Are you a TERF?
Iâve gotten so fed up with the dick grubbing that passes for feminism these days that I want nothing to do with feminism anymore, yet for some reason Iâm still getting asked this. So hereâs what Iâm going to say about it. This overzealous labeling of women who care about their own as âterfsâ and subsequent frenzied blacklisting of them (i.e. donât talk to X, she is a terf!) is some mindblowing stupidity at levels so irrational I could do little but laugh pretty hard if I were to witness this in real life.
The sole purpose of âterfâ accusations is to determine who has male supremacist interests at heart and who doesnâtâthat is exactly what it is, nothing more and nothing less. These fuckasses go on about âtrans-exclusionary radical feminismâ as if the entire foundation of some womanâs politics is about transwomen, excluding them, oppressing them, hating them, whatever; and not about eliminating misogynyâŚwhich is based on being of the female sex, but even recognising that fact gets you on the terf list. The genderists' politics are based on pandering to male egos, male delusions, male entitlements, and male privileges. Itâs a bizarre cult of male worship that hates women who love themselves enough to put themselves first.
Try an experiment. Paint a dick, write a poem that glorifies the male body, sing the song of (hetero)sexual desire for men. Then paint a vulva to celebrate the female body, write a poem that praises female strength in the face of violence and oppression targeted at the female body, sing a song about lesbian desire for women. See whose body is acceptable to celebrate and whose body gets told is offensive and should be censored. See whose sexuality is respected and whose is vilified. You do that, then tell me with a straight face that genderism isnât male worship.
So how about you take âterf,â write it on a piece of paper, and shove it so far up your ass it comes out of your mouth? Thatâs what I think of this stupid as fuck question. Now get off my blog.
