I’m just tired

So when I hit kindergarten and teachers and people started telling me I wasn't allowed to rough house with the boys because I was a girl. That I should wear dresses because they made me look 'cute' and then when I did, they told me I wasn't allowed to run around and play because I was wearing a dress and it wasn't 'proper' as a girl. That I needed to be less rambunctious, that I wasn't allowed because I was a girl.

Yah, no fucking shit I told my mum I wanted to be a boy. I wasn't 'allowed' to do the things I wanted to do and had fun doing because everyone said I was a girl. She told me that my body was what it was and being a tomboy was perfectly fine. So I became a tomboy and everytime someone told me I couldn't do something because I was a girl I responded with 'Im a TOMBOY so I can!'.

Your own analogy is crap - in it you’re the innocent and perfectly detached tattoo artist that had nothing to do with the art or the placement or the size or color of the piece, just head down needle out do the work, get paid for the job done, and anyone who isn’t happy afterwards is a karen who obviously doesn’t understand the industry works.

The problem is that tattoo artists fuck people over all the time on work you fully consented to and paid for. Your consent doesn’t make them not liable for their own mistakes. They pressure you into designs you don’t really love because it fits their style better, they do wonky lines and impossible anatomy, they spell things wrong, they shade poorly or blend colors weirdly, they scratch or cut you with the needles, they overcharge and then still act like you’re scum if you don’t leave a huge tip. They expect you to love it even if they do a shit job. There’s any number of things a tattoo artist can do to not just give you a terrible experience but to make you regret and resent something you were once excited and hopeful about.

The worst part is hearing them bitch and moan about how awful a client was and then go on to describe completely a person behaving perfectly reasonably.

And that attitude is pretty familiar:

If you change your mind after I’ve sold you something that’s your own fault!

If you regret it after I’ve done something permanent to you that’s not my responsibility!

If you’ve been groomed to believe you’ll die young and miserable without transition and then you’re still unhappy afterwards then you can fuck right off!

Where’s even a hint of the love and compassion and understanding they claim we need to all have for anyone questioning or confused about gender? Where’s the empathy? Trans people claim to be the most marginalized abused helpless population on the planet, and they can’t bring themselves to give a shit about the kids they leave behind in the wake of their overmedicalized ideology.

If this is truly your attitude then just call yourself the trans industrial complex. You don’t care about kids being happy or healthy, you don’t have a leg to stand on to even try and claim you do. You’re part of a system that tells kids that the only solution to feeling strange or uncomfortable in their bodies is medication and surgery, and then immediately and cruelly abandons them when it isn’t successful. That mocks them when it goes wrong. That turns on them the instant they start to have doubts.

You are the shitty tattoo artist actually, because after they get the surgeries you told them they cant live without, if they don’t absolutely love it then you’re content to wash your hands of the matter. You made your contribution and it’s out of your hands. Not your problem, not your responsibility, they brought this on themselves, they should have thought about it more beforehand, they were obviously never really trans.

So someone was talking about how her ex sexually assaulted her, this woman moves across the country and is only dating women now. Fast forward, her ex has moved closer to her and is now transitioning, MTF. Obviously she’s distressed and being like wtf why is this person so close, someone comments:

I just wanted to tell you that a friend of mine works for Samaritan health service for their suicide hotline. She told me a 'funny' story.

The majority of her time is spent screening and blocking phone numbers so that the lines are free for people who need help. Why does she have to do this ? Hundreds of times a day men would call up while masturbating, of course they would only stay on the line if the operator was female, which the majority are.