#radfem

[butchpeace]

There are a couple of ways in which testosterone is scary:

1. The potential health complications, most notably including the risk of negative effects to cardiac and reproductive health.

2. The fact that passing as a man means that women will not always feel safe around you. Men and people who look like men do pose a possible threat to women, and women are right to be wary. That’s just how the world under patriarchy works.

3. The fact that it can drastically change your appearance, which is often scary for both the person taking it and to the people close to them. The feeling of looking in the mirror and not recognizing yourself, or looking at a close friend or partner and not recognizing them, is not something I would wish on my worst enemy.

None of these fears are unimportant or easy to shrug off, and they need to be taken into consideration before making the decision to alter your appearance. People should care about the effect that this drug will have on their relationships and health.

to everyone who has been talked out of testosterone HRT because it will make you "scary": no it will not. testosterone isn't "scary". masculinization isn't "scary". being masculine or a man isn't "scary". it's just another way to be a person. testosterone HRT is a good thing. it helps many people. if you want to take it, take it. don't let anyone else tell you not to because it "scares" them. it's not happening to them. their fears don't matter to you. it's happening to you. it's your choice.

[my-vanishing-rad]

“Men who try really hard to pretend to be women are more women than real women actually”

[medusa-is-a-terf]

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[edowayeye]

how is everyone not a terf this shit is so ridiculous lmfaoo

[tra-archive]

I didn’t need any more reasons to be proud of my decision to join the 4B Movement, but this popped up on Xitter anyway. At least the likes aren’t bad but still.

This is what many men want. They want us to be second class citizens, slaves to men and their misogynistic religions (yes all of them). And they’ll try to do that in any way possible, so just stay away.

Meanwhile, How to Make America Great Again:

1. Men stop talking

[cherryvampyre]

i think it’s a ridiculous take to say “it’s not red vs blue it’s top vs bottom” because it’s both… The people voting for female rights taken away are oppressors and saying that’s it’s a made up class divide is so aggravating

[grrrlwiththemostcake]

Patriarchy and Capitalism are definitely linked to each other, I won't deny that.

However, saying men are only misogynists due to capitalism is NOT 100% true. Patriarchy existed long before capitalism was established. Men take advantage of women of all classes, races, ethnicities, and religion. You're excluding gender from the picture, disregarding the truth that has existed throughout history and in all kinds of societies.

[jellyfishfem]

of all the things that have happened there and after, this is what yall are worried about? not the nazi salute? the usa leaving the WHO? the complete deletion of a government website that advocates for womens reproductive rights?

Ain’t no way Trump just said the government would establish two genders: male and female, in his inauguration speech, and people are still trying to say that queer folks have no need to be scared 😭 fucking losing it

[sharp-rosee]

I can't scroll through any US Politics tag without seeing gender ideology nonsense.

Trump saying that sex is real blatantly shouldn't be shocking to you. Roe V Wade was overturned by judges he sat in the Supreme Court (with Biden doing fuck all about it, and instead, invited Dylan Mulvaney to speak to him 2 months later about "trans rights"), and now day one of his re-election, reproductiverights.org has been taken down.

But obviously this doesn't matter as much as saying "sex is real" out loud, because the repercussions of sex being real doesn't matter when it happens to women, and only matters when it affects men by invalidating them.

Trump is making it clear who he is targeting with the restrictions on women's rights; he's not trying to hide it like Biden did with his trans conference with Mulvaney.

And yet, the only thing they can focus on is that the government invalidated their made-up identities. I'm so fucking tired of it.

[priestessofslugs]

Neil gaiman fans are like "no no but if you say that you saw signs of his misogyny and abusive behavior in his work then you're blaming victims for not detecting it!"

Like nope. Sorry but the truth is that people are socialized to overlook misogyny because it's considered common place to objectify and use female SA victims as plot devices.

This is just one part of socialization that primes women to be victims. It's an ugly truth but we will never fix it if we refuse to identify it in the first place.

Art is always an extension of the artist. How can you really separate someone's creation from themselves? There is always a piece of someone in their work.

It's absolutely not the victims fault for being vulnerable to their abuse. That still doesn't change the fact that the misogyny and female objectification was present in his work. You just didn't see it because you were taught not to think twice about it, and you called people puritans for even daring to point it out because you equate female objectification with normal healthy sexuality. That is a distortion that other people can be privy to but you made sure to shut it down the second someone acknowledged it.

[a-room-of-my-own]

[paganbones]

This is a very intelligent post OP that I think really encapsulates what we feminists fight against. I think if you read some radical feminist literature and actually talked to us you'd realize "terfs" are feminists, not these monsters that people seem to think we are. I bet you and a terf agree on lots of things (or disagree, but that's the point of discussion!)

edit: this post is not for terfs. trans women are women.

you ever just think about how across the whole of human history, the window of time where women have been able to choose not to spend their lives cooking and cleaning and being pregnant for men they never wanted to marry is so vanishingly small, and even then that’s not an option for women in lots of areas of the world, and there are girls being taken out of school and forced to marry at 12 years old, and if nothing changes for them then all they’ll ever know is a life of forced servitude and abuse and rape, and how some men just see this as fucking normal

you ever just think about how the gulf between women’s rights in different countries is so massive and there are men working their fingers to the bone to strip back reproductive rights because they look at their society where women can live their lives free from being shackled to men through financial dependence and constant pregnancy and childbirth and think ‘this won’t do at all’

you ever just think about the surge of ‘tradwife’ propaganda and how people are romanticising the vulnerability and dependence that some women would kill to break out of. how women are romanticising their own oppression

[someone-will-remember-us]

It would have been easier for Caroline Darian if her father, Dominique Pelicot, were an unremitting bastard: an absent or distant dad, a man who battered her mother, took no interest in his kids or just soured every family occasion. Then the daughter of France’s most notorious mass rapist could consign him to Hell without a backward glance.

But for both Darian and — it would seem from this account — her mother, Gisèle, it is the ambiguities that magnify their pain. This slim book comprises the diary that Darian, now 45, kept in the weeks after the police revealed that Pelicot had been drugging Gisèle and pimping her out to strangers for ten years. Yet amid her revulsion at his limitless depravity are sweet reveries. There is her father taking her to dance classes; urging her to the summit as they cycle mountain roads in Provence; putting Barry White on the car stereo as she and her brothers cram on the back seat for family holidays; singing beautifully at her wedding and making the perfect speech at Gisèle’s 50th birthday, calling her “my one, my all”.

After their father’s crimes were revealed, Darian and her brothers, David and Florian, packed up the rented house in Mazan, where their parents retired and the rapists came, in just two days. Everything was jettisoned: furniture, photographs and her father’s paintings, including a female nude entitled Under My Thumb, which Darian personally destroyed. Gisèle left for a new life with just two suitcases and her dog.

Harder to discard are the idyllic summers, Pelicot teaching his grandson to swim, and drinks and board games on the terrace. When you discover your father drugged and photographed you naked and may have raped you too (which he has always denied), where do you file the innocent memories?

This quandary divides Caroline and her mother. Darian describes Gisèle as a “medieval queen” whose “innate elegance extends even to refusing to say a bad word about our father”. Gisèle, who lost her own mother aged nine, maintains an outer serenity. Darian, who is more visceral and volatile, collapsed after the news and was admitted briefly to a mental ward. She was aghast when her mother fretted that her father would be cold in prison, and took him a bag of warm clothes, or when she declared: “I want to remember the good times.” Gisèle was trying to reconcile two warring thoughts: that her husband is a monster and that she once loved him deeply. Otherwise, one supposes, she would have to junk her entire life.

Pelicot’s crimes hit his family like a cluster bomb, a central explosion containing a multitude of smaller blasts. How can Darian tell her young son that the grandfather he texted before every football match is dead to him now? How will she forgive her mother for refusing to countenance — because the thought might have tipped Gisèle into insanity — that Pelicot raped her too?

All families are strange, but quirks read as normal when you’re a child. Now with open eyes Darian sees that her comfortable middle-class upbringing was a façade, that it was only her mother’s middle management job, which came with a five-bedroom company house near Paris, that kept them afloat. Her father, an electrician who dabbled in property, set up companies that always failed.

Papers her brothers discovered reveal that Pelicot defaulted on huge loans that he took out mainly in his wife’s name. Gisèle let him handle all admin, never wondering why he always rushed to gather up the post. Besides being raped 200 times by at least 73 men and left with four STDs, she faced bankruptcy too.

Darian sees what she missed as a girl: that this wasn’t a close marriage, but a coercive one, and her father manipulated Gisèle under the guise of loving protector. They all believed him during those ten years when her mother suffered blackouts and memory loss — a side-effect of the pills he fed her — that it was her grandchildren who had tired her out.

Now moments that seemed inconsequential loom large. Darian recalls her father angrily hauling her mother off her feet by her blouse, coming home from school aged 14 to find bailiffs had taken all their furniture including beloved heirlooms, and her father helping himself to cash she had made from summer jobs, saying it was his right.

Pelicot starts to come into focus: a grifter, an amoral chancer, someone who always had secrets. The most powerful memory Darian dredges up is of her mother’s old friend Pascale coming to the house to say that Pelicot had propositioned her. “Your husband isn’t the man you’ve always taken him to be,” she warned. Pelicot threatened to beat up Pascale, and Gisèle never spoke to her again.

Finally we learn the probable source of Pelicot’s character. His own father was a terrible man: a caretaker at a rehabilitation centre, he was a big, leather-jacketed bully, a lazy tyrant who took Dominique out of school at 13 to bring in a wage. Within weeks of his wife dying he made their foster daughter, who was 30 years his junior and had severe learning difficulties, his new spouse. Darian notes that this poor girl ripped out her own hair and needed permission to change the TV channel. There is a whiff of Fred West here, yet Darian’s parents sent her to stay with them every summer holiday until she was old enough to complain.

Darian has written this book to launch her campaign against “chemical submission”, the use of drugs within controlling relationships, which is seldom picked up by police. This account does not include the four-month trial that ended with 51 men including Pelicot convicted of rape. Nor does it mention Pelicot’s earlier crimes: an attempted rape in Paris in the 1990s that Pelicot has admitted to and a rape-murder he has denied, for which he will soon stand trial. “I’m convinced we still have more to discover about my father,” Darian says darkly, and the French police, who are checking his DNA against decades of cold cases, would agree.

But this book, although fragmentary and brief, is the story of how families can absorb horrible deeds and not merely function, but seem outwardly happy. Pelicot’s sons put up with him, although he was always cadging money after another failed scheme. His youngest child, Florian, still came to family parties after his girlfriend walked in on Pelicot in the daytime, his office door wide open, masturbating at his laptop. The last text Darian’s husband sent to Pelicot was a jolly message about the Tour de France. For the sake of family harmony, or for their mother, or because he could turn on the charm, they seem to have tolerated him as a bit of a rogue.

Yet all the while Pelicot was defiling everyone — his wife, his daughter, his sons’ wives (whom he filmed naked with spy cameras) — and violating everywhere they felt safe, raping Gisèle in her marital bed, at Darian’s home and at her beloved holiday cottage on the Île de Ré. And still three years ahead of them loomed the public ordeal of the trial, which Darian will cover in a future book. But what we have here is a primal scream of shock and disbelief. She may never call Dominique Pelicot “Dad” again, but the horror is that is who he remains.

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[michellezagenda]

Join my discord :))) i’m still working on channels and stuff like that but it’ll be even better w likeminded women there to help.

This discord is for lesbians/febfems only! (considering 4B straights rn) (blackpilled, radical feminists, no label etc allowed!)

(18+ only)

https://discord.gg/jA8ZBd4P https://discord.gg/jA8ZBd4P

[vegantinatalist]

my family used to dress me up in trashy shit as a baby and toddler bc funny to them i guess. like tiny jean bikinis and stupid shit like that. i remember the anger of being like yay dress up, do i look pretty and everyone laughing at me and not telling me why and also them laughing at me when i cried and not knowing why (its cause i must have looked ridiculous)

animals deal with similar treatment and i know they get confused and upset about it too. i hate how people treat animals and girls like they are toys

one of my biggest gripes currently is the amount of people who will get super mad if u point out something that sexualises women and especially things that sexualise girls. like "ew why would u even think a 10 yr old in a crop top or a 4 year old in a bikini is sexual youre such a creep for even thinking that" like ok put ur fucking son in a crop top then. send him out in public wearing tiny little panties that have his ass sticking out. why are girls clothes so much smaller and tighter and more revealing than boys clothes?

[coinswallower39]