it's always interesting to see what makes transfems pull metaphorical knives on their sisters.
there's a structure, a hierarchy, to being a trans woman, it feels like, or at least, certain women seem to think there ought to be one. something to do with social capital games. marxist trans women seem to end up being the owners of a polycule - and yes, that phrasing is intentional - or occupying some other de-facto top-of-the-pyramid position in their local hierarchical social embedding.
something about that bugs the everloving fuck outta me, as an anarchist. it's difficult to put words to, but, if I had to try...
it's about making the playing field, not level, but fair to one specific group, the people who are good at being popular. the happy-little-commune types who end up getting exposed later on down the line as rapists. owners of social capital, good at bonding, gregarious, connections and friends, see polycule comment - good at getting people to do things for them, good at maintaining an Image of Prosociality.
your worth is now based instead on your personal value, on how much the people who have things you need *like* you. i find so often that what is proposed is not so much resemblant of a worker's paradise, equal access to capital, equal footing with one's fellow living being, but a tepid gesture towards communitarianism, rule by one's community, servitude to one's community, the whims of the Community dominant over those of individual Constituents -- the kind of place where abusers are put through "accountability" that looks mostly like telling their rapey friend she didn't do anything wrong while accosting their victims for daring to be so punitive over a Simple Mistake. rule of the Popular over the unpopular, of the Sociable over the Antisocial, of arbitrary divisions of isolated cliques communes all with their own pet rapists. if you want a home, you either squat it or you put up with the rulership of people who will extract from you in order to secure housing.
and it's funny, how these are the ones who always seem to despise the anarchists in their so-called communities, daring to tear down their social pecking orders, to support That Bitch who tried to cancel your Friend, how dare they attempt to undermine your cult your application of the immortal science of marxism-leninism! fucking bedtime abolitionist anarkiddies who want to destroy all the power progress you've worked for! don't they understand that there must always be power, that someone must always be at the top, that this is the only way society can work, that their genders, their relations, their lives, must be subject and subservient to their leaders, their Community?
it's depressing to see how endemic this mindset is amongst so many women, reproducing the structures of capital - your rent is your body and your labor, given over to the Head Bitch of the polycule, and you best keep in line because one word out of you about how Grabbyhands won't stop fucking raping people and you're out on the streets.
god i've made myself sick.
