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Farciile on da bike

employed girl is a species of creature that needs twelve hours of sleep every day and six to eight hours of cuddles and maybe something else.

I learned a very long time ago that I could post in English on the Anglo internet about my experience as a sexual minority in the #middleeastandnorthafrica region. I could vent about every slight or slur, every indiscretion, all the doors that might not have closed in my face had I not been who I am. But that all it would do is earn me a seat at a table half the world away, a seat that I would lose the second I said “but my people are still human. But we are Arab women before we are queer women. But we are muslim before we are trans women. But we are imperialised subjects of the periphery before we are bisexuals. But we are ‘combat-aged males’ before we are gay men and boys.” A seat that I could only keep if I show a willingness to betray my people. And I will not. I do not want it. The price is too steep and the value too low.

Stephen King released a novel last year with just a straight up uncomplicated uncritical rendition of the plural tranny psycho killer antagonist and in the afterword was like "i wanted to do something like Psycho :)"

this isn't directly related to the ongoing discussion of this trope in horror and the transmisogynistic legacy of seminal horror films like Psycho, but i think it's worth talking about as a larger illustration of the narrative roles afforded to transfeminized characters:

repressed trans girl stuck in a digital world because of a fucked up VR headset