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like where are we at that women who don’t wear makeup are put into a category of trying to be androgynous. it is literally a non-behavior. woman without makeup is the default woman. sorry about your gender worship.

cheesyradfem

same goes for women who don’t shave

alien-bear

The “I’m not like other girls” sort of internalised misogyny walked so the “I’m nonbinary” sort of internalised misogyny could run.

tilthat

TIL that prostitution was widely legal in the United States up until the early 1900’s, when the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union lobbied against it. This was the same union that was a driving force behind Prohibition in the 1920’s.

via reddit.com

gneebee

Those chicks hated working women and good times

trenchkamen

I do not know if this was just a pithy response, but responses like this pissed me off so much I thought I was going to start spitting blood when this Reddit thread first came around a few years back, and every time this issue comes back. I tried to go to sleep. But this kept running through my head, so here we are.

And this is addressed to all the redditors with the hot take that these women were, indeed, just fun-hating, jealous prudes:

You really have no theory of mind when it comes to women. You think they are just reactionary, shrieking, brainless, pearl-clutching harpies who hate fun and are only ~jealous~ of their husbands going to prostitutes. Marital rape was an oxymoron and the husband was within his legal and physical bounds to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, to his wife and children. The women had no rights to property, to keep their own wages, to hold a bank account, and there were few jobs for women other than domestic and prostitute. Schoolteachers and nurses, aside from requiring education working class women could not access, were paid a pittance, and in the former case were required to be unmarried in many places. So the husband was well within his rights to drink his family wages and leave his wife and children to starve in a slum tenement, and beat them when they complained. Divorce was no practical option, especially with children. The entire economic system was, and always was, set up so that women could not survive on their own, to force them into providing sexual access and domestic labor to men in exchange for sustenance.

This was the era before antibiotics. Condoms were of poor quality and rarely used. (As if they could force their men to wear them in the first place; it would be a dreadful inconvenience for their poor dicks.) There was no cure for STDs like syphilis. These STDs were not only ultimately fatal, in many cases, but caused untold misery the whole way, and birth defects. And who is caring for the disabled child on top of her other children? The woman. (Oh, and banish the thought of a safe abortion, or a way for the woman to control her fertility. She was constantly bred because the husband either wanted those children or wanted sex and there was no effective birth control.) The husband would carry STDs from the whorehouses and give them to their wives. Stopping their husbands from frequenting prostitutes was not merely an issue of jealousy—it was a matter of existential survival for these women. Or a way of preventing themselves from becoming penniless widows. And they knew that most of the prostitutes were not ~independent working women~ in that era but exploited women, the worst thing you could become. What awaited you if you stepped out of line. They thought making prostitution illegal would liberate these poor creatures.

What were women to do? Speak about their sovereign rights? To speak plainly about the remedies—economic sovereignty, sexual freedom, the right to divorce and custody and education and standing—would get them laughed at by men already pissed they had just gotten the vote. So they had to focus on proximate causes: get rid of the alcohol, get rid of the whorehouses. A paltry, palliative measure, but what else could they do? They had to dress their concerns in the raiment of religion, one of the few acceptable fields women were allowed. Women were tasked the stabilizing force in society, the ones to marry off unstable, angry young men, absorb their violence, ‘settle’ them and force them to work a job, and produce the next generation of labor. And with that came their tasking to be the civilizing force, at that time inextricable with Christian morality. But there was a material reason behind their proselytizing—there always is, if you look closely enough, behind *anybody’s*. Sure, there were holy-roller true believers, but I bet the majority of women (and I must so bet, as history has seen to it their voices are lost) just wanted the beatings to end and food on the table, and relative safety from debilitating disease. I bet this because I see women as rational agents. Humans in an impossible situation, with no voice, living with their captors.

The factory jobs available to men were miserable, back-breaking labor, and hardly paid. This was the tail end of the era of radical labor rights movements, but there was a lot of misery, and those movements were eventually shut down, especially with the economic desperation of the depression. As it leads to drug use now in desperate, hollowed-out, post-industrial communities, so it led to drinking then. And disenfranchised groups have always found a group even lower on the social ladder than themselves to take out their anger. Women were always the punching bag and social safety valve. And a drunk, drugged population is not in much position to organize politically. There were few diversions – no television, no sports games, no entertainments – to mollify the working classes after their drudgery, so the bar was an incredibly attractive option. Oblivion was preferable to going back to the slums with screaming children underfoot in a filthy, tiny shack and a pissed off wife. Her anger may have been justified, but in the guy’s mind, she was just the shrew waiting to make his day worse. And, to those guys with a shred of decency, there was the shame in being reminded of how poorly his wages kept his family, how desperate and pointless the struggle, how they were running to stay in the same desperate place with no hope of advancement. Ashamed, depressed men lash out, even against those who they feel they have wronged.

The dispossessed men take it out on their women. This always, always, always happens.

Prohibition did not work. We know that now, with the power of hindsight. And the social fabric is utterly different, now: while women are by no means liberated, they can hold property, they can keep their own wages and assets, they have rights to their children, they can obtain education and jobs. Divorce from an alcoholic husband without landing in the gutter is a possibility. But to advance the narrative that prohibition was started by a bunch of fuddy-duddy no-fun busy-bodies who hated the idea of anybody having a good time is monstrous and shows only your contempt for women. You cannot know the fear and desperation of being trapped with a violent, alcoholic husband, several children, pregnant every year from marriage to menopause, and listening to your children crying with hunger while waiting for your husband to come back from the bar. And then you must approach him and ask for money. And you have nowhere to run. I wager you have never had to bury your own children dead of starvation and the diseases of poverty. There was nowhere for them to turn without you - orphanages a joke, these masses of children from these women who had no power to control their own fertility seen as labor at best and excess humanity, vermin, by most of society. And their alcoholic father would leave them to die while he drinks himself to death. So it’s you or nobody.

What do you do? The possibilities on the outside for you, a fallen, divorced women, would be prostitution or penury. But you have one bit of power, now - you can vote. And women as a class share your interests. You would be shut down campaigning for full human rights, but if you dress your concerns up in religion, there is a chance. Of course, a hundred years in the future, men will use this as an example of how as soon as women are able to vote, they ruin everything.

Andrea Dworkin’s Right-Wing Women is a brilliant and deeply-researched work on the phenomenon of the religious, conservative woman, and addresses why women are often the enforcers and lieutenants of religious morality and social conservatism, when it benefits them least. It is not because they are small-minded cunts with small spirits, any more than men on the average. There is a material and strategic reason, and the temperance movement is a perfect example of this. They are making a bargain within the confines of the tiny shred of power they are given.

And ask, always, before you condemn a group of women as a bunch of no-fun brainless shrieking reactionaries because they want to take away your toys: what material, rational reason might here be? Give them at least the dignity of being considered rational agents before you condemn.

itaintfunn

the fact that rapes and beatings are “fun times” to them should tell you all you need about men

frigid666

Always reblog when this post shows up on my feed cause the reply was fire

whenthesecondsun

The reply was not only fire but also so well written that I re-read every time just to get the full force of it.

astronofeminist

“I was going to start spitting blood” -@trenchkamen

Honestly, yup. Response was so on point.

merskrat

Always reblog when I see this

trans-misogyny

Reene Marie Mills, 38, of Helena, Montanna, was booked into the Lewis and Clark County Jail on Friday afternoon on one count of sexual intercourse without consent and one count of sexual assault.

Not a woman. A man. A transgender male raped a 12 year old girl and people are reporting it as “mother of 3″ and “38 year old woman”. Call. It. What. It. Is. This is male violence. This is a male pedophile.

shollymannon-deactivated2019032

we’re about to see a massive spike in rapes committed by “women”, who before self-ID were statistically estimated to commit about 5% of sex crimes

this is a blatant attempt to soften the statistics so that females can no longer accurately name the violence that we are overwhelmingly victimized by, it is VERY RARE for an actual female to commit sexual assault but because of trans activists demanding that freaks like this have their precious pronouns respected, that extremely important sex dynamic is going to become lost in a swamp of inaccurate reporting

dateon

*males raping with their penises* fucking psychopathic lying media: woman on woman rape!!! wow remember that lesbians are evil?? women raping other women!!

yourimaginaryfryend

Are you people insane? you literally only have pronouns to determine her gender. jawlines don’t mean shit, builds don’t mean shit. Rape is fucking rape regardless of who did it. Get off the crazy train and do something about rapists besides bitch about trans women

celtyradfem

He raped a 12 year old girl with his penis.

Women don’t have have penises.

You have the audacity to call us crazy when you are calling a pedophilic man who raped 12 year old girl (who have female bodies which means that have vaginas) a ‘woman’.

He raped her with his penis and he exposed her to any dirty diseases he has which he could have infected his female victim.

He raped her her tiny body and he could have broken her pelvis with is huge male body.

He raped a little girl and he gets off on peerage is really a woman ‘on the inside’.

He could have impregnated her and she would be left with the trauma and stigma of being raped and being impregnated by an pedophile.

He raped a 12 year old girl and the media is complicit in obscuring the reality and covering for pedophiles and rapists by pretending they are really women.

She has to live with the psychological trauma and confusion of having and adult man rape her and having psychotic, misogynist trans fanatics scream that “women rape toooooooo” and chant that he raped her with his ‘female penis’ any one who states that he is a man will be told they are insane and will have character assissination campaigns enforced by the trans lobby and have the media try to force their woman hating psychosis on the world.

They have no idea what they started.

This is a war on women and we will fight you to the death.

thegoddessesprotectme

He has no place in womanhood.

He is Male and this is the actions of a male.

butch-reidentified

While I appreciate the attempt at gaslighting as if male and female humans aren’t visibly sexually dimorphic, let me elaborate on how women have come to this conclusion besides “jawline” or other phenotypic attributes. The screenshots below depict the definition of “rape” and the definition of “sexual intercourse” under Montana law. If this individual had a vagina, then the charge would more likely be sexual assault, sexual battery, and/or other similar charges. Very, very few places in the world will charge an individual with rape if no penetration is involved. On top of that, it is exceedingly rare for a female individual to commit sexual assault at all, and even MORE exceedingly rare for a female-on-female sexual assault to involve penetration by fingers, toys, or other objects. You can download a PDF detailing Montana’s sexual crimes laws here:

Here are photographs from simply Googling the definitions. These photographs are the same as the definitions you will find in the PDF above.

So combining the fact that this person has an obviously male facial structure with the fact that the likelihood a given rapist is male is 95%, and the fact that in Montana, a female rapist will likely receive a different charge than rape… I’m sure you can see how unlikely it is for this person to be female. Is it possible? Sure. Just rather unlikely, unlikely enough that it’s understandable how some radfems could jump to that conclusion. But regardless of this individual’s sex… male violence being reported as female crime is becoming a serious issue. Check out my pinned post for more on this:

(I’m remaking it because the old one was set up weirdly. I’ll update the link in my blog description.) Keep reading

Furthermore - though unrelated to my above points - please understand that I and the vast majority of radical feminists I know are EXTREMELY active in IRL work. While most TRAs I have known occasionally attend a protest at best and spend most time in discourse groups online, most radfems I’ve known are organizers and genuine activists who commit large amounts of their spare time to fighting for women’s rights. What makes you think that just because a woman makes a Tumblr post, she isn’t also volunteering in shelters, calling her congresspeople, and protesting in the streets as well? What’s stopping us from doing both? Every radfem friend I currently have irl is doing all these things; most are doing even more. Meanwhile almost all TRA friends I’ve had or currently have irl spend 90% of their time online, a few attend BLM protests occasionally, and a couple actually sometimes come out and show up for women’s issues… when there’s a major crisis (ie protesting overturning Roe v Wade). How are you fighting for women? What are you doing to stop rape?

deepsea-archive-deactivated2023

Men will be in a relationship with a woman that has children for years because they are waiting for an opportunity to play out their sick p£do fantasies. It doesn’t matter how long you know the guy, him and other men have hidden secrets when it comes to children.

To any single moms(or any mother) out there in a committed relationship check on your boyfriend/husbands and protect your children. And to those in no relationship it’s best to stay from men if you want to protect your children and don’t want to go through the trauma.

misandrist-stephanie-deactivate

This is why I fear for women everywhere. This is why I will not shut up about how evil and deranged men are. I hope she's safe and he's dead

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*Trigger warnings*

I have posted some of these stories before but this is a much larger post. Thankyou to the person who collected all these stories and put them in one place.

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This is why I am anti porn.

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fullmetal-foolishness

Inspired by a @terfmemes post and Dylan Mulvaney's first tiktok.

thelastmimzy-deactivated2023041

Found this on twitter, lol

aintnosinglegoodnames

Conservatives: Do you want to be a man? D:<

Liberals: Do you want to be a man? :D

radfae

sundazesun

sapphos-catpanions

men held women as property and used women as capital for thousands of years, getting rich off our blood and sweat, only to turn around in 2022 and say “actually? you’re nothing but an idea in my head. you are an undefineable concept, without substance. this is feminism now.”

sapphos-catpanions

“oh, and i’ve brought government, big business, and the professional licensing bodies over to my side, too. and if you publicly disagree with me i will ruin your life.”

feministdragon

and this coincidentally happened within a few decades of women being able to legally own property, bank accounts and their own money:

this coincidentally happened when women finally partially were able to stop being property

pussy-ache

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ferociousfemale

day 1 of being a girl. my mom barely waits ten minutes after i’m born before painting my toes red. i’m a newborn infant and already being taught what gives me value as a female in this world.

day 1,100 of being a girl. the dresses i have to wear to church are itchy and uncomfortable, but i have no choice. i have to wear them, or god will be sad. it doesn’t matter that i’m autistic and certain textures are hell on my skin, or that having my short hair pulled into pigtails is painful. i’m not a person. i’m an ornament. i’m a girl.

day 1,465 of being a girl. my mom plays the piano at home for me to sing show tunes. i request to sing the boy’s song, because the boy gets to have fun in his song, and be rowdy and goofy. it takes a while, but mom finally relents, and i get to be a kid for a moment.

day 1,825 of being a girl. for my 5th birthday, my grandpa takes me to walmart to buy a fishing rod so i can go fishing with him at the creek. he buys me a bright pink barbie fishing rod, even though i sulked at the very idea. it’s less functional than the other rods and, like most things with ‘girl’s’ in the title, mostly decorative. i hate it.

day 2,940 of being a girl. i’m pulled aside on my first day at a new school for wearing shorts that are deemed ‘inappropriate’. i’m admonished to never wear them again, or i will be sent to the principal’s office. i’m in third grade.

day 3,270 of being a girl. my best friend has a mary kay birthday party, where the mary kay rep lets us try out eyeshadow and mascara and blush. i beg my mom to let me take some home, but she says i’m too young, only relenting and buying me a couple lip glosses. i saw how i looked with my lashes so long and black, my eyes sparkling with pigment, and wondered why i had to be ugly, at almost nine years old.

day 3,670 of being a girl. one of my mom’s friends has a daughter a few years older than me. she wears glasses and, when i’m forced to get glasses, i study her to figure out how she’s still beautiful with her glasses while i’m doomed to be ugly with mine. i figure out it’s because she has her ears pierced. i ask to get mine pierced so i can still be beautiful.

day 4,015 of being a girl. my parents take us to visit our grandparents for the first time in a few years. an old man who previously paid me no mind sits behind us during church and tugs on my hair and runs his fingers down my neck and shoulders and back. he does this during the entire service, and i don’t move an inch, focusing completely on not reacting. maybe then he’ll stop. afterwards he tells my mom how stubborn i am, with a laugh and a wink. i’m thoroughly changed from this experience and see the world through different eyes.

day 4,400 of being a girl. i’m at the pool with my family and my mom scolds me. i only shaved below my knees and left my thighs alone, because that’s what the puberty booklet said some women do. my legs are long and i don’t want to waste so much time in the shower shaving them. she shames me for not removing all the hair, and i never show my legs unshaved again.

day 4,745 of being a girl. i get my first period. my stomach cramps feel like i’m dying. i tell my mom and she tells me ‘welcome to hell’ before handing me some pads. i go on to have period cramps so painful i vomit and have to stay home from school, shaking in the corner of my room with the heating pad on full blast. my periods are three days long, i bleed so heavily. but anytime i express an opinion that’s contrary to the boy i’m talking to, he says i must be on my period. why else would i be opinionated? that’s all periods are - a time when girls and women are obnoxiously pissed off for silly emotional reasons, not crumpled on the floor dry-heaving because their stomach has nothing left to give up.

day 4,800 of being a girl. we’re gathering for family prayer before bedtime when my parents tell me to change shirts. i’m in a wide-strap tank top. they say my ‘boobs are all out’. my a-cup, barely developed, thirteen year old boobs are offending them. i throw on a sweater and want to crawl under a rock.

day 5,600 of being a girl. i stop wearing makeup and only paint my nails occasionally. i’ve gotten into 1960s hippie culture and my mom loathes it. she begs me to wear makeup. i tell her i feel beautiful exactly as i am. she shuns me until i relent, asking her if she’ll give me the money to buy new eyeshadow and lipsticks. she happily agrees, and finally starts to look at me again.

day 5,700 of being a girl. i’m taken to the emergency room in the middle of the night for what i believe is appendicitis. the pain is unbearable. i’m given a pill for nausea and then interrogated by several doctors, without my mom present, about whether or not i’m pregnant and am i really sure i’m not? and am i absolutely telling the truth that i’m a virgin? really? after an hour they finally ultrasound my abdomen and discover an ovarian cyst so large, it’s a millimeter away from them having to surgically remove it. i’m given tylenol and sent home without any sort of apology.

day 5,940 of being a girl. my geography teacher tells the class they have a new student, and i beam since it’s me. the boy sitting in front of me gets excited. ‘a new student?’ he says, turning around to see me. i smile, thinking maybe we’ll be friends. ‘oh.’ he replies, thoroughly disappointed at my appearance. i go home and cry for hours.

day 6,300 of being a girl. the boys i eat lunch with have a lot of opinions about women. women who wear makeup are ugly, they say. they sleep in it and pile on more in the morning. only the girls who wear ‘natural’ makeup are beautiful. it’s ugly when they stand up after class and pull their pants up. it’s annoying and stupid when they get into geeky stuff like doctor who. but have you heard about this new superhero film?, they ask each other. let’s go to the comic book shop after school, they invite each other. i haven’t showered in two days, they say with guffaws. i try to make conversation. they act like i’m not even there. i’m not, not really. not in a way that matters to them.

day 7,000 of being a girl. i cut my hair short and dress in my usual comfortable clothes. my mom berates me, asking me how i think i’ll ever get a husband dressed like that. she asks me why i want to look like a boy, why i think i look good the way i dress when i very clearly do not. she yells at me about this for hours on several different occasions, until eventually, i think maybe she’s right.

day 7,550 of being a girl - except now i think i may as well try to be a boy, since being a girl was never anything good for me, and everyone is always asking me if i’m trans because of my hair and how i like video games, so maybe they’re right. i just feel like a person, not a girl, and all my life experiences have taught me girls aren’t people. i tell my old friend from high school about this over email, and his first response? asking me if i’d like to have sex with him before i transition, just so i know how it feels as a girl. i politely decline. it isn’t until i tell my therapist about this that i realize how fucked up his response was.

day 8,800 of being a girl. i realize i am a woman, and that women, no matter how society tries to beat it into us, are in fact people. woman is not a feeling. woman is my material reality. for expressing this online, i’m told i’ve fallen for a cult, a hate group, a lie. that men in wigs and dresses know what it means to be a woman far more than i do, that i should listen to them and let them tell my story. i refuse. i am a woman. and i have a whole lifetime of experience being one to back up my claim.

femsolid

“This compulsion to compete with and destroy other women is our deadliest enemy, absolutely ensuring failure. We not only can’t seem to control it, but most of the time we can’t even see it in ourselves. It is part of the invisibility of our oppression. We perform impeccably the art of keeping ourselves and other women powerless and remaining oblivious to the dynamics.

There are very few women among us who haven’t personally experienced the “rush” that comes from putting another woman down. If we are honest, we have to admit the pleasure of feeling “on top,” superior, right for a change, after a lifetime of being viewed and treated as hopelessly stupid and wrong. Some of us can hardly get enough of this bogus freedom, this elation. The inherent rewards are feelings of being powerful, as well as of being “on the right side,” which unconsciously means the men’s side against women; the momentary feeling of not being like other women, not being a woman at all, not a slave like them, removed from the degradation of our caste altogether; the incredibly heady feeling of escape from the bondage of our gender.

The instant enough of us break this habit among ourselves, however, patriarchy will begin to wither. We must therefore take this ugly and ubiquitous phenomenon seriously, each one of us, and begin studying in our own lives how to stop getting our kicks from hurting one another. One sure way to at least disrupt this pattern is to refuse to give our co-addicts the fix, remembering that everything depends on breaking our own habit and on not feeding other women’s addictions. Whatever we do, we must learn never to give the expected, typical response.

I believe women can love one another, can cooperate, can trust, can, in short, rise above our conditioning. I believe we are ready to practice what we know -that as we build one another up and rejoice in the achievement and triumphs, in the gifts and beauties of other women, we ourselves grow more gifted, beautiful, and strong. I believe that as we do this, we will forge a sisterhood so mighty that nothing in the world can stop us. This is my dream. It is a dream in which we each remember that every woman born is us.”

Going out of our minds, Sonia Johnson

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Any male born after 1993 can't cook. All they know is doordash, paint they nails, porn addiction, nose ring, put he/they in bio, and manipulate.

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