kermit gulag

This is such gross transmisogyny. None of this is even remotely true. Like none of this is true. All of this is just to lie about a trans woman to put these ideas into the world. There is plenty of real information about velvex out there to have beef with her for, and I get all of you are annoyed of her or whatever, but genuinely I don't think we should be allowing bigots to talk about a fellow transfem like this even if she is collectively hated.

The point I have had for the longest time now about velvetvexations is that she is a victim of transmisogyny, not just from these people but from us. She is the face of a community of people we hate, instead of the men and the cis people endlessly saying and doing worse things, she is the butt of our jokes, she is the one we mock at every turn. She gets suicide bait all the fucking time and is constantly mocked for not having an ideal relationship with her transhood. We have long since abandoned her as not one of our own and I think saying it's "condescending" to point out transmisogyny towards her proves that. When I told a popular transfem that she needed to stop using her blog as a platform for transmisogynistic call outs, she told me something to the effect of "and let people like velvetvexations get away with it?" And it's like. The fuck has velvet gotten away with? She is quite literally removed from our community and her own community. She is ridiculed nearly daily. Maybe I am too knowledgeable about her irl but y'all are not somehow righteous to continue to isolate her and mock her.

Tolys glowered at Gilbert, who was too close to his face to focus into one image. The only thing he could make out well were the eyelashes too fine and pale to notice from a distance, then the strange sheen to his grey eyes that implied color, a red-blue iridescence. He thought vaguely of jay feathers. “Gilbert.” “What?” He was still trying to get himself straightened up enough to use the wall behind Tolys to stand. It never amounted to enough to get off his knees, and Tolys blinked. Gilbert was here. Ivan was not. “Get over here.” “I’m already over here, the fuck do you want-“ Tolys raised two uncoordinated hands to Gilbert’s chest, and once he had a sure grip on the material, enough so to stretch it out of shape, he pulled Gilbert in until their mouths met. It must have shocked the other, because he jerked back out of reach, only to grunt when he was reeled back in and kissed insistently.

The Killing Fields, Chapter 8.