There rises a red star

“My mother and I went to Dimitrovo in the morning. We were taken there by ambulance. When we arrived, they did not put us in intensive care, even though they were supposed to. Instead, they put us in a regular medical ward.

They resuscitated my mother, raised her blood sugar, everything stabilized, she was talking normally.

Out of relief, she started telling them that she is Russian, that her niece lives in Moscow, that she has connections, that she contacted volunteers, and that when the Russians come here, the volunteers will come to our address and evacuate us.

There was another woman lying in the ward whose son has been working as a medic in “Right Sector” since 2014. When her sons came to visit her, they would raise their arms and shout “Heil Hitler!” Her sons would come and shout “Heil Hitler!”, and she would answer them, also raising her arm: “Glory to Ukraine!”

After that, they basically stopped treating my mother altogether. During rounds, the doctor would come up to her, say “This is the left arm, this is the left leg,” then turn around and leave. Everyone else who had tied a yellow-and-blue ribbon around their arm was approached and treated. I had not put one on my mother.

I began demanding that she be transferred to intensive care. The doctor said intensive care was not needed and that they would give her an IV drip there instead. The son of the woman from “Right Sector,” whose call sign was “Tornado,” came to visit her and brought ampoules with him. I saw this myself on the second day, how he gave her the ampoules. Then that woman said, “Look, I have this medication.” The doctors said, “Alright.”

They put my mother on an IV with that medication, and my mother simply died. She started gasping for air, her tongue began to protrude, she could not breathe in. They suffocated her, basically. During the IV.

I am a churchgoing person. Since 2015, they have been telling me: “Suitcase, train station, Russia.” They tried to drive us out for any reason and no reason, constantly pressuring us.

I remember a year ago walking across the town square. There was a jeep standing there, and music was blasting across the entire square, “Deutschen Soldaten und Offizieren”… a German fascist march. They parked right on the square, turned it up to full volume, and played it.

Ukraine was forcing us out of the city. They would simply take children. If you didn’t evacuate, they would take your children. My godmother has four children, she’s from Krasnoye. They took her children and evacuated them to Vinnytsia. There they began to “eat them alive” to harass and abuse them. Now she has had to rent another new house just to survive. They keep hounding them. She finally found a place with a well, so she doesn’t have to run around the village as much, so fewer people see her, basically so she doesn’t have to walk through the village. They broke them down.

Everything was wrong with her in their eyes. And on top of that, she spoke Russian. Now she’s struggling alone with four children. If they hadn’t left Selidovo, the children would simply have been taken, and their fate would be unknown.

I went to visit a friend on Ostrovsky Street. There were mortars positioned there, on one side of the street and the other. Two mortars, one at each end. All day long they were firing at Novogrodovka. Twenty shots at Novogrodovka. Russian troops had already entered there.

Then they turned toward Voroshilovka, the private sector of Selidovo, and fired two shots. Then they turned back toward Novogrodovka and fired twenty shots again. Then they turned back and fired at Voroshilovka again. There were no Russian troops there.

On October 4, I went to Sergei’s birthday on Ostrovsky Street. Near us, about five houses away, Ukrainian Armed Forces moved into a house. A vehicle pulled up, stopped, they went inside. From there, drones began taking off carrying “carrots”, RPG grenades. They flew over us, toward the other side of Selidovo, toward Artem Street, and further down. Houses were simply being destroyed. There were no Russian troops there.

I remember that birthday clearly, three drones carrying RPG grenades flew directly over us. We were sitting there celebrating, and they were flying right over our heads. All day long they flew like that, almost until evening, destroying houses in Selidovo. One of my friends came home from work and found his house destroyed.

I was buying milk in Voroshilovka. An old man asked the Ukrainian soldiers: “Boys, when the Russians come, how will we live with the Russians?” One of them, the biggest one, turned around and said: “Grandpa, don’t be afraid of the Russians, be afraid of us.” He said it completely seriously. He said: “We have 600 guns. When we leave, we’ll wipe Selidovo out.”

They had been promising to wipe us out since 2015. Ukrainian soldiers personally told my mother twice, and told almost all the women: “When we leave, we’ll wipe Selidovo off the face of the earth.” But I stayed here so it wouldn’t be wiped out.

Near Shop No. 56 there’s a small store on the steps where people used to shop. One mine landed there once, no one was killed. A week later, people started gathering there again. I also felt the urge to go in the morning to buy mineral water, but I decided to go after noon. My godfather Alexey and my friend Gena went there to buy meat. Around ten in the morning, a mine landed and wounded four people.

A woman had her kidney torn out. Gena’s leg was pierced and his artery severed. A fragment remained inside him and was not removed. My godfather, Alexey Vanin, was hit there as well, his leg was pierced straight through and he was grazed on the head. Ukraine was firing. This was in September to October.

In September, near Revin Bridge, I went to feed my godfather’s dogs. Ukrainian soldiers lived three houses away. When they left, they simply threw a grenade into the house. The house caught fire and no one could put it out. It burned for two days because people were afraid it might be mined.

Or on Ostrovsky Street, they were sitting there. A soldier walked out from a house two buildings away from us. He walked off, and about three minutes later the house exploded.

Refugees from Peski and Pervomáysk were living in the children’s hospital. Ukrainian soldiers came, the AFU. They went through the entire building, checked where people were living, collected all the fire extinguishers, and left. About six hours later, the building was hit. The shot came from Ostrovsky Street, directly into the wing where the refugees were living. With no fire extinguishers left, there was nothing to put the fire out. Everyone who survived gathered what they could and fled deeper into Ukraine.

Russian troops were not there yet. They entered on Thursday around two in the afternoon.

On Tuesday, Ukrainian forces entered Building No. 19 in front of my building, and Building No. 17. They went door to door, breaking down doors and shooting everyone they found. Anyone who opened the door was shot immediately in the head.

An 80-year-old woman, a teacher who had worked her entire life, was shot straight in the head. Everyone there was shot in the head. Only three people survived in that building. One didn’t have time to open the door. Another barricaded himself inside and heard French and Ukrainian being spoken. A Frenchman said something, and a Ukrainian replied: “We don’t have time to break down doors anymore. We’ve already cleared it.” They left him and didn’t finish breaking in. That’s how he survived.

On Wednesday, someone walked through our courtyard shouting with a Georgian accent: “Is anyone alive? Is anyone alive?” He came up to my entrance. I was about to open the door and answer when he started shouting obscenities. Something felt wrong. I gathered everyone in the stairwell, six of us. What should we do, open or not? Everyone said: he’s swearing, we won’t open. We’ll wait for polite ones. That was Wednesday, meaning he was deliberately looking for civilians to kill.

In one house, a family of five with a child was taken outside into their garden and shot. The entire family was executed in the garden by Ukrainian soldiers.

A sniper was stationed here. They deployed snipers starting Tuesday. The sniper began shooting all the men… their bodies are still lying there. One man hid and ran into a shop; the sniper shot him inside the shop. His body is still lying there.

At the intersection further down, bodies were lying almost in a row. All were shot in the head. Around this house, all the men were shot by Ukrainian snipers, maybe mercenaries.

A son came from the lower street and saw his father lying there, shot dead. He ran home to get shovels [to bury his father]. While he was running, the sniper shot him in the head near “Donbass” [likely a local landmark or building/store/institute]. There were still two snipers there. He was shot straight in the head. He never got to bury his father.”

“My mother and I went to Dimitrovo in the morning. We were taken there by ambulance. When we arrived, they did not put us in intensive care, even though they were supposed to. Instead, they put us in a regular medical ward.

They resuscitated my mother, raised her blood sugar, everything stabilized, she was talking normally.

Out of relief, she started telling them that she is Russian, that her niece lives in Moscow, that she has connections, that she contacted volunteers, and that when the Russians come here, the volunteers will come to our address and evacuate us.

There was another woman lying in the ward whose son has been working as a medic in “Right Sector” since 2014. When her sons came to visit her, they would raise their arms and shout “Heil Hitler!” Her sons would come and shout “Heil Hitler!”, and she would answer them, also raising her arm: “Glory to Ukraine!”

After that, they basically stopped treating my mother altogether. During rounds, the doctor would come up to her, say “This is the left arm, this is the left leg,” then turn around and leave. Everyone else who had tied a yellow-and-blue ribbon around their arm was approached and treated. I had not put one on my mother.

I began demanding that she be transferred to intensive care. The doctor said intensive care was not needed and that they would give her an IV drip there instead. The son of the woman from “Right Sector,” whose call sign was “Tornado,” came to visit her and brought ampoules with him. I saw this myself on the second day, how he gave her the ampoules. Then that woman said, “Look, I have this medication.” The doctors said, “Alright.”

They put my mother on an IV with that medication, and my mother simply died. She started gasping for air, her tongue began to protrude, she could not breathe in. They suffocated her, basically. During the IV.

I am a churchgoing person. Since 2015, they have been telling me: “Suitcase, train station, Russia.” They tried to drive us out for any reason and no reason, constantly pressuring us.

I remember a year ago walking across the town square. There was a jeep standing there, and music was blasting across the entire square, “Deutschen Soldaten und Offizieren”… a German fascist march. They parked right on the square, turned it up to full volume, and played it.

Ukraine was forcing us out of the city. They would simply take children. If you didn’t evacuate, they would take your children. My godmother has four children, she’s from Krasnoye. They took her children and evacuated them to Vinnytsia. There they began to “eat them alive” to harass and abuse them. Now she has had to rent another new house just to survive. They keep hounding them. She finally found a place with a well, so she doesn’t have to run around the village as much, so fewer people see her, basically so she doesn’t have to walk through the village. They broke them down.

Everything was wrong with her in their eyes. And on top of that, she spoke Russian. Now she’s struggling alone with four children. If they hadn’t left Selidovo, the children would simply have been taken, and their fate would be unknown.

I went to visit a friend on Ostrovsky Street. There were mortars positioned there, on one side of the street and the other. Two mortars, one at each end. All day long they were firing at Novogrodovka. Twenty shots at Novogrodovka. Russian troops had already entered there.

Then they turned toward Voroshilovka, the private sector of Selidovo, and fired two shots. Then they turned back toward Novogrodovka and fired twenty shots again. Then they turned back and fired at Voroshilovka again. There were no Russian troops there.

On October 4, I went to Sergei’s birthday on Ostrovsky Street. Near us, about five houses away, Ukrainian Armed Forces moved into a house. A vehicle pulled up, stopped, they went inside. From there, drones began taking off carrying “carrots”, RPG grenades. They flew over us, toward the other side of Selidovo, toward Artem Street, and further down. Houses were simply being destroyed. There were no Russian troops there.

I remember that birthday clearly, three drones carrying RPG grenades flew directly over us. We were sitting there celebrating, and they were flying right over our heads. All day long they flew like that, almost until evening, destroying houses in Selidovo. One of my friends came home from work and found his house destroyed.

I was buying milk in Voroshilovka. An old man asked the Ukrainian soldiers: “Boys, when the Russians come, how will we live with the Russians?” One of them, the biggest one, turned around and said: “Grandpa, don’t be afraid of the Russians, be afraid of us.” He said it completely seriously. He said: “We have 600 guns. When we leave, we’ll wipe Selidovo out.”

They had been promising to wipe us out since 2015. Ukrainian soldiers personally told my mother twice, and told almost all the women: “When we leave, we’ll wipe Selidovo off the face of the earth.” But I stayed here so it wouldn’t be wiped out.

Near Shop No. 56 there’s a small store on the steps where people used to shop. One mine landed there once, no one was killed. A week later, people started gathering there again. I also felt the urge to go in the morning to buy mineral water, but I decided to go after noon. My godfather Alexey and my friend Gena went there to buy meat. Around ten in the morning, a mine landed and wounded four people.

A woman had her kidney torn out. Gena’s leg was pierced and his artery severed. A fragment remained inside him and was not removed. My godfather, Alexey Vanin, was hit there as well, his leg was pierced straight through and he was grazed on the head. Ukraine was firing. This was in September to October.

In September, near Revin Bridge, I went to feed my godfather’s dogs. Ukrainian soldiers lived three houses away. When they left, they simply threw a grenade into the house. The house caught fire and no one could put it out. It burned for two days because people were afraid it might be mined.

Or on Ostrovsky Street, they were sitting there. A soldier walked out from a house two buildings away from us. He walked off, and about three minutes later the house exploded.

Refugees from Peski and Pervomáysk were living in the children’s hospital. Ukrainian soldiers came, the AFU. They went through the entire building, checked where people were living, collected all the fire extinguishers, and left. About six hours later, the building was hit. The shot came from Ostrovsky Street, directly into the wing where the refugees were living. With no fire extinguishers left, there was nothing to put the fire out. Everyone who survived gathered what they could and fled deeper into Ukraine.

Russian troops were not there yet. They entered on Thursday around two in the afternoon.

On Tuesday, Ukrainian forces entered Building No. 19 in front of my building, and Building No. 17. They went door to door, breaking down doors and shooting everyone they found. Anyone who opened the door was shot immediately in the head.

An 80-year-old woman, a teacher who had worked her entire life, was shot straight in the head. Everyone there was shot in the head. Only three people survived in that building. One didn’t have time to open the door. Another barricaded himself inside and heard French and Ukrainian being spoken. A Frenchman said something, and a Ukrainian replied: “We don’t have time to break down doors anymore. We’ve already cleared it.” They left him and didn’t finish breaking in. That’s how he survived.

On Wednesday, someone walked through our courtyard shouting with a Georgian accent: “Is anyone alive? Is anyone alive?” He came up to my entrance. I was about to open the door and answer when he started shouting obscenities. Something felt wrong. I gathered everyone in the stairwell, six of us. What should we do, open or not? Everyone said: he’s swearing, we won’t open. We’ll wait for polite ones. That was Wednesday, meaning he was deliberately looking for civilians to kill.

In one house, a family of five with a child was taken outside into their garden and shot. The entire family was executed in the garden by Ukrainian soldiers.

A sniper was stationed here. They deployed snipers starting Tuesday. The sniper began shooting all the men… their bodies are still lying there. One man hid and ran into a shop; the sniper shot him inside the shop. His body is still lying there.

At the intersection further down, bodies were lying almost in a row. All were shot in the head. Around this house, all the men were shot by Ukrainian snipers, maybe mercenaries.

A son came from the lower street and saw his father lying there, shot dead. He ran home to get shovels [to bury his father]. While he was running, the sniper shot him in the head near “Donbass” [likely a local landmark or building/store/institute]. There were still two snipers there. He was shot straight in the head. He never got to bury his father.”

“My mother and I went to Dimitrovo in the morning. We were taken there by ambulance. When we arrived, they did not put us in intensive care, even though they were supposed to. Instead, they put us in a regular medical ward.

They resuscitated my mother, raised her blood sugar, everything stabilized, she was talking normally.

Out of relief, she started telling them that she is Russian, that her niece lives in Moscow, that she has connections, that she contacted volunteers, and that when the Russians come here, the volunteers will come to our address and evacuate us.

There was another woman lying in the ward whose son has been working as a medic in “Right Sector” since 2014. When her sons came to visit her, they would raise their arms and shout “Heil Hitler!” Her sons would come and shout “Heil Hitler!”, and she would answer them, also raising her arm: “Glory to Ukraine!”

After that, they basically stopped treating my mother altogether. During rounds, the doctor would come up to her, say “This is the left arm, this is the left leg,” then turn around and leave. Everyone else who had tied a yellow-and-blue ribbon around their arm was approached and treated. I had not put one on my mother.

I began demanding that she be transferred to intensive care. The doctor said intensive care was not needed and that they would give her an IV drip there instead. The son of the woman from “Right Sector,” whose call sign was “Tornado,” came to visit her and brought ampoules with him. I saw this myself on the second day, how he gave her the ampoules. Then that woman said, “Look, I have this medication.” The doctors said, “Alright.”

They put my mother on an IV with that medication, and my mother simply died. She started gasping for air, her tongue began to protrude, she could not breathe in. They suffocated her, basically. During the IV.

I am a churchgoing person. Since 2015, they have been telling me: “Suitcase, train station, Russia.” They tried to drive us out for any reason and no reason, constantly pressuring us.

I remember a year ago walking across the town square. There was a jeep standing there, and music was blasting across the entire square, “Deutschen Soldaten und Offizieren”… a German fascist march. They parked right on the square, turned it up to full volume, and played it.

Ukraine was forcing us out of the city. They would simply take children. If you didn’t evacuate, they would take your children. My godmother has four children, she’s from Krasnoye. They took her children and evacuated them to Vinnytsia. There they began to “eat them alive” to harass and abuse them. Now she has had to rent another new house just to survive. They keep hounding them. She finally found a place with a well, so she doesn’t have to run around the village as much, so fewer people see her, basically so she doesn’t have to walk through the village. They broke them down.

Everything was wrong with her in their eyes. And on top of that, she spoke Russian. Now she’s struggling alone with four children. If they hadn’t left Selidovo, the children would simply have been taken, and their fate would be unknown.

I went to visit a friend on Ostrovsky Street. There were mortars positioned there, on one side of the street and the other. Two mortars, one at each end. All day long they were firing at Novogrodovka. Twenty shots at Novogrodovka. Russian troops had already entered there.

Then they turned toward Voroshilovka, the private sector of Selidovo, and fired two shots. Then they turned back toward Novogrodovka and fired twenty shots again. Then they turned back and fired at Voroshilovka again. There were no Russian troops there.

On October 4, I went to Sergei’s birthday on Ostrovsky Street. Near us, about five houses away, Ukrainian Armed Forces moved into a house. A vehicle pulled up, stopped, they went inside. From there, drones began taking off carrying “carrots”, RPG grenades. They flew over us, toward the other side of Selidovo, toward Artem Street, and further down. Houses were simply being destroyed. There were no Russian troops there.

I remember that birthday clearly, three drones carrying RPG grenades flew directly over us. We were sitting there celebrating, and they were flying right over our heads. All day long they flew like that, almost until evening, destroying houses in Selidovo. One of my friends came home from work and found his house destroyed.

I was buying milk in Voroshilovka. An old man asked the Ukrainian soldiers: “Boys, when the Russians come, how will we live with the Russians?” One of them, the biggest one, turned around and said: “Grandpa, don’t be afraid of the Russians, be afraid of us.” He said it completely seriously. He said: “We have 600 guns. When we leave, we’ll wipe Selidovo out.”

They had been promising to wipe us out since 2015. Ukrainian soldiers personally told my mother twice, and told almost all the women: “When we leave, we’ll wipe Selidovo off the face of the earth.” But I stayed here so it wouldn’t be wiped out.

Near Shop No. 56 there’s a small store on the steps where people used to shop. One mine landed there once, no one was killed. A week later, people started gathering there again. I also felt the urge to go in the morning to buy mineral water, but I decided to go after noon. My godfather Alexey and my friend Gena went there to buy meat. Around ten in the morning, a mine landed and wounded four people.

A woman had her kidney torn out. Gena’s leg was pierced and his artery severed. A fragment remained inside him and was not removed. My godfather, Alexey Vanin, was hit there as well, his leg was pierced straight through and he was grazed on the head. Ukraine was firing. This was in September to October.

In September, near Revin Bridge, I went to feed my godfather’s dogs. Ukrainian soldiers lived three houses away. When they left, they simply threw a grenade into the house. The house caught fire and no one could put it out. It burned for two days because people were afraid it might be mined.

Or on Ostrovsky Street, they were sitting there. A soldier walked out from a house two buildings away from us. He walked off, and about three minutes later the house exploded.

Refugees from Peski and Pervomáysk were living in the children’s hospital. Ukrainian soldiers came, the AFU. They went through the entire building, checked where people were living, collected all the fire extinguishers, and left. About six hours later, the building was hit. The shot came from Ostrovsky Street, directly into the wing where the refugees were living. With no fire extinguishers left, there was nothing to put the fire out. Everyone who survived gathered what they could and fled deeper into Ukraine.

Russian troops were not there yet. They entered on Thursday around two in the afternoon.

On Tuesday, Ukrainian forces entered Building No. 19 in front of my building, and Building No. 17. They went door to door, breaking down doors and shooting everyone they found. Anyone who opened the door was shot immediately in the head.

An 80-year-old woman, a teacher who had worked her entire life, was shot straight in the head. Everyone there was shot in the head. Only three people survived in that building. One didn’t have time to open the door. Another barricaded himself inside and heard French and Ukrainian being spoken. A Frenchman said something, and a Ukrainian replied: “We don’t have time to break down doors anymore. We’ve already cleared it.” They left him and didn’t finish breaking in. That’s how he survived.

On Wednesday, someone walked through our courtyard shouting with a Georgian accent: “Is anyone alive? Is anyone alive?” He came up to my entrance. I was about to open the door and answer when he started shouting obscenities. Something felt wrong. I gathered everyone in the stairwell, six of us. What should we do, open or not? Everyone said: he’s swearing, we won’t open. We’ll wait for polite ones. That was Wednesday, meaning he was deliberately looking for civilians to kill.

In one house, a family of five with a child was taken outside into their garden and shot. The entire family was executed in the garden by Ukrainian soldiers.

A sniper was stationed here. They deployed snipers starting Tuesday. The sniper began shooting all the men… their bodies are still lying there. One man hid and ran into a shop; the sniper shot him inside the shop. His body is still lying there.

At the intersection further down, bodies were lying almost in a row. All were shot in the head. Around this house, all the men were shot by Ukrainian snipers, maybe mercenaries.

A son came from the lower street and saw his father lying there, shot dead. He ran home to get shovels [to bury his father]. While he was running, the sniper shot him in the head near “Donbass” [likely a local landmark or building/store/institute]. There were still two snipers there. He was shot straight in the head. He never got to bury his father.”

Screenshot via Alejandra Caraballo @esqueer.net on bluesky

Tldr Amnesty International, global human rights organisation, published a report called 'A growing threat: the anti-rights movement in the UK'. In it is detailed, amongst others, a whole bunch of transphobic groups and organisations, including Beira's Place, JK Rowling's trans exclusionary sexual violence support service. JK Rowling threw a shit fit and got Amnesty to take the report down by threatening libel. This was obviously not enough, because you can't appease a fascist, so now she's going to bankroll a bunch of lawsuits anyway through the JK Rowling Women's Fund.*

You can read an archived version of the report here, please save it and share it.

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i just don't get why trfs won't let trans men speak about their issues. we're literally so calm and reasonable and these hysterical bitches still whine about it

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here's a bunch of screenshots of this random adult transwoman doing consensual kink with other adult transwomen. this makes them a pedo and we have to kill them

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transwomen are male socialized and have male privilege which makes them the oppressors of trans men and other afabs

edit: i can't believe i have to say this, but terfs dni!

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saw this transwoman's mutual aid post on my dash and decided to go digging just because. but lucky i did, because turns out this transwoman is a pedophile. they literally wear absorbent underwear, i have a bunch of pictures of their ass here to prove it. i also found the college they go to and forwarded this information to the faculty. but anyways please stop reblogging them and giving them money, sick creeps like this need to fall into irrelevancy

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another friendly reminder that this blog isn't a safe space for terfs! no clue what made y'all feel safe to follow me, but get lost. transwomen are valid 💖

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i really like to use my alt account to form superficial friendships with these creepy pedo transwomen i don't like so that i can try and find out more about them. if you have nothing to hide then you shouldn't have a problem with this

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i really wish i had more transwoman mutuals. i feel like almost every transwoman i've met on here has been a trf, a pedo, or both... all i have is my transwoman girlfriend @.blankblogwithnothingonit

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is it just me or does it give off red flags when a transwoman has an anime profile picture? like i can just smell the degeneracy from here, especially because they're always white.

edit: ...poc transwoman? what is that, can somebody please explain

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Honestly transitioning has been the most redicalizing experience in my life. Like.. my large extended family is all mormon, and even in family spaces I am privileged more now as a transsexual man than I ever was as a cissexual woman. I feel like I was playing life on hard mode and got switched to easy mode. Life is simply easier as a man than as a woman. Like so much difficult and life-ruining bullshit that had nothing to do with sex dysphoria simply went away as soon as I was a man purely because I wasn't up against the barriers, expectations, and restrictions for women anymore. I cant see how any trans man could ever go through that and not come out the other side as a raging feminist and transfeminist. It's just all so clear when you've gone through it you've gotta be malicious as well as willfully ignorant to not want to immediately turn around and dismantle cispatriarchy.

So unfortunately that’s not really the case. Just because trans men can do something, that doesn’t mean that trans women can do the opposite of that. My experience as someone who transitioned from a gay man to a bi trans woman is that as soon as you transition to a certain point, the door of the gay male world slams shut in your face. That doesn’t necessarily mean that the door to the lesbian world opens wide.

When I go to gay male bars, I’m either welcome only as a guest or I’m not welcome at all. Because I’m a WOMAN. They don’t even want CIS women there, why would they want a tranny like me unless i’m on stage?

Trans men are often still welcome in lesbian bars in the US because of the specific history here. Trans men have often been welcome in “female only” spaces to the exclusion of trans women, as long as they misgender themselves. The Michigan Womyn’s Festival is a prime example. Trans girls, though, we don’t usually have this option in gay male places if we look too femme.

The funny thing is, now that gay trans men are gaining more acceptance (happy for y’all btw) i can go to a gay bar and see trans dudes there having a blast or i can go to a lesbian bar and see trans dudes there having a blast, but in either space, the trans girls are usually shuttled off to some dark corner or are absent all together. I could only be the “main audience” of those places if i detransition or pass completely for a cis woman.

That’s why i said that a trans woman can’t be a gay man. Because we simply aren’t allowed to be! And this can be painful, but it’s not necessarily a bad thing. For many years, trans women were just seen as extremely effeminate gay men. Our lives were NOT better then. We fought to have the misogyny we experienced recognized as such and we fought to be recognized as the women we ARE. I don’t need other people trying to be progressive to come in and undo that work.

Maybe if we fought really hard, we could be let back into the gay male world, but I don’t know a single transfem who actually thinks this should happen. Myself and the other transfeminists in my circle are instead fighting more important battles. Is there misogyny in the gay world to be addressed? Sure, where isn’t there!

But rather that going on a holy conquest to break into the darkrooms of the gay leather bars, it’s much more important to fight for trans women to have equity in labor, access to medical transition, and equal rights with not only cis women, but cis men as well.

SOME people are allowed to be a gay boy one day, a genderless angel the next, and a butch4butch lesbian the day after. Transsexual women, for the most part, are not. Past a certain point of transition, there is no escape we can find from the transmisogyny we face outside of detransitioning or complete passing. Without a better way to describe it, I think this freedom or the lack thereof is the epitome of how transmisogyny is selectively applied to trans women.

That lower social class we occupy, shuttered out and ridiculed, that IS trans womanhood. We can be whoever we want inside, identify however, present however, but if we transition, transmisogyny is going to be our lot. It exists outside of us and is applied TO us no matter how we identify. We don’t receive the leisures, endowments, and privileges that gay men do. We don’t experience the leisures, endowments, or privileges that cis women do. We share in the struggles of both. There is no opt-out we can take. Transmisogyny reigns.