The Allure of Michfest: Why Trans Must Colonize This Unique Event

Michigan Womyn's Music Festival

Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival

The Ohio Lesbian Festival is open to transwomen, so why all the fuss over the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival? Why Camp Trans and Transwomen Belong Here? Why the trans-activist pressure guilt-trips on Michfest performers to stop playing at MWMF?

The biggest reason why male-to-female transwomen want in at MWMF instead of just going to OLF where they are included, is specifically because the intent of the Fest is a barrier; a barrier which must be overcome by any means.

The Age of Exploration

The Age of Discovery: Exploration of the secret and the unknown is its own reward

It has been my experience that men are (much) worse than women when it comes to a personal sense of entitlement and inclusion. In my experience, many, if not most activisting transwomen bring that sense of entitlement with them into their woman-identities.

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield

Transwomen belong here

Transwomen belong here

Transwomen want in to Michfest, specifically because they weren’t invited. The festival and The Land it takes place upon is a space to be explored, marked out, fought for and over, and ultimately conquered.

Roadtrip: In search of a mysterious location known as, "The Land"

Roadtrip! In search of a mysterious location known as: “The Land”


Have you seen an all-female gathering in these parts?

If you have ever been socialized as a boy from birth to adulthood, it is very easy to understand where transwomen are coming from, and why it is such a big deal that Lisa Vogel be forced to submit to their demands.

You gender heathens must all convert to Trans or else transphobia, which makes you a bad person

Yeah, I am going to have to demand that you gender heathens all convert to Trans* or else transphobia. Which means that you will go to hell and burn in a fire

Remember, military training and military culture are a part of many trans women’s narratives. Some of us have experience in the Army, Marines, Air Force, even Navy SEALs. Trust us, when it comes to trans-activism, we know how to do war.

Sir! Good news to report. Indigo Girls, Hunter Valentine, and Lea DeLaria  have surrendered to hurt feels trans-activism. We must keep up the pressure. It's only a matter of time before they all surrender and Michfest will finally be ours

Sir! Good news to report. Indigo Girls, Hunter Valentine, and Lea DeLaria have surrendered to hurt feels trans-activism. It is only a matter of time before Lisa Vogel capitulates and Michfest falls.

Once we’ve colonized MWMF it will be considered a “glorious victory for trans inclusion” an achievement to boast of and tell future transwomen about. How we bravely fought and beat the bigoted and ignorant FAB women and took over their space by making them invite us. We sure taught them a lesson! Social justice ftw!

Colonization: Forcing the "T" onto GLBT whether you like it or not

Colonization of Michfest: Forcing the “T” onto GLBT whether you like it or not. We can do it!

Sorry about your socialization!

Male socialization: yeah pretty much this

Male socialization: yeah pretty much like this



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My encounter with another transwoman in the women’s locker room


It was the whistling that clued me in that there was a man in the women’s locker room. I had just finished my lap swim, and I was taking a shower when I heard whistling in the next room over. I thought to myself, “what the hell?” and “it must be the janitor”. And because I had no desire to walk unclothed into the locker room with a man present, I dallied and continued my shower. I assumed the whistling would stop in seconds because the janitor would finish quickly and get out. But the whistler kept whistling, so I kept showering.

I kept listening for the expected sound of the locker room doors crashing open and shut as the janitor departed, but it did not happen. Cautiously, I wrapped myself up in my towel and peeked around the corner of the shower room into the locker room.


The whistler was a six foot tall woman in late middle age. Her back was to me as she stood at a locker arranging her things. I knew instantly, that she was trans. Given my past history, I had no desire to be seen naked by a late transitioner. I ghosted over to my locker and grabbed my bag and darted to a changing stall.

As I was putting my clothing on, a young Asian woman had come out from the lap swim and started showering off. At this point, the transwoman ceased whistling, and I could tell by the sound that she had sat down on the bench to change.

The Asian woman, probably twenty-something, finished her shower quickly and walked naked from the shower to the locker room, toweling herself as she went. At this point I came out of the changing stall, dressed in my street clothing, sans my socks and sneakers which were still in my locker.

I glanced sidelong for a split-second at the tall, broad-shouldered transwoman as I approached the benches. The transwoman was gawking at the Asian lady as she was getting dressed. The woman had her back to the transwoman as she finished drying off and began dressing, so she did not see what I saw. I saw The Gaze. The gaze I had avoided by dressing in the changing stall, when I realized that the whistler was a transwoman.


The transwoman continued to disrobe and put on her own bathing suit in preparation for her swim. But as she did, she continued to gaze at the Asian woman as she got her clothes on. I saw the whole thing out of the corner of my eyes. The Asian girl looked at the floor. The transwoman looked at the Asian woman. I shot glances at the transwoman. The transwoman never looked directly or indirectly at me, perhaps because I was clothed.

Very. Very. Awkward.

I suspect that the transwoman frequented another public swim location, and that her appearance at the pool I liked to go to was a result of maintenance at the one she attended. I had no desire to share that locker room with that transwoman again, and I avoided that particular pool for a couple months afterward in the hopes of not encountering her again. I haven’t yet, so I assume it was either a random encounter or that she frequented a different pool.

The main point of the story is, whistling in the women’s locker room. Dead giveaway that there was a man in there. Only it was a transwoman. A transwoman who could not keep her eyeballs off the young Asian girl, whose back was turned to the transwoman as she got dressed.

Even though that transwoman is recognized as female and did not have a penis, she doesn’t belong at the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival any more than I do, for the reasons I described here.

While I know that some women do whistle, that’s not the issue I am trying to highlight. The problem was the fifty-odd years of living in a man’s body, with a brain bathed in male sex hormones and a culture that teaches men that women’s bodies are theirs for the gazing at.

A transwoman may claim that she feels like a woman inside, but transition and a sex change does not remove the lifelong Patriarchy socialization that conditioned the transwoman to feel entitled to gaze and gawk. And I do mean gawk. There is a difference between a transient glance at someone else in the locker room, and the long, lingering, scanning stare that the transwoman played over the Asian woman’s body. In this case the transwoman’s actions spoke more about her socialization than her feminized body or her identity.

This example that I share with you highlights why places like Michfest are important. They give born-females a chance to organize and be away from both Male Gaze and the man-culture that encourages women to be the gazed-upon.

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on becoming a servant

Goddess watch over me

Goddess watch over me

When I went and started living full-time as Plastic Girl, I started my life, all over again. Because I was young, with no degree or trade, I had no marketable skills.

My resume had previously been filled with blue-collar stuff, like working in factories, doing janitorial work, temp work in construction, that sort of thing. I mean, once I was out of my teens as an adult, I left fast-food and pizza delivery to get into the 12-hour graveyard shifts of industrial labor. Such is the life of working poor. You take what you can get, and you make the best of it. When the labor demand dries up, you find another job.

In the post 9-11 world, blue-collar industry was destroyed in the slow downward spiral they call the Great Recession, or something. When I transitioned into Plastic Girl, I still had nothing but my blue-collar background.

When I went on to live my life “full-time” as Plastic Girl, I moved from my transition town to a new city for a fresh start, where ostensibly, no one would know me from my old life.

The problem was, I was no longer living in an unincorporated area on the edges of an industrial and warehouse sector. I was living in a Big Name City which has a clear middle and upper class, as well as a lower class. It really is a caste-system based (partly) on what skills you have on your resume. I had no white-collar skills on mine, to save my life.

Very soon after I started my new life, I ran out of money! Getting a nine-to-five gig where I could stand on my feet all day, forty-plus hours a week and do mindlessly simple and repetitive manual tasks for minimum wage was Freaking Hard! It just was not happening, thanks to Nine-Eleven.

In no time at all, during the course of using up my money for the job hunt, I became destitute. And due to my trans-related medical issues, I needed access to medical care. I found a GLBT-friendly clinic with a sliding scale fee schedule.

While I was in the waiting area, I met other transwomen and men. Some of these transwomen fell in love with me, on sight.

Others could barely believe that yours truly was in a free clinic for the underclass. Mainly because, to put it simply, I was young, white, healthy-looking, in good spirits and fairly confident in my identity as Plastic Girl. This made me magnetic, or something, because I attracted transwomen and chasers like nobody’s business.

The fact of the matter is, I was alone, in a new city, in a new life, and I had no friends. I accepted the attentions of some of these transwomen. And that is when I got my education about surviving Teh Street. Surviving being (truly) poor. Getting by, as an underclass.

There was a time when I thought people who applied for welfare were just too lazy or too unmotivated to keep striving until they got a job. I had always associated welfare as being for families of immigrants, or women with children. That was when I was younger, and stupider and far more mabtastic.

I found out from my new trans-friends, that I could collect a small stipend, food stamps and some vouchers for public transportation, if I was willing to humble myself in order to go to the city welfare agency, and ask for help.

So. Because I could not get a job doing what I knew how to do best, I destroyed my mab-ego-pride a little more, and went down to the welfare office to apply for welfare, right alongside those immigrants and single women with children.

I had never done anything like that before, and I felt ashamed that I was left with no other choice, simply because I could just not get a regular honest job. But I did it, and I qualified, and I got food stamps and the whole nine yards.

One day, one of my trans-girlfriends asked me if I wanted to make some easy money to augment my welfare stipend. Of course, I said “Yes”. So. Then we went to a bar that caters to hooking up TGs with MABs who like them.

My friend showed me the ropes. I watched her, and I learned. In no time at all, she had brought some older guy in his fifties over to our table. Turns out, he was willing to pay us each $100 dollars if we would let him watch us make out/make love while he fapped and did a bump of meth or two while fapping.

We brought him back to our place, and everything went according to plan. He was a decent guy to us both. We both “earned” our trick money that night, and it paid for internet, clothes, toiletries, that sort of thing.

My friend used to do the street walk scene. This can be very dangerous work. It is fraught with abusers, some of whom will think nothing much of pulling a knife on you when you get into their car, insist on a free BJ, and then kick you to the curb after he comes in your mouth. This actually happened to my friend one night, while I was inside the bar pacing myself on a glass of red wine, scoping out potential dates.

She picked up a trick from a sidewalk pull-over while she was outside having a cigarette (or fag, as you Brits say), and she was assaulted the instant the door closed and the car pulled away. The john left her without due compensation for services rendered, about four blocks away from the bar I was in. It was pretty awful.

I realized I didn’t want to do the street scene, if I could avoid it. I have done it a handful of times before, but, I trust my spidey-sense and so, when I would get a bad feeling about the vibe coming off a john who is scoping me, I walked back into the bar. It was much better and safer and generally paid better to screen my dates at the table over a drink, then to actually step up to a J that pulls over to the sidewalk for you.

My friend was not very good at saving money and nor did she have a head for business of any kind. So, she spent her meager street-walker earnings as fast as she got it. But I saw a better way to survive and thrive and get ahead and move up financially.

What happened over the course of two months was, I slowly saved up my bar-trick money, and then used it to launch my own business as a call-girl. Then, I got into hyper-femininity.

Within two weeks I had burned up all my saved money on a sexy wardrobe, makeup, grooming stuff, all the girly things a bottom girl wears to show menz she is a bottom.

During my first week of being a real call-girl, I made more money in cash for a few hours of work, than I made in a forty-plus hour-a-week job where I worked my fingers and back to the bone while standing on my feet all day.

With that kind of money, I got off welfare. I didn’t need it! I didn’t want to collect it, unless I really and truly needed it. My welfare stipend for a month was like, $220 dollars, with $100 dollars in food stamps to go with it. I was able to get into better housing of my own effort and new-found financial privilege. This kind of quick and easy cash under the table, upgraded my standard of living and consumption in no time at all.

I had my first ‘girl-friend’ date soon after I started advertising. I was called and booked for an appointment. I got ‘dressed’ and performed all the femininity rituals, including foot-hobbling and short skirts.

I took a cab to a Big Time Ritzy Hotel and was admitted to an amazing hotel suite with a near-panoramic view of the night-time city. It was, well, lovely. For that evening I was a faux-girlfriend and sexual servant to a (nice) VIP mab. He left me a white envelope with five hundred dollars in it. For four hours of work. Less than an hour of the total time spent with him was actual sex-worker stuff.

I would take a couple of these kinds of appointments a week. I would sometimes take quicky appointments at my home that involved various short and sweet sexual services, but my specialty was the “girl-friend” experience. This means, being a servant-girl and submissive to menz for a couple of hours. Being his “date” to dinner and drinks, and or whatever.

I learned to be a good listener. I learned to let guys talk and let them relax and enjoy my femininity and openness. I learned to please someone besides myself. And after awhile, I got good at it. De-stressing guys who wanted no-strings faux-intimacy with a girl they did not have to see ever again, was my job for the better part of a year and a half.

If someone had told me when I was eighteen years old, that I would be living as a woman and a call-girl in a Big City three thousand miles away from my rural hometown in a mere seven years down the road, I would have laughed at the insanity and imagination of the idea. But that is where I found myself, within five months of going full-time with my life as Plastic Girl.

When you are poor and you ask others for help just to stay alive, your ego goes away. It has no choice, but to die. This will change your personality.

Your ego gets shattered a bit more, with each and every new level you are forced to bend and yield to. You learn to say “please” and “thank you” and “I am sorry (if I offended)” with total sincerity, because, after enough repetitions, your submission will no longer be an act, but just a fact.

When rich MABs, or educated and business-type women look at you momentarily as you pass them by on the street on the way to the bank to deposit the money you made the evening before, you avert your eyes and look at the ground. Because, you know your place as a transwoman and prostitute.

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Friday Fun in Frames per second

something fun for friday.

oh and for you gamer geeks, as of today, (not counting spam or moderation hold) i have 1337 comments. woot!

in random news and muse…

as i am going about my day periodically i think about what ive written (or plan to) at Plastic Girl and suddenly bust up laughing.

one such recurring moment of mirth is my post titled “Penile Inversion Survivor”, which can be turned into the acronym P.I.S.

occasionally ill say things just barely audibly near people. “Ima penile inversion survivor! holy shit!”

sometimes i will turn it into a sort of little ditty and sing out “iiiii-aaaa-mmmm. a peeeeeenile inverrrrrsion sur-vivooooooorrrrr”, in as loud, but feminine voice as i possibly can. then i start laughing to the edge of tears because its so hilar…!

and today i was thinking of gamer culture, male culture and male sexual-socialisation. and it occurred to me after watching Annie Danger’s video, that her next paper could be called “redefining teabagging”.

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the insanity of the term “cisprivilege”

(and why this made-up term is really bullshit made up by trans-centered and clueless transactivists. Julia Serano comes to mind, actually, as do her neophyte glomlings)



(LGBT, neologism) The social advantage enjoyed by those who are cisgender/cissexual.

Who uses the term “cisprivilege” and what does it mean to them? Transwomen use this term without having any idea at all how profoundly offensive it is to born-females. What transwomen mean when they say born-females enjoy “cisprivilege”

  • You can grow your hair long and NOBODY questions you! omg!
  • you get to wear dresses and pantyhose and paint your toes and nobody calls you a fag!
  • shopping for high heels. srsly!
  • having doors held open for you by chivalrous dinosaurs
  • getting “dressed” in feminine clothing of any kind, especially little black dresses
  • being a cheerleader, or Hooters girl.
  • going to a bar and having all your drinks paid for, and cigarettes gifted by, your orbiters
  • lipstick and gloss and sparkly blush or eye shadow…so girly!
  • sweet sixteen parties! why can’t boys have them! so unfair!
  • all-girl slumber parties! #ragenvy
  • vaginas! and boobs!
  • being Daddy’s little girl and getting a new Camaro for your seventeenth birthday. Wow!

Here is an incomplete list of the social “advantages” of so-called “cis” sexual females.

  • having the Amber Alert system named after you!
  • FBI rape statistics. Look them up!
  • female-only rape shelters
  • being a college-aged woman, going for a walk in the woods with a politician boyfriend and never being seen again
  • female genital mutilation
  • foot-binding
  • wife-burning
  • being acid-splashed or beheaded by your father for failing to obey Shariah
  • being hunted down and killed by your brother or cousin, as an “honor killing” for dropping the hajib and dating Western men
  • “want some candy, little girl?” says the creepy pedo in the Buick pulling up alongside a fourth-grade girl walking home from school
  • being abducted out of a shopping cart by a ball-cap wearing man while mom is in the next aisle over, and disappeared, never to be seen again
  • losing your virginity to your Dad, Uncle, Grandfather, brother or cousin
  • first period, (menarche) occuring during the first class of the day in junior high! is that blood on your desk chair?
  • periods, period! cramps, water weight, swollen ankles, swollen abdomen, weird food cravings and aversions, being “pissed-off” (all freakin day!) moodswings, aunt flow, blood clots, ew! pads or tampons laydees?
  • the morning-after pill. The condom broke he said, time for Plan B, girls!
  • creepy gynecologists and your pelvic exams!
  • being locked into your father’s basement from age twelve to age twenty-two, and bearing or miscarrying one or more of your Daddy’s rape-babies.
  • being sold by your family – works for royalty, all the way down to the peasantry
  • having asshole MALES scream at you and shove pictures of feotuses in formeldahyde in your face as you walk into an abortion clinic to terminate a rape or otherwise unwise or unwanted pregnancy
  • ectopic pregnancy. ouch!
  • PCOS. how do you like my Captain Morgan and my she-goat? hey transwomen, got the name of a good electrologist?
  • dying while giving birth. it still happens in this country and it was once a very common way for women to die. Still common in underdeveloped countries.
  • being killed or having a male stalk or attempt to murder you, for becoming a feminist. It’s more likely than you think, right trans?
  • Being the exclusive prey item on a sociopath, psychopath or narcissists serial killer murder spree wanted list: Ed Gein, Ted Bundy, Donald Neilson, Gary Leon Ridgway, Dennis Rader, and my personal favorite, Gentleman Jack the Ripper, stalker and killer of prostitutes
  • Being a widow, with no surviving family, forgotten and alone in your house at the end of a street.
  • being homeless and pregnant, or pregnant and headed to prison!
  • not having medical pros or law enforcement take you seriously when reporting medical or criminal events
  • being mansplained to by males in your family, friend circle or professional peers
  • and so much more!

What transwomen mean by female “cisprivilege”: “omg, you totally get to be feminine and nobody questions you, your sexuality or your state of mind! plus boobs! and vaginas!” what females understand as “cisprivilege”: femicide, sexism, rape and oppression

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Transgender Heresy – The truth about pre-transition depression

It’s been several years since I mentioned this and it was as a comment response to Japple before he got scared and quit commenting.

A lot of folks assume that trans-folk are all depressed and two-steps-from-suicide when they begin transition. And maybe that’s part of the problem with post-transition unhappiness in so many.

They didn’t do the ontological work, but instead “escaped” something, by transitioning.

At this point I am going to state with a fair degree of confidence, I may very well have been the only trans-sexed person who was happy as a guy in the years preceding transition.

There is no way in hell you are allowed to resort to transition as treatment, unless you present with mental health problems and dysphoria.

I accepted that due to financial constraints, medical transition, SRS essentially, was beyond my means, and I moved on with my life. I eventually became both comfortable and happy, as a young man.

However, I still had the inner desire, a wish, a dream, a vision, of a trans-gender, trans-sex rebirth. When I got the opportunity, I went for it.

I don’t mean to rub it in for the countless hordes of depressed pre-transitioners. This is more of a slap at WPATH/HBSOC.

The whole reason I transitioned under the table, besides being unable to look a female therapist in the eye and tell her “Yeah, I’ve always been a woman. I’ve felt that way my whole life”, was that I was not only not depressed when I started taking electroly and hormones, but I was actually quite okay with being male.

I just wanted to be female.

So I went from being a happy dude, to a happy dudette. And I did not get to leverage a STEM career and turn into a cubicle-jockey geek-girl making $100k a year plus benes.

I went from being a laborer, to being a prostitute. It was not easy. But, I kept a tiny amount of vanity and pride though my ordeals, meaning, I didn’t let the lifestyle grind me down like it does other sex workers, both born-female and trans. And I kept a positive outlook. I am grateful for the experiences that have helped me understand a woman’s place better, and the resocialization aspects.

My advice to future transwomen… as soon as you go full-time, cut ties with the trans community, restart your life from scratch, and try to make some female friends. It increases the challenge level and difficulty of your transition and you will probably pass better socially, and have a better appreciation of “what it means to be a woman”, as you will have to restart your life with almost no advantages, and procure a new life with your new body, brain, personality, and socialization.

So, dear WPATH board members, you need to get a clue. Not all of us have mortal depression, nor do we want two years of gender therapy, nor do we want a mental health diagnosis.

Post transition, i really felt like I corrected a neuro-anatomical, biological issue, not a mental one based on the problematic “gender dysphoria”.

I mean, how ridiculous is that? Gender dysphoria? Really.

Posting this because I just love this video and wanted to see it on my main PG blog :P

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Weapon of the Goddess


a very creative piece by Shanmongom.

Originally posted on shanmongom:

Monsters are made in the image of man
whose truth reveals his monsters within.
And man is made in God’s image, he says,
so monsters made have Divine hands.

And so She unleashed a virus into men,
summoning Her accolytes from his ranks,
seduced with their own gaze
into the blood rites of their form.

The vagina of man,
lest it atrophy,
craves a phallus to live
by his design.

But the receptacle of man
bears Her rage.
The phallus turns inward
and births its own consumption.

Feel his fear in you
and feed on it.
Remake his desire
so sewn into you
a hunger for blood.

Remember the pain that called you.
Feel Her rage in it.
There within, find your teeth.

The Monster
birthed by man,
begat of Lilith,
the sword of man turned on himself.

Rise, my woemen, my cysters.
Consume man,
not for his sustenance,

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A nightmare on trans street: this is colonization

Continuing my slam against transgenders… and cueing off the comments in the Allure of Michfest post, and the most recent posts.

This is Ida Hammer. Ida somehow managed to infiltrate the New York Dyke March and gained a leadership position in the organizer’s ranks. From what I understand, Ida sought out an encounter with Cathy Brennan, for the sole purpose of starting shit.

I wonder how long Ida practiced her hand-on-breast gesture.

Nice pants, Cathy. Also, your tag is up.

How annoying that Serano’s genderist lingo has made it into activist speech.

Listen to the loosely dressed woman’s, “As a cis woman…”

Give me a break.

How did that girl absorb and internalize Serano’s brain poop, while I, a not-so-cis woman, completely reject it?

Can you imagine how galling it would be, to be a lesbian-for-life, a born female and a dyke, and show up to YOUR march, only to find that a transwoman with minimal lived FAB life had not only penetrated the organization, but obtained a leadership position in it?

Not only that, but said appropriator actually takes the time to seek you out to argue with, publicly.

This is what lesbian erasure looks like, from the front lines of the gender war.

Ida, come here to my blog and feel free to comment.

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anti-trans activism


I’ll lay it out as simply as possible.

The HBSOC and WPATH are completely failing to understand me and my kind. the sisterhood of mutants.

instead, they peddle trans-gender identity. you have to believe in gender to get modded, to live as a woman. this is pure patriarchy in action. also, total treatment goal failure for someone who is transsexual. not to mention “proper” (a.k.a. by-the-book) transition is basically a rich mab’s past-time.

So, a poor neuro-mutant like me, who craved SRS, was basically doomed not to be able to transition according to the WPATH, because i could neither afford, nor did i believe in, gender identity, or and gender therapy…

im a gender atheist. I would feel female if i looked like Mystique. I dont need femininity and dressups to feel female. My identity is based on socialization, neurology, sex-identity and spiritual-nature.

TGs are men, pure and simple. techno-barbies, gay bottoms in denial, or agps, or something. many if not most of whom, i would not count as a sister, want in my restroom, or desire as my rape or crysis counselor. These are men who have bought into female, sex-based gender mandates, and they truly think that merely copying these rituals, grants them the identity or experience or voice, of a woman-born-female under the P, with a lived life under the P.

This is dangerous for women and girls. It really is. It is colonisation.

True TSes, should be neuro-testable, and transitioned as they see fit.

If anyone was “born” to have a successful sex change and have a high satisfaction self-rating of post transition and post body-mod life, it would be me, in all humility.

Some women go their whole lives wondering how to have a clitoral orgasm, or even if they have had an orgasm, after PIV with mens…. its pretty clear that my CNS could handle SRS without even socially transitioning to the opposite sex. Meaning I could have had SRS at the beginning of my transition, and not as some brass ring at the end of transition…

more later…

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spiral wheel of fortune, turning…

I had the sheriffs deliver divorce papers to my s-o at work. I’ve been in tears all day. I was a housewife and a spouse for ten years. Now I am neither, having lost both my house and my spouse… I feel a little lost and a lot useless. I poured a lot of love onto my ex. We spent the first three days of our relationship, together, in my bed, doing nothing but snuggling and kissing. I used to think there was nothing a night of snuggling couldn’t cure, relationship-wise. I was wrong.

For my ex:

Out of what has been a really austere and ascetic couple of months that culminated in me filing for divorce…a ray of light. Periodically, I visit FCM’s old blog. Some of you may know that I consider FCM to be my first  radfem teacher. It seems she surfaced to co-offer a post at another blog. I am so happy to see anything from her!

I missed you FCM! Tyvvvm for your blog(s).



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Happy Halloween :)

remembering the witches – happy halloween trans and rad fems.

enjoy all the Things…

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The End of Trans Gender

As I continue my roll against gender identity this month (1. 2.) , I would point out, that I, bio-technically-speaking, am a transperson. And I do not believe in gender identity. I certainly do not believe that gender identity “disorder” is a medical condition.

When it comes to trans, what we have, really, are two types (similar but different to Professor Jeffreys or Michael Bailey’s “two-types”).

There are transgenders – individuals who crave the opposite sex’s social gender construct, and have a greater or lesser desire to remold their behavior, dress, and mannerisms, to more closely resemble a member of the opposite sex. Some transgenders also experiment with cross-sex hormones, and some do in fact “go-all-the-way” and opt for breast augmentation, sex reassignment surgery, and perhaps desired facial surgeries.

Then there are sex-dysphoric transsexuals. Persons who believe they were born with the wrong genitals and hormones. To such a person, gender, as we understand it, is only situationally relevant. Meaning, that the primary problem for this patient-group, is a desire for a missing set of reproductive organs of the opposite sex.

Speaking for myself, at the risk of sounding appropriating, I will say that I have had a persistent feeling that my nervous system was closer to female parameters, than to male ones, regardless of whether the truth of that conviction can be scientifically validated.

This subjective sense of “missing” certain biological elements manifested in womb envy, vagina envy, estrogen envy and pregnancy envy. I would argue that there is an as yet not-fully-understood complex of genes or embryonic gestation errors which can manifest in a male child who has a conviction that he is “trapped in the wrong body”.

Looked at from that perspective, can you not see how a transsexual and a transgender identified persons can have totally separate reasons for wanting to become women? A TG wants in on dress-ups, femininity rituals, and “girlyness” the social gender construct behaviors assigned to those born with a vagina.

A TS just wants to get sexually corrected. Simple as that, really. Like, “Hey! Guys? Gals? any chance on finding me my missing vagina, womb and ovaries, please?”

Both the TG and the TS share a similar problem, though. This is the “post transition life”.  In order to be seen as female and accepted as a woman, both TGs and TSes need to be able to project the mental and emotional and social cues needed to assimilate with born-females. Many of those cues must be learned through socialization.

Anyway, what should you do if your child shows gender confusion? Leave them alone! Let Tommy wear his hair long and paint his toenails. Let Katie wear pants, and a belt, and short hair. It is partly because children are not allowed to explore gender presentation, that gender identity later becomes an issue. Being a transgender person is a relatively new phase for humanity and I am sure that path can not be an easy one.

What to do if your child shows sex confusion? Before you run off to Norman Spack looking for a diagnosis of True Transsexual, bear in mind, those feelings may sort themselves out over time. But it is certainly possible that you have a child who, on some, cellular level, acutely feels his missing female biology, and as time goes on, that feeling of lusting for a corrected body may only intensify and increase in severity. Such a child may very well be destined for a full sex change, and be one of the happy ones for it. That doesn’t mean that the corrected TS person won’t have some resocialization training coming, in order to maximize one’s personal satisfaction of transitioning to live as a member of the opposite sex.

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Plastic Girl’s Definitive Guide to Transwomen Who Should Never Ever Be Rape Counselors

***This will be an ongoing work***

As a multiple-rape survivor, I am keenly aware of the failure of the power-words, “Stop”, and “No” and the thrust of phallic language meant to intimidate or violate. A very wise woman once said, “men rape with things other than their dicks”. I will add to that, that women also are capable of this kind of violation. And I’ve been on the receiving end of psychiatric rape (forced medication and restraints), parental rape (religious-themed molestation), boyfriend rape (he wouldnt stop thrusting when it became uncomfortable) and date rape (i was sedated by a client and forcibly penetrated without my consent beforehand), so I know a thing or two about being violated, internally, externally, mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually.

There are (at least) two qualities almost all rapists have.

1. an utter indifference to your boundaries/voice/wishes/physical safety

2. no remorse or even awareness, whatsoever for and of their rapetastic behaviour.

Having monitored the trans community off and on for over ten years, I have considered well, how many of my half sisters, or TG women or TS women, that I would want to confide in, talk to, confess to, embrace, seek solace, seek compassion, a kind, listening and nonjudgmental ear, a suffering sister who knows all the way to her soul, what unwanted penetration means.

Easily 90% of online trans that I have seen in action in their own spheres of media, do not pass the grade for being MY rape counselor, or go-to GF for sanctuary and understanding after a violation. This is important to the psychology of passing. Really. It is.

I will be expanding this guide in the days and weeks to come. Now, shall we begin?

#1 Andrea James. Put up images of Michael Bailey’s kids as revenge.

#2 Anne Lawrence. Fondled a patients genitals while patient was sedated

#3 Julia Serano. Thinks penis is female. Believes lesbians shouldnt discriminate against penises. Is on record stating that she is “alienated” by talk of female reproductive issues. As pregnancy is a very real possible outcome of rape, this is kind of important.

#4 Dana Lane Taylor. Loves, and I mean loves, sex workers. Thanks Dana. Also allegedly tried to raise a bounty on Gallus Mag. Pretty much making Dana and I enemies forever. Get out of feminist and trans politics, Dana. You are a repli-cant.

#5 Tina Tonga. Believes in corrective rape for radical feminist lesbians

# 6 Christian Williams. Stalker-extraordinaire.

#7 Roz Kaveney. Awful

#8 Laurelai Bailey. Preys on transwomen and born-females. Documented history of this.

#9 Aeryn Fulton. Threatened or insinuated harm would come to Cathy Brennan and vowed to crash Michfest. Uses abundant military-speak

#10 Natalie Reed. Is pro transgender. Pro off-label lupron use (i.e. medical experimentation), for so-called “trans kids”. Hasn’t actually suffered the effects of Lupron for herself, or even tried the stuff. Also protested against Vancouver Rape Relief! Just…(!). When I asked about Ms. Reeds thoughts on the Girly Point Scale, she accused me of being a terf. Hmph. Not sure if honored… Has worn on occasion a “Die Cis Scum” jacket. Yeah, Natalie pretty much has zero compassion for women, women’s issues, is entirely “trans-centered” and is totally clueless of FAB life. There is zero chance I would want Natalie Reed to answer the phone for a rape or cry sis hotline.

#11 Alice Kalafarski. For a whole host of reasons, flagrant autogynesmirk included, I would never in a million years want Ms. Kalafarski as my rape counselor. Reading Alice K’s internet-testimony of her thinking-processes while invading Michfest told me all I need of Alice’s “gender-identity”.  If her Michfest diary was not offensive and entitled enough, the story of her offering her penile masturbation in a woman’s sexuality tent, is 100% proof-positive that Ms. Kalafarski is utterly clueless to FAB life, not to mention just plain insensitive to her surroundings!

#12 Zinnia Jones. Zinnia may have the most monotonous and uninflected, unemotional and unfeminine voice I have ever heard on a transwoman. If not the most, it’s right up there. For that reason alone, I would hang up if I heard Zinnia answer the phone.

#13 Annie “Dangerously Big Sack” Danger. Under most circumstances, as a former sex worker, I am the last person to kink-shame someone. I appreciate when someone knows what they like. But after watching a video of Annie inflating her scrotum to the size of a small cantaloupe and reading her “trans-body manifesto” for inclusion at Michfest, I am quite all set with having Ms. Danger be my rape counselor. Sorry about that, Annie. Not really.

#14 June Day. For penetrating a WOC space with a TWBH shirt, as a Caucasian trans-infantry activist. You can pretty much bet I have no desire for Ms. Day as my counselor. Also, … nevermind.

#15 Dana McCallum. Um, hello, a bepenised transwoman who was arrested for assaulting her wife, while intoxicated. Maabtastic vs rapetastic tags vie for dominance here.

#16 “Aunty” Sarah Brown. Perhaps the most disgusting trans-activist in the United Kingdom. Describers himself as lesbian, yet doesn’t like actual lesbians, or vaginas. Coined a ridiculous phrase after and as revenge against, Julie Bindel. When I asked Sarah about this personally on twitter, she basically told me that Julie was essentially, “asking for it” given what she saying about transwomen. As if that was not offensive enough, when I pointed out the trans-centered thinking underpinning the idea of “transmisogyny”, Sarah flat-out told me, “Fuck. You”.

Guess what Sarah? Your use of phallic rape language to me automatically invalidates you as my rape counselor. Also, if it talks like a man, and postures like one, and draws his “female” life experience from forty or more years of being a man, than you scan as “male” to me.

Utterly clueless as to his own male mental dick, Sarah is basically a post-op dude in drag. No way would I call Sarah up as my bff or as a sister, if I got violated somehow, especially by a dude, and wanted to chat about it or get it off my chest. The chances that Sarah could be expected to be sensitive to my experience, is about 0%. Not only are all these strikes against Sarah Brown, but this individual trots out all the usual argumentum-ad-Serano political bullshit, like “authentically male”, “cissplaining”, “cisgender”, “cissexual”, etc, ad nauseam.

Back in 2011, after reading my first Michfest post and getting schooled in my comments section, Sarah limped over to an anti-rad fem blogger site to complain about me, calling me a “quisling”. I was annoyed about that for all of about six seconds. Namely because, by trying to understand feminism, radical feminism, and women’s issues, I’ve been doing a little work..if you consider me a trans activist. Right? I mean, come on. Rather than fight rad fems across public media, I immediately started reading their books to understand. By the same token, I don’t claim membership as a transwoman. I don’t cry about cisprivilege or transmisogyny. My concerns are born-female concerns, mostly. By calling me a quisling, Aunty “suck-my-formaldehyde-pickled-balls” Sarah acknowledged that I transitioned to, and activist for, women-born-females, as opposed to being a properly loyal transactivist, given that, well, I transed my sex and gender.

Bottom line. Sarah Brown is a man, an MRA and a disgrace to women and transwomen alike. If you think Sarah Brown is cool, you definitely would not get along with me.

17 Sophie Banks. Any trans-woman who goes up against rape shelters, is not going to be on my friends list. But Sophie is so heroically invested in transition that he stated publicly that being a woman was very difficult, in the getting-a-job department, and that he might detransition in order to bring in some money as his old self again. After admitting that to yourself and to the world via twitter, how you can not understand the concept of male privilege? It boggles. I can not take the identity of any transwoman who would detransition partly or completely to MAKE USE OF ADVANTAGES ENJOYED WHILE LIVING AS MALE seriously. No way. Won’t happen.

18. Gemma Seymour. Wielding a Cold-Steel home-crafted spear, Seymour patrolled Camp Trans to protest not being expressly invited to Michfest. Also skilled at false prophecy, Gemma visited Plastic Girl to complain about things in my “Allure of Michfest” post. In her comments, she proclaimed the lack of relevancy of, and the impending death of, both Michfest and Radical Feminism, to which I basically stated, “Not if anything to say about it, I have.”

19. Autumn Sandeen. Heavily involved in “anti-terfism” it was Ms. Sandeen who replied to my query about placing bounties on radical feminists with the excuse/endorsement “the terfs are using assymetrical warfare against us”. A non-op (read: bepenised) TG on disabilty for mental illness acquired during transition, Sandeen embodies the creepy middle-aged AGP transitioners i encountered in 2000. Stealth, in the presence of someone like Sandeen, is, quite frankly, impossible. For a plethora of poignant and passing-related issues, Sandeen is not cut-out to be a rape crisis counselor.

20. Janet Mock. Between her clueless vagina-shaming women with the term “fish”, and arguably worse, her enthusiastic endorsement of entering sex work as a course of empowerment. Janet Mock may have entered and exited sex work with far fewer scratches and bruises than either I or my other sisters of the night have endured. And some sex workers endure this profession, for decades. In various posts on this blog, I detailed some of the hazards of the profession that largely and luckily did not befall Ms. Mock. Namely, brutal assault, lack of payment, and rape. Janet’s experience, and mine, not to mention untold other women’s experience in the profession differ considerably. Enough for me, that I would not call Janet up, as one friend or professional to another, had I known her when I got raped in my home. For promoting prostitution as a form of empowerment for young trans folks, Janet fails my sensitivity test.

21. Parker Marie Molloy. Fresh from the Frat Life, Parker has taken to trans*  with zeal. An editor or reporter for an online publication, Ms. Molloy’s primary contribution to transnews seems to be to get outraged at every perceived slight to the honor and dignity of Club Trans. Young, inexperienced, and easily offended, Parker is the very model of a privilege-denying transwoman. Between her narcissistic begging for cash for a face that could pass as female in the mirror, while studying at university, while working in the media as a kind of trans-activist laying down her brand of judgment on a culture that is decades older than herself. A freshly-minted transwoman, she promptly authored a memoir of her utterly brief and inconsequential existence as a woman. Parker screams “privileged and narcissistic autogynephile” to me. There is zero chance Parker could empathize with the events of my life, having had none similar to compare them to, and for being inexperienced at FAB life, intensely full of her self and easily offended over what is to me, ridiculousness, she automatically fails to pass my test for someone to confide in, about rape.

22. Kimberly Nixon. Speaking of special feelings and wounded dignity… You can find the events surrounding Ms. Nixon vs the Rape Relief Sisters online. The Rape Relief Sisters did not believe that Ms. Nixon had the FAB lived databank of experience to effectively counsel females who had been assaulted and rejected her as a crisis counselor. Ms. Nixon sued the Rape Relief Sisters over wounded trans pride. Ms. Nixon, I definitely don’t want you as my counselor.

23. Savannah/Lefty Tgirl. Allegedly the creator of the term, “ladystick”. Need I say more?

24. Fallon Fox. For a million reasons, not the least of which includes a series of tweets gloating over her power over, and dominance of, female MMA fighters, Fallon Fox is not someone I would want answering my call for a crisis hotline. No. Way. Not. Ever.

25. Connecticut’s Ultra Violent Girl. The name says it all, right? In institutionalized living, your behavior, your actions are weighed far more than your words. After all, it’s your actions that put others at risk. Every time UVG was placed with female populations, UVG assaulted the guards and prisoners, alike. That is trans-on-female violence. I can say with absolute honesty, that I have been in similar circumstances, and with the exception of one particular incident, I have always submitted to whomever was in charge in female-only spaces and mixed-sex spaces. If you want to be seen as threatening, then act in a threatening way. If you want to be seen as passive, act passive. At any rate, due to entitled rage and a host of mental health issues, I definitely would not want UltraViolentGirl as my rape counselor, or my roommate in a halfway house, jail cell, or even hospital, due to UVG’s whole “HULK SMASH” routine whenever she gets annoyed. Definitely not rape crisis counselor material, despite being a survivor herself.

26. Gabrielle Ludwig. Winner a few years ago of the Trans Never Ending Quest For Validation Award, Gabrielle, like Fox, is an intruder into women’s sports, and stands out like one! The total lack of situational sensitivity, even her facial expressions in the media that I’ve seen, just, no.  Gabrielle joined a woman’s sports team as part of  a personal quest for validation. Just saying, that is not something I personally, would do. And her acute lack of FAB life sensitivity takes Ms. Ludwig right off the table as a potential candidate for a rape counselor. At least for me. I am particular about that sort of thing.

27. Zoe Allen Brain. No way. Not going to happen. I’ve had the displeasure of hearing Ms. Brain speak in the media. A middle-aged transitioner and father. You do not have the FAB life to be my rape counselor, Zoe, if your voice alone would not have me hang up on you, instantly, the minute I heard you, if you dared to staff a rape support hotline.

28. Kathy Padilla. Ms. Padilla endorsed Ms. James activism around Michael Bailey’s “TMWWBQ” as “laudable activism”. As that “activism” included creeptastic correspondence with Alice Dreger, and posting images of Bailey’s children with sex-captions, I am inclined to believe that Kathy Padilla is a pornsick man and MRA. Definitely NOT someone I want to talk to on the phone after an assault. I mean, pretty clueless right?

29. My ex. Apparently, my blogging completely destabilized her mind. Especially my “Terminology” page, and my apology to Janice Raymond in particular and my endorsement of Sheila Jeffrey’s latest book, as well. She did not get enough therapy in during her transition. The fact that I tried to understand the Traditional Enemies of Trans Everywhere instead of joining in with my half sisters in denouncing them, seems to have caused some of her circuits to blow. She served me a beer that gave me the symptoms of a meth-overdose and a slow-motion heart attack sometime after some of my anti-trans posts began getting broader circulation. After I confronted her on the phone about the beer and called her a man, she had me sent up to women’s prison on false charges. A week later she turned me out into the streets and never ever emails me to find out if I am cold, hungry, alone, scared, anything…because she is really a he, a narcissist, and sociopath, and self-centered wounded maab. Calling my spouse a “dangerous man” was like a psychic-attack which shredded her, I mean his, identity at the core, after said identity was severely rattled by reading my Terminology page. An abuser who promised to take care of me until death do-us-part, my ex appropriated all my computer and office gear, and boxed up or threw out my other things while telling me, that *I* needed to get psychiatric help – for becoming a radical feminist. Not maabish at all! Also, way to gaslight and invalidate and appropriate and violate me. (protip, depression is the leading symptom causing people to seek mental health treatment. As I am not depressed I am going to pass on my ex’s diagnosis.) I won’t say it doesn’t hurt a little. But you even admitted you are allowing me to suffer because I insulted you and your pride. Remember there were two peace officers present when you admitted that…Real mature and grown-up way to handle a marriage upheaval. I definitely do not want my sociopathic ex, a schizophrenic, abuser, and violator, to be my rape counselor.

30. Anthony Casebeer.

Pimp slap is not enough here: a nice home run swing to the head with a 38-oz Louisville Slugger is more in order. There’s no brains in her head to destroy to start with. It’s personal, and if I ever saw her in my windshield, I’ll be wiping blood off my white Buick. But I won’t be using the brakes.”

Enough said right? If it talks like a man, and stalks like a man, probably it is a man. Case-of-beer, definitely NOT rape counselor material. Freaking. Obvious.

***There will be more to come. Stay tuned.***

On a related matter, there are certain behaviours that automatically out a transwoman to me. Those are mab-socialized language markers of challenge and domination. To put it simply, there are words that a person can string together, that to a woman, will always mean “Predatory Male Alert”.  To other transwomen, this language is part and parcel of MAB training, and they are unaware of how this outs them, making their physical transitions utterly meaningless, because they are essentially still executing their social codes from the Male Behavior Operating System and Lived Experience Data Bank. Allow me to give a few examples.

Autumn Sandeen: email me fuckwad. Prove I’m wrong via email. I’ll publicly admit if I am. You? You’re pretty much a fucking fearful coward.

Gemma Seymour: I know they don’t fear me. They’re not smart enough to fear me.

Cristan Williams: “A Challenge to Gallus Mag…”

“AuntySarah Brown: “Fuck. You.”, “Suck my formeldahyde-pickled balls.”

Guess what? Their chosen language screams “IMATHREATENINGMAN” to Any Woman On Earth. Basic psychology of passing stuff, and why there is no way in hell, these persons scan as females to me, and why I would never, ever, ever want any of those four, or most any other transwoman, to counsel me, after a rape.

Got it?

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