Archive for March, 2015
My question for any political party wanting my vote, what are you going to do for me? Selfish of me to ask, but we should all be asking that question.
So, as a single 40 year old transsexual woman with no kids, currently no job, renting a tiny 2 up 2 down end terrace. I’m guessing nothing.
Ffs! You don’t need religion to know what’s right or wrong.
Two guys break into an atheist’s home. He has a little atheist wife and two little atheist daughters. Two guys break into his home and tie him up in a chair and gag him. And then they take his two daughters in front of him and rape both of them and then shoot ’em and they take his wife and then decapitate her head off in front of him. And then they can look at him and say, ‘Isn’t it great that I don’t have to worry about being judged? Isn’t it great that there’s nothing wrong with this? There’s no right or wrong, now is it dude?’ Then you take a sharp knife and take his manhood and hold it in front of him and say, ‘Wouldn’t it be something if this was something wrong with this? But you’re the one who says there is no God, there’s no…
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Depression is more than just feeling down or unhappy. Right now, I should be asleep before I start my new job in the morning, but I have this overwhelming feeling of “I can’t be bothered”, and that seems like I’m being lazy, or I’m downplaying the situation, but that’s really how I feel right now, I just can’t be bothered. I’ve felt like this the night before I’ve made plans to go racing or meet a friend, I get excited by the prospect, I know it’s for my own good / I’ll enjoy myself, but I just lose the will or the motivation to do anything about it at the last minute, so much so that I end up feeling ill sometimes like I am now.
I know I should try again to get to sleep, get my act together and get my arse on the train down south later today, but I really just can’t be bothered right now.
Why I thought this post would be anything different than “ooh, poor women being downtrodden by evil men” is beyond me, so I’ll answer the question I thought was being asked first.
Is Motherhood a privilege? – When compared to “male privilege” or “white privilege”, then no, I don’t believe it is, as that implies you are in a better position as a parent than a non-parent. Is parenthood a right? No, you no more have the right to be a parent than you have the right to drive, or to a job. You choose to be a parent (for the most part), so it’s a privilege in the traditional meaning of the word.
No, as for the usual “ooh poor women” blah blah blah. FFS! Adults have free will. We can do what we want within the laws of the country we’re in (yes in some countries some laws need changing but that’s for another blog post). Stop winging that “ooh the patriarchy is stopping me from doing this” or “the patriarchy is stopping me from doing that”, bollocks to the patriarchy, if you want to do something, it’s not illegal, no one’s going to get hurt or injured, then what the fuck is stopping you??? Honestly, if there’s someone you want to do or feel you need to do then fucking do it and stop complaining, and before anyone bangs on anymore about patriarchy, ask yourself, “can I vote?” and if you can, that’s because people stood up for their and your rights against oppression, and they most likely had bigger, badder oppression to deal with.
This is likely to be a disputed position, but Forest Green Feminism believes so, and argues her point. She is very careful to point out that she does not deny male privilege or the fact that motherhood is a form of compliance, but she argues that beyond that motherhood does confer privilege over non-mothers.
First, the aggrandizement of motherhood is really about the favoring of sons — their creation, their nurture, their ultimate elevation into the power structure as high as they can go based on other factors, like race, class, and their own level of conformity. It is the duty of mothers to raise acculturated sons. Rape and male violence (down the hierarchy) are culturally-accepted norms. Mothers are to defend their sons against charges of rape and other forms of violence against ‘lessers,’ usually women but also marginalized men. And mothers do!
When I suggest that women’s loyalties…
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After seeing some really stupid comments on a Facebook group tonight from some men’s rights activists about feminism and feminists, can I just say that you are bonkers, stark raving out your fucking tree to believe what you posted, and the trans excluding feminists, the same goes for you. As of this moment, I am declaring myself a human rights activist, who isn’t all that active but is in spirit.
Not that I’m blatantly ripping off someone else’s blog idea, no no I’d never do that, shit why is my nose getting bigger? But I’ve seen others do it and been thinking for a few days, why not try it myself, so, ask me anything you want and I’ll try to answer in as honest and open way as I can.
Simply put, if you’re not attracted to someone, for whatever reason, you’re not attracted to them. How you deal with an approach for use of better words, determines whether you’re phobic or not. If you decline an advance and don’t act like an asshole about it ie “I’m sorry, you’re not my type / I’m not attracted to you”, that’s fine. If you say something nasty (and I can’t even think of anything to put here), the. You may be being an asshole and maybe bring transphobic. I was recently talking to a girl on a dating app, and she asked me would I date a black girl? I was appalled that she felt that question had to be asked in the 21st century! I told her that it wasn’t an issue for me, why would it be, but the age gap was an issue (I think she was about 20 years younger than me, so apart from making me feel old and like a paedophile, what would we talk about? What we do? If I’d have said she wasn’t my type, fine, if I’d said “I don’t date black people”, then there’s an element of racism there, and depending on what I say, an element of assholery, if that’s even a word.
this is a real-life exchange that took place between a lesbian activist, and a trans activist. the lesbian asked the trans “What’s the cotton ceiling?” and the following exchange ensued (if this is confusing in any way, its either my fault in formatting it, or its the fault of the trans for making such little sense in the first place. the lesbian was totally clear at all times):
From: [redacted lesbian]
Sent: March-10-12 12:04 PM
To: [redacted trans]
Subject: What’s the cotton ceiling?
On Mon, Mar 12, 2012 at 1:27 PM, [redacted trans] wrote:
The cotton ceiling is a theory proposed by trans porn star and activist Drew DeVeaux to explain the experiences queer trans women have with simultaneous social inclusion and sexual exclusion within the broader queer women’s communities. Basically, it means that cis queer women will be friends with us and talk day…
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Oh my God! The ignorance in this blog posting is astounding! Who do you advocate for? Yourself, people who share a common issue, people who are denied their rights etc. When you personally advocate for rights, who do you advocate for? Women? Wouldn’t that make guilty of the same thing you’re complaining about? Or do you advocate for all humans to have equal rights?
If a trannie ever says he is a trannie, transgender, trans-sexual what have you, he is transphobic. According to their philosophy, –their story that they are sticking to, they are women. What woman do you know says she is a trannie, transgender, or trans-sexual? She says she is a woman, or female. What woman do you know puts trans- anything in her bio? Or reminds people she is a woman? In what situation would I have to remind my friends and family that I am in fact a woman?
Are we staying in character or not, or is it only limited to females being forced to pretend like the males are in character 24/7 when it is obvious that they are not?
It’s like the emperor fighting for the right to be naked although he claims not to be naked and demands that no one else calls him naked. “I…
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