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Addressing other claims
12/7/2018: This post will go over the details of what happened along with many new accusations surrounding my work (points 1-5) and me (6-12):
1. Tumblr users who donât know TSERâs work claimed Iâm the âExecutive Directorâ of the organization. We do not have an ED position. I have actually been in a background advisory role at TSER for the past year because I am close to aging out of the programming. This has been my plan for years. I rarely work with the people there directly aside from TSERâs staff online these days. Iâve opted to focus more on grad school than organizing. The staff and board are aware of all the talk against me. As I am aging out, we have plans in place for my position to be split into several to ensure organizational sustainability anyway. My main goal is to train younger leaders to take over my work. We will then abolish anything resembling a singular directorial position. Fearmongering that Iâm putting âchildren at riskâ is ridiculous on so many levels. Nobody who Iâve ever met has claimed Iâm a pedophile and this is eerily reminiscent of anti-gay attacks from the 1980âs.
2. I do not and have never accepted payment from TSER. All of my work is volunteer. TERFs are trying to claim that Iâm exploiting money from the community while attempting to get TSERâs funding pulled in the process. Thankfully they have not succeeded. The organizationâs funding goes to the paid staff salaries and TSERâs programming costs. 90% of the paid staff are trans youth of color (I bring this up to address false claims that this money is going to white trans people).
3. Yes, Iâm actually getting death threats. I have seen posts and messages calling for me to be shot, hanged, mutilated, raped, and killed this past week. Iâm appalled this is even called into question, you can look them up yourself. Because they contain identifying information, I wonât post them publicly here. Youâre welcome to message me for screenshots and links if youâre curious.
4. There are new vague claims that I âraped people with [my] penisâ on Twitter. I do not have a penis and have not since my mid-teens. This is anatomically impossible. Stop using individual trans women to leverage transmisogynistic claims.
5. Thereâs an allegation that I removed someone from a queer event I hosted months ago. To my knowledge, no one was removed from this event. If they were, it wasnât by my request. I do not recognize the person who made the accusation but I do know theyâre misgendering me and openly a TERF. This series of tweets has hundreds likes and includes a slew of bizarre accusations against me.
6. I saw a post claiming that I was found guilty in a Title IX case against me in college. This is incorrect. I began making a Title IX complaint against my main accuser (DD) in August 2016. DD then filed one against me in retaliation with accusations from 2013. The case against me lasted months and concluded that their accusations had no merit. Pitzerâs Title IX office has a reputation for being strong. It has expelled several students before. Although, I always want to cast doubt on these procedures as they have historically failed our communities. As DD already graduated and I was graduating in a few weeks, I saw no reason to move forward with the case against them. I now regret this as I have screenshots of DD attempting to coerce me into sexual acts with them. However, all my college could do was involve police when they entered campus. I reject the use of police in any of these situations.
7. Now for the more heavy claim that I take very seriously: two other people (TLB and M) have appeared on Twitter with allegations that I cannot ensure are false. The one of them that I recognize (TLB) is one of my main accuser (DD)âs closest friends. They state I added an additional finger into them without consent in Winter 2014, when I was 19. There are many important details they left out of the post. First, the post was written by DD, which you can easily tell based on the distinctive language. The writing style does not match that of the person making the claims. It was also written 1 day after DD regained access to their Facebook in 2016. I donât bring this up to discredit them but do think you deserve to know the circumstances.
I want to give more context as to why I havenât addressed this claim. This is the first time Iâve seen the full post too. I was not aware of the seriousness of the accusations. I am familiar with this individual using the language of âdiscomfortâ around that night from my 2016 Title IX case when DD brought them in to bolster their narrative. I believe this is why DD wrote the post at that time. I have not heard âassaultâ until now, 4 years later.
TLBâs post left out two more crucial details that change their story: (1) my main accuser, DD, was involved in this interaction and (2) TLB explicitly told us that if they were penetrated, they would likely bleed because they had sex with someone else earlier that day. They consented to penetration recognizing this likelihood but did not knowingly consent to the additional finger being added. This does not make it their fault - the fault is all my own. TLB does not contest these above-mentioned crucial points yet still omitted them from their post.
TLB claims everything was consensual except that I âintentionallyâ (in their words) added another finger without asking. I recall this interaction because I felt terrible about making them bleed afterward. I asked, âIs this okay?â while gesturing to adding another finger. TLB replied, âyeah.â I then noticed there was a small amount of blood on my hand, commented that they were bleeding, and immediately stopped. It was all within a matter of seconds. DD loves to focus of gross, graphic details and fixated on this while writing TLBâs post. Afterwards, as TLB mention, I comforted them and profusely apologized. In retrospect, I now realize TLB may have understood âis this okay?â to be a check-in rather than asking for permission. It is likely they didnât see what I gestured to. The event was not intentional but intent is not the same as impact. Since I learned about their discomfort years ago, I made sure to explicitly state what Iâm doing and track the individualâs eyes when I ask for consent. I want to fully recognize that consent without knowledge of whatâs happening to oneâs body isnât truly consent. I believe TLBâs post is truthful, although the way DD wrote it leaves out crucial details about the interaction.
8. The second new person (M) I do not recognize and would appreciate if they could reach out to me or find a mediator to speak. I am happy to find a neutral party if possible. If their vague accusations are true, I want to be accountable in whatever way is appropriate. However, I cannot do this without knowing any of the details about this serious claim. I do not know if I have met them before or the exact nature of their accusation.
9. Next, I want this to turn into a discussion about consent. Because TLBâs accusation is based on a shift in what we were doing, I want to ask if youâve asked consent and verbally confirmed with every person youâve interacted with before for every change in what you were doing? Did you ensure that they knew exactly what you were asking? Did you ask when you shifted positions? If youâre sexually active, you almost certainly havenât 100% of the time. This is not an excuse to avoid asking consent. Itâs not a dismissal of how much harm breaching consent can do to someone. Itâs a request for all of us to do better, something I have actively worked on since the events when I was a teenager. Consent is required every time. Making sure your partner(s) understand what youâre asking is too. I want to shine light onto the details and be accountable for where I made mistakes, in not checking in explicitly enough. I cannot confirm this person understood what I was asking and I believe their post.
10. Being involved in transformative justice organizing in queer/trans/feminist spaces also brings up many more questions. I have been sexually assaulted and raped by multiple people in the past. I have never gone public about any of these accusations aside from DD, and have instead sent these individuals information to hold themselves accountable. Perhaps I have too much faith in them. But I have seen concrete changes in some. I know at least one has received a separate callout post, which has simply pushed them into a different city to continue causing harm. I do not believe any of these individuals, including DD, are disposable. Disposability is the only result of this form of calling out. Accountability for them means education and dialogue to ensure they never cause harm again. It does not mean killing them. It also does not necessarily mean forgiveness either, which is not what I ask for.
I am disappointed in seeing Twitter users claiming to be ârestorative justice feministsâ then calling for my murder/exclusion without any of this context. Forcing people who have caused harm into different spaces away from you will just cause harm in the new spaces. I have seen this in people who have assaulted me and my friends who have been accused of assault. I strive to hold my friends accountable when I see them mess up just as I hope they will do for me.
In my own case, is adding an additional finger without the person being aware of what I was asking enough to call for my death, unemployment, or excommunication from all community spaces? Does it mean Iâm a danger to those around me? None of this is an excuse or minimization for how TLB must feel. However, for the sake of the people who have assaulted me, my community, and myself, it is a plea to find ways of holding one another accountable without death threats, dehumanization, or objectification. Anyone is capable of causing harm, even you.
11. Speaking of different forms of accountability, I have actually taken up all the requests from my main accuser, DD, whether because I believe them entirely (as is the case in their claims of ableism - I took classes on disability); because I want to do my due diligence (attending several comprehensive educational courses on consent and years of therapy); or simply by coincidence (aging out of TSER). DD even suggested I enter academia (as shown in their screenshots), which I enjoy and will continue to be a part of. Claiming I shouldnât be here is actually against the requests of DD. I am sorry to DD and TLB for harm I have caused them. But âsorryâ will never cut it. This is why I have taken these years of additional measures. I have not heard any claims against me following consent trainings. I have confirmed with my institutions there were no complaints against me since then.
12. Finally, there are two main points in this post: (1) Donât believe everything you read on the internet. You need to do your due diligence before sharing any callout posts with limited context, especially against trans women and organizers. The burden of proof should fall on the accused (me) in cases of sexual violence, which I have provided in detail in both this and in my previous posts. (2) My existence isnât putting anyone in danger. The rhetoric of âsafetyâ that merely tries to remove someone from a space without investigation is dangerous. Despite what you may believe, you have family members, friends, teachers, colleagues, and authority figures who have assaulted people before. It does not reflect who they are. What does is how they respond to it. I have taken steps toward accountability processes for years since these events when I was a teenager, which I have not seen mentioned in the callout posts. Responses to these actions that call for my murder or excommunication ignore the requests of the accusers. I will continue to take further steps as I learn new information. I will find new steps to ensure accountability and have already reached out to community members who can facilitate this.
As always, you can message me for more information. I have links, screenshots, and more. Click here for my original response to DD. If you have more information I should add to this post, please let me know.
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All too true
I have extreme mental limitations, I have always been unable to process or function like neuro-typical people. I thought it was just school.
Only to find it followed me through jobs and ultimately friendships/relationships.
I do not retain information, itâs very selective, I can only absorb things in very limited amounts, and if Iâm going to follow through with anything, it must be written down and reviewed consistently until completion.
I only thrive on consistency, simplicity, and routine, in a clean and stable, safe environment.
I thrive when I set my own limitations and boundaries and stick to what âIâ know I can handle.
This is debilitating.
Iâve only ever been able to experience this bliss and ease a few times throughout my life, and itâs when Iâve been completely single.
But then. Iâm alone. And I love having someone to do life with, to share a bed with, to be committed to.
And then I make mistakes of being vulnerable and trusting peopleâs words that âthey can handle itâ.
And for a while they âcanâ.
They can handle it, but they donât understand it.
And. Life happens, and Iâve found again and again âIâ am inept to handling what life throws my way.
I consider myself adaptable, because of everything I have been through, but I absolutely get overwhelmed and broken FAR easier and quicker than most.
People love me in a way, people see my good intentions.
But thatâs not enough. A desire to function doesnât cut it.
My depression, anxiety, mental delays, mental limitations, trauma, my baggage... my 3 babies.
No ones actually capable of taking that on.
I donât blame them. I canât even do it.
Iâm lost.
My mom couldnât âsaveâ me, neither could G-d, not a therapist, and obviously not myself.
This life is fucking harsh and getting worse. And this probably seems like a stupid 1st world, white privilege, snowflake post.
But I canât create my own break, this is 28 years, this isnât something that I can just manifest out of.
This is what my life is and will continue to be no matter what. Thereâs no cure for me. The medication just makes it so I donât get worse, but it doesnât help me get better.
And Iâm tired.
So. Fucking. Tired.
And because of it all, someone I deeply deeply love, isnât able to endure this as my husband. And why should he. Heâs young, he has more opportunity without me. He can do life easier without me. Without what I bring to the table. He can find another nice person. Heâs found another nice person, who is on his level, who I introduced him to.
And I feel like Iâm always betraying myself.
At the end of the day, Iâm passive, Iâm naive, Iâm malleable, Iâm sensitive, Iâm cautious and kind, and care far too much, and over analyze and these arenât terms people state in vows, these arenât values people dream about in a partner. In fact they have constantly been ridiculed. And it sucks having who you inherently are, be insufficient.
If any of you made it this far through my spill of thoughts and you know of any trials for like brain swapping/transplants, some eternal sunshine of the spotless mind type shit, anything that could alleviate this, so I can have a chance to live, and to be loved, and be a mother again, thatâd be great.
Also, I have no therapist, so thanks for listening for free.
There's just this fucking perpetual cycle.
It's like the chicken and the egg which came first.
That's how I feel about each day.
It's just this endless cycle I wake up left with the agony of the night, when I am suppose to be healing and analyzing the events of my day and resting, instead it's infiltrated with trauma and all the what if's and the reality I've put myself in, and I wake up, and have to adjust, have to get up and do something to start forgetting, to distract myself, and my day becomes filled with distractions and myself making excuses and telling myself it's going to be okay, until the sun starts to bury itself and the doom of what to expect while I sleep creeps up on me, and there's the few hours where there's nothing left to do with my day and I'm left with my thoughts, no distractions and I have to sit there and talk myself into immersing myself in my nightmare trauma induced routine, because it's better then being awake and thinking about it all.
And the amount of turmoil and energy that is used to create a fantasy during the day to survive and then having to betray yourself to be able to sleep at night.
And then day in and day out have no absolute to hold on to, except that one day you will die. And when the only thing you have to hold on to is the euphoric idea of it all being over... well that creates its own struggles.
This is why I cry all the time.
Guilty as charged.
Part 1 of 3
I had my first sexual encounter when I was 12 driving with my cousin in the back of an SUV.
Our parents silhouettes in front of us. We were both minors and I was curious, and after all I was adopted, so we werenât âreallyâ cousins.
But we both knew it was wrong.
Shortly after, I started having sex.
I had found a short lived power in being available for lustful interactions, because who else was putting out at that age...?
Somewhere in there is a mixed up desire to have a man for each of my needs, as my mother had explained to me the luxury of having men, bring you food, or pay for gas, give you rides, etc. and then proceeded to show me pictures of her in revealing (not in a derogatory way) free spirited outfits from the 70âs era and I wanted to follow suit.
Include an additional mix of teenage angst, confusion and misdirected hormones, I soon found I was in over my head.
It didnât help that a year later the movie Thirteen came out and I chose these main characters to be my dysfunctional idols. The way men looked at them, I wanted that, so I continued to âfine tuneâ my interactions.
From being fucked on a log at my middle school and behind the auditorium, to the tiled bar where I would continue to eat meals with my mother and her friends for years to come, to an all time low of fucking my âboyfriendsâ best friend on a disgusting throw away chair in an alley behind our karate studio.
I was active. And I liked it. And even though we were a bunch of stupid teenagers, I was never âunder the influenceâ and I always âpursuedâ them, and they always seemed to ask âare you sure?â so even though my young undeveloped brain was making these decisions I feel like it was always consensual. I never once felt violated.
By the time I was 19 I had over 100 different sexual encounters. With maybe 3 actual relationships somewhere in there. And for WHATEVER FUCKING REASON. I remained unaffected by sti/stdâs. Which I feel is somehow fucked up.
But this is just a preface for the main part of my story.
Just thought Iâd quit my job and do full time face and body painting.
Come see what I can whip out!
And while youâre waiting @bee-girlfriends will be doing Tarot readings, if youâre into that sort of thing.
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âtheyâ (1 word) is shorter than âhe or sheâ (3 words)
âtheyâ is more inclusive than âhe/sheâ
âthemselfâ flows more naturally than âhim or herselfâ
âtheyâ is less clunky than â(s)heâ
itâs time to replace the awkward âshe or heâ
âhey can you go ask they what does they want for dinner, and when is they coming over to watch movies with they?â
âHey, can you go ask them what they want for dinner, and when theyâre coming over to watch movies?â
Step one is learning how to talk like a human person.
Friendly reminder:
âI shouldnât like to punish anyone, even if theyâd done me wrong.â âGeorge Eliot, The Mill on the Floss (1860)
âA person canât help their birth.â âWilliam Thackeray, Vanity Fair (1848)
âBut to expose the former faults of any person, without knowing what their present feelings were, seemed unjustifiable.â âJane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (1813)
âEvery Fool can do as theyâre bid.â âJonathan Swift, Polite Conversation (1738)
âSo likewise shall my heavenly Father do also unto you, if ye from your hearts forgive not every one his brother their trespasses.â âKing James Bible, Matthew 18:35 (transl. 1611)
âGod send every one their heartâs desire!â âWilliam Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (~1600)
âNow this king did keepe a great house, that euerie body might come and take their meat freely.â âSir Philip Sidney, the Arcadia (1580)
âIf ⊠a psalme scape any person, or a lesson, or els yt they omyt one verse or twayneâŠâ âWilliam Bonde, The Pylgrimage of Perfection (1526)
âAnd whoso fyndeth hym out of swich blame, / They wol come up and offre a GoddĂ©s nameâ âGeoffrey Chaucer, The Pardonerâs Tale (~1380)
âĂŸan hastely hiÈed eche wiÈt on hors & on fote, / huntyng wiÈt houndes alle heie wodes, / til ĂŸei neyÈĂŸed so neiÈh to nymphe ĂŸe soĂŸe [Then hastily hied each person on horse and on foot / hunting with hounds all the high woods / âtil they came so near, to tell the truth]â âWilliam and the Werwolf (transl. ~1350-1375)
âBath ware made sun and mon, / AiĂŸer wit ĂŸer ouen light [Both were made sun and moon / Either with their own light]â âCursor Mundi (~1325)
Weâve been using they/them/their pronouns to indicate a person with unspecified gender for a long ass fucking time. The only reason itâs become a big issue lately is because it can be used as a semi-respectful term for trans and non-binary folks and we canât have that can we
These fucks are literally trying to change our language to hurt trans/nb folks, and claiming thatâs just the way its always been
how did that person forget the word âthemâ
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Goth milfâŠ.
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@bee-girlfriends shiit I thought this was someone with a speech impediment saying got milk.
When you watch a video of your ex husband of 8 years propose to your childrenâs old babysitter đđœđđœ gânight
Iâm strengthening my back bone again.
here, have some happy girls and their girlfriends/wives/significant others â„
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