we are Reclaiming the Naming (R.N.)
we Name our own Lived Experiences with our own Names
we reject THEM from stealing, appropriating, colonising, reframing, gaslighting, and possessing…us
are you male-to-transgender? good. im glad you stopped by one of the final bosses of the internet (as it were). you’ve reached the End of Line for your political correctness bullshit.
the biggest problem with all transgender, is that they identify as transgender.
why do *you* identify as a transgender, or a transwoman, or a trans woman?
and why don’t you identify as female?
you don’t pass as female. to men and women around you.
and perhaps most importantly, you don’t pass as female, inside your mind.
you can’t ever identify as a “cisgender’ woman. you are forever stuck identifying as a transgender woman.
i think it is pathetic, that your Pride was such an unstoppable Beast that even when it was totally obvious you were not passing after six months on hormones, a year on hormones, two years on hormones… and then you went and got a boobjob, a trachea shave, and a penile inversion socket, and what happened after you were all healed up from all your surgeries?
you still did not see female in the mirror. you didn’t feel like you had gained any kind of “female mystery” which made you know for sure inside yourself, that you also were female.
at that point, you had to know you failed medical transition.
but it was when you came out as a transgender, as a consequence of not being able to bullshit yourself you are a real female, that you failed social transition as well.
i don’t feel sorry for you at all. you could have pulled the plug on that, at any time. but due to your male Pride, you couldn’t admit failure, or defeat, or inability to transition all the way. so instead of detransition, you came out as a transgender.
and then you stalked me for my mouthy anti-trans opinions on this blog, ensuring that you failed the basic binary rape test/basic binary checksum as well.
so not only did not you feel like a female after SRS and begin identifying as one
and not only did you fail to detransition when it was obvious to yourself, in the mirror, that you were not passing as female to yourself, or to anyone else, then you MABed it up good, by finding out who was writing this blog. and now you have my incurable psychic mutating virus.
i knew you would stalk me for Plastic Girl, because of your murderous malepride mandate, that grooming since birth, to be a rapist.
i snared you by my understanding of the neurons in your brain. you had two choices. close the browser, or stalk me. but it was really no choice for a male-born rapeape at all. for you, you could only chose rape. and thus, i force you, to come face-to-face, with the incontrovertible fact, that the reason you will never identify as one of us so-called “cis” females? is because:
if had i showed up to Trans100 and asked for a show of hands, how many male-to-transgender women loved reading Mary Daly, and Andrea Dworkin, or Janice Raymond or Sheila Jeffreys, there isn’t any of you, who would raise your hands.
the fact that you transgenders want to subject young boys who put on dresses or wear long hair to Lupron to suspend their puberty to validate your unpassable group of medically-mutilated male-born misogynists makes us enemies.
that, and the effortlessly debunkable claim that transwomen have no advantages sportswisr.
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.
absolutely loved this, by GreenGablesFan :)
Originally posted on Sensation Experience:
In this post, I will be using terms that will be as broad as possible to include everybody, even if they do not identify within that given category, for instance, MTF and FTM. Also, I am not trying to make you think that my way is the best and only way. There are possibly better and safer ways than the one I am going to describe to you.
I spend a lot of my time researching naturopathic alternatives to allopathic (conventional) medicine. Of course allopaths and non-allopaths try to outdo one another on the treatments that they think work best, but as we all know, the pharmaceutical industry is primarily interested in making better profits and improving functionality. As naturopaths, osteopaths, and chiropractors, we believe that the person is a lot more important than the drugs. We try to have a more holistic approach to finding the patient’s needs and wants. We also have…
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thanks to GallusMag for the… tip! (!) <3 <3 <3
Chai teA for losersss
no morr tearsssz
ask bugdry, PD, keystonePabstBUDlt
gasoline burning engines at night he burns….razor train
he learned everything about robots…RC (radio control) CM (chemistry maths) RTM (registered trademark of reliability)
how to BURN THE WITCH
throw water at her… she melts… hurr durr
only in OZZOO
kayak gone mainstreamin themembrane
cry me a river
gone… with the wind
(heshit said:: (andiquothe) “i am a wind of death”
to witch i said..,
oh, what a wicked web we weave, when at first we practice to deceive…
a stitch in time saves 999
on a pale horse…
bearing a red hourglass
mirror mirror on the wall, dare i ask what is on The Other Side
the CODE requires(!) that when a MANAPEROBOHED punches you, hard. yougottamanup, The code (reefrD to azzs CODE ENFORCEMENT from here to Xfinity) requires that a competing CHIMPAPEORANGUTAN, 1UP
so i can get a kinetic readout on your Force Transmission, Acceleration/Mass and StructureBalance, and see if you Back Up Your Mouth
if you go alllll SPERGBRGLZ awwwtizTIK ahDHAHDHADDtard Biplooolar TwanzGendahTrendah on EMI then… ? spoo
you are a broken fractured EGGSHELL who needs a wambulance and a HUGBOX every, and I do mean EVERY FRAKING TIME you are called on your BULLSHITS…
he knew everything…
about.robots. ChemistryMath, RocketScience, RadioControl, MaterialScience, and(!) Electroniks/Kompressor (IGFarben/OTIS)Bayer/HalleBurton.DOWCHEMICAL)
how to program THEM in BASIC, or binary… the AC current/power CYLONEYE/kittkarr POWERBEAMFOCUS (AlfredMeszmer) flows from the PowerCoreGenerator, through the Fine Japanese Wiring, into an IntegratedCircuit, which is a series of switches, and Gates. At this point a specific CMOS.BIOS (BIOS ((pronounced: BiOs? or BIOsss(?) inquiring DOODS need to debate datapoints 1,2,3 standarddeviations from the *NORM. just a little derail/distraction/debate/dissemble/red herring of the First Water 2 SideTrack from Getting Down To it and achieving Basic Consenus.
so…for His AUtobots and Decepticons to werk properly without being TwizzerkD
he lacked an understanding of how the PowerSupply, triggers the BIOS, to get COMMANDLine.Code such as(!) Boolean: 0 or 1
1+1=2 (RESULT true)
1+1=3 (conclusion: false)
0+0=0 (ALWAYS CORRECT)
1+1+1=3 (aLWAYS tRUE)
hE NEEDED Basic (Beginners Allpurpose Symbolic Instruction Code) and(!) Machine.Code (ChecksumBoolean 0,1) to program them correctly, the first tiME
my mother lined us all up, NAKED, facing open windows in the winter…
took two shots…
first shot scared us like Teal Dear, or Savage Rabbits in Submission
we three, look over our shoulders in startlement… “who just took pictures of our NAKED ASSES..?
and… MUM has TWO IMAGES of ME and the twins retards, naked, in front of windows in the winter…with our bares bottoms facing her wratchsticks
she literally broke two wooden cooking spoons over my bum in one month, and laughed as the head of the wooden spoon went flying all over the dining room and kitchen, skittering across the linoleum…
thats what a Catholic Mum is like… fyi
a model citizen and a Wonder Mom of the Year
Justice for Jane, everyone…
Originally posted on GenderTrender:
The transgender male Connecticut teen being called “Jane Doe” has been transferred to a juvenile male facility today after committing another assault on a teenage girl and a staffer on Saturday night in the all-female psychiatric facility where he had been housed.
Readers will recall that the young man, with a history of serial violence against women and girls, had been transferred in April from the custody of the Department of Children and Families to the Department of Corrections, and placed in a private cottage at an adult female prison facility because no juvenile female space was equipped to accommodate violent male offenders. Connecticut State Gender Identity laws prevented the male teen from being transferred to any one of the many appropriate juvenile units because the law makes a distinction between those male teens who may have special vulnerabilities…
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Canatalie Brennatrim! ouch! FCM- Female Constructed Male: fail trans is fail. next time, try ontology
Originally posted on GenderTrender:
Submitted on 2014/05/28 at 2:57 am
Hi. I figured that you probably don’t read these, but as an philosophy major, I have to say that your analytic approach to everything isn’t working. You really ignore so much of the context. But that’s just my opinion as a Continental. Of course, no system is without its problems, and I can’t say that I know all of the ins and outs of gender theory and philosophy.
I’m a female that is currently considering an FtM transition (I might as well be a devil on this site), and it’s obvious to me that you have never had a real, positive experience with someone transgendered. Maybe you have, but you don’t care. I would assume the latter.
I guess I’m surprised at the adamantine nature of your arguments. Does a lot of this come from radical feminism, which is…
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check this out: FTM (dirt)+(Cathy Brennan)+FAILURE=…what? GMO i want to be… a transwoman? huh? ok….so dirt/cathy transitions into Miriam Afloat, and Joel Nowak, and Joel Nowak is CathyBrennan/DirtfromDIRT, and then..? OMG time to DEtransition, by REtransitioning, zomg! GAK! GLOK! GRR! ZOMG! WTFBBQ! Im literaly, seeing Miriam Afloat (DirtCathy: DC) watching Cathy Brennan posing as a MtF transgendah.. pretending to detransiton from TWANZgendah back to..what? a guy…unless. omg! ITSZA girl…? huh? you should have seen this tweeeeeekerrr, this ADDERALLHED waking UP in the morning, (Undercover Punk), stumble around, glitch-out like a broken and spinning toy/top/dredell and smack in the Fridge and the CupBoards, smiling and eyes rolling like a broken THING. Have you ever considered going to bed without BOOZE and ADDERALL? you might be able to wake up gracefully, and walk to the kitchen and calmly open the fucking door to get catfood with some FUCKING DIGNITY, rather than HEDSLAM fridge door, hedSLAM! the back cupboards, like a TOTAL RETARD…
dirt spotted at Kroger? omg Kathy Padilla Natalie Trimm Canatalie Brennatrimm
Originally posted on GenderTrender:
Butch Pride blogger and spoken-word artist “Dirt” has been blogging for some time now about the teen/tweener transgender trend. Girls who believe that rejection of increasingly constrictive female norms means they “must be male”. They rightfully refuse to be “treated like girls” in all the ways gender is inflicted upon them. These girls don’t want to act out a “female” role in relationships with boys (understandably), but don’t want to be marginalized as the gender-non-conforming women that they are. Or they don’t want to be “othered” as lesbians because their only images of lesbians in mainstream media are presented as goony or the weird androids of male lesbo-porn. Femininity-rejecting females simply DO NOT EXIST in the media reflection that is so important to children and teens in western culture. These kids want to fit into social norms. Wear the right brands, get the right haircuts, look like the people in…
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CB straight to Nova ProspeKt. Null-o Man
Originally posted on GenderTrender:
Fast on the heels of the Trans community in the social political realm of surgical gender body modification is the MTE (Male To Eunuch) community. Formerly isolated MTEs (non-transgender males who have their testicles removed electively), “Nullo” and “Smoothies” (non-trans males who have both testicles and penis removed for a smooth completely genital-less appearance*) have formed strong communities since the advent of the internet and are becoming increasingly activist in lobbying for medical/surgical services that are currently offered only to those males who have a conflicted “internal gender identity”. MTE’s say the fact that they retain their male identity should not limit their access to the same medical and surgical services offered to transgender males with genital dysphoria.
Clip from “American Eunuch” a 2003 Sundance Film Festival documentary about MTEs. WARNING GRAPHIC
Nullos and MTE’s often seek castration and penectomy from surgeons in Thailand and India, and a few SRS…
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