TERFs feel ownership over transmasc bodies. We already know they think we don’t deserve to make our own decisions about what to do with them, that we’re mentally ill or delusional or autistic or just trying to escape misogyny. But I also think they look at us and see nothing but themselves. They see their pain, their trauma, what they could have become if only things were different. And they conclude that, therefore, they know better than us. They know what we really need: to be converted to TERFism and detransitioned. After all, we’re ruining our poor, beautiful, fertile “female” bodies that they so covet.
This happens a hundredfold when the transmasc in question is their own kid. My transphobic mother would tell me my body is hers and therefore she could do whatever she wanted with it. She was joking until she wasn’t. TERF moms act as though it’s their own breasts being “cut off,” testosterone being put in their own bodies, their own uterus being removed, without their consent. They’ll tell you to your face they know you better than you know yourself, their words dripping with manufactured sympathy, because after all we’re the same: we’re both “female.”
If you haven’t already, please familiarize yourself with how radical feminism looks and how to spot a TERF beyond them saying they hate trans women. You don’t want to see these people around for any longer than it takes to block them.
5/4/2024: hello there, my name is Equinox, i am a schizophrenic disabled trans person dealing with psoriatic arthritis, hypermobile ehlers-danlos syndrome, fibromyalgia, degenerative disc disease, and other health problems. i am recovering from homelessness and fleeing domestic violence. after months of living in hotels and staying with friends when and where i can going from abusive situation to abusive situation, i finally have an apartment for myself through a government program for severely disabled people.
i need help with my electric bill, it is due on 5/14/2024. i need to keep the power on for obvious reasons, but also for my job, as i work from home. i sell handmade jewelry as well as traditional paintings, which you can find on my Ko-fi below
if you are interested in helping, you can do so these ways:
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On Friendship.
btw dating sucks as a concept.
saw a video of a woman suffering postpartum psychosis who couldn't be around the baby for safety and one of the comments was "it's supposed to take a village to raise a child" and this really is such a good example of why community support is so important and how the nuclear family fails to address a child's needs. a child's parents even when they are 'good' parents are simply not always going to be available physically and emotionally when needed for a variety of reasons, and the less stress added to these situations, the better it is for everyone, including the child.
The extreme difference between these photos is mind boggling
How this country treats someone who (ALLEGEDLY) killed ONE PERSON
Verses how this country treats a man who has and continues to bomb people he knows are innocent…
Update: and the one on the left possibly faces the death penalty. Here’s my thoughts.
Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives
i think that all the people who argue about gender by saying "the woke left cant even define a woman" need to get hit with the "who are you" question by a buddhist monk. no, thats your name, who are you. no thats your profession, who are YOU. no you fucking idiot thats your species, who are YOUU. dumb bitch u cant even define yourself
one of the legendary copypastas of the russian internet, courtesy of 2ch
translation:
My dad creates some fucked up dishes.
Here’s an average recipe, since there are a lot of variations.
There’s soup, the soup isn’t heated, heating isn’t what my dad is all about. He takes this soup, dumps it into the pan and starts frying. Adds tons of onions, garlic, bell and black peppers, FLOUR!! for viscosity, tomato sauce on top. This is all fried until it starts smoking. Then it’s taken off the fire and cools down on the balcony. Then dad brings it back and, after generously pouring mayo over it, starts eating. He eats it directly from the pan, scraping it with a spoon. Eats it and half-whispers “oh fuck”. While he’s doing all that he even starts sweating. Sometimes he graciously offers me some, but I turn him down. Do I even need to say what wild farts he has afterwards? The stench is so bad, it peels the wallpaper off the walls.
This is a reminder to:
Never mention a possible pregnancy/abortion to anyone, especially not through a social media app messaging service such as messenger, WhatsApp, Instagram DMs, Snapchat, etc.
Delete all period tracking apps and to start tracking using a planner or physical calendar
Book appointments for a form of birth control if possible, or to always carry condoms for yourself and other
Look into sterilization options if that is the route you want to go down (here is a list of 1000 doctors willing to sterilize you without a fight)
Protect your fellow person, protect the women in your life, the queer people, the disabled people, everyone will be affected by this
Form communities. Tell your people that you love them. Protect one another. Check in on one another. None of us are alone.
shit(and sometimes serious)posts of a 22yo trans man
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