No, I’m Not A Terf

a woman will cut her hair short, die it blue and call herself nonbinary and think she really did something.

All women are forced to live under an arbitrary and unfair system which sorts us into the categories of “Fuckable” and “Worthless.”

I am really thankful that I wasn’t sent to therapy as a young GNC child and told to put my body on hormones and undergo surgery so I would “feel better”. I am thankful I realized that being GNC was something that stemmed from the prison of femininity and that gender and gender roles are both inherently fake and serve to hurt women more than anything else.

“Because I feel that I am a woman, therefore you must treat me as if I actually am, otherwise you are transphobic. As I insist on participating as a woman in your groups, gatherings, or spaces you also must forgo discussing anything about your female socialization, female anatomy, or female functions because it hurts my feelings. It hurts my feelings because I was neither socialized as a girl nor am I capable of experiencing what the female body experiences from cradle to grave. But if you about this I am reminded then that I am not female, and therefore not really a woman. My experience of feeling like a woman must not be invalidated by your experiences of being a woman, therefore I will shame you for being female, teach you in university to estrange your body from your mind, make your distinct physicality and oppression that is specific to your sex irrelevant in the laws of the land or anything that names our differences until there is only the mind. Now only how I think about about your body is real. Mind over body. Mind over matter. Spirit over matter/mater/mother. A woman is anyone who says they are a woman. My word is now more real than your mitochondrial DNA. Accept that by my word, you really don’t exist.”