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Varying levels of critical, for the exact reason you said.

Historically, it was a way for GNC gay men to express their feminity in a safe environment. This is a good thing.

My thoughts are:

✅ gay men expressing feminity via "cross dressing"

❌ jokes about gross/smelly/loose vagina

✅ art, singing, dance, gender non-conformity and the confidence of taking that expression to a stage

I’ll tell you, I’ve been offered a ride 5 times in my life, (that I recall), all of them were by predators.

1) The first time I was 16 and going to school, it was a car full of men in their 20s, laughing and telling me to get in. When I refused they insulted my appearance. 

2) The second time I was 23, it was a beautiful afternoon, I took a book and went to the local park, sat on a bench to read, I was completely alone, most people were at work I suspect. But an old man came towards me out of nowhere “it’s a beautiful day isn’t it ? what are you reading ? is it good ?” I answered briefly and tried to be polite despite the bad vibes I was getting and then stared at my book, indicating that I did not want to talk. He just stood there for a while then left. Or so I thought. A few minutes later I heard some noises in the bushes in front of me and saw him walk around in the woods, where no one goes, still alone. I started to freak and wonder if I should leave. Then he disappeared behind the trees and I thought he was gone for good. 10 minutes later I felt like someone was staring at me. I turned around and he was sitting behind me looking at me. I have no clue how he managed to get behind me without me noticing. So this time I left as fast as I could while still trying to keep it cool so he would not be tempted to jump me. Right after this happened I stopped by the bus stop, still trying to make sense of what just happened and immediatly a car driven by a man twice my age stopped by and he said “do you want to get in ? can I offer you a ride ?” with his creepy smile and the predatory look in his eyes that all women can recognize. I said no, he insisted, I said no again and he left. 

3) I was 24, exhausted after work, sitting alone at a very isolated bus stop, a man twice my age again tried to persuade me to get into his car, I said no, he insisted, I said no several more times and he drove off.

4) I was 25, going home from work, it was very late in the evening, pretty much night time, I was catching one of the very last bus. Guess who the predator was this time ? The fucking bus driver. Twice my age again. As I was starting a new job and was a bit confused with directions I asked him about it and he tried to start a conversation with me. I thought he was just trying to be friendly with me so I talked with him for a while, he seemed a bit eccentric but I thought that he was funny and not that unplaisant to talk to after a shitty working shift. I was the only person on the bus with him because it was so late. Then the conversation started to get creepy, asking me where I lived, what my name was, where I worked and offering to come and get me when I finished work the next day at 3 in the morning, not with his bus but with his personal car… I declined, said I would get a taxi, he insisted for a long time… said he could come pick me up in his car tomorrow. I said no. For the next few days I was anxious to take the bus to go and leave work, I was scared to see him again. Then one afternoon here he was. The bus was full this time and I ended up being kind of trapped next to him. And he started saying creepy things in front of everybody calling me “my darling”, this time I stopped answering and looked away. He was saying “my sweetheart, why won’t you talk to me, ah, women, you’re so hard on me” with a very creepy voice. Everybody was looking at me. That was really awfull and embarassing. I got off the bus and went to work. On our break I talked to a coworker and out of the blue she said “did you have a bad experience taking the bus ? cause I heard a woman complain about a certain bus driver, she was saying he harassed her”, I said “yes ! he harassed me too !”. After that I actually stayed on the phone with my mother while waiting for the bus at night, she wanted to make sure I was safe. What a relief it was when I saw that the bus driver was a woman this time. I sent an e-mail to the bus company, explaining what had happened with the bus driver. They replied that they were taking it very seriously. I never got news about it and eventually left my job so I don’t know what happened with this guy. 

5) And last but not least, 27 years old, I was walking home from work and I saw a car parked on the sideway, with a man acting weird around it. At some point it looked like he was pretending to be doing something to the car but I saw him looking at me through the side mirror. The door of the car was open. I knew something was off so I braced myself, stopped the music I was listening to on my phone to be fully aware of my surroundings. I expected the guy to, at the very least, say something to me. I walked by him and nothing happened. What a relief. I continued to walk and saw the car drive by. I thought hey that’s the same car, he’s gone. But one minute later guess who drove by me again ? And this time he slowed down, pulled down his window and asked : “excuse me ?” I stopped, I knew he was a creep who had been working up to it, the shy girl who used to gaslight herself into thinking “he’s just trying to be friendly” was gone, I was in full rage mode the minute I saw his car for the third time. He said “I’m not from here, do you know where the highway is ?” there was no highway, I said “I don’t know, sorry” and kept on walking. He followed me and said “would you like to go to the swimming pool with me ?” I was like “wtf ? the swimming pool ?” is that the non pedo version of “would you like some candy ?”. I said “no I would not, weren’t you looking for the highway ? you know where a swimming pool is now ?” he insisted that we should go to some obscure swimming pool together instead and I should get into his car. I rolled my eyes and told him to fuck off. He kept on trying to persuade me to get into his car, asking me what my name was and where I was going, assuring me that we would have a lot of fun together… at this imaginary swimming pool. I stopped responding and just stared long and hard at him… and he started to grin, knowing his plan had failed he finally drove away. I had to be careful the whole way home, checking if he wasn’t still there, somewhere. 

Like netflix rejuvenated a dying market and made it way more afforadable and accessible, and then... everyone needed a slice of the pie and fucked the whole thing up

These sorts of messages are fascinating to me–how they play on female socialization to be accepting and inclusive and supportive and accommodating, or else SHAME.

Accept trans women how? As what? Accept them without hesitation into female-only spaces, places designated specifically for women who face oppression based on their sex class? Into spaces intended for women who share meaningful life experiences due to female anatomy? Into lesbian spaces even though they are heterosexual males (sexuality being based on sex)? Accept them into my own sexuality, even though I am exclusively attracted to adult human females, known as women?

I accept that gender-nonconforming males who try to fill the social role of women often face discrimination and violence. They shouldn’t. No one should.

But if I don’t do everything they demand, I should feel shame? Shame for knowing my sex is important, for knowing the boundaries of my sexuality? Shame for defining feminism as being strictly for and about female women, colloquially known simply as women?

The point is not to actually believe what you regurgitate, but only to recirculate. True belief is secondary to the appearance of it.

When chosen, sex work is not different from other work, except in the risks of violence to those who engage in it, and the social stigma attached to it (which are, of course, linked). Trafficking is an entirely different, although related, matter.

Listen to sex workers. 

Respect sex workers. 

Decriminalise sex work.

Utah women tell the KSL Investigators that one man has been traumatizing teens, girls and women around the state for more than a decade – leaving behind a trail of victims. They are concerned his behavior is escalating – and the law isn’t doing enough to stop him.

Chad Dee Flitton, 43, has been in and out of county courtrooms and jail cells, ordered to complete treatment and placed on probation repeatedly for allegedly stalking multiple young women.

His criminal record dates back more than ten years and includes drug offenses, theft, sexual battery, stalking and lewdness.

Prosecutors tell judges Flitton is a “danger” to the community, and yet time and time again, judges suspend large portions of Flitton’s jail sentences in exchange for court-ordered mental health and drug treatment – treatment the KSL Investigators have discovered he has repeatedly failed to obtain.

But no matter the punishment and whether he actually fulfills the requirements that go along with the punishment, Flitton’s trail of victims continues to grow.

1. The Death of Barbara Radziwill by Jozef Simmler (1860)

2. Illness as Metaphor by Susan Sontag, (1978)

Kids are about to be all the way fucked up.

We’re gonna see a huge rise in Asexual kids, Kids trying to deny sexuality in all aspects because of their traumatic first experiences with it (with porn)

9 year olds getting Instagram famous because of their grown male following

Seamless grooming. Pedos are simply going to have an easier time abusing their victims when kids already know what anal gaping is at 8.

Body dysmorphia like we’ve never seen before.

The rate of anorexic boys, and young gay boys in toxic “Dom/sub” “top/bottom” porn-style relationships I gonna jump because they think it’s just normal now.

Suicide rates in young, young girls boutta jump up.

Teachers abusing students because going home every night and searching that “teen” tab just isn’t cutting it anymore

Paternal familial abuse thanks to the mainstream incest porn.

I volunteer with peer support for CSA survivors and hear both personal stories and do research on these topics. There is direct proof in the UK of porn exposure rasing rates of COCSA. 

Girls experience more mental health issues in connection with objectification. 

Sex offenders recognize grooming culture themselves.