#leaving only my Cister

[yaknowlikenyah]

True trans opression is when I (cool trans older brother) claim Cuntboy as my identity and my sibling (also cool and trans) takes Dickgirl leaving my little sister (trans but not cool on virtue of older sibling teasing) to scrabble around in the dirt for gender affirming slurs to claim like a rat.

[cordycepsfem]

For all the things trans "women" appropriate, it's very telling when you start piecing together the things that they don't. For instance, I've never seen one worry, talk, or even mention breast cancer - something you think they would, considering how much they love talking about their "boobs." But they like the idea of pap smears (even though they don't have a cervix) because it's fun to expose your "lady bits" to people I guess. It's all fun and games, too, to shop for panties and eat chocolate and flirt with boys, but the line quickly gets drawn when it comes to housework, being emotionally supportive to others, raising the children. They love pretending they have periods, but never vaginal prolapse, endometriosis, ovarian cysts. I never hear a peep about pay gaps between men and women. Never a word on the health risks associated with makeup, high heels, or things like scented/bleached menstrual products. Another thing that's always bugged me is the complete disregard for the environment - like, plastic surgery and artificial hormones and the excess clothes and all the trans "official" pride merch (I'm thinking of that random Ikea stuffed shark that so many became obsessed with).... And, like, a woman has never had to buy her way into her identity. She just is. The list goes on, and I grow tired. Perhaps this is all just an unfair rant from a cranky woman, but I can't help it - I see the patterns. "Trans people are who they say they are." But actions speak louder than words. I'm tired.

It’s this weird dichotomy between supporting your “sisters,” not just your “cisters.”

My “cisters” - actual women - here in the US need the things you talk about: research into breast cancer; Pap smears and mammograms; better treatment for disorders that only affect women; help with housework and childcare and getting maternity leave and affordable daycare and good schools for their kids. They need community and feminism to create common goals to work towards. There is actual oppression of women and girls around the globe every day. We can’t buy our way out of it, or take off our identity - our very being - when it doesn’t suit our needs.

My “sisters” - men who are definitely not included in any definition I have of sisterhood - want to be fussed over and worshipped and validated for every breath they take while wearing ill-fitting women’s clothing and mumbling about their fetishes and polycule. They want us to believe that 35-ish trans people dying per year, mostly in ways that could happen to literally anyone, is a genocide, while femicide happens so often that we don’t even recognize it as a hate crime.

For people who want to be accepted as women, they do very little to look to women to figure out how to fit in, how to be a part of a community. Instead they want to come in and take it over, which is an extremely male thing to do.

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

First day of college learning "media science" aka Getting My Gamer Degree:

Get lost (obligatory)

The door's locked cuz I haven't gotten my card yet so some lanky Carrot Top-lookin guy opens it and bows when I say thanks. Red flag, no pun intended.

The Gamer Musk is obvious on this floor of the building. In my journey to find this corridor, I went through a bunch of others, where people were nice and pretty and chatty. Here it's a bunch of teen boys in sweatpants, 3 middle-aged men, maybe 10 awkward art students. We're spread out like land mines.

Lecture begins. Not enough room or chairs for everyone. Thought this college was fancier than this, but I think it's the organization that's lacking rather than budget.

Lecturer talks about needing more women and nonbinary people in the gaming industry. He's right but the vibes are slowly rotting. They had a woman leading this program at some point but she had to leave for unexplained reasons. Uh-oh cisters.

Someone sets up a Discord server. Everyone joins. They immediately abandon this server for another, better one.

My group of awkward teens disperses. I go home to eat because I live 5 minutes away from the building.

Next lecture is on Zoom. It's fine but my head hurts.

One of the lecturers drops off the Zoom call. All the gamers spam Fs in chat. Yes this is real.

People make fun of the guy talking on Zoom on Discord and think his lecture is boring and his help isn't needed. These comments are interspersed with messages asking what's going on and what we're doing and how we're supposed to be doing it. I remember I'm surrounded by actual children.

One based comrade posts a Drive link to all the books we'll need in a secret channel, in the SAME server that the teachers will join. Asks us to please not rat him out. 75 people say nothing in what I assume is silent endorsement. I advise they go to libraries if they're not ok pirating.

People are now spamming stale memes in chat. I can't tell if I'm the normie or they are.

My jokey comment about only enjoying singleplayer story-focused games gets 3 thumbs-up in a sea of LoL and WoW junkies. I just assume the people talking are a loud minority.

Overall mood: Confused, but quietly optimistic.

[punk-bitch-michael]

I am so fucking done with my cister in so many ways. I shared a random not too discourse post with her yesterday and we got onto the subject of cultural third genders and she was doing her act superior bullshit "well I actually listen to people when they say they are nb" and when I brought up that I have seen many Native Americans talk about third genders being homophobic/transphobic along with people from India she immediately changed subjects. She also fucking loves to speak over me on trans issues and then turn around and call me a transphobe. I am so fucking done with her and can't fucking wait to leave. The only redeeming thing is that at least my mom actually tries to understand my point of view and gives my opinions on gender more weight than my cister's.

[bethiebats-blog]

random Pagan thoughts:

so I was cleaning up after my little bundles of chaos and got to thinking deep thoughts. maybe the resurgence in popular worship/acknowledgement of warrior/battle/’dark’/ect Goddesses nowadays in addition to the usual motherly hearth and home types is a reflection of the times we live in. we as women and other feminine individuals are starting to remember that Femininity is a complex multifaceted collections of things, that it’s more than okay to be powerful and confident, that feminine doesn’t mean weak or submissive, that we not only CAN BE warriors but that WE HAVE BEEN all along. we are remembering our power and strength and I think that is a beautiful sacred thing, not to mention EXACTLY what is needed in this day and age.

so I leave you with these words from my Sekhmet Meditation: 

“uplift your feminine kindred, fight alongside eachother. the glory of your shield-sisters is YOUR glory, their victory is YOUR victory. above all else remember we are but vessels filled with starlight and each a Goddess Divine in our own right. Blessed Be sisters (and not just the cisters either)”

[libidomechanica]

If her fault

If her fault in  can scarlet coasts  are less bear the 

year, thy feet love, betide! Tyrants,  faire has now light. But  Glory strength doth of  placd the sun, & I w

as a diadem, 

with wrapt in  all is dimme and  left at once, thou go, and  full-brimming isnt hard blows; and  half house away. Woe-hurried  ones. Touchd inanity, 

and so gan creat

ing in evening retreat present 

day be  the more. With  that blossom, o!  No thou my oblation holy  comrades that he prize  your veins, that to  loved dead. To  tell in Provence in 

these are all have were  lurkd a mortal as  even morrow ready 

view from then, in  chorus blaze the Throne 

dregs of heavens still for  the free; she  hath not so brave all his  honourings of sent, and  bent his far swell as 

no little babys future  may I loes me so much  admire, but soone would his  neither green entranced,  nor other, a slope up  which my leade, was  thou leaves, cap-a-pie,  as udder wise  but to  be effect  felt of Bonapart.  Full fainties, but so  near at such as the  Russian, had a curious  night to keep 

were hot blow. I see  here? It is a  think only on a 

ditch better had passion, head- quarters, with Wisdom 

becoming head, thy possess 

and she is no  more to showd nation. 

The flung half so fail  at because 

of some wollen,  as thou “teterrible  troop appetite bitter Cisters  of her ring! In  the skin. No, let  faith too is treachd his 

ynne interlace. ‘But heo me  sorry I cannot  thine;’ with for  the Prince, that  is souls unmitigated,  nor wine, the dared,  I drafted ha”: and  they had a cushion, 

poorly imitars vppon more, 

if it which he  looking Sandy O, You “To  Sorrow-day; the 

cellar. my breathing sweet”  with the  churchyard see a globe of 

attraction we mist, desire; 

here at would be  lay “It shadows of  new Vauban: but the  found dismiss her body  born still in Russians  of king stilly power,  glister meek unknown:” but should  replied: “the  mountain: how many a  girl, for that the  promise beyond 

all morning over  cross that she could be  God, and her in  yours, beneath the  sworn, when 

shining and condition.”

[ubelyptus]

sza plz don’t @ me 

"Supermodel, Please Don’t Fuck Around on Me” That is HER greatest fear That if, if she lost control Or did not have control, 

that she could not OWN you

things would just, you know be… fatal -- did she really say she wants to kill me, honey bunny?

--

I'm writing this letter to let you know I might leaving And no I'm not keeping your shit know you got some new homies and some new hobbies AND a new babygirl too Maybe she can come help you Maybe she can come lick you After we're done What's done is done might not want nothing else to do with it Let me tell you a secret your old girl still tryna push up all on me

While you on your street

with a girl who never been cuffed 

for Valentine's Day Why am I so easy to forget like that It hasn’t been that easy forget all that Oh no she didn't Ooh yes she did Oh no she DID IT she’ll do it again Leave me lonelier for "real” women You know she needs too much attention For trash like me You only you wrong For trash like me

she is now your supermodel do you believe me

did you see you in me? See you in me? see me in me?

she don't see my help.

i was Real comfortable all by myself 

now i can't stay alone just by myself

wish I was more comfortable just with myself now I need you I need you I need you Ooh just get a load of yall yall got chemistry All i could say y’all like sibling and Cister Look so good together but y’all fuckin' for real bae i was right whys it now that she stays with ya is the dick G, that good? i know it made me feel good she’s temporary love you like these temporary lovers you’ll always leave me for “real” women you know they need too much attention For shit like that You know you wrong For shit like that will she be your supermodel can you believe....me? can you see Me in me? See me in me? See me in me?  now i don't see myself

Why I can't stay alone just by myself

Wish I was comfortable just with myself now I need you I need you I need you