This is exactly what trans activists should be doing instead of forcing their way into female only spaces- everyone deserves to be able to go into their own space surrounded by people with similar experiences and feel safe and accepted.
This is what they need and it isn’t intruding on feminism. Bravo
any space that allows males automatically becomes a male space.
that is why female-only spaces are necessary, thanks
I see this in preschool classrooms. I LOVE that little boys and girls play so well together, most of the time. But if there’s a set of toys out: blocks, lego, cars, finger puppets, role play; something involving construction, testing or making; if the space is “for everyone” the boys will absolutely dominate it. The girls are very capable, and excited to use the materials too, but intentional strategies have to be implemented by their educator to ensure everyone gets a chance. Without intervention these areas inevitably become boy-zones.
If I may add my own experience: A few years ago I had to have surgery at a children’s hospital even though I was 24 because that’s where my surgeon preferred to do operations. Luckily I was by myself pretty much the whole time in recovery (screaming kids are not conducive to a healing environment) but on my last day there they ran out of room and had to bunk me with two little girls. They were perfectly nice though, quietly reading or doing schoolwork or whatever.
So the nurses take the not-too-sick kids to a bigger room for some group playtime, but neither of the little girls seemed thrilled to go. I’d been talking to them for most of the morning so I asked what was wrong. “Then we’d have to hang out with the boys,” one of the girls told me. I was like, “Ah yes, boys are icky, I totally get it.” But turns out that was not the issue.
I ended up getting dragged along with my roomies to the playroom where I see exactly what they meant. Of maybe 15 kids, every single boy, minus one quiet one, was screaming and crying and throwing toys and arguing with their parents. All the girls, on the other hand, are reading, coloring, or watching TV. I get that it’s not always so black and white like that, but it was seriously split right down the middle. Like have you ever seen a cheesy sitcom where the character’s like “Ok, now if everything just stays perfectly calm like this, it’ll be ok!” And then he leaves the room for literally two seconds and returns to find everything on fire? That’s kind of the boy and girl sections of the playroom looked, perfectly fine and then a disaster area.
I wasn’t even thinking in terms of males vs. females at the time; I just saw well-behaved kids vs. loud obnoxious kids, so I asked the nurse on the way back why they didn’t separate the overactive kids from the ones that wanted play nicely. She just sighed and said they used to do that by splitting up boys and girls, but the boys were such rampaging little monsters that having the girls there with them actually seemed to calm them down a bit. The girls, evidently, would just have to make do with babysitting a bunch of brats their own ages.
Someone show me one example of this ever happening.
I’ll wait.
Meanwhile in Trannyland…
when ur a narcissistic breeder & u can’t decide if today is an “evil dykes think im a dirty cum stained cockmongler” day or an “evil dykes find me entirely irresistible tee hee” day
Nice receipt. He literally admits he wants to trick women into having sex with him.
That’s rape.
Like, these men are a VERY REAL THREAT TO LESBIANS and people are bending over backwards to defend them and their abusive politics towards lesbians. Like they are literally entertained by the idea of raping a lesbian and posting illicit pictures of the disgusting crime to torment the victim and other non-dick serving lesbians who want nothing to do with their lesbian-fetishizing predatory asses. This is a classic example of antisocial heterosexual male behavior.
This happened last week, but I only got to hear about the fallout today.
My husband and I were flying home with our two small children, but didn’t get seated together. No big deal, we just split into two groups. My youngest daughter, who is 4, and I head back to our window and middle seat to find a guy in his 20s in our window seat. Knowing that it can be unpleasant to sit next to a family, on our way down we bought a drink shared snacks with our seat neighbors. I asked him to check his ticket, as I thought he might be in ours. He immediately got very rude and refused, putting in ear buds.
In an illuminating YouTube video, Carey Callahan, a young liberal woman, describes her “de-transition” from identifying as a “transman” and exposes some inconvenient truths about the “trans” community on which the mainstream press never reports:
“I used to believe I was…a trans guy, and I stopped believing that….When I was trans…I felt that my trans identity should not be pathologized, that it was a healthy beautiful thing…that I was making these decisions from a clear state of mind….Looking back, I do not think I was in a clear state of mind, and I absolutely think that I was operating under some delusional ideas about what it would take to pass as a dude. The feelings that I had interpreted as gender dysphoria were actually long-term trauma symptoms that I had never addressed.
Every step of the process, every step I took in affirming that trans identity, life got worse….People in my little trans bubble were some of the most anxious people I’ve ever met…and coping with it in a real weird way. Lots of everyday drug use, eating disorders, compulsive working out…lots of over-the-top sex stuff, cutting, alcoholism….It was obvious that people…were not doing well.”
Another de-transitioner, this one a young man who had been pretending to be a woman, explains his epiphany regarding his “transition”:
“I felt like I was just doing something [i.e., “transitioning”] I didn’t need to do. I don’t feel that it 100% came from me. I don’t feel that organically, by myself, I would have done that. It was just something that the circumstances I was in, and the surroundings I was in, the influences I had…made me make these moves….At some point, I realized…I really didn’t want to do it. People told me that I would have less doubts and I would feel super confident and sure of myself as a female when I took the hormones, but honestly as soon as I got on them, I started questioning myself more and more.”
A de-transitioner who calls herself “Crash” shares her convictions regarding the tragic reasons many women adopt a male identity:
“Sometimes women take on a trans identity and transition due to trauma that we live through….I don’t think many people know this….I know a lot of other women who feel like their dysphoria or trans identity or transition…were a reaction to trauma. For those of us who transition, we didn’t go into our transitions…thinking that we’re reacting to trauma….We had dysphoria that we were trying to alleviate by changing our bodies….
Some women end up identifying as trans…because we lived through trauma that is in some way connected with us being women, with having a female body….A lot of us survive sexual violence. We were raped or survived some other kind of assault. A lot of us are child sexual abuse survivors. Some of us were attacked for being lesbians…My mom’s suicide played a huge role.”
Of the many tragic consequences of this science-denying sexuality dogma is the fact that “transitioning” is harming people. Society is marching blindfolded into a brave new dystopian world whose victims are increasingly children who will one day tell their stories of regret—stories like that of de-transitioner, Cari Stella, who “transitioned socially at 15,” started taking testosterone at 17, had a double mastectomy at 20, de-transitioned at 22, and recently said this:
“[De-transitioners] are not just statistics….We’re real people….I’m a real live 22-year-old woman with a scarred chest, a broken voice, and a five o’clock shadow.”
I sought out a prominent gender psychologist for evaluation, and he quickly assured me that I obviously suffered from gender dysphoria. A gender change, he told me, was the cure. Feeling that I had nothing to lose and thrilled that I could finally attain my lifelong dream, I underwent a surgical change at the age of forty-two. My new identity as Laura Jensen, female, was legally affirmed on my birth record, Social Security card, and driver’s license. I was now a woman in everyone’s eyes.
The gender conflict seemed to fade away, and I was generally happy for a while.
It’s hard for me to describe what happened next. The reprieve provided by surgery and life as a woman was only temporary. Hidden deep underneath the make-up and female clothing was the little boy carrying the hurts from traumatic childhood events, and he was making himself known. Being a female turned out to be only a cover-up, not healing.
I knew I wasn’t a real woman, no matter what my identification documents said. I had taken extreme steps to resolve my gender conflict, but changing genders hadn’t worked. It was obviously a masquerade. I felt I had been lied to. How in the world had I reached this point? How did I become a fake woman? I went to another gender psychologist, and she assured me that I would be fine; I just needed to give my new identity as Laura more time. I had a past, a battered and broken life that living as Laura did nothing to dismiss or resolve. Feeling lost and depressed, I drank heavily and considered suicide.
At the three-year mark of life as Laura, my excessive drinking brought me to a new low. At my lowest point, instead of committing suicide I sought help at an alcohol recovery meeting. My sponsor, a lifeline of support and accountability, mentored me in how to live life free from alcohol.
Sobriety was the first of several turning points in my transgender life.
As Laura, I entered a two-year university program to study the psychology of substance and alcohol abuse. I achieved higher grades than my classmates, many of whom had PhDs. Still, I struggled with my gender identity. It was all so puzzling. What was the point of changing genders if not to resolve the conflict? After eight years of living as a woman, I had no lasting peace. My gender confusion only seemed to worsen.
During an internship in a psychiatric hospital, I worked alongside a medical doctor on a lock-down unit. After some observation, he took me aside and told me I showed signs of having a dissociative disorder. Was he right? Had he found the key that would unlock a childhood lost? Rather than going to gender-change activist psychologists like the one who had approved me for surgery, I sought the opinions of several “regular” psychologists and psychiatrists who did not see all gender disorders as transgender. They agreed: I fit the criteria for dissociative disorder.
It was maddening. Now it was apparent that I had developed a dissociative disorder in childhood to escape the trauma of the repeated cross-dressing by my grandmother and the sexual abuse by my uncle. That should have been diagnosed and treated with psychotherapy. Instead, the gender specialist never considered my difficult childhood or even my alcoholism and saw only transgender identity. It was a quick jump to prescribe hormones and irreversible surgery. Years later, when I confronted that psychologist, he admitted that he should not have approved me for surgery.
While I’m at it, I’m really not happy with the way Tumblr is restoring “the innocence of youth” culture to 1990s-purity-ring levels.
It’s somehow transmuted a few good principles–adults shouldn’t have sex with underage people, underage people shouldn’t take part in porn, very young children shouldn’t be exposed to explicit sexuality–into bullshit like:
– All fiction involving underage sexuality, even non-sensationalized written descriptions of the kind of sexual relationships teenagers often have with each other, is child porn
– Sex education that talks about dealing with STIs and pregnancy and rape is okay, but teaching teenagers about sexual pleasure is gross and anyone who does it is probably a pedophile
– People under 18 all find sexuality frightening or offputting and don’t want to be exposed to it (I’m sure some feel that way, but if you think this is a universal or majority thing, wow, you must’ve gone to a very different high school than I did)
– Having adult content somewhere that minors could stumble across it is as bad as going to the playground and pushing it in kindergarteners’ faces
– Even acknowledging the existence of underage sexuality is suspicious, why would you be talking about this if you weren’t some kind of pedophile
It’s tough to talk about this because it immediately puts you in the company of people who really are being creepy about it, but I think it’s important to push back against these things. Young people have sexualities, they aren’t “innocent” and many of them don’t want to be, and it is possible to acknowledge these facts without exploiting them.
Honestly, this is already giving too much credit to the purity politicians on this and similar websites, because I very much have been called a child molester for explaining to people how to identify the symptoms of date rape drugs in their friends. WHich is exactly the sort of “safety based sex education” that people will claim gets a pass in this atmosphere of shame and persecution. And yet, here we are.
I really wanted to draw up some Pokemon Gijinkas, so I asked folks on twitter to tell me their fav pokes and I pulled from there~
Partially the more popular ones, partially ones I just thought were fun! Can you tell who is who?? (If you can’t, you can always just check the tags, lol))
Big Mean Sweaty Dyke 