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There, he befriends a rabbit who was born and raised in the lab. One day, he notices that the researchers didn’t latch his cage properly and he decides to make a break for it. He tells the lab rabbit how great it is on the outside and convinces him to come along.

First, the wild rabbit takes the lab rabbit to a field of lettuce and the two munch on lettuce to their hearts’ content.

Wild rabbit then says “Let me take you to an even better field” and heads to a field of carrots where they munch contentedly on all the carrots they want.

Then wild rabbit says “Now let me take you to the best field of all” and takes lab rabbit to a field full of female rabbits. The rabbits enter the field and (you know what they say about rabbits) proceed to have sex all night long.

At dawn the rabbits are exhausted and content and lab rabbit announces “Well, I’m heading back to the lab”

Wild rabbit says “Why??!!? I showed you the field of lettuce, the field of carrots and the field where you can have as much sex as you want!”

Artworks by Elena Kononenko 

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this part is about a letter to the editor of a queer periodical which was published at some point in the early (i think) 90s

Referring by name to one particular person, self-identified as a transsexual lesbian, whom she had heard speak in a public forum at the San Francisco Women’s Building, the letter-writer went on to say:

“When an estrogenated man with breasts loves a woman, that is not lesbianism, that is mutilated perversion. [This individual] is not a threat to the lesbian community, he is an outrage to us. He is not a lesbian, he is a mutant man, a self-made freak, a deformity, an insult. He deserves a slap in the face. After that, he deserves to have his body and mind made well again.”

and:

On January 5, 1993, a 22-year-old pre-operative transsexual woman from Seattle, Filisa Vistima, wrote in her journal, “I wish I was anatomically ‘normal’ so I could go swimming… . But no, I’m a mutant, Frankenstein’s monster.” Two months later Filisa Vistima committed suicide. What drove her to such despair was the exclusion she experienced in Seattle’s queer community, some members of which opposed Filisa’s participation because of her transsexuality—even though she identified as and lived as a bisexual woman. The Lesbian Resource Center where she served as a volunteer conducted a survey of its constituency to determine whether it should stop offering services to male-to-female transsexuals. Filisa did the data entry for tabulating the survey results; she didn’t have to imagine how people felt about her kind. The Seattle Bisexual Women’s Network announced that if it admitted transsexuals the SBWN would no longer be a women’s organization. “I’m sure,” one member said in reference to the inclusion of bisexual transsexual women, “the boys can take care of themselves.” Filisa Vistima was not a boy, and she found it impossible to take care of herself. Even in death she found no support from the community in which she claimed membership. “Why didn’t Filisa commit herself for psychiatric care?” asked a columnist in the Seattle Gay News. “Why didn’t Filisa demand her civil rights?” In this case, not only did the angry villagers hound their monster to the edge of town, they reproached her for being vulnerable to the torches. Did Filisa Vistima commit suicide, or did the queer community of Seattle kill her?

and like,, of course people say this shit now, but to see how much transphobia was the dominant ideology in queer organizations in the NINETIES is fucking sickening. a lot of these people are still alive and they have trans blood on their hands just as much, if not more than cishets. 

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