Liz Lives

court decision defending specifically transfems being excluded from from playing on women's teams? no transfems interviewed but here's some trans men we interviewed one of whom just wants to push his new book

panel on the transfem experience? no transfems speaking on it but here's three trans men larping as experts one of whom is just detailing his fetishistic fantasies about them with open contempt for transfem lesbians in particular

You know whats a great look is sticking to my principles. and thats: hearing about some random ass trans woman's alleged sexual misconduct via other random internet commenters is not an actually good way to 'hold abusers accountable' or whatever the fuck.

how is it protecting victims? how on earth is exaggeration and rumors blown way out of proportion helping anyone?

the answer is simple. it was never about the victims. it was never about protecting vulnerable people. it was never about "holding people accountable".

you just want a trans woman thats considered socially acceptable to bully, harass, threaten, and exclude from society.

Ask Gangle.

See, Jax gave Gangle her name and he did it to be mean, now Gangle has an opportunity to give her a mean name right back. Fair's fair, right? Except Gangle isn't playing along.

"C'mon, give me something really fucked, make it hurt."

"Do you think it'll make me feel better to be mean to you?" She'd ask. "Did it make you feel better?

"I feel like you're doing this for yourself, Jax, and I don't feel like giving you the satisfaction."

This response, of course, sends Jax for a loop, probably gets her to do that not-good hysterical laughing and she has to give it to Gangle for gutting her so thoroughly.

Not because he had lost hope in life, but because he could hear the final breaths of his last daughter beneath the debris. Her tiny hands were holding his in the darkness, as if she were seeking comfort from him one last time. Yet the father, who had always believed he was their source of safety, was this time powerless to pull them out from beneath the dust and stones.

Nothing of his body was visible except his head. He stared into the faces of the rescuers with eyes exhausted by fear and helplessness, saying to them

“Leave me... my daughters are here. I do not want to come out alone.”

What heart can bear such a scene? What language can describe the feeling of a father who realizes he is losing his daughters one by one, while still holding their hands until they grow cold, unable to offer them rescue or even one final embrace?

How will your day continue after hearing this story? How will you sit at your table in peace, or laugh at something trivial, knowing that there was a father whose final wish was not to survive alone?

And the question that continues to haunt the human conscience remains:

How much pain does it take for the world to hear the cry of a single father there?

A lot of us were raised with the idea that “its normal for wives/children to get hit! it helps them learn– only white folk don’t get beaten when they misbehave”. That’s not true, white people aren’t the only ones who deserve a safe and abuse free environment. Black and brown people can and do have loving families.