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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Before you transition: a word about mental health

One of the best suggestions I can give anyone, male-born or female-born, who wants to transition to the opposite sex and take on opposite gender roles in a binary-gendered world is this: Get your other comorbid mental and emotional health problems sorted out first.

Here is a politically incorrect but scientifically accurate insight. We are not all chemically imbalanced all the time because of our genes. The burden of proving this is on the very same people who have a vested interest in getting you on as many treatments for all your supposed disorders as they can, for as long as they can. You have heard of this term ‘maintenance treatment’. It is a euphemism for psychiatric medication user for life and that is what corporate pharma wants you to be, because it makes Big Money and for no other reason than that.

If you want to transition, you could consider yourself pregnant with yourself. And why not? If you transition you will be a self-absorbed child/teen all over again, so why not give yourself the best physical head start on your new life?

Hormones are mind-altering, in addition to being body-altering. Psych meds are also mind and body altering. As long as you have psych meds coursing through you, it is unlikely that you have an accurate gestalt of your interior world. Because part of your current lived personality, as well as your ongoing thoughts and feelings, are due to ongoing psychotropic drug effects.

How do you find the Real You™ underneath a chemical screen of mind and feeling-altering drugs? How do you know which feelings are you and which ones were caused or controlled by drugs that are in your body day and night?

Do you see the problem here and the conflict of interest inherent in trying to figure out the causes of your moods and thoughts whilst simultaneously taking drugs that distort or mask your sense of those things? Do you really grasp the wild-card that you are introducing into an already unstable or unsure emotional situation by taking mood-altering substances all the time, when you are already taking other mood-altering substances all the time?

If you were unfortunate enough while you were growing up in the last twenty years to pick up one or more trendy psych labels, I strongly urge you not to transition until you honestly don’t own those labels anymore.

Bipolar disorder happens to be the psychiatric flavor-of-the-last-couple-decades and chances are, if you received this dx as a child or teen, you are not truly bipolar disordered. If you do the research, you will find that “real” manic depressives, the ones written about in Kraeplin’s work, are not you. Manic depression used to be a purely adult psychiatric problem that was only diagnosed on adults who couldn’t stay out of mental hospitals.

If you have some emotional lability during your day, you are not hypomanic. There is no such thing as a disease symptom of ‘hypomanic’. It was made up in the last few decades so it could be treated with, what else? Psych meds. If you think you should be labeled with bipolar disorder on account of being unable to handle your mood swings, you will likely have a hard time handling going on hormones.

If you got a bipolar dx because you are angry-manic or angry-depressed, guess what? Testosterone will probably only make that worse.

If you suffer from being ‘moody’ or having your emotions go all over the place, you may not be able to handle estrogen.

If you want to think of your emotions as being polar, consider that estrogen will cause those poles to go further up and further down. This could easily be misinterpreted in today’s psychiatric climate as having suddenly graduated from bipolar 2 to bipolar 1, which will only get you another script.

My suggestion is to learn to deal with the thoughts and emotions you have in your current body and mind before switching hormones, or you will likely go from being maybe occasionally bipolar-like to flat-out crazy and you won’t know what is going on. Is it stress? Is it your thoughts? Is it a bipolar mood swing? A hormonal mood swing? A psych med effect?

Your challenge will be that you are unable to separate your mood and stress problems—from the effects of the psych drugs on your mind—from your HRT effects. Consequently,  you may be forever lost inside yourself, unable to know or feel the Real You™.

You can comment if you like. But if you try to tell me about how your genes or your chemical imbalance make you a person with a label from the DSM, then your comment will end up in the spam tray. On account that, you actually believe everything the TV commercials and the flashy web ads told you about mental illness, and you could not be bothered to fact check the reality of all that stuff before having your say.

As a former sufferer of depression, I am very sympathetic to those with mental illness. But you will never convince me you have a “neuro-physical-genetic mental disorder” until you can post your mental illness gene assay test results to the tubes and prove it to me. Until you can do that (which will never happen), please don’t waste your keystrokes informing me from your medical expertise whilst regurgitating easily debunkable drug company advertising copy.

Consider this please: Do you really want to transition from being a male with mental illness, to being a female with mental illness? Or vice versa? Was that the dream you had of your new self? To be just as disordered in your born-again life and body, as the life and body you left behind? Think about it. Really hard.


Plastic Girl is not an MD and this post should be taken as opinion and not as medical advice.

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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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end of line

i can feel you guys so strongly that it has triggered my fibro and ana. for months now, actually.

you fell right into it. i know you better than you know yourselves. too much time spent Facing A Wall in my youth.

between michfest entitlement, rape shelters, locker rooms and the psychiatric rape of minors just for the frak of it ,and your swarming style of attack on social media, your fatal narcissism that makes you want to kill whatever disobeys or insults you -outed you as The Berserkers.

everyone who self identifies in real life as ts or tg likely is one. the internet caught you all you heading to my stuff. checking me out.

and staring.

you cant convince the internet ai(s) that you are women, anymore than you can convince me. because i can feel you staring. you outed yourselves.

you put yourselves into a box with your wailing about cisprivilege and transmisogyny. making it easy to know who you are.

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who i am on the other side

thanks to the fusion of two spirit-seeking paths (celtic witchcraft and asian shamanism), i gained peace in this life and spiritual abilities of elemental power in the dream/maya realm, and on the otherside. thank you goddess for saving me, healing me, and teaching me humility through oppression.

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offering to the goddess

aquarian submission

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an idea of what is coming… in my next post

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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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