Mostly Sapient Lil Angelsister

I know a lot of trans men want to be TMA reallllll bad because someone mistook them for a transfem once and called them a tranny, but the "Affected" in "TransMisogyny Affected" doesn't just mean you have been Affected by transmisogyny at some point--it means it affects you, inescapably, in uncountably many more ways than just random harassment, every minute of your damn life. and it worms into your brain and stays there, because you ARE the tranny they were talking about

We know how this happens, how transmisogyny worms its way in, the thoughts that itch at the back of our minds that make TMA people so easy to doubt. I was programmed to think the same assumptions too, and when I dug inward I found the same dirt you will:

It's usually some vague thought or feeling along the lines of "what if the trans fems are lying or exaggerating about how badly they're treated because they're [almost like a man suddenly dropped into womens' skin merely shocked from experiencing misogyny for the first time]; or [weird feminine men desperate to have experiences of misogyny validated as a bizarre form of gender affirmation]; or [weird guilt-ridden men desperate to experience misogyny as some kind of repentance]; or [weird feminist men desperate to exert unique expertise over women]; or [men desperate to position themselves as 'more oppressed' so they can regain their lost sense of gendered power among the voices of women]; or [perverted men who just transitioned for sex reasons overreacting with anger about being treated like the weirdo they are]".

All of this thinking and the roots of ALL transmisogyny come from this fucked up assumption that we are in some way or another always still men. Transmisogyny tells the fiction that a "male essence" supposedly remains at our core and is either morally corrupt, innately digusting, or both. THAT is the lie of transmisogyny, the lie that no matter what we do or who we are, our lives before transition somehow hold some kind of fundamental, inescapable corrupting influence over us today.

It is bioessentialism at its most pure. People take one look at the sex characteristics that we can't escape and transport themselves into a made-up world where some horrid element of male gender must therefore still exist within us. They stop seeing us as men or women and instead begin defining our entire personhood as if we are wolves in sheep's clothing; misguided men at best, immoral freaks at worst. They throw at us all the baggage that comes with a person asking "what kind of man does that?".

Depending on how hard you pout, you might get either just a sigh, a compassionate smile and a shake of a head, or a sigh, a pet on the head and while the touch lingers, you might catch a glimpse of something akin to the sun, blazing almost white hot with strings and splashes surrounding the vaguely feminine form, golden eyes blazing with the same light as the halo even brighter than the form itself, huge wings wrapping around what feels like your entire world, the split second view starting to unravel your mind before you have the time to fully process the

Good question! In fact, it does, but very much not always. While passively slowly obliterating sin, more physical grime requires explicit mental concentration on the behalf of the angel, with the effector most commonly manifesting in a quite clearly visible extension of the halo beaming out of it and scrubbing across all affected surfaces. Kind of like this.