To the closeted transfem audience member, the Tranny stock character exists primarily to remind you of how you will be treated if you are ever to act on your desires, to teach you that you are right to be ashamed and to hide these feelings, and that if you ever were to act on them you would become an object of justified ridicule and the acceptable target of unlimited patriarchal violence. The idea that such characters constitute "representation" or that the widespread presence of the tranny caricature as a target of mockery and bile fascination in media constitutes evidence of some sort of privilege is a bizarrely cruel position that a lot of people who claim to care about trans women nevertheless seem to take.

shit piss me off. some of you clearly do not care to read judith butler. fucking terf bullshit.

I cannot stop laughing at the idea that socialism ignores humanity’s highest spiritual ideal: owning yachts.

I dream of owning one (1) house now, Reagan. Yacht? Fuck off.

Every time someone calls themselves a femme but also says transmasc lesbians don’t exist a butch gets run over btw.

a thing that’s good for your brain: read books you don’t like actually. it’s good for practicing critical thinking to have to parse through something you don’t agree with, and you often come out of it with a more nuanced view of the matter than if you were just reading a book you liked. it’s good to think about what you don’t like about it and why and how that aligns with your values. if you’re wondering why i’m saying this, this is what i’m telling myself as i’m 100 pages from the end of 1q84 and i do not like this story but by the time i realized that i was in too deep to quit so i’ve been powering through regardless. it does feel good to exercise my brain but im so ready to be done with this piece of shit

my beautiful transgender friends. we should all start lying to nosy cis people who ask our deadnames. like Insane lies. yep my parents named me piss bartholomew. obviously a stinker. can we move on now