Archive for November, 2014

Houston, We Have A Problem

I always thought that MGM was moreso for hygiene reasons in middle east countries where there’s lots of sand, and lets face it, sand comes into the same “magical qualities” that socks do, sand gets everywhere, and socks go missing in the wash. The only reason or justification if you like for FGM that I’ve ever seen or heard is “we’ve always done that”, “it’s our religion”, the cynical reason and the fact that some people don’t think sex should be enjoyed reasons (I hope I’ve made that last bit make sense, if it doesn’t read right the first time then please re-read).

There are more women involved in prostitution, that’s a simple fact, but fuck me! That doesn’t make it a valid career choice. I bet that only the tiniest percentage of people who become prostitutes do it out of choice, and that most do it because of circumstance ie money problems, drugs, abusive partners etc. If there we’re enough decent jobs in the first place, prostitution would most likely disappear in a very short space of time, but seeing as it’s “the worlds oldest profession”, I don’t see it ending anytime soon. While I’m not pro-prostitution, I’m not anti-prostitute – we all have to earn a living, I’m not going to shame anyone for being a prostitute, that’s only going to make that person feel worse for a start, and not help anything or anyone.

Another poster mentioned that a man posting earlier just wanted to be the centre of attention (as do MRA’s), and that they should just be ignored and not made the centre of attention, so why draw attention to him? I’d say listen to all points of view and think about them, and don’t dismiss anything out of hand, because good and bad ideas come from all quarters in all shapes, sizes etc.


Satellite_450x350It has been a while since I wrote anything for this blog. I went through a period of needing to step away. I hadn’t realised when I started this that doing this would have quite the emotional impact on me that it has. I started and abandoned several posts, but needed to take that space to concentrate on other things – to avoid being consumed again.
For years my life revolved around someone else’s emotional comfort. Someone else’s want’s, wishes and desires. I became a tiny satellite in orbit around planet Gender. Unable to pull away from it’s gravity, spinning around and around, sending the occasional signal out into the universe, never really being heard. Believing that nothing or no one was hearing my distress signal. Sometimes the signal would be picked up, only to be reflected back at me with a message saying that my message was faulty, that…

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Year from Hell

I will be so glad when this year is finally over. It started badly when I crashed my car at a roundabout I’ve gone through a million and one times, and has gotten ever worse since. I have never had to out myself to as many people as I have this year, simply to try and get a job. I don’t know which government brought in the CRB checks, but fuck me! I just want a job, yet every job so far has asked to see a birth certificate or passport as proof that I’m entitled to work in my own fucking country! With my accent! I should be in a job right now. I had a driving assessment with Parcel Force a week ago, after applying for the job via a temp agency a week or two earlier when the agency put in the crb check. Over two weeks later, I’m still waiting for those checks to come back. This job is only temporary till xmas eve, and it’s now the 27th November, so it’s not going to be worth signing off JSA for less than 4 weeks work to only have to sign on again after less than a month. Oh, and after working and paying into the system for over ten years, I got made redundant one year ago to the day today, and when I went to claim JSA, I was told I’d get contribution based JSA. You know what that means? It means the government is paying me benefits based on the taxes / ni that I’ve paid in work, and I get fuck all else. Someone that hasn’t put the money in, that gets income based JSA, get’s to put in for extra financial help, like budgeting loans to furnish their home, travel expenses paid when they have to travel to hospital, free sight tests as and when needed, free prescriptions. It’s a bloody good thing I’m diabetic so don’t pay for my eye tests or prescriptions whether I’m in work or not as due to one thing or another, I’m on about 10 different meds per day, and at £7.80 per item, that £78 just on meds every 4 weeks!!!! I applied for ESA due to my health issues, but I’m not “ill enough” for them, yet I’m too ill for them to send me on a hgv driving course – what the fuck!!!! I’m either well enough to work, or I’m not well enough to work, and they want it both fucking ways!!!! Yes, I replaced the Focus with a new(ish) silver Beatle, but had to sell her to pay debts that I’d accumulated, and she was misfiring anyway (seriously, when it costs a tenner to drive 20-30 in a 2 litre VW bug, you’ve got a serious problem).

So, with 5 weeks left to 2014, I can gladly say this year can go fuck itself. I’ve had enough. This is before any of the bullshit I’ve read from the trans exclusionary radical feminists. Yes, it is all about you isn’t it? I transitioned from male to female in 1999 just to piss you off and fuck you over, when I only found out anything about radical feminists in 2012. Yes, I transitioned, took hormones and had surgery so I could invade female only spaces and rape radical feminists. Of course I’ll have to order a decent strap on to do that now seeing as I had surgery nearly 9 years ago, but let’s not let the truth or facts get in the way of good old fashined radical feminist paranoia and bullshit. I really don’t understand how they can believe the bullshit they peddle, and keep a serious look on their faces, but fuck it, they can kiss my big fat arse for all I care anymore, I’m done with that shit. If you read what they write about trans people and actually believe it, then I guess you’ll believe anything you read, so you’re not worth wasting my time over.

Fuck this year.

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Video footage of transwoman Abuzar Chaudhary committing assault and battery at Toronto’s “Transgender Day of Remembrance”

Miep beat me to it, that flag is a mess! Looks like it was put together by the political correct committee,

As for “assault and battery”, please, I’ve seen more aggressive behaviour at kicking out time, and that was always the lesbians.
The lack of disrespect from your commentators GM is disgusting. The Transgender Day of Remembrance is to remember the transgender victims of violence. You’d be understandably annoyed and upset if similar comments we’re made with regards to a similar event for non-trans women.

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Show us your tits!

Firstly, Paris is a woman, not a man. Your deliberately referring to her as a man and male and using male references says more about you than it does her, in my opinion it makes you an asshole.
Secondly, are you deliberately missing the point here? Paris isn’t saying there’s a right way and a wrong way to be a woman or to be a man. She’s saying that some people, say there are very definite wrong ways to be a man or a woman. This is the 21st century for God’s sake. If you want to wear short skirts, heels and plaster your face in make up, that’s your right, that’s your choice. If you want to cover yourself head to toe like the Victorian style dress Pairs mentions, then that’s your right and your choice too (I’m not talking about religious dress like Burka’s here, that’s an entirely different debate that I’ll post about when I’ve found the right words).
Saying that Paris hates women when she see’s herself as a woman, regardless of how anyone else see’s her, just make no sense at all, it would be like hating meat, being a full vegan, but then going into Maccydees’s for a quarter pounder with cheese.
If you like the regular “bland” sex, that’s fine, if you like something more adventurous, that’s fine too, apart from the obvious exceptions of bdsm, if you’re not hurting anyone, then what’s the harm?

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