Trans men aren't allowed to do anything. You're not allowed to be gay or else you're "forcing gay men to have sex with a vagina" even if you don't bottom or even if you don't have a vagina at all. Can't be straight or else you're a predatory butch lesbian tricking (cishet) women into having sex with a woman, even if your partner knew you were trans and still consented. Can't be a lesbian or else you're a scary man invading women's spaces and "misgendering yourself" even if you've identified as a lesbian for your entire life before transitioning. Even if your body perfectly passes as cisgender, having sex with a cis person without telling them you're trans when they consented to it is still rape somehow. Every single thing you could identify as has some kind of predatory alterior motive and yet when you point this out, you get gaslit and told "Uh, no, trans men aren't seen as sexual predators, that only happens to trans women."
You're not allowed to be happy or else it's cringe. You're not allowed to be sad or else you're overreacting and playing victim and just simply being annoying. You're not allowed to be mad or else you're a mean scary unreasonable tranny--oh wait sorry I forgot trans men can't reclaim that word. Trans men can't reclaim any slur. We don't have the same exact experiences as cis gay men so we can't say faggot, and even though a lot of us grew up being called and perceived as "dykes" we can't say that either because we aren't women. Trans men also can't be T4T because like one Craigslist post from 20 years ago said so or some shit like that? Trans men also can't have a toy shark from IKEA. Or call themselves femboys because that's a transmisogynistic slur. Or call themselves eggs. Trans men aren't even actually trans. Just stop existing. Just die. But no one hates you. Transandrophobia isn't real you hysterical dumbass. Lmao.
Hey. If you have a Discord server that is this comfortable using a fantasy slur so often and not even with the excuse of roleplaying...
...Then you fucking suck and your server's vibes are rancid. Like. Really? "Knife eared tree fuckers"? Just say r*dskin at this point you clearly want to lmfao.
Seriously actually! You are no better than the racist TikTokers obsessed "robot slurs"! Which, if you need an explanation as to why it is just poorly cloaked racism and not at all funny, here you go!
Tommy’s been around the block. He’s heard pretty much every homophobic slur in modern day use, and had most of them thrown his way at some point. Not to say that he’s used to it, not by any means. It still irritates him, still pisses him off, but he’s got a thicker skin now than he did when he was younger. He’s grown into himself, is more confident and comfortable than he’s ever been.
Evan is… To say he’s unconfident isn’t correct. And to say he’s uncomfortable with their relationship isn’t right either. But it’s new to him. This is new to him. Being with another man, maneuvering around the mire of bigotry that still courses through people. Los Angeles is a liberal place, but it’s far from perfect.
They’re at the beach. Tommy doesn’t go often enough, considering how close it is. The water’s too cold for Tommy’s taste right now, winter weather still clinging stubbornly to the beginnings of spring. But it’s bright and clear, just like the sky, just like Evan’s eyes. They’re walking along the surf; Evan’s hand is firmly in his. Evan keeps stopping them to duck down and grab shells out of the sand, holding it up and talking excitedly about bivalves and snails.
“Is it true that oysters are an aphrodisiac?” Tommy asks, pitching his voice just low enough that Evan’s grin turns sly and excited, “Because I’m thinking seafood for dinner.”
“Not necessarily,” Evan says, nudging their shoulders together and squeezing Tommy’s fingers, “But they’ve got high levels of zinc, which can slightly increase testosterone.”
Evan wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and pokes his tongue out from between his teeth, pink and wet. Tommy opens his mouth to say something dumb about how he’s very familiar with his own testosterone levels, when someone next to them says loudly and clearly–
“Faggots.”
Evan jerks like he’s been slapped, face immediately going bright red. There’s a collection of snickers, and they turn to see a group of six young men. They look college age, in varying stages of sunburnt and tan, loitering together around a collection of folding beach chairs. There’s a veritable mound of empty hard seltzer cans around them.
“Excuse me?” Evan snaps, already turning on his heel to take a step in their direction.
Tommy tightens his grip on Evan’s hand.
“Nothing,” One of the men smirks. He’s wearing a pair of sunglasses, mirrored and tinted to an obnoxious shade of orange, “Didn’t say anything.”
“Really?” Evan snaps, “Sounded like something to me.”
“Sounds like you’re hearing shit,” Another guy says, goading and slurred. He’s got a snapback tipped sideways on his head.
All six of them start laughing to themselves again. Tommy watches as Evan’s free hand clenches into a fist.
“Baby,” Tommy says firmly, reaching out to snag Evan’s other arm, “They’re just a group of drunk dumbasses, let’s go.”
“Yeah, baby,” Orange sunglasses call out meanly, “Listen to your boyfriend.”
Tommy snorts derisively, and twists to press a dirty little kiss to Evan’s scowling mouth. The kiss is just long enough for Tommy to nip at Evan’s lower lip, to taste the surprised noise he makes in response. The laughter wobbles, turns confused. Tommy pulls back.
“Cackle all you want,” Tommy says, flipping them off, “Baby here’s guaranteed to get his dick wet tonight, and it looks like you six are just guaranteed to feel like shit tomorrow.”
They all blink stupidly at him, temporarily unsure of how to respond. Tommy takes advantage of it to tug Evan close, and uses the momentum of that to turn the two of them around towards the parking lot.
“Assholes,” Evan grumbles, glaring at them over his shoulder, before turning his attention back to Tommy, “What the fuck?”
“Yeah,” Tommy hums in agreement, turning his own head to press a softer, sweeter kiss to Evan’s birthmark, “C’mon, let's go get a shitton of oysters. You can tell me all about their mucus while we suck on those, and then when we get home I’ll suck on you.”
Evan huffs out a reluctant laugh.
“Sweet talker,” Evan says, “It’s called liquor, and it’s basically seawater and oyster juice.”
“Exactly,” Tommy nods seriously, “Mucus.”
Evan twines their fingers together. Tommy rubs his thumb across Evan’s knuckles. Behind them, the drunks have apparently gotten their words back, and shout something incoherent that would probably get censored on prime time tv.
I am so tied of misogynist slurs. So. Fucking. Tired. Can't see a joke without one. Blazed post randomly calling a theoretical woman a bitch. The male coworker "now, I would use this word for a man too" yeah I fucking know you would, I know you would use a word that likens a man to a woman as an insult. How about instead of the disclaimer you just shut the fuck up? Hear and see these slurs in casual settings, in professional settings; library employees, local government employees, university employees. My female friend knows how I feel about them and uses them in front of me anyway, including directed at women. Called her problem coworker a whore out of nowhere during her rant the other day. Guess what? You call a woman a misogynist slur I immediately don't believe anything you say about her. If you were going for my sympathy you failed spectacularly. That year I went to the lake to hang out and enjoy adventure and someone had spray painted CUNT on a large boulder. Songs, jokes, announcements, descriptions. Can I just go ONE FUCKING DAY without hearing a misogynist slur?
