his mind right now. 

Bending his head close, Heizou latches onto your neck and kisses deeply at your thundering pulse at the same time he reaches back to grab tight, pinching handfuls of your ass, very nearly hauling you up against him. Your head lolls back when he grinds his hips forward, digging his stiff cock into your belly, but he doesn’t lift you. He could, all too easily. Had done it many times in the past and you’d half expected him to take you like that, against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his narrow waist. Instead, he merely rucks up the length of your kimono until you eventually feel a waft of cold air on your bare backside, and you give a tiny little jolt of surprise. 

“Heizou!” You hiss, reaching back with one hand to grip his wrist. He remains undeterred though, mouthing at your throat even while he almost idly tucks your kimono up around your waist as if you weren’t even clutching his arm so fiercely the knuckles ache in protest. Yelping softly, you twist in his hold to send a wide eyed look down the opposite end of the alley, frantically searching for any signs of other people. “Someone is going to see! I - I don’t have anything on underneath!” 

“I know.” He practically growls against your neck, sliding both hands back down to cup the bare swell of your ass now. The kneading pinch he applies to the skin sends you to the tips of your toes and you waver unsteadily in your dainty little sandals but he easily keeps you upright and balanced without much effort. 

Giving the fleshy swell a rough, possessive jostle, he then slips one of his hands lower to dip between your thighs. The other slides forward, squeezing the meat of your hip along the way, and bullies it into the tight space to attack you from both ends. One set of calloused fingers finds your clit to rub firm, steady circles over the sensitive nub while the opposite digits press up into your slit to tease at your entrance from behind and draw more sticky slick out of you. Shuddering so hard your legs almost give right out from under you, you carefully shuffle them further apart to brace against the onslaught of sensation hitting you all at once. It was overwhelming and mind numbing at the same time but, still, you can’t quite stop yourself from fearfully glancing around. 

It had been one thing when you thought he would just move your clothes out of the way and take you like that, with the important bits hidden out of sight from anyone that might happen to wander by. It wouldn’t have done much to actually conceal what you were doing but at least you would have some dignity left to you. He was practically undressing you right there on the street though, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to any curious onlookers, and you’re more than a little ashamed at how much that makes your cunt slick for him. 

“Are you really sure we should be doing this here? This is so risky — aahn!” 

One of his thick fingers sinking up into your body cuts off the nervous fretting that spills from your mouth, back bowing at the hot sear of penetration. Your pussy squeezes around the intrusion, tries to milk him dry, but he just sedately fucks into you even as he laughs, low and breathy, into the crook of your neck. 

“It might be risky but gods, you’re enjoying this. You’re already this wet for me, baby. Can you hear yourself?” 

Heizou pumps his finger a bit more quickly and you loose a faltering groan at both the delicious drag against your inner sleeve as much as the soft, sticky click that rises in the air. It seems to punctuate your labored breathing, highlighting just how frazzled and aroused you were in that moment, and you finally allow yourself a slow, stilted grind of your hips. His own excitement visibly increases as you fuck your cunt on his finger, moaning when he adds a second to the gripping heat of your body. Attentively, he watches the way you twitch at the increased stretch, pelvis stuttering over his hand before falling back into that stiff, rolling motion again. 

“Not to state the obvious here,” He pants out, strained and thin. “But this just might be the hottest thing I’ve ever been lucky enough to experience. You look so beautiful like this, and all mine for the taking too ...” 

You force your constricting lungs to expand with a tremulous breath while he nudges the top of your kimono further open with his nose to finally expose your breast. He has to bend at the knee to reach without the use of his hands, but he still manages to latch onto the stiffened bud and he suckles with great enthusiasm. Sliding your fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, you clutch him to your chest and try not to cry out in pleasure even when every fiber of your being was screaming at you to do just that. Between his fingers pumping in and out of you, the others stroking your clit and now his hot, wet mouth on your teat, you felt like you were going to shatter into a million, fleeting pieces. 

“Ooh, H - Heizou! Bless the electro archon, you’re going to make me cum!” You wheeze, legs trembling so hard his probing fingers felt like the only thing keeping you balanced anymore. 

Humming a muffled, encouraging sound into the meat of your breast, he briefly opens his mouth just to latch on again, sucking your nipple straight towards the back of his throat now. The rhythmic suction on your chest paired with the steady pressure on your clit makes you go cross eyed, and they start to roll up into the back of your head as a powerful orgasm bears down on you. You can feel it in your tingling toes, straight up your shaking legs to settle hot and heavy in your pelvis. It has your juddering hips stumbling over the needy pace they’d settled into and you lurch against him, sucking in one ragged breath after another. The digits stuffed in your cunt work a little faster, harder. Your cotton stuffed head begins to spin at a truly dizzying rate, your entire body on fire and — and the coil snaps, so abruptly it sends you reeling in his hold. 

Mouth dropping open on a high pitched, keening wail you just barely manage to keep hushed and soft, you quake through your release so violently Heizou has to shift and adjust the position of his feet to keep you from toppling right over. Luckily, though, he is sturdy and solid against you, and you’re free to spasm wildly even as you force your jaw to clench shut so you can seethe through your teeth instead of crying out.  

You come down from it one little piece of you at a time some moments later, legs trembling like a newborn doe’s even when he carefully removes his sticky fingers from your cunt. The tremors were still so fresh in your mind that just the lingering waves now lapping at your consciousness causes you to sensitively twitch and groan low in your throat at the loss of him. You were floating somewhere far outside your body, intoxicated on the rush of endorphins and dopamine that blankets over your body to leave you warm and comfortable in the aftermath. And, still, you almost couldn’t believe you’d actually been able to cum like that in public … 

Pulling up off your wet teat with a rumbling groan, Heizou finally straightens up to look at you. His strong hands squeeze at your hips and waist with wanting tugs that pull you right up against him, and you try very hard not to think about the sticky trail some of his fingers leave on your skin. 

“I hope your post-climax clarity doesn’t make you change your mind about doing this,” He whispers into the scant space separating your mouth from his, those lovely, heavy lidded eyes fixated on your own. “Because I’m really not sure if I can wait until we get home to finish.” 

He rolls his hips forward to nudge his cock into you for emphasis, and you smile at him. Grin, from ear to ear. “Of course I’m not going to do that to you.” Reaching up to brush some of those long forelocks back from his handsome face, you lower your tone to a sultry whisper. “How do you want me, Heizou?” 

A weak, faltering sound puffs out of him to accompany the shudder that works through his body. Lashes fluttering in sensitive bliss, he closes the distance to kiss you again even as his hands maneuver you back against the wall. You think he’s going to finally pick you up like you’d initially thought he would but, to your surprise, when he disengages another moment later he just gently turns you around. 

“Lean forward,” He murmurs, thick and quiet. “I want to look at your pussy while I’m fucking it.” 

Your knees turn wobbly at that but you oblige, and slowly bend at the waist with your hands braced on the wall. Craning your neck back, you look at him with a small frown of uncertainty while he quickly works to unfasten the tie around his waist. “Are you sure about this? If someone comes by it’ll be pretty obvious what we’re doing …” 

“Like it wasn’t before?” He snorts a quiet laugh that promptly morphs into a soft groan of relief when he gets his cock out. Biting down on his bottom lip, Heizou shuffles closer and places one palm on the swell of your hip while the other reaches between the two of you to guide himself in. 

The nudge against your wet, puffy slit chases away your last remaining doubts and, turning back to face the wall, you issue a stuttering groan when he starts to sink in. Your guts are so soft and pliant that the glide is very nearly seamless, his thick length stretching you much more than his fingers had. But it was so incredibly satisfying on a bone deep level and you moan when your pussy eagerly spasms around him. Hungrily rearing back, you try to take him in quicker and the responding grunt from him rushes straight to your spinning head. 

Panting again, you hang your head between your arms to peer down at yourself — at the shockingly erotic sight of your tits spilling out of your kimono, the shameless spread of your thighs. Heizou’s own wide legged stance behind you that seems to falter when he finally settles against you with a tiny, wet little click from your cunt. It was like something out of the hottest wet dream ever conceived, and your breath catches in your throat when he immediately falls into a moderate pace. 

His thrusts are quick and snappy but flawlessly controlled to jab up into your body right where you needed him the most. You rock back and forth between him and the wall, gasping and groaning as softly as you could manage, while the steady plap, plap, plap of skin meeting skin rises to dominate the space inside the alley. The sway of your tits feels heavy in this position, stiff nipples cutting through the air with each pendulous swing, further highlighting just how stark your nudity truly felt out in the open like this. You’d never felt quite so exposed, so vulnerable, and it was quite possibly the most singularly arousing experience of your life. 

“You look amazing like this.” He hisses behind you, reaching up to shove the back of your kimono higher to leave the full curve of your ass on display. Issuing a ruffled, almost bestial growl of pleasure, he brings both palms to your cheeks so he can grope and squeeze them, pinching tight to spread them and get a good long look at your cunt clinging to him. A flustered sound of protest rises in your throat when you realize he can see an uninterrupted shot of your puckered ass hole as well but you can’t quite seem to find the wherewithal to give it voice. 

“I don’t know how long I can last right now, baby. You’re squeezing me so good and your pussy looks incredible … ooh — dammit!” Groaning, he hunches further over you to press his mouth against the sweat dampened jut of your shoulder in a sloppy kiss. “Want me to cum in you, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up now and make you walk home with me dripping out of you … want me to eat it out of you in bed later? Wanna’ sit on my face when we get back? Huh? Is that what you want?” 

“Gods, yes, Heizou!” You frantically whisper back. “Please stuff me and - -“ 

The approaching sound of distant laughter brings you to a sudden, screeching halt. Your stomach lurches with the cold icy fist that grips you all at once and nearly stops your heart altogether. He moans, haggard and frazzled, when you subconsciously clamp down on his cock but you hardly have the presence of mind to think about that right now — or how hot and heavy he feels pulsing inside your cunt. The only semi coherent thought running through your head in that moment was that there were people coming. And there would be no hiding or excusing away this lurid scene. 

Jolting, you try to pull from him and straighten up but, much to your gasping surprise, he just wraps those lean, muscular arms around your middle to keep you pinned against the front of him. Your heart very nearly jackhammers straight through your chest and you quickly twist your neck back to look at him with wide, wild eyes. 

“What are you doing?” You demand in a harsh, caustic whisper. 

“Don’t worry. They probably won’t even notice us here.” He tells you rather matter of factly for someone wedged balls deep inside your cunt. That he didn’t even have the decency to talk at a hushed, lower register almost makes you scream.  

“Are you out of your mind? I think it’d be a little hard not to notice two people screwing in an alley!” 

Lifting his head from your shoulder, Heizou pins you with a frustratingly innocent look. “What do you think is going to happen even if they do catch a glimpse of us? Send for the shogun to come execute us herself?” 

Your pulse sputters and threatens to give out entirely when another burst of laughter rings out through the night, closer now. Much too close for comfort as far as you were concerned. “They could call the Doushin on us! You would lose your job if you got arrested over something like this!” 

He pretends to think about that for a moment before giving his hips a stilted roll, grinding up into your cunt forcefully enough to make stars erupt in your eyes. “I say it’s well worth it. You feel way too good right now for me to care about any of that.” 

“Heizou!” You could make out shuffling footsteps now, coming down the road just to your left by the sounds of it. The stumbling footfalls and tittering giggles seemed to suggest whoever it was was drunk, possibly even too intoxicated to notice much of anything around them including the two of you. But that doesn’t exactly make you feel much better about it though. Reaching down to blindly grasp at the forearm locked around your middle, you sink your nails in to try and get his attention. “Okay, so they don’t call the Doushin on us. What are we going to do if they recognize us later on? Do you really want to be known as that guy who fucked his girlfriend in the middle of a public street?” 

Looking at you from under the heavy fall of his thick, pretty lashes, Heizou offers up a thoughtful hum of consideration. “If it’s being recognized you’re so worried about, I think I might have a solution for that.” 

“Wha - -“ 

Before you can even get the whole word out he unwinds one of his arms from around you so he can reach up and slip your mask around over your face. You squawk and choke on a laundry list of protests but you can’t quite seem to form a coherent sentence anymore. All the frantic, now muffled, noises coming out of you sound like gibberish to your own ears and even trying to turn your head doesn’t work. He just follows you with his hand, keeping the calico cat mask in place while the other squeezes tight around your stomach to stop you from scuttling away. You’re about to twist your arm back to snatch a fistful of his hair when he abruptly thrusts against your ass, digging his cock so deep inside you it nearly sends you lurching into a free fall. The pressure on your guts is immense, damn near blinding, and your mouth falls open with a stuttering moan so soft and weak it almost gets lost under the pounding blood in your ears. 

You have to force yourself to suck in a haggard, gasping breath of air as he picks back up his abandoned rhythm, narrow hips mutedly slapping your upturned ass again. Heizou’s cock seems to punch the protest right out of you along with a series of high pitched, mewling groans though, and you wildly claw at the wall in your distress. On one hand it felt good … amazing, even. The nervous tension thrumming through your body just made him feel even bigger, hotter, more rigid against your squirming guts. But on the other it sounded like whoever was approaching was almost right on top of you now, the muddled sound of their voices swimming nauseatingly in your head. If they just glanced over into the alley they’d see you. They would know you were getting pounded within an inch of your life and there was no telling how they’d react. 

At this point you weren’t even sure how you were going to react. 

Gasping just to keep back the wounded sounds of ecstasy trying to claw their way up your throat, you fretfully shudder when Heizou turns his head away from the lip of the alley and rests his cheek across your trembling shoulder instead. Hiding his face from view but still not stopping his insistent thrusting for even a second. As if sensing your grudging resignation, his hand finally falls away from the mask to grasp your neck and he holds you like that, by the throat in that loose grip, while he continues to rut into you even when those voices finally spill into the space that only the two of you had occupied up until now. A startled beat seems to punctuate the dreaded moment and then a quiet gasp echoes off the walls. Screwing your eyes shut, you hang your head between your outstretched arms and subtly arch your spine to push back on him and better take his plunging cock. 

You were beyond horrified to realize it but you felt like you were going to cum again. Soon. With or without an audience watching on. 

A flood of relief washes over you when the resulting rush of embarrassed footsteps quickly hurries on down the street, leaving you to it for the time being.  There was no telling how long it would last though if they decided to seek out a Doushin and you desperately rock back against Heizou in an attempt to spurn him on. The two of you needed to finish up and be on your way, but you didn’t want to stop now … couldn’t bring yourself to stop when it felt like you were teetering dangerously close to the edge again.

“Want your cum, Heizou,” You mewl against the inside of the mask, trusting he would still be able to make out what you were saying even with it muffling your voice. “Want you to fill me up and take me home — ah - ahhn! Please, I need it, Heizou, I need it!” 

Grunting roughly against your shoulder, his thrusts start to falter and become sloppy, more desperate. Needy. “I’m close, sweetheart, I’m cumming … I’m cumming, archons, I’m cumming!” 

The noise that bursts out of him is strained and frantic, his usually soft toned voice rising another octave in his heightened bliss. He finally gives up on maintaining his pace altogether and simply slams himself into you, again and again, the harsh plap! plap! of your ass bouncing off his solid stomach growing even louder until it seems deafening in your ringing ears. You start to go cross eyed, mouth hanging open in a doped out stupor while you cling to the wall as his cock spears you straight down the middle; again and again, and again. 

Fingers digging into the skin they’ve latched onto, hard enough to bruise, he at last gives one final, lurching thrust into the pulpy heat of your cunt. He grows immediately stiff and still behind you, letting out tiny little whimpers of pleasure while his cock shoots thick, heavy ropes deep into your body. Just standing there, panting, you bask in the sensation of his seed settling against your guts, so warm and creamy inside your gummy sleeve that a fresh tremor tears through you at the sensation. It was addictive and intoxicating in the worst possible way … 

Some moments later he finally goes slack against you with a thin, heaving sigh of relief. At first you assume he’s just giving you a moment to recover while his cock slowly softens inside you, just warming it for the time being. But then he startles you when he slides the hand on your neck down to smooth over your flexing stomach and then dips between your spread thighs, making you go ramrod stiff. 

And right on cue the fireworks start to go off overhead. 

You’d never been more thankful to hear them in your entire life as you writhe and shriek in wordless delight when those blunt fingers find your swollen clit and start to rub hasty, demanding circles against it. You very nearly collapse on the spot but he keeps you upright with the sturdy arm locked around your waist, and you wildly buck and rear back on him in a blind search for release. The pressure of it quickly bears down on you, only emphasized by the cooling discharge deep inside your cunt, while he lets you grind yourself on him even when he hisses in oversensitized discomfort. You’re practically mindless with it though, hardly even having the presence of mind to understand that you were subconsciously milking his already spent cock for all it was worth. 

You couldn’t stop it though, much too caught up in the violently cresting waves that seem to slam the air right out of your lungs. Tears spring up in your eyes as you twist in his hold, thighs quaking uncontrollably and, finally, with a sudden wrench that leaves you stumbling against him, you cum hard. Wailing at the top of your lungs, thankfully drowned out in the continuous boom, boom, boom of exploding fireworks, you spasm so wildly through your second release that it seems to make your teeth rattle before finally — finally! Going limp in his arms an eternity later. 

Gingerly, Heizou starts to ease out of you and you outright hiss at the dull drag of him slipping loose of your hold. You’re still wheezing when he gently helps you straighten up and gets you turned around so you can lean against the wall for support. He takes a moment to push the mask up to perch on top of your head and then puts his face close to yours, speaking loud enough for you to hear over the near constant racket in the sky. 

“Can I trust you not to collapse for a moment?” 

You shoot him a slow, halfhearted look of warning. “You have a lot of nerve talking to me about trust right now.” 

“Hey, hey, everything turned out fine, didn’t it?” 

Forcefully shaking off your post-orgasm stupor, you reach up to shove at his shoulder. “How are you so sure of that, Heizou? For all you know they could be talking to a Doushin right now! How are we possibly going to explain ourselves if we get - -“ 

He suddenly swoops in, silencing you with a kiss that makes you squawk in surprise and outrage alike. You try to push him again, determined to stand your ground on this, but you soon find yourself grudgingly softening under the coaxing pull of his mouth. Far be it that you wanted to let it go so easily but … well, this was a pretty convincing argument. 

Feeling your resolve start to weaken and then crumble, Heizou finally pulls back a moment later with a big, boyish smile that makes your heart skip a beat. You still try to cling to your anger though and look away from him with a huff, but he just leans close to press his forehead against yours, effectively taking up your entire field of vision so that you can’t avoid his attention. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing. I’ll take care of it if anything happens. Promise.” 

Pausing, he tips his head to brush the tips of your noses in a decidedly puppy-like nuzzle, and you find yourself smiling even though you try very hard to keep it at bay. He was frustratingly hard to stay mad at. 

“Come on, let’s get you sorted out and taken home.” He murmurs softly as he tugs the top of your kimono back into place, but you don’t quite miss the sly inflection in his voice. Not by a long shot, and his grin just widens when you give him a questioning look. “If we don’t hurry back there won’t be anything left for me to eat out of you.”

⭐

Crossposted: here

[fjotra]

i wish i could spend some time with you

i want to get to know you

i think we would agree on many things

i want to laugh with you, cry with you. i want to listen to your rage about misogny and add in. i want to share hopes and fears for women and feminism. 

and i want you to get to know me. and see me as human. 

i want you to see me take my testosterone shot, and cry tears of joy. 

i want you to see me admire my top surgery scars and thank god every day for giving me a chance at a real life. 

i want you to see me with my trans friends. i want you to hear them laugh and cry and share their hopes and dreams. 

i want you to see my friend cry about not being able to use the bathroom. i want you to see her anxiously try on a crop top. i want you to see her face burn in shame when she gets called a tranny. i want you to see her with her girlfriend. her girlfriend is fierce and funny and unapologetically lesbian. 

i want you to watch us try to get through the day. 

i want to get to know you as a person. and god i want you to see me as one

im so sorry we’ve gotten here in the first place and im so sorry you have to fight just to be alive and im so sorry for everything you experience under the patriarchy and im so sorry that you have to always be on guard and always try to anticipate the next threat

im really scared things won’t get better for trans people but i know in the end we want the same things and i hope we both get to watch women become more and more liberated every day

I'm really sorry you feel like you had to have plastic surgery to feel like a human being.

Radfems or TERFs do not "hate" trans people. We don't want you dead, not by any means. We want to abolish gender norms, gender itself, so people like you won't have to suffer any more than you already have.

This is what we're fighting against.

[redditreceipts]

hi, I’m not sure how to word this right…I’m a transmasculine (NOT TRANSMALE) woman, it’s hard to explain exactly what it means but that’s the closest I’ve gotten, gnc works too I guess though doesn’t fully articulate it.

But I’ve identified as a lot of things since a really early age, generally always circling back to a trans man. Im a survivor of sexual abuse/exploitation, and I would always find myself identifying as the “stereotypical feminine woman” when I was in a worse state and wanted to be objectified, then identifying as a trans male when I wanted to be treated like a human. I figured this meant trans-manhood was what was really right for me, that womanhood was something I only went to as self harm, but recently I thought “would I want to be a man if women were treated like people too” and I realized I wouldn’t.

I support transgender and transsexual rights fully, but I really wish that there was more acknowledgment of sexism. Not just misogyny…sexism.

I thought I was above misogyny, but I’m only recently realizing at age 19 that I didn’t view women as human the way I viewed men as human, and I felt this way because of how I’ve been treated as a female all my life. The way people treat you from birth goes beyond anything a male could comprehend, and it’s so engrained that no one even notices it. We’re not allowed to express emotions or opinions because it’s “too much” and we’re “too loud” especially if we’re not white (which I’m not), we have to do so much more work to be considered an equal by men, we’re talked about in society as objects to be obtained rather than living breathing complex humans, we’re not given margin for error like men are, we’re held to higher standards, we’re constantly forced to prove ourselves in every single capacity in a way men never have to, we’re treated as objects and toys and constantly referred to only with degrading misogynist slurs, we’re aborted for our sex and not given the same education as male classmates and shut out of conversations and objectified before we can even walk, When it’s laid out like that, yeah it’s no wonder so many women (myself included) feel like manhood is the key to humanity. Because It is. Because in society there are people and women, and the current queer community is all too comfortable to bulldoze over this oppression and pretend there’s no such thing as sexism because acknowledging that means challenging their “everyone is valid uwu” shit. Im not saying there aren’t just actual trans men, of course there are, but come on.

Hey :) sorry for the late answer, I've been a bit busy so yeah

I think I kinda get what you mean when you say that you are transmasculine, and I personally think that if that's the best word to describe it, you should go for it! Identity is always a personal matter. I would however argue that identity does not override material reality, and in political terms, we are defined by our biological sex, amongst other things :)

And yes, you are so right when you say that there should be more of an acknowledgement of sexism in the trans community! Women are seen as subhuman, and a woman has to do much more than a man to just be considered a person. That is especially true in the intersection with race and sex.

And well, the trans gender community relies on upholding gender. How many transmasculine people do you see being annoyed when they're being called "she", and they say stuff like "You're calling me she? With my short hair? Dressed like this??"

the recognition of a member of one sex as a member of the opposite sex is much, much harder without gender steretoypes. Abolishing gender leaves us with the cold, hard reality of the oppression of the female sex. I feel like gender is all the pretty fluff and mystification of a brutal truth: Women are seen as less than human.

And yes, I also sometimes feel like I have to be super androgynous to be considered human. But I'm not, and trying to change your sex instead of changing the oppressive systems is like trying to be straight instead of challenging homophobia.

Anyways, I'm glad you're here :) Here's a cat with an octopus on it's head for you :)

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jessica Valenti at Abortion, Every Day Substack:

We need to talk about Plank 35 in the Texas GOP platform. Because while there’s been lots of coverage about how extremist the state’s Republican convention was, people seem to have missed the fact that delegates adopted a platform that calls for abortion patients to be punished as murderers. In Texas, that could mean the death penalty.

I wish I was exaggerating. The GOP’s platform demands “equal protection for the preborn,” and for Texas legislation to give fertilized eggs, embryos, and fetuses “equal protection of the law.”

If you’re a regular reader, you know that “equal protection” is a call for abortion to be treated as homicide, and for abortion patients to be prosecuted as murders. (Remember South Carolina’s Prenatal Equal Protection Act, and Georgia’s Prenatal Equal Protection Act? Both were bills to make abortion punishable as a homicide.) That’s because “equal protection” is the polite-sounding rallying cry of abortion ‘abolitionists’—radical anti-abortion activists who say women aren’t victims in abortion, but killers. The once-fringe group has been gaining more power and influence since Roe was overturned, with some running for and winning state office. So the use of “equal protection” in the Texas GOP platform isn’t an oversight or ignorance about what the term means. In fact, the plank was adopted in 2022 after a lobbying effort by Abolish Abortion Texas. On a webpage congratulating themselves on that success, the group declared “we added an equal protection plank” after speaking at the convention, distributing thousands of pamphlets and messaging thousands of delegates.

But, the group added, they not only managed to get equal protection in the platform, but language calling for the Texas legislature to “nullify any and all federal statutes, regulations, orders, and court rulings that would deny these rights” and “adopt effective tools to ensure the enforcement of our laws to protect life when doctors or district attorneys fail to do so.” (Check out Plank 217) In other words: extremists who would see women given the death penalty are dictating Texas Republicans’ abortion policy.

[...] This year’s platform also demands public schools show the anti-abortion propaganda videos we’ve seen pushed in other states, and for the state to close “discriminatory loopholes that fail to protect preborn children suspected of having a ‘fetal anomaly.’ (In other words, they want to ensure that women are forced to carry doomed pregnancies to term.) The Texas Republican platform is known for being wacky in the scariest way possible: delegates this year called for the Bible to be taught in public school, for gender-affirming care to be labeled ‘child abuse’, and for the government to release all information on UFOs. But the bizarre extremism doesn’t make this document a joke or any less dangerous. We’re talking about the official priority list of the governing party of the second-most populous state in America. They are telling us what they believe and what they want for the future of this country.

The Texas GOP’s already extreme platform on abortion issues goes even more extreme, as they endorse an item that would make people who obtain abortions subject to the death penalty.

[postmoderntongues]

Can gender be abolished if AFAB people will never feel safe alone in certain situations with AMAB people, and we continue to view them as "armed" and "unarmed"? Will that not always enforce that the two have inherent rigid differences, behaviorally as well as physically? It just feels like a very pessimistic form of feminism. Really, this is separate from trans people entirely. Even if trans people weren't a thing, is it not deeply depressing to imagine men will always be a threat? And if gender were abolished, and everyone was living happily without it, wouldn't it be a bad situation for men/AMAB to then be seen as inherently dangerous in a world that's move passed those issues, if such a world could ever come about? It's a weird comparison, but it makes me think so much of Zootopia, where everyone lives together in harmony without eating meat but "predators" are still treated unfairly because they're supposedly inherently dangerous to "prey". And not for my sake as a "predator", but for the sake of AFAB people, I don't think I can believe in a version of feminism that relegates them to forever and always being "prey".

Gender is the system by which females are subjugated and males are uplifted so i absolutely see abolition as a possibility even if males continue to be "armed". Biologically in almost all species males are predators and females are prey (ducks for example, regularly commit gang rape, as do dolphins, rape is not a human issue it is a male one that takes place across the entire animal kingdom). Males have an appendage that they can use as a weapon against females and females have the biological risk of becoming pregnant. Unless we get to the point where we put boys in a chastity cage at birth and give the key to their wife to only unlock when she is in the mood for sex, rape will always be a problem. So will murder. So will assault. Violent shitheads will be violent, it is part of our nature as apex predators and as mammals. I don't think it is pessimistic, i think that it is realistic, we will never eliminate rape just like we will never eliminate murder. I don't think the world will ever "move past" the issue of biological sex, which is why I think it is so important to recognize it and not replace it with gender identity. Also in Zootopia, the carnivores WEREN'T a threat to the prey animals, that is why they could live in harmony. Once the carnivores broke the social contract and started attacking they were appropriately treated like they were dangerous. I only see a world without the predator/prey relationship between the sexes in the case of like mandated chastity devices or automatic chemical castration but that is a human rights violation so it isn't exactly in the cards. You can reduce rape through consent education but there will always be men who find their thrill in the lack of consent. I don't think it is pessimistic to look at the situation realistically. I don't think females will ever be truly safe around males until society either "disarms" them from birth or we reach complete segregation/separatism. I also believe in capital punishment for sex crimes. It is not a happy reality but if we are being realistic that is the situation we are dealing with. I wish I had something more cheerful and optimistic to offer.

[self-loving-vampire]

This is unrelated to the last topic, but one of the earlier asks reminded me of something I wanted to talk to you about.

Part of the reason I've ended up in somewhat of a relationship with several fractal-like versions of myself (I called them sub-personas earlier; I'm not sure there's an official term because they're not fully autonomous, so I don't consider them tulpas or myself a plural system, but barring my unwillingness to fully commit and create something with more agency than a character, they/I very well could be) is certainly a coping mechanism to safeguard against losing someone I become invested in again,

but it also has some interesting effects, chief of which is that the barrier between what characteristics (both physical and personality, but mostly the latter) I find attractive in a hypothetical partner and those I either like about myself or wish that I had has almost entirely broken down.

This in turn results in interesting feelings; For the sake of easy comparison, I simultaneously envy your role as a reanimated doll, and your master's role of taking care of someone forever.

Also, and I'll tell literally no one else this, I'm fairly certain at least part of me is a girl. I'm amab, and I love who I am as a person, including 90-ish% of my physical characteristics. No dysphoria. But all of the personas I've fallen in love with, which in turn are derived from myself and compose my idealized self-image, are girls.

I doubt I'll ever transition for a number of reasons, but I read an article once that made me realize that just because I don't intend to, it doesn't make that part of me any less real. Long before I developed my current mindset I chalked my feelings up to being a guy with an interest in so-labeled "girly" things like dolls/long hair/wedding veils/etc, and saw nothing wrong with that, and I still don't, but I can't deny the possibility that on some level I've always been a girl.

Literally anyone else, including my best friend, who understands me better than anyone other than myself, would write these feelings off as me just being a cis straight guy rather than a lesbian trans girl, but I honestly don't feel like either. I don't even feel nonbinary or genderfluid per se really...

I just feel like me, like I always have, only now my "male" body and frame of reference is a vessel for a mind full of several lesbians who love me and each other, and are somewhat also me. I think your idea of not being tethered to a given physical body and being able to design/change my body(/-ies) as I see fit would probably work best for me.

On the other hand I could just as easily be perfectly content if gender and gendered roles and associations didn't exist in the first place. At the very least it would be less complicated to explain lol.

At any rate you're the only one I can trust with this information, because your combination of values, personality traits, and relatability render you uniquely qualified, and as ever, being pseudo-anonymous online helps.

Sounds like you have a really interesting mind, anon!

Reading through what you were describing, I was thinking something like "It sounds like being an infomorph with an easily customizable avatar or something might be ideal for you". It seems we were both thinking something similar.

Once my secret organizations succeed in taking over the world, we will abolish gender and pursue fast, easy, and reversible body modification as well.

[leaves-lilies-and-esther]

About Me

Hi! I'm leaves-lilies-and-esther, and this is a post I made to summarize this blog.

I mostly talk about feminism here, although I may occasionally veer into other topics that I'm interested in. In the future I want to study some combination of literature, international relations, or history/social science.

I'm autistic and was diagnosed relatively late. Symptoms present themselves very differently in women and girls, and I only discovered that I had most of them because of posts online. Here's one I made with the resources that helped me if you're curious.

Politically left-leaning by US standards. If you disagree with me you're welcome here- I personally really enjoy having respectful debates. I wouldn’t be considered a true radical feminist because I am not "gender critical", but I agree with their analysis on most other topics.

Reblogging is not an endorsement of their entire blog

My beliefs are:

The sex industry is predatory. Porn tends to be very violent and misogynistic, and is associated with increased domestic violence etc. To paraphrase Catherine MacKinnon: sex work is usually neither sex nor work, but coercion.

Pro-choice is best for women's health. It is not ethical to force anyone to undergo pregnancy due to the physical and mental toll that it requires. Anti-abortion laws typically have casualties- ie, Savita Halappanavar and Olga Reyes. Most late term abortions are fetuses that were wanted (until new circumstances) or cases where women could not have access in time. Therefore, improving access is critical. Reproductive autonomy extends to procedures like getting tubes tied etc.

The government should have policies which help mothers, and women with reproductive autonomy overall. While abortion should be legal, the widespread necessity of it is symptomatic of other structural problems. Ie, we need paid parental leave, larger tax breaks to low-income families with children, crisis pregnancy centers, educational opportunities designed for teen parents, to fix our foster care and adoption systems, comprehensive sex ed, etc. Being pro-choice means that women should have the true choice to keep their baby if they wish.

We should be trans inclusive. Regardless of your beliefs about gender, trans people would probably exist either way (even if you successfully abolish gender, people will still experience dysphoria with their bodies). Transition can be the best informed decision. Statistically, trans inclusion in bathrooms etc make no difference in sexual assault rates. Denying these rights exposes trans people to assault and polices the appearance of cis women- enforcing gender even more strictly.

Traditional gender roles put women at the disadvantage. While there is inherent value in traditional "women's work", gender roles play out to put women in a position of insecurity and dependence (ie, if you want money, then you are the mercy of your husband to give it to you. And if he loses his job or dies, then you're broke). This is only one example.

i/p edit: I'm against both the Netanyahu government and Hamas. I'm not an October 7th apologist (and you shouldn't be either). At the same time, I can recognize that Israel is currently committing a genocide. My ideal world would feature a ceasefire, hostage deal, aid to Gaza, and two-state solution.

I'm happy to discuss my views in further depth, just please be respectful.

[anticomphet]

I wish I could express your latest post to a dear friend of mine. She suffers from (late-diagnosed) autism as I do; however it has left her more confused and vulnerable than before. Now she believes she will find a home with the gender-bunch, for her “coming out” garnered her so much online support, but my questions in reality are not worth her time.

We used to be best friends. I don’t know where I went wrong. We had the same struggles with identity and finding ourselves, navigating our autism diagnoses and learning how to manage. But I don’t blindly support this new identity, and have tried to understand her logic. Now I am branded as a bigot for challenging her and attempting to offer help from someplace other than identity politics. So the years we spent, believing we were on the same wavelength, mean nothing to her anymore.

I feel like someone has devoured my friend and now wears her skin. How did this all happen so suddenly? I feel like a failure, for I let her get drawn in to this world of false promises. I didn’t see it coming, at all.

What’s worse is that she suggested I was the same. She doesn’t seem to understand why I found that so offensive. I am confident and comfortable in who I am; or, at least comfortable enough not to seek validation for the qualities I possess. How dare she think I would be flattered by an invite to her newfound cabal?

I know she uses tumblr and I know she knows of my blog. But I’m not going to stay quiet or hidden anymore. I just wish I knew how to navigate such turbulent waters. I can’t comprehend the sudden change. I just want my friend back.

i’m so sorry:(( it’s so unfortunate how people who believe in gender will often just not be willing to hear you out at all if you have a different viewpoint, and how this makes it rly hard to talk to them about it in the first place

a positive thing is that, like i stated in the post you’re referring to, as gender critical people we actually do have similar objectives to people who believe in gender. we both want people to be free to express themselves however they want regardless of sex. it’s like they’re very close to what we’re saying but the approach they take just enforces stereotypes even more and goes back in time to “women should be feminine”

a lot of the times they’re like “fuck gender” even though they’re simultaneously creating new genders so maybe gender abolition could be a good point to go off of? maybe she’d be receptive to the idea of abolishing gender if she doesn’t immediately read it as you hating trans people or something... it’s just hard like how do you approach the topic when you’re unsure of how she’ll react

i’m really sorry about that:((

[can-i-make-image-descriptions]

[Image ID: Tweet from verified user Elizabeth Sampat (@twoScooters) on 2023-02-20 reading: I don't wish we could abolish gender, I just wish it were less an identity and more of a hobby. So you'd get people who are like "Oh yeah, I'm a man but I'm not very good at it yet" along with the CrossFit gender types who are Super Into It /End ID]

[selormohene]

day 94 (thursday, october 5th 2023)

I've been learning more and more over the past however many years, ten I guess it's been, but I still don't feel anything near a sense of expertise, of “knowing what I'm talking about” when it comes to basically anything I claim to be interested in. Sometimes I feel like it's related to the blunting of my brain which I've been feeling since the very beginning of college (and much of which was almost certainly self-inflicted). Even in my freshman year I still felt that sense of fine calibration when I was writing proofs, for instance, feeling like I knew all the subtle details I needed to verify to make sure I'd completely proven something, all the fiddly bits and edge cases. Now I'm like "I hope that's enough, is it? Whatever, this will do" for increasingly more things. Which is worrying. It goes back to the previous post, and what I said about wondering whether what I like to think of as sprezzatura might not simply be carelessness, or, even worse, the plain inability to make a more careful effort. What I wish I could say I'd achieved at this point is the feeling of the completeness of knowledge with respect to some reasonably complex domain. I mean I kind of remember some stuff from Kant etc, but I feel like I haven’t reached the level of expertise where I could be woken up at 3 am and talk about some ring which has certain precisely distinguishable properties due to some niche proof in the exercises of Atiyah-McDonald or whatever, or explain why the differences between the Third Antinomy, the Groundwork and the second Critique show that some professor’s interpretation of Kant’s theory of freedom is wrong, or whatever.

Anyway, on something different. I was walking by the clubhouse of the Bee today as someone was coming in and someone else seemed to have been coming out, and it recalled to my mind the memory of the Crimson article in which it was published that some girl (the then-president, I think) and her mother bought the building for $2.2m or something of the sort. It's crazy that I went to school with the kinds of people whose parents could casually purchase prime Harvard Square buildings for their children to party with their rich friends in, in AD 2023 (well, whenever it was), but I guess I did. Also it just occurred to me that they might be renting it out to the club, in fact they almost certainly are, which is itself something else. Anyway (I've noticed that I love using that word), the final club ecosystem was something else. I still remember that article which was attempting to apply a woke sociological lens to the author's hangups about partying in final clubs. Like if I had to show someone Harvard kids in a nutshell that would be the article.

The whole furore about the clubs being single-sex and the move to ban them was interesting because when it arose, the members of the female clubs were like “the administration must allow gender equity in the ability of ten percent of us to hang out with our rich friends of the same sex and exclude everyone else,” and the anti-final-club contingent were like “the administration must step in to abolish the rights of ten percent of students of any gender to hang out with their rich friends and exclude everyone else, at one of the most elite and exclusive universities in the world,” and the administration were like “even though we don't officially recognise your existence because you're single-sex, and so from our official point of view what you do should be none of your business, we reserve the right to step in and make sure that if you’re going to hang out with your rich friends and exclude everyone else, you do so in a gender-neutral way or else you can't captain sports teams or get recommended for scholarships.” The invocation of justice and equity within these severely class-unequal contexts was hilarious, as was the fact that everyone was only questioning the contexts that were inconvenient for them. Personally, even as someone who had virtually no access to that ecosystem, I always thought they should be left alone. It’s also an interesting illustration of privilege due to historical advantage: contemporary men in final clubs have an advantage over contemporary women because they’ve been bequeathed something which came down to them from when wealthy men were the only ones allowed to attend Harvard and real estate was presumably much cheaper and far more available than it is now, even if it might not at all be the case that the current members of the male clubs would have the resources to buy their present houses — or maybe they do but only because their predecessors did.

On élite universities. There were people saying "abolish final clubs now." As I noted, you could make the same demand regarding élite universities like Harvard, and indeed people have proposed that the existence of élite universities is unjust. I don't know, though. I don’t think they ought not to exist. I went to school with people who are going to be, if not Fields medalists, then something similar: Abel Prize or Wolf Prize laureates. There’s already a Breakthrough Prize junior laureate from my college class. Anyway there are some people who we came to accompany (this is a joke, of course) and I feel like they should have access to all the intellectual resources they need, and that everyone else (or rather everyone in general) should have access to all the higher education they feel like would benefit them, but that nobody should have to be denied the chance to contribute to society if they don’t have the opportunity to pursue higher education or don’t feel so inclined. Of course there’s a question of inequality of endowments as well as how those endowments are gained and used, and at the expense of what and whom. But I don't think it's a straight line from the material inequality of universities to arguing that there should be no boot camp for future Grothendiecks.

[pinkhutia]

Okay to go with every other terf version transphobe tonight I want the justifcation for your content vs trans people? The actual factual justification, you want to sound educated well then explain to me in factual honesty how can you justify your transphobia and content ethically? I'll take silence on this the same as the other two.

i said this in the tags of my reblog but ill reiterate here that i am a believer in dialogue and therefore dont like to shut down discussion when it seems to bear potential. i engage with ideas that i don’t anticipate myself to agree with, and try to keep an open mind. i used to be very liberal with gender ideology but have since shifted away from that. im very sorry that i wont provide sources like i enjoy doing because it takes an effort to make so comprehensive a post that i dont have the energy for (it’s late evening in my timezone)

for starters, “transphobia” is a… well i’ll say it’s an odd term to throw around. i certainly dont hate trans people, though i may express frustration with some of their ideology at times. i use the pronouns people ask me to use because i fundamentally believe in respect for people and their humanity, which contains nuances i may not always personally grasp. i empathize deeply with the struggles that many trans people report

my opposition to “gender ideology” (which i admit is a term radfems and conservatives alike tend to throw around without a clearly consolidated definition) stems from an acknowledgement of the material reality of sex-based oppression. it is the sole quality that unifies the experiences of women worldwide. womens’ expression of gender is not the source of universal female oppression because gender varies so much from culture to culture and from woman to woman

in my time being very pro-trans—which had been practically since i became politically conscious—i was presented with and espoused what was basically the idea of a “gender essence” that people had, which determined their identification with a gender identity. however, since becoming interested in feminist theory, that idea became clearly “problematic” (for lack of a better word) in its perpetration to traditional gender roles which assign “feminine traits” to xx chromosomes and is used to justify women’s oppression. “gender” since time immemorial has been used to tie an immaterial dimension to sex that solidifies spiritual and ideological misogyny. it dissociates women from their material state as humans

there is something very attractive about the promise of gender-fluidity. we can be men one day and women the next, whenever we feel associated with one side or the other. but this is a denial of the historical reality of sex and the material present for so many worldwide. women do not “feel” female, by and large, they simply accept it as a layer of their existence, in the same way i am latina and cannot deny it. “latina” identity may be very nuanced, and i may agree with people who reject the label, but it is an immutable facet of my being that has real implications

i detest gender. i detest the expectations of it, the roles i am forced into by it, and i wish to abolish it. but that does not entail a dismissal of sex, for, just like any other variable dimension of biology, it has implications on my existence. to deny it would be escapist and counter-productive

i realize many trans rights activists wish for the abolition of gender as well (i used to be one, after all). i disagree with their approach to gender abolition, which seems contradictory to me, but i can still discuss that with them as it’s clear so many of us share a common goal

there is much more i could say concerning the material implications of “gender ideology,” especially concerning the predatory nature of “big pharma” (as it’s so lovingly called) toward transgender people. however, like i said, it’s 10pm and im sure youve heard the arguments. i hope this makes sense and familiarizes you with sincere gender criticism, which is truly more nuanced than so many seem to think

[genderisareligion]

~10 years ago, I was trans. Back then we knew we had a mental illness. We felt our bodies didn’t match our minds. We hoped changing our bodies would give us as much peace as possible, but we knew we couldn’t actually become the sex we wanted. I wished gay men and straight women would want me bc I wished I had a male body, but I knew I didn’t, and wouldn’t have imagined holding it against them. We all felt that way. Now instead of dysphorics, our movement has become overrun w/ antiscience rapists

I've been looking into this long enough to see this shift happen with my own two. It is disappointing that the transsexual/"transmed" community got demonized. Even while I hate gender and think it's a harmful placebo that benefits way less people than it harms, I still have sympathy for some people who believe in it the same way I feel about religious women as I used to be one. I've been struggling with anorexia most of my life and that has come with bouts of dysmorphia which I understand is distinct from dysphoria but similar enough that I know it's not always something that can just be "unbelieved in." It feels very real even if it's not and since the solution is impossible it can take a long time to heal from.

Before 2020 I considered myself a transmed ally and was especially reading/sharing content from FTMs because the only trans person I knew IRL was a transmed FTM (although he didn't call himself that and didn't even know what a TERF was when I asked lol fucking bless I love normies). Then the white supremacist shit happened (pinned post, some other shit a few weeks after that) as well as January 6th 2021 and I became officially disillusioned with all of gender. I still support him from over here because he's normal about his shit and is actually one of these people whose dysphoria and life quality did improve from going stealth but I'm also a staunch believer in "If there were no gender there'd be no dysphoria." (I'm not saying the fact that butch lesbians sometimes have easier lives as passing men is like fucking right or anything, just pointing out the objective fact I witnessed + he told me, that people left him alone more often and he was happier for that at least).

Does wanting gender abolished mean I think physical intervention is always unnecessary? For HRT and even some* reduction surgeries, not necessarily, I think it can depend on the severity (*SRS below the belt is pretty inhumane as it stands now but ethics in the plastic surgery world aren't what they are in the non elective world). I think it should be an absolute last resort and that a lot of people with dysphoria could go without and get some extensive form of therapy instead if our society wasn't so violently capitalistic via medicine, wasn't putting suffering people through an automated surgical assembly line to avoid doing the real work of trauma recovery. Trauma these people received from just like being born into violent capitalism and its sexism which of course the capitalists don't want to acknowledge so they tell you it's about your "gender identity"

Unfortunate trans is becoming synonymous with anti science and rape apologism because there used to be more to it than that

[rosiewitchescottage]

Yes!

Why can't we be supportive of trans people whilst sticking to the biological facts that we all knew as basics just a few years ago?

You're male/female, but with gender dysphoria you need to live as a woman/man?

If we could talk about it rationally with biological sex at the root, then I'm sure we could get along way better.

Queer Theory is Marxist Poison, the last thing it wants is people sticking to biological facts.

It won't Abolish The Gender Binary that way.

So it feeds us lies and suggests that facts are hateful.

And we CAN talk about this rationally, there's no honest reason not to do so.

If Gender Dysphoria makes your birth sex unbearably uncomfortable, and nothing relieves it, you still feel this way into adulthood.

Well I certainly don't wish that on anyone.

If you can't live as a man/woman, because that is embracing the fact that you're male/female.

Well yes, living full time as the opposite sex, male as a woman, female as a man, is the most drastic remedy. But if that's what you need, then go for it.

All most of us are asking for, is that we stick with biological facts, because they're important in many ways.

Most important is the fact that no one can actually change their sex.

A male/female living as a woman/man can make her/his body and voice look and sound closer to female/male.

But a male remains male, a female remains female.

You want inclusive language? Then why don't we just talk about sex not gender?

If you have the potential to menstruate, get pregnant, give birth and lactate, then you're FEMALE.

Call yourself whatever you like. But the potential for these bodily processes happens only to Female Humans. (There may be a tiny proportion of exceptions. But This Is The Rule.)

Human Males don't have this potential.

It's how our species is made.

Being male or female is way more than the potential for Pregnancy or Sperm. Of course it is.

But our male and female body systems are built and work around those potentials.

Every cell in a man's body is male, every cell in a woman's body is female.

A male living as a woman is a Trans Woman

A female living as a man is a Trans Man.

There's nothing wrong with this fact. It's not an indicator of being 'lesser than'. It just means that there are many differences that come with the workings of a male or female body system.

And that's OK. Let's talk about it like it is. Let's work with it like it is.

Wouldn't that be more to everyone's benefit in the end?

[detransdamnation]

Do you think the concept of gender has a lot to do with trans people existing in the first place ? Do you believe abolishing gender all together could help and if yes,why?

Gender directly influences the development of dysphoria and transgender identity in most cases, seeing as transgender identity is one of the products of gender as a construct. We need only look at the name (transgender) to see that. So, of course gender abolition would lessen the number of people identifying as transgender, likely drastically so, simply because we wouldn’t have anything to identify with. We wouldn’t have anything to conform, or not conform, to. We wouldn’t stand out on that basis and we wouldn’t have any reason to identify out of our sex based off of what we wear, who we interact with, or how we act. There would be no “masculine,” no “feminine,” no “gender-neutral.” There would be no stereotypes or caricatures. There would be no gender, no gender identity. There would just be existing absent of labels to every possible facet of that existence.

However, I do not believe that gender abolition would necessarily get rid of trans people entirely. This seems to be a common belief held by other gender-critical people and it is one that even I held for some time in the beginning. What caused my beliefs to change—or at least, what forced me to consider other viewpoints—was actually my own detransition and specifically why I cling onto my trans identity to this day. If this were truly an issue of gender, exclusively, then by all means and purposes, I should not be dysphoric since I do not believe in gender and choose not to partake in its roles in society as far as is currently possible. But even now, even still, if I could trade my self-restraint for the financial means and the mental willpower, I would go right back on hormones and get all of the surgeries in a heartbeat.

Because the issue, at least for me, is not gender. The issue is, I have dysphoria. I have dysphoria over my sex, and gender abolition would not change that because the two are not one and the same. Hatred of one’s sex will not magically go away just because stereotypes associated with it do; if anything, in a society where gender is truly nonexistent, dysphoric people may be even more likely to seek out hormone replacement therapy and surgeries because we won’t see (or frankly, have) any other options to alleviate our dysphoria where personal acceptance and/or therapy fails to help us. It seems a lot of people assume that a society without gender would “counteract” the wish to change one’s sex—but personally, I feel that this is a grave underestimation of just how greatly dysphoria can mess with your head and what you consider to be logical. At the end of the day, people who are hurting will do anything to make it stop, and if transition is that anything, they will want to go through with it (and just like we see today, it’s unlikely they’d care if it’s accepted, legal, safe, or even rational so long as it appears to help).

This is why I feel it’s kind of dismissive to brush trans people off on the basis of us apparently ceasing to exist in a genderless society. We wouldn’t see the large population of trans people that we do today, absolutely—but what we would continue to see is sex dysphoria, as well as people who wish to conceal their sex and/or modify their bodies as symptoms of that dysphoria, and when that fails to be considered (which, honestly, I feel is most of the time), it makes me feel that the person saying it is only gender-critical out of this blinding hatred for trans people rather than out of an acknowledgement on how gender harms us and a want to help those of us who are struggling. I think that research into treatments for dysphoria is an essential part of gender abolition; in fact, I think that is one of the first steps we need to take. Cases of dysphoria will certainly lessen without gender as an influence—but it is highly unlikely that they will entirely go away.

To conclude, I just want to clarify that I do not want to stop trans people from existing and I am very suspicious of anyone who seems to come from that position. Gender’s reaches in our society go far deeper than transgender identity, and although I do focus on that in particular as a (de)trans person, it is far from my only issue with it. People—including trans ones—are not problems to be eradicated; what needs to be eradicated is the societal structures and medical incompetence that lead us to harm ourselves. Getting rid of that is my goal, not trans people in and of themselves. I know you didn’t mean your question in this way, Anon, and I didn’t interpret it in that way—but I felt it important to emphasize my position regardless since it could be so easily misconstrued or misinterpreted.