Dumb shit and deep shit

Transandrophobia is not real.

You are experiencing transphobia. That's the word. No one* is systemically oppressed for being a man. Intersectionality does not apply to people who are only oppressed under one axis of oppression. If you're a straight, white trans man, the discrimination you face is transphobia. If you're a gay and white trans men, then you face transphobia and homophobia. If you're talking about the way women in your community treat you because you're masc presenting, that's just misogyny negatively affecting you, the same way it does for cis people men who are constantly regarded as dangerous because of the actions of other men.

Transmisandry is not real. If someone is a misandrist, they don't give a fuck if you're trans. Man=enemy regardless, unless they also happen to be a transphobe. Someone thinking you're an asshole and treating you accordingly does not make them a bigot.

If you see something that triggers you, you don't need to respond. Some of y'all should get way friendlier with the block button.

Lastly, I think that some of us, in all places on the gender spectrum, should reflect on the ease with which young people fall victim to reactionary movements and thinking, and pay more attention to the similarities between the brain of a teenager and the brain of someone just starting hormones. This community needs patience and understanding more than anything, and our rights erode more every day that we spend fighting amongst ourselves.

Transandrophobia is a dog whistle designed to divide us. There's nothing this word describes that isn't just transphobia (the irrational fear of gnc people)

Trans misandry is a dog whistle designed to divide us. There is nothing described by this word that isn't already covered by transphobia/misogyny, or by the well documented ways patriarchy has been negatively affecting cis men for centuries.

I am not willing to debate this. I doubt it gets any reach, but I don't care about losing my blog and it needs to be said. I'm tired of watching y'all at each other's throats while the people campaigning for our extinction sit giddy in the background watching us do their work for them.

step two: contort absolutely all stimuli in my environment to relate to the my wound in some manner, ideally one which justifies random acts of unbridled aggression and vengeance

Yes, because the Washington state government activated like a sleeper-cell and ruthlessly, systematically hunted them down and annihilated them.

“Y2K came to nothing amirite?”

Yes because an army of software engineers working around the clock, losing sleep, and busting ass till the last minute prevented it from happening.

“Remember the hole in the ozone layer?”

You mean the one that was fixed through rigorous world wide government action?

One of the root problems of our society is a refusal or inability by media to articulate that all those “it’s gonna be an apocalypse” disasters were not disasters because we collectively did something about them.

The good news is this is actually quite correctable. I maintain my firm belief that we as humans are capable of solving almost all of our problems, when we decide to do so.

And I still think that’s going to happen. I don’t know when or how, but I do know that abandoning hope won’t help bring it about.

When I turned 17, we ordered a cake at the grocery store for my party, as we’d done many times before. If you wanted something written on the cake you’d write it into a section of the order form. We requested, very simply, “Happy Birthday Courtney”. When we went to pick it up the day of the party, this is what we got.

The bakery employees had absolutely no explanation for this. The order form, attached to the box, very clearly did not contain any of those extra names. Whomever had done the writing was no longer in, so there was no one to ask how this had happened. The fact that the name ‘Juan’ is misspelled bewilders me to this day. (I’ve never seen ‘Miley’ without the E, either, but it’s believable that someone might spell it that way.) Did this cake slip in from an alternate universe where I’m one quarter of a set of Hispanic quadruplets? Dyslexic Hispanic quadruplets, maybe?

This cake became the focal point of my party. At least two of my friends regularly called me ‘Courtney Mily Jaun Pablo’ for years to come. My siblings and I still reference it sometimes, eleven years later. It is probably the funniest thing ever to occur at any birthday celebration of my life, and may well remain so for the rest of my days.

No One Like You

now, it took us a while to realise it meant "(there is) no one like you". at first, we all parsed it as a botched "no one like(s) you"

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

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