my number one advice for trans women both on this shitass platform and in real life is: you do not have to answer that question. people are so used to exploiting transfems' collective low self esteem that they will just expect you to answer questions that are best responded to with an openly disgusted stare. you do not have to answer these motherfuckers' questions. you don't owe anyone an explanation. "who do you think you are to ask me that" and "what makes you think that's an acceptable thing to say to me" are good, but most of the time you can just say nothing and look at them like they just offered you a spoon and a bowl of shit to eat. you'd be amazed how fast people start backtracking if you just say nothing and let their idiot question grow stale in the air
and needless to say you do not need to answer anons. yes this includes if they tell you everyone is saying something about you and can you explain. it is a trick. let them refresh your blog in vain
irl this doesn't work on people who have made up their minds to be openly hostile but it works on just about everyone else. most people have less-than-unshakable social confidence. practically everybody is secretly afraid of that moment where they realize they did something socially wrong. and no version of that moment is as jarring as when the flow of interaction just. ends. nobody is ready for the script to just stop. consequently, if you can project a passable lack of uncertainty during the brief, lurching silence that follows when you just don't respond to someone's weird question, in a way that is clearly deliberate, it only takes about 3-4 seconds at most before the other person will assume they fucked up bad even if they're not sure how. you just stare at them with perplexed disgust. they will backtrack and apologize. you still don't have to say anything. if you know them and you want to let them off with a warning, you can let them squirm for a second and then say "anyway," and change the subject like they were just being weird and you're doing them a favor. if you don't know them, or don't want to, just say say nothing, look at them like they're gross, and then ignore them
When I transitioned I was working at a coffee shop, and I had my nametag changed from MJ to Molly. Most people were chill about it (or cognizant enough to pretend they were chill about it), but I did have one guy who was a regular see the nametag, point, and laugh. He thought it was a joke. "You're name's not Molly!"
Now, luckily for him, there wasn't anyone else in the immediate vicinity, because after about three seconds of cold silence he shriveled took his drink and left. He didn't come back for two weeks, and when he did finally return, he was always certain to name and gender me correctly
some good news is that someone keeps ddosing kiwifarms for the past few weeks and their provider is so small that it doesn’t have enough skill/resources to stop it from happening
Anyway, related to that, let this be a reminder that opressor classes don't need protection. You don't need to fight back against "androcide" or "white genocide" or more broadly against any opressed people being pissed about their opression, because those things are not going to happen. You do not need to treat them as real threat, and in doing so you align yourself with the opressors. I don't think i have to tell you that to believe that male genocide is a credible threat is pretty clearly misogynystic.
as a regular donor to Gaza Soup Kitchen I get their email updates, and they said today that while they've continued to be able to expand, donations are slowing down as Gaza gets less coverage. If you have a few dollars to spare, I encourage you to send them here to continue the amazing work that Hani and his team are doing.
”support sex workers!!!” okay thanks for saying that but can you actually support us please. we are vulnerable and poor and need real monetary support
if you say youre progressive then prove it to us. your slogans dont mean shit when i have to go meet a sketchy stranger who has enormous power and privilege over me for a criminalized activity in order to live
baffling micro misogyny ive noticed is that now that i look visibly Like A Woman men have stopped moving. whenever im walking down a sidewalk and a dude is coming the opposite direction he now staunchly refuses to move and expects me to move first to avoid a collision. god damn!!
Obviously fighting with a pedo fetish blog is not a good use of my time but it’s funny how posts like this either indicate that “men” refers only to cisgender men or that transgender men need to detransition. Normally I would not argue with someone who makes posts geared towards sex and not towards intellectual discussions but she tries to do both so I think it’s fair game
children only start being cis once they ostracize their trans peers. which i guess in fairness can be younger than 10 in many instances. but point is that before that we just tell them they're cis and they have no frame of reference to really say anything about it (and if they do, they get abused)
Can we go back to suicide baiting Neil gaiman. I feel like we’ve lost sight of what’s important here, which is suicide baiting Neil gaiman. ‘This should have happened’ ‘that should have happened’ Wrong. Neil gaiman should have killed himself instead of being slowly and quietly brought back into the cultural consciousness by amazon and various comics publishers etc
for those unaware today india experienced one of its biggest protests in half a decade. there were protests all over the nation for various causes but the major one was in delhi. all we asked for was the resignation of the education minister because he's failed the students of this nation time & time again. but we were met with brutality, the police had barricaded the main site of protest (jantar mantar). metro stations were shutdown, the public was restrained from reaching the protest site and all the adjoining areas had signal jammers to make sure the crowd had no access to constant updates. they had us blocked from all the sides. they were lathi (baton) charging students from one side & releasing tear gas from the other. you couldn't walk 100 m on streets without having a tear gas shell thrown at you. there were many students, women & kids bleeding — some from their head. some couldn't walk anymore. the police had removed their nameplates & acted with full impunity to resort to unprecedented levels of violence. they were pelting stones at us, beating up people for no reason, forcefully detaining them and attacking us constantly with tear gas & rubber bullets. they wouldn't let you exit either. the crowd was peaceful & looking out for each other yet they were met with violence. i made a friend who was all alone & she asked to join me & my friend because a policeman wouldn't leave her alone. he constantly prodded her for personal info, invited her back to the jeep saying they have food there, wouldn't stop following her around. you couldn't call or ask anyone for help, we were left to fend for ourselves & be on a constant lookout if you did not want to be beaten up to death by police. all for what? asking a resignation? shame on this country.
if anyone can spare 70 dollars or literally any fraction of that so I can get my meds and also have clean clothes to wear I'd really appreciate it if you could cashapp me please
they should replace women and children first with women and children only. in my world men wont be allowed to survive sinking ships and other such disasters. due to systemic misandry
what ralsei does with her hands is so important to me
call it a pattern more than a hard rule - but often, whatever's desperate enough to be expressed finds its way into the hands. thought, coalescing into action. affection, pooling into touch. fear, stalling into hesitation.
which may well be why i'm so fascinated by the way ralsei stows hers at the back
kept like that, they're removed from the situation - too far back to reach or interfere, merely ever cinching around what was antecedently given
ralsei is the ultimate embodiment of hands tied.
the prophecy's "prince" from the dark, meant only to assist and interpret, never to do. then comes chapter 5, and - SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! -
suddenly... her hands are everywhere...?
her hands help when she wants them to and clench when she doesn't
her hands twine with kris', guiding them both through a puzzle she would've ordinarily waited to see solved first
her hands push flowery away
they swat at him, also!
her fingers pluck up the drink vouchers, eyes gleaming at her favorite among them
they help themselves to a bit of cheese, purely on a whim of taste
her palms cast an offensive spell for susie, instinct overriding a lifetime of learned passivity
and... loveliest of all... her hands fall naturally to her sides. loose and comfortable. tasked with nothing whatsoever, only where they happen to be.
in the wake of it all, ralsei kneels by the water, palms pressed together, praying like begging, begging like praying - doggedly convinced this is the far shore of who she can be.
and if the water answers at all, it does so with a reflection. one whose hands protected and defied. the change plain to any with eyes.
…you'd think a prophecy would know a better knot than that, wouldn't you?
ralsei's none the wiser. ask her, and she'd vehemently insist she can't alter a thing - least of all herself. but why ask at all? just take a gander at those mitts; they tell you plenty.
save some faith and belief for yourself, too, princess
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