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Polish trans people will no longer have to literally SUE THEIR PARENTS to get their gender marker changed!
This is huge!!!
Poland will straight up ban abortions, not deal with the horrendous inflation, do nothing about the major alcoholism rates, do nothing about DV, do nothing about rape, do nothing about the suicide rates, but they will focus on this crap. Japierdole.
Someone wake me up when that pathological country starts recognizing women as people.
This is another tragic example of what Iâve been noticing for a long time. As a student of history, I was initially shocked when professors would insist to me that Poland didnât exist until the beginning of the 20th century. Then I learned about the literal settler colonialism and erasure of Polish history and culture from western historiography after the partitions. Basically, Poles have been begging and pleading to be included in âwestern civilization,â at any cost, and lunacy like this is the outcome.
help does anyone have this image but like, the radfem version of this? đđđ I've been looking for this for days
Why would you want the radfem version? This is exactly what y'all do
Thatâs the more accurate version.
thank you for the accurate version
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when peta takes pictures of women
when peta takes pictures of men
i support veganism, but i hate peta
"you wouldn't treat an ANIMAL the way you treat a WOMAN"
under patriarchy, the woman is always a liar by default unless a man backs her claims up. doesn't matter what the topic is, her experience, politics, science, whatever. to men we're these deceitful creatures that are always trying to spread lies.
look at the depp vs heard trial. look at how little to no men believed her from the start, but the moment depp said "no i didn't do this" without any actual proof they believed him. all he had to do is combine a pr team to spread bullshit. he didn't have to actually prove a single thing.
deppies were asking to release court documents and the court actually did. but they didn't look through. not even once. because then they'd see his messages about how he was the one to come up with the poop idea, or how he wanted to rape her dead body. they were so hyped to hate on a woman they didn't even listen to his own words about how he cut his own finger off in another one of his alcohol rages.
but the moment someone made up some stupid shit about how amber did cocaine in a court room, or how she rented a child, or some other actually insane trump-style bs, they believed. because a man said so. just some random words were more than enough to completely dehumanise her. to laugh at her crying. to use her rape story as a tiktok sound effect.
it didn't matter that everything depp ever did was harming people around him, pissing all over bathroom walls and supporting other abusers. what mattered was to have a way of expressing hate towards a woman.
"but JK Rowling is friends with Matt Walsh!!!" seek help for your delusions
The way your fellow men do or don't perceive you is an all-male issue. Setting aside the fact that the vast majority of female victims of SA indicate they'd rather receive counselling in a female-only space, there is zero evidence that trans-identified men present less of a threat to women and girls than the non-trans-identified variety. In fact, there are proportionately more trans-identified men in jail in the UK currently for sexual offences than among the general male prison population.
That statistic doesn't mean I think you personally are a predator. What it does prove is that there are at least as many predators among trans-identified men as among men who don't identify as trans.
If you and fellow trans-identified men want a space where no other men go, you're free to create one. Nobody wants you raped. Nobody wants you killed or harmed in any way. But women's spaces are for women. Your inability to grasp that you aren't entitled to those spaces because you don't 'identify' as a man is not female rape survivors' problem. Seeking to breach vulnerable women's boundaries does not mark you out as one of us. On the contrary, your arguments are typical of a certain kind of male: one who thinks the satisfaction of his own needs and desires is far more important than the harm he may be causing to women.
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Two "trans lesbians" fantasising about sexually coercing and raping a disabled lesbian woman who has set clear boundaries.
Note: Please report this user (goldstarcollector), but do not interact with them, dm them or otherwise contact them- many of these trans identified males are sexually gratified when confronted by feminists/lesbians.
"Your hands are going to be your strongest weapons here, followed by your voice. You have to carefully test her limits, hold onto her for just a little too long, touch just a little too low. When she starts to whine, interrupt her. Tell her how pretty her eyes are trying to avoid eye contact, or how you like the way her voice sounds when she's flustered."
This could be from literally any incel forum
To anyone wondering if it's worth it to tear down fascist posters or whatever. I spent a few months last year engaged in silent battle with another student at my school who was putting anti trans stickers up everywhere. I had it down to a system where every night I would walk the five block radius they went up in, and tear down all the ones I could reach, and use a stick to put duct tape over the others. Like, within hours of the stickers going up, I would have already purged the whole zone. I knew the basic schedule of whoever put them up based on when and where the stickers appeared. I probably could have found them in person if I'd wanted to. And I told all my classmates and friends what the stickers looked like and got them to rip them down too. And after a few months of this, the stickers slowed, and then stopped forever.
My point is, a lot of this fashy or right wing stuff is one local weirdo. And if you pay attention, and do a little light organizing with your friends, you can basically make their efforts into a giant sisyphisean exercise in misery. You control your streets!
Also - if your community doesnât have a guy that puts up pro-choice stickers, LGBTQ+ stickers, or whatever, you can simply become the guy. Sometimes a bad sticker is best fought by a better sticker!
Who wants to bet these "fascist stickers" this person has made it their personal mission in life to erase from the face of the earth are some version of "lesbians have a right not to sleep with males", "children shouldn't be turned into lifelong medical patients because they don't conform to sex role stereotypes", "male sex offenders shouldn't be housed in female prisons." But don't worry, you too can help rid the world of such blasphemy- I mean evil!
itâs not about that i know how to do laundry. itâs that when i was four i knew how to fold clothes; small hands working alongside my mother, while my older brother sat and played with his toys. itâs that i know what kind of detergent works but my father guesses. itâs that in my freshman year of college i had a line of boys who needed me to show them how to use the machine. itâs that the first door they knocked on belonged to me. itâs that they expected me to know.
itâs not that i know how to cook. itâs that the biggest christmas present i got was a little plastic kitchenette i never used except to climb on. itâs that my brother used it more, his hands ghosting over pink buttons and yellow dials. itâs that when my work needs cake for a birthday, they turn to me. i get it from costco. i donât even like cooking. a boy burns popcorn in the dorm microwave and laughs. a week later, i do the same thing, and he snorts at me, âjust crossed you off my wife list.â itâs that i had heard something like this so many times before that i laughed, too.
itâs not that i donât love being feminine. itâs that i came home with bruises from trying to be a trick rider on my bike and heard the word âtomboy,â felt my little mouth say, âbut iâm not a boy, iâm a girlâ. itâs that they laughed. itâs that until i was sitting in my pretty dress and smiling with a big pretty smile and blinking my big pretty eyes, i wasnât given back the title âgirlâ. itâs that until i wore makeup and styled my hair i was bullied; itâs that when i donât wear makeup iâm a slob, that my mental health diagnosis hangs on the hook of being dressed up. itâs that my therapist sees me returning to bright red lipstick and tells me i am looking happier and i have to explain that i am more sad than i have ever been. itâs that i dress myself in as many layers as i can every time i ride a train because itâs better to be laughed at than harassed.Â
itâs not that i know how to clean, itâs that my brotherâs chores were outside where i wanted to be, and mine were inside. itâs that i would have weeded the garden better than he did if they had just let me. itâs that i am put in charge of fixing otherâs messes, expected to comply without complaint.
itâs not that i canât open the jar. itâs that you ask my brother first every time. itâs that i am pushed into docile positions, trained to believe that my body when itâs strong and healthy is ugly, trained into being less, weaker. itâs that the jar is also science, is also engineering, is also every job, every opportunity. itâs that you laugh faster when he tells a joke, that you take him seriously but wave off me, that when he raises his voice heâs assertive but when i do iâm hysterical. the jar is getting into a car with a stranger as a driver and wondering if this is our last ride. the jar is knowing that if something happens to us, itâs our fault.Â
itâs that iâm weak and i donât know if itâs because i just am or i was trained to be. itâs that we need to sit pretty with our pretty smiles and our pretty words trapped pretty and silent in our throats, our hands restless but pretty when idle, our bodies vessels for nothing but a future white dress. itâs that we are taught someone else needs to open the jar for us.
hereâs the secret: run metal lids under hot water, theyâll expand faster than the glass theyâre around. hereâs the secret: when you keep us under hot water, we do more than boil. we expand over our edges. and we learn how to open our mouths, our claws, our screams hanging in kites over cities. just give me a chance. give me a chance when i am four when i am seven when i am twenty-three. i promise i can be amazing. give me the jar. iâll show you something.
why do women have miss, ms and mrs when men only have mr
Because men needed to brand us to tell our age and ownership status to see if we were still consumable or not. Miss - young, but consumable in the near future, still property of her father. Ms - defective goods (unmarried, old {over 25}), probably still property of her father or caregiver. Mrs - Legal property of a man.
I thought Ms was created by feminists so that it could be a neutral title? One that doesnât show whether or not you are married vs miss/mrs?
the original story is interesting! in 1961 a woman called sheila michaels was looking for a term that would not dictate a womanâs marital status and saw printed in a newspaper a typo of âmissâ (or perhaps mr), that said âmsâ. she tried to advocate for it to be a term but in the beginning wasnât very successful. but then in 1969, a friend of the feminist legend gloria steinem heard about this new term and told gloria, who then used it as the title of her new magazine, which was the first american feminist magazine. from there, the popularity boomed, it became widely used, and just a few years after that, the government approved it for use on documents.
so, we have several women to thank, including gloria steinam, which i was not expecting.
âmsâ became associated with divorced women not by design, but because of the same societal forces that desire to categorise women. and that association with divorced women is exactly why it became unfashionable to use it. I use it all the time now đ
I thought Ms was short for Miss, like Mrs is short for Missus