Attention Gender Therapists, WPATH, HBSOC, TransReddit: Here is the entire psychiatric/psychological assessment for aspiring trans-wannabes | all the things hidden in their minds, their perversions, all the things they never tell you, in order to get their transition medicine or legal letters for SRS, HRT, etc

If I were to sit down with any aspiring twanzgendurr…

And we had a nice, long, chat…

The longer you look at me, and I look at you, the greater the awareness you will have, that it is YOU who has self-esteem issues, self-loathing, and self-deception,

Not I.

Bella-Eve it!

and here is why…

Are you watching? Keep watching!

There once was a dream that was transition. This is not it. This is NOT it…

Once upon a time, a long time ago… some of us, had a dream. Become as close to female as possible, and transition, from male, to trans, then, trans, to female.

Guess what happened in the last twenty years?

Every single transwoman I met, even those that Real-Life-Tested into stealth for awhile, dropped stealth, and came out as either a transsexual, or a transgender. Why do you suppose that is? Keep reading, and I will explain.

People like Julia Serano, author the books that they do, because they do not actually believe they are women, or female. If they truly believed, they would not claim special persecution/oppression status as a “trans”. Nor, would they have divided themselves into an identity camp, entirely separate from women, called Transgender.

The reason no trans-person enjoys reading Sheila Jeffreys, Andrea Dworkin, Mary Daly, or Janice Raymond, is because they utterly lack a female-centered, female-socialised “internal identity”.

Otherwise, what? They would be enriched, informed, and educated, even empowered, by Radical Feminism, because much of it, I daresay, most all of it, resonates with Actual Born Females, socialised as women.

Instead, they focus ONLY on the gender-critical, sex socialisation critical, trans-skeptical writings of any of those women. Why? Wait for it…

It is because they identify as a man-transitioned-into-transgendered woman. A third sex or gender class, with its own unique special snowflake persecution status – entirely because the lives of women, do not resonate with their lived experiences at all. But more importantly perhaps, is, it is because they do not have a female-sex, woman-socialised Internal Identity, with which to understand women’s causes, women’s issues, women’s struggles.

Instead, their activism amounts to “Oh Poor Little Me, I am trans-privileged, and we are all oppressed by our (lol) “cis-privileged” female/woman oppressors.

Why?

It is because they KNOW FOR SURE, that they are not females, or women. Socialising with actual born-females is highly challenging, and they just bomb out of hanging out with the “gurrrls” in favor of their own little dress-ups and medically mutilated male social club.

Why?

Because they do not pass. Physically. They do not emote, like a female, or think like one, and deep inside, it etches away at them, like a splinter in their mind. They literally try stealth for a day, or a week or even a month, then quit, claiming this stealth passing is way too hard.

Why?

Because, when they look in the mirror, they still see a man. 

Every day, they put on their Stepford Wife cosmetic transition, like dress-ups, and make-up, and as they do, they compare themselves to porn. To pornified women’s bodies and media socialisation, like all the women in cosmetics commercials, lingerie commercials, their favorite porn.

They score themselves “passing points” for posing in women’s feminine garments, and their expertise in putting on make-up.

This accounts for why trannys tell lesbians like Sheila Jeffreys or other butch women, that they are “More womanly than thou”  based on a paint-by-numbers approach to superficial dress-ups and grooming and beautification regimens. Utterly clueless on how this outs them as a perverted male with pornsickness.

They truly believe that by pornifying themselves to look like a Stepford Barbie Porn Doll, they are “doing female or woman, correctly”, and if women like Professor Jeffreys just puts on male drag, or takes testosterone, she would “instantly” pass as, or be, a male.

What the fuck…

The psychology of twans: Gender! Genduh! Gendurr!

There is no such thing, as inherent gender. That is patriarchy. MalePhalloPatriarchy always devalues the lives and souls of women, and hence we get what I’ll label “presumed gender box coding”.

Under patriarchy, women have to be submissive to men. Socialisation for woman, partly consists of all the ways we learn we are inferior to the Male Sex.

Take for example, the movie “The Whalerider”. In it, a Maori girl tries her hand at figuring out the broken machinery of an engine for her father. The instant he sees her trying to repair the broken tractor, or boat motor, or engine or whatever it was, he becomes intensely stern, paternal, and disapproving. (paraphrasing) “Girls do NOT do engine labor or mechanics, that is Men’s work, and boys should aspire to be Men, and learn things like mechanical repair alongside their older brothers, fathers, grandfathers, and uncles.”

That is sexism, chauvinism, sex-based gender boxing, sex-based socialised gender-caste training. God forbid a woman learn to repair an engine as good or better, than a man, the entire world would come to a screeching halt instantly. She would grow a penis, and her father be turned into a girl, obviously. Pure, 100% misogyny.

Transgendered woe-men, are Born Male. Raised as boys, to become men. Learning all the ways a man-born-male is empowered, superior, or more capable, than females, is part of their socialisation from infancy, perhaps. Definitely by the time a young male is able to walk around. He is taught how his simply “being male” MAKES him, superior to vagina-bearers, us emotional, progesterone moodswinging, uterus-bleeding delicate flowers are never as capable as, or even the equal of a man, ever. Pure, 100% misogyny training, from birth on out.

That is who is trying to convince us, he is female, or woman. A man whose every day raised as  boy-born-male, taught him, male entitlement, male dominance, male supremacy, male capability, and simultaneously, learned to devalue the girls-born-female around him.

The utter insanity of “trans-gendering”, “gender therapy” and “gender reassignment surgery”

i have covered these topics before, here is a simple re-cap:

1. Sex, is GENITALS. Sex, is Sex-selection software in your brain, and sex-wiring. Soooo, to transition, means to CHANGE SEX from male, to female.

That means, getting a vagina, if you don’t have one. witch I was not born with, because of our world of chemical mutation and my constantly angry and depressed mother. Her MAC-cosmetic tainted body, her SMOKING (surgeon general’s warning: smoking may cause fetal birth defects), and her depression, caused some misfire during my embryonic development. i ended up with girl-sex-wiring, a nervous system that is more sensitive than most females I ever met, and far more evolved than any man’s nervous system.

I didn’t need Andrea James Dress-ups guide to transitioning. I didn’t need therapy for my GENDER, (ffs!) and I didn’t need a Transgender Dressups Permit, a template of which used to be able to be found on Anne Lawrence’s website, to carry around, to explain to friends, family, co-workers, bosses, and perhaps even curious law enforcement, why you are man in a dress.

I didn’t need MAC cosmetics, instructions on how to DWESSUP like a PORN DOLL, or 99% of the crap on that FIEND’S website.

I just wanted a pussy. To be anatomically correct. The dressups stuff, I mean come on, that is PATRIARCHY TRAINING FOR WOMEN AND GIRLS. I looked femme, before hormones, and while in male drag/male clothing.

I passed so well at age 20, that I had two Latino men stalk me, then literally pull over their car, and chase me, while I was wearing a toned-down version of Janet Mock’s clothing, and in high-heels.

Welcome to womanhood, right?

And trannys will defend highheels and dressups until they are sputtering and raging online, as being “authentic femininity” per Serano’s Manifesto, without having that experience in their lived databank of life-experience, to understand that highheels are for getting laid – not part of any kind of “gender identity”.

( are you starting to get some idea, how much, and how deeply, I resent, and despise, and look down on, twanz? and why?)

2. No such thing as trans-gender. Some middle-to-late age autogynephile actually wrote the stupidest book ever, “Transgender for those who are not”. Give me a fucking break.

3. No such thing as Gender Reassignment Surgery! No way! Impossible! Utter insanity! To think that four-to-six hours of snip, slice, cut, invert, sew, and stitch, would impart some nebulous “feminine myssstery” or surgically change you, from one “GENDERp” to another! Totally fucking retarded. Who created this term, and spread it around to gender therapists and sex change doctors, hmmm? Get your ass over here, and explain to me EXACTLY how a surgical procedure to your crotch, removes a life of Patriarchy Social-lulz-ation, from Your Brain Wiring and converts you to think like, or be, an actual female.

Cluecheck! It doesn’t

A.) That is why Walt Heyer woke up from SRS and said or thought to himself “OH NOESS! ITS GONE!”, because, he didn’t wake up CHANGED, and feel different, feel, his new “WOMANHOOD”. He went under anathesia as a male-born and male-thinking individual, got his PENUS inverted and his balls snipped off, and woke up, the exact same person, MENTALLY, as he was before he went under, after signing a consent form testifying that he understood the limitations of SEX reassignment surgery.

B.) That is why TJ NATASHA from OHIO PISSED STANDING UPRIGHT LIKE A DOOD, every day of his transition, up until the very day of his SRS operation date. He didn’t have the female neurological compulsion to squat, or sit, while peeing. He thought SRS would totally take care of that, and MAKE HIM THE WOMAN HE ALWAYS KNEW THAT HE WAS.

(it didn’t. post-op regret, much? TeeJay? lol!)

C.) That is why ANNE LAWRENCE wrote about his “obligatory” (?) wringing of the Turkey’s Neck, (choking his chicken, a.k.a penile masturbation) after his six hour peepoop ColonicCatharticCleansure courtesy of Nulitely. Because that way, if he died during SRS? His last memory to take to The Other Side, would be his sparkly clean colon, and his spironolactone-weak JIZZ dripping from his PENUS. GROSS MUCH? ew!

Terminology and Bridge Building

In March of 2011, shortly before, or probably after, I wrote my trans-critical piece in support of Lisa Vogel’s party, the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival, I predicated, and warned, trans and non trans alike, but especially transwomen, that:

“But loving you TS/TGs as a class, as a group or an idea, is not the same as liking any given one of you. And due to way more drama and boundary crossing than you can ever imagine always happening whenever I encounter transwomen, I don’t trust any of you.”

Annnnd guess what?

Boundaries, crossed. It didn’t take very long at all, for transwomen to take it upon themselves to use pattern-searching robots they built themselves, or through questioning the Trans G-Rape-vine… who might Plastic Girl be?

And, that’s called Being Jack the Ripper, a sexual predator and murderer of prostitutes no less! A good portion, hardly all, but a lot of things I understood immediately from Radical Feminism, were concepts that I had internalized (haha) during my time as a professional call girl.

It was also during the first few months of selling my sex for money, that I totally lost any fear of passing whatsoever, and lost that “vibe” 99% of transwomen have about them, that comes from KNOWING YOU ARE NOT FEMALE/WOMAN, KNOWING YOU DO NOT PASS.

I performed Patriarchy, and I excelled at dressing up like a Porn Doll or a Bondage Doll, and letting men do things to me, sexually, for money. I found fetishes and perversions I honestly had no idea that men carried around in their minds from their male-entitlement, their testosterone poisoning, and porn culture, and rape culture.

Getting raped again and again, while engaged in self sex-trafficking, put me on the same page or wavelength, as both Sheila Jeffreys, and Janice Raymond, meaning, their voices, their words, their academic works, resonated with me, and I got it.

The reason why male-to female (or more accurately, male-to-trans) protest Professors Raymond and Jeffreys, is because none of their works, their words, or their female-centered activism, resonates, or agrees with, their personal lived life-experiences as women, at all.

Because, they are not women, not female, not girl-socialized, and certainly not able to grasp, understand, or appreciate, the ills, the horrors, or the problems with being a prostitute/call girl/sex worker, even in the slightest.

Back in 2014, when I authored my “Terminology” page:

https://transhumanoid.wordpress.com/terminology/

I had a great time, creating those politically incorrect/satirical definitions and explanations. I thought it was hilarious, and I laughed often as I brainstormed my terms, abbreviations.

On a lark, I decided to show my Terminology Page, to my exhusband, a self-identified Transgendered Woman, who, walks like a man, talks like a man, sits at his desk with his pants pulled down past his ass, (utterly un-self-conscious in front of me).

He has a penis, and he always intended on keeping it.

Unfortunately, when we first met, we fell in love, and never really had “The Talk” about why his transition was so very different from mine. Frankly, I didn’t want to start the online war over non-operation transgenders, and post-op transsexuals, or interrogate him as to why he fapped/jerked off/masturbated to shemale porn – and I thought she-males were gross gay sex workers, with him, as we were developing a relationship.

So, I never pressed him for explanations of his “lifestyle choice” of being a bepenised faux female.

The truth is, I just don’t understand why some trannyz keep their dicks, because I wanted to have a vagina, to be sex: female.

A penis, is a MALE ORGAN OF REPRODUCTION, and I had men-with-penises, use theirs, to re-enact Porn Video Scenes, or to rape me, again and again, as a call girl.

Because of this, I am very sensitised to the issue of transwomen walking around with a rape-stick, a penis, that they continue to masturbate with, often to spectacularly diverse pornography. My exhusband’s favorite porn to FAP to…? Is SHEMALE PORN. yuck!

I let it slide though, right? Different strokes for different folks. Trying to not to be judgmental. Trying to be sensitive to his “identity”.

Until…

I authored my “Terminology” page, and made the mistake (or blessing), of asking him to read it, thinking, that he would find it at least half as humorous as I did…

That did not happen.

Instead, after reading it in its entirety, his voice started SHAKING!

and he told me “That was excessively mean”.

A month or so, after, I got poisoned when he gave me my favorite beer at the time (we both enjoyed it), and instead of getting the relaxed “downer” effect from that beer, my heart started racing, feeling like it was exploding, while I was sitting still and reading rad fem blogs.

Twenty minutes after I start to feel really messed up for no reason that makes sense, he walks into my office, places his hand on my heart, and says “My, how fast your heart is beating”, and as I looked him in the eyes, and heard the malice-aforethought in his voice, I knew instantly he was trying to either hurt me, or kill me. Over twansgender identity.

Why?

Because on my Terminology page, is the hidden mind-thoughts, of transgenders. Transgenders who will tell therapists any story they think will work, to get those HRT letters, the orchiectomy and Sex Reassignment Surgery clearance letters, and the Name-change paperwork from their “gate-keeping” therapists. Therapists, I NEVER HAD AT ANY POINT BEFORE, DURING, or AFTER transition and Real Life Testing as a prostitute.

I showed him, the hidden content of his mind that he shares along with most trans-gender identified transwomen, and he lost his fucking marbles. His eyeballs, literally went “LOOPY DOOP” around his eye sockets/orbits, and he sucked his breath hard under his teeth, while his voice shook with barely suppressed rage.

So, go ahead, and look, at my TERMINOLOGY page.

It helped us both make transition/transgender/transsexual history, a true historical first, by having a non-op transgender, attack or attempt to kill, a post-op transsexual who identified outside of anonymous blogging as a female, and as an anonymous radical feminist under the name “Plastic Girl”, witch, had transwomen actually respected my opinions, or empathized with my suffering during my Real Life Test, would have not taken it upon themselves to stalk me like entitled male sociopaths and sex predators.

See my post “The Insanity of Cis-privilege” here:

https://transhumanoid.wordpress.com/2014/11/14/the-insanity-of-the-term-cisprivilege/

Men are socialized to stalk/gaslight/oppress women who disagree with them, on or off-line, and that is exactly what both my exhusband the TG, and the TranScumUnity did to me, for making this blog and posturing a few radical feminist ideas, and agreeing with Lisa Vogel, that, due to all the aforementioned reasons, transgenders have no business on The Land of Michfest. Not now, not ever!

The International Olympics Committee, and Trans-gender Competitors

For me, the height of Peak Trans Stupidity, after all the other issues I have outlined and discussed, has to be regarding Trans-sexed, or Trans-gendered Competitors in Female Athletics in the Olympics.

These Trans-idiots have been using the internet for social engineering. If you ask any given male-to-trans person their thoughts on transwomen participating in female sports, or sex-segregated sports, or the Olympics, they will more than likely feed you a line of total bullshit self-deception they are trying to impose on non-trans men and women alike. It goes something like this:

“After two years of hormone replacement therapy and required Sex Reassignment Surgery –  (they call it gender reassignment surgery, or even more puke-tastic, “gender confirmation surgery“) – all of a transwoman’s previous advantages – (i.e. mechanical advantage, boy-socialisation rough play shock-hardening, testosterone adaptation) – are removed forever more, and the transwoman is now wussified exactly as weak as born-females”

Utter. Insanity. Total delusion.

I heard this from certain transwomen online, and I became incensed at the delusional dreamworld these transwomen live in, and their total indifference to the safety of female sports competitors, or to the Spirit of Fair Competition that the Olympics prides itself on.

Subsequently, I have offered to be biometrically tested using sports science and scientific testing equipment, to utterly shatter this myth: that post-op, post-HRT transwomen are “just like born females, physically, structurally, or advantage-wise”.

I can prove, unequivocally, the LIE of these trans-activists, at any time. Why would I do that? Because I am not a transgender, nor do I like transgenders, nor do I believe their assertions in the slightest. I know, for a fact even, that they are just making shit up as they go.

Behind closed doors at a private audience with the International Olympics Committee, I can demonstrably prove that they are bullshitting themselves, and others, For Trans Justice. Certainly, trans like Michelle Dumberit and Fallon Fox, hardly care at all about the females that they beat in competitions, post transition.

Michelle uses his massive body-frame and leg structural advantage, to win against born females. Fallon uses his shock-hardening from his boy life, and the military life, to exploit and take advantage of born females in mixed martial arts competitions, then gloating on Twitter about retiring female fighters out of their sport, with soft-tissue damaging, bone-breaking punches and kicks against women whose skeletal growth formation and girl-socialization left them utterly unprepared to be smashed in the face or body by a post-op transsexual who has convinced (conned) everyone into thinking he needs these competitions to validate his sex change.

And we must all agree, that in spite of the damage he has inflicted on women’s bodies, that his transition actually leveled the playing field between him, and his female victims, else we are insensitive mean transphobes.

That is called “milking political correctness for every drop of delusion possible”.

I love women, females, and I would be utterly devastated if I hurt a woman in a fight, on or off camera, in a sport event, or not. I did not transition to “Further the Cause of Trans”, nor do I need that kind of validation of my transformation process to prove to myself that I am a woman. In fact, quite the opposite.

I gave up things like physically competing with born-females in their own sports brackets, because I can accept limitations on my life as a woman. I put their needs, ahead of mine. The exact opposite of Rene Richards, Fallon Fox, and Michelle Demerit.

And because I know, that with the exception of a lucky blow from a top female boxer, women do not have a chance against me, physically. So, I conceal my advantage, to be “normal” in, or out of the women’s restroom, or in women’s sports. Also, because I respect women-born-females enough, to put their sporting glory, and competitive fairness, above any need to “validate” my transition, which, to be honest, was validated again and again as a prostitute.

https://transhumanoid.wordpress.com/2015/04/17/lets-end-this-shall-we-a-letter-to-the-international-olympic-committee-on-transgendered-sports-competitors/

https://transhumanoid.wordpress.com/2015/06/04/dear-international-olympics-committee-on-trans-athletes-fallon-fox-michelle-dumberit-get-over-here/

The Shemale and His Porn (the Dikgirl and his Ladystick)

Transitioning before doing spiritual-mental exploration and analysis: Why so many Sprgbrglz, Awwwtiztiks, ADHDADHDurrrp, Bplooooolar, transition, before ridding themselves of their learning disabilities, their socialisation impediments, and their mental illness, FIRST before embarking on transition medicine.

The Great Plastic Girl Stalk, Hunt, Bounty, Kill Order

after my 2011 Michfest Post wherein, I anonymously wrote a post, in support of Lisa Vogel’s intentional healing space, a week-long music and female-culture festival, in the middle of nowhereville, dedicated to allowing woman a space from Stern Men Telling Us What We Can or Can Not Do, as females., from Male Gaze, (see the Shemale and His Porn) and the porntastic mentality of the Stepford Porn Barbie Doll “dwess-ups and make-up guided, Do It Yourself, basement transition following Mandrea Jammin’s Paint-By-Numbers, superficial and skin-deep transition to become a woman guide.

Or, how every single tranny alive who knows who I am outside the realm of feminist politics, literally stalked me down like a sociopath/psychopath/killer, to out me, hurt me, force me to “come out” or just, die – for, get this! typing words in an electronic medium THEY didn’t like.

I hope CBS, NBC, New York Times, WPATH, TYFA, The View, The Ellen Show, Oprah, National Geographic, US Gov: FBI, CIA, NSA, US MIL, and other governments are PAYING CLOSE ATTENTION as I DESTROY THESE KILLERS WHO TRIED TO KILL ME FOR AN ONLINE FUCKING OPINION

this is their wake-up call

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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) http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/cisprivilege

Noun

cisprivilege

(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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My encounter with a transgender woman in the women’s locker room

Pool

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.

showers

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.

womens-locker-room

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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A lesson in trans-boundary fail

(MAB) pride doth go before a fall
The price of having an opinion, especially when it wounds mab pride, is to be endlessly assaulted and abused for it!

I knew when I made this blog, what the inevitable result was going to be. I was on the internet, a long time ago, and I know how things work here. I know, that all you mtfs are 1337 hax. I know this. :)

I can feel the stiff dicks of wounded trannies probing my defenses, trying to see how well turtled I am here, looking for any holes you can stick your dicks into.

I pretended like I was going into sanitization mode, by locking down two posts with passwords, AS ANOTHER TEST.

The passwords were weak, and there is no incriminating, personal information about me in them, at all. No personal data. No names. NO IMAGES OF ME. None of that stuff.

Both of those posts have been read several times today.

I can feel you thrusting your dicks on me. With each attempt to violate me, you only expose yourself to be a MAB. And a TERMINALLY DOODLY ONE. Stop trying to pretend to be women, if you can’t respect them!

The full Hexydezimal takedown.

The setup:

JH’s blog. I said, “Hi!” and H followed me back to my blog via profile linking stalking.

The psychology of passing.

(Hint. Boundaries are about respect and space.)

If I say or even hint, “Stop.” “Desist.” “This is bugging me.” “You are annoying me.” If I say anything like that, or take it all the way to, “Uninvited,” “Unwelcome,” that means STOP and GO AWAY. For REALZ.

Really simple, right? No.

Most WBW know a thing or two about oppression and humility so, if a woman gets told off, she may feel hurt, but, she goes.

Not so with a dude. Especially young dudes. Especially young wounded dudes looking for approval, mothering, whatever, because they are ego-deficient, unloved, not given enough attention, emo, whatever. Something is wrong with their mind. 

And such a person becomes a GIANT ENERGY HOG who can’t stop trying to get a response, reaction or anything. As long as you feed HIM, Even if, this energy becomes mean or bitter or angry, it is still attention and counts as food for a greedy male grubling.

You see, “Go away,” from a woman to a male is a challenge that means:

Let’s see how far I can insist and bludgeon and intrude, until I am completely hated!

Which NATURALLY and INEVITABLY led to:

Pool’s Closed.

More parlor stuff. I stood with my hands at my sides and asked him to piss-off.

He kept coming!

I said,  “I won’t stop you. You can keep coming, but it’s intrusion, and it’s only DESTROYING any chance of trust or respect from me, to you.”

HE KEPT COMING!

I told him he had crossed the line into cyber-stalker-ville. That it seriously was time to get a clue and STOP. Enough is enough already.

He KEPT POSTING. (!)

NOT DUDELY AT ALL, AM I RIGHT?

Finally, it was time to for HIM to show everyone, trans, non trans, feminists, rad fems, random people, that I was dealing with a GUY socialized as a GUY who was INSISTING to ME and the ENTIRE WORLD that HE was a WOMAN.

O M G

And that, my friends, is how Hexy fell.

He was through, finished, with being any kind of TRANS-activist for ME. Because he was neither woman nor trans, he was a GUY, MBM. End of story.

During his ejaculation of wounded MAB pride all over my blog, Hexy, took it ALL THE WAY TO STALKERVILLE. Included in some of the posts he posted here recently (after he knew he was done with posting here days ago) were:

Threats that this was JUST beginning

That we were SO not done.

That he was bringing in BACKUP to intrude on my space, knowing he was unwelcome!

That THIS HAD NOW BECOME SRS BZNS!1!

All threatening language to any woman on earth, right?

Not doodly in any way. Not at all.

Once his drag queen buddies started poking their dicks at me, I knew, I was getting GANGED UP ON by immature little boys, all for the purpose of soothing and stroking wounded MAB pride.

And so, we have this page. Stalkerific. As proof positive that:

JUST BECAUSE A PERSON CLAIMS TO BE A WOMAN, IT DOES NOT MEAN THAT THEY ARE ONE OR EVEN ENTITLED TO BE CALLING THEMSELVES ONE.

Proof? If you can’t stay away when asked, you are a guy, you are stalker material, domestic violence material, generally female-hating, woman-hating behavior. And when you get this kind of attack for asking to BE LEFT ALONE, the hypocrisy has to END.

When will stop, ever really mean STOP to a DUDE? When?

When HE IS DONE MOLESTING YOU.

Thus, we all see here, that Hexy was a dood in a dress, that is transitioning in his mother’s basement; a dood who got his female socialization skills from fapping to pr0nz.

Freaking. Obvious.

And. He was trying to psychically attack and get more attention (FOOD for male grubs), from feminists who had been abused or were sick of dudes.

And that PISSED ME OFF.

Trannies like *H, are the cancer that is killing trans. He had to go down.

*And LEXY.

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Zoey Tur almost beast-modes on Ben Shapiro

Adrenaline-junkie and high-risk taker Ben Shapiro shows exactly what it takes to expose the killer robot lurking inside every male-to-transgender…

Zoey Tur threatens a trans-beat down on Ben Shapiro after Ben continues his assertion that Zoey is biologically male, which is true, scientifically, and genetically (biologically).

“You cut that out now, or you’ll go home in an ambulance.” Tur responded,

“That seems mildly inappropriate for a political discussion.” Shapiro replied.

Showing that you do not necessarily need brass balls so much as brass brains, Shapiro seems to keep his cool, after being threatened with physical assault violent enough to require medical assistance.

Well done, Ben. What you have done is model exactly how to get these pornblowupdolls, to blow up.

Particularly instructive is the MEN in the group. The women are vacuous. They are basically TV airheads. Not all women are intelligent, or super-intelligent, and the women in this segment are of the “all looks, no brains” configuration.

The MEN not only rush to defend Zoey Tur, they defend Zoey’s PRIDE, which they identify with, as MEN themselves. When you insult a MAN’s pride.. YOU BE ASKING FOR IT! right boys?

Look at this mouth, this loser, Segun Oduolowo. His entire contribution is to make Shapiro “recognize” the insult he doled out to Mr Zoey.

At no point does Segun’s mouth drop with incredulity that a woman would threaten a man with ambulance-worthy injuries – because Segun doesn’t believe that Zoey is female for one, and for another thing, its male vs male here. Segun is defending Zoey’s male pride, not Shapiro’s social, civil, and sovereign right to not be physically beaten for speaking words in polite or impolite society.

I wanted to Segun to look right at me, while I tell him to either call security for Zoey’s threats, and to defend Shapiro’s right to be insulting, or shut his fucking concern troll, political correctness mouth, at once.

Same goes for Mike Catherwood! What a fucking tool! Does he get up, to interpose himself between the MAN-acting MALE In A Dress who just threatened a younger, smaller man with violence over spoken words to body block the young Shapiro and restrain the violence ready to emerge instantly from Zoey?

Nope!

He pulls a political correctness “Bwaaaa you were being insulting!” and couched inside that, is “You get insulting to a man, you BE ASKING FOR IT” where IT in this case, is threatening body language, verbal threats, or promises of assault, and battery and abuse.

All the MEN are on Zoey’s TEAM defending his wounded male pride, because they EMPATHIZE with Zoey’s MAN PRIDE

and they are political correctness fucked in the head, that the insult to Zoey requires redressement, or needs to be factored as a consquence of Ben Shapiro’s words, and not, HOLY SHIT A FIFTY-SOMETHING YEAR OLD MAN WHO HAS BEEN TAKING ESTROGEN FOR ONE YEAR JUST THREATENED A YOUNG MAN WITH REQUIRING AN AMBULANCE IN PUBLIC, ON  FUCKING TELEVISION.

but then, men are socialised that their pride matters, and when these fucking males decide that they are actually women, woe betide the person who doesn’t agree, for there is only one or two punishments for a male who does not recognize another male’s assertion that he is female or woman.?

Remember back in 2011, my “Some Loose Thoughts on Why I Dislike Most Transwomen” post?

Remember the footage in a McDonald’s of a security guard “misgendering” a transwoman?

Remember the comments left on that youtube video by male-t0-transwomen?

This security guy needs charges of hate crime brought against him for continually refering to her as (Him and HE)! Not sure what the law makes of that over there. If it was here I would have reported his transphic hate bullying to the police. That is if I held it together long enough not to knock him spark out!

BroxieRothwell 1 month ago

THIS SECURITY GUARD SHOULD DIE HE IS AN IGNORANT MAN HES A BAD EXAMPLE FOR EVERYONE WHATS HIS FACEBOOK IMMA TELL IT TO HIS FACE:::HE SHOULD DIE::::THAT FUCKIN UGLY MAN SHOULD DIE BULÖLSHIT

hitomi2232 1 month ago

I hope someone murders that security guard !!

Qlassy 1 month ago

There you have it folks, another reason I would never ever ever activist for transwomen, because that would include gross bully and Dirk Benedict-in-drag fetish porn blowup doll Zoey Tur, and these three maabtastic, murderlicious mentality Male-To-Trans: BroxieRothwell, Hitomy2232, and Qlassy.

Thanks again Ben Shapiro for showing everyone, modeling exactly how to get a transwoman to show his male-killerrobot-berzerker side

– just keep asserting they are male, and they will explode on you or threaten you,

and(!) according to Political Correctness Police like Segun Oduolowo and Mike Catherwood, it’s not criminal threatening if a MAN in a DRESS who asserts he is FEMALE or a WOMAN is DENIED HIS PRONOUN OF CHOICE and threatens to put the SMACK DOWN ON YOU – because really, YOU WAZ ASKING FOR IT!

+1 Troll Generation vs PC mob mentality

http://www.breitbart.com/video/2015/07/16/watch-tur-threatens-to-send-shapiro-home-in-an-ambulance-during-jenner-discussion/

 

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it will never happen

for those among the G, the L, the B, and the “T” who still are not accepting reality…

understand that i don’t consider myself gay, but i empathise with gay history of oppression and extermination.

i love lesbians. butt… i am not a lesbian. i can really just learn about lesbianisms, and i empathise with lesbian erasure, and am equally alarmed over butch lesbianism being trans-funneled into female-to-male transition.

nobody is really concerned with building f2m’s a real penis. a penis is a fascinating pollination device made of a variety of special function plumbing and wiring.

it is a male organ, and men are not really sold or interested in creating them for former women-turned-male. It is also very complex to design for, or it would have been done by now at the very least for combat medicine or combat soldier rehabilitation/therapy/reconstruction.

a lot of folks don’t even believe bisexuality exists. how is that for invalidating? but i’ve heard that bisexual women are just exploring alternatives to men until after college when they settle down all properly heterosexual and everything.

and bisexual men are just gay bottom boys who have not either been through enough therapy, or they haven’t embraced gay culture, or learned their history, or perhaps probably all three. once they work it out, they go gay, and never go back to women.

so, bisexuals, don’t exist. ;)

the argument in the comments section always gets mansplained like this, “you can’t be equally attracted to both sexes. you have to have a preference, and which ever is your preferred sexual attraction – that’s your real sexuality.

to witch i say, your opinion? is irrelevant.

and i will never, ever, ever, come out as a trans-anything. not a trans activist. not a transsexual. and not a transgender.

i despise you all. you are not my community. we have nothing in common. and your gender madness is a kind of mental illness or something. no matter how many times it is explained to you trannys, you fall back on two major delusions/assertions/talking points, to validate your lifestyle choice:

1. my ladybrain circuitry compels me to femininity, hence my need to wear women’s clothes and perform women’s patriarchy-social submission rituals, like shave my legs and paint my toes and wear jewelry and lingerie and makeup.

2. i am expressing my gender.

and you can never convince me that by expressing gender, you are somehow a woman, or a female.

quite the opposite.

the fact that most online-enabled transwomen stalked me down out of my anonymous blogging to monitor my Facebook and other social medias and i ended up with an ex-military Alice Cooper/DanaLaneTaylor/Dee Snyder lookalike whistling and staring in my pool locker room in my neighborhood within two years of blogging means you are all Jack-the-fucking-Rippers. you are all my enemies.

and as ive said many times now, there is a reason i despised you all when i started my transition and came out to the T in LGBT for a while.

and now we all know why… the whole world knows…about the TranScumUnity and their fraked-up identity crises and activism circus.

none of you believe you are real women or real females, or you would activist like i do, for women, and  not against them as if we were somehow your oppressors.

give me a fucking break…

i intend to continue to dismantle and eradicate the Trans Leadurr-ship as they arrive or self-appoint.

Caitlyn Jenner is on my list, as is Lana Wachowsky, who, looks like a fetishist in every public appearance I’ve seen since the transition.

and i am not much upset about Jazz Jennings, who is basically just trying to grow up.

but i am extremely upset with Ms. Jennings, Jazz’s mother, who won’t allow Jazz to just be a normal boy, or girl for that matter.

Jazz is apparently a icon of “hope” now? A role model for GLBT? What?

Who appointed a teenager as a role model for GLBT? Not just T, mind you, but L, and B and G?

what.

the.

fuck.

why can’t she just be normal? why the spectacle? why expectations? why expose this child to total media scrutiny and pressure, instead of let her just “be normal” be one of the girls without the transgender identity?

for that matter, Jazz…

if you believe you are a girl, why identify as a transgirl?

if you believe you are female, why identify as a transgender?

would you or your mother or both of you, care to explain to me in a calm, reasonable setting like a coffeeshop or a restaurant, or a park bench…

what is gender? and how is Jazz transing it?

Jazz Jennings, and Lana Wachowsky both wear girly or feminine outfits, 99% of the time.

take away their dressups, and put them both in a Mao suit, and explain your identity to me, sans the purple hair, or the earrings, or the makeup or any of the external dressups.

explain being a transgender to me, while wearing a Chinese laborer’s outfit or Mao-style pants and coat sans all makeup and jewelry bling.

go ahead.

there is nothing in it for me, to be a trans activist. and the real kick in the jizzsack or inverted penile socket is…although it did take awhile, more than the standard two years imposed or outlined or suggested by the Harry Benjamin Standards for Harry Benjamin Syndrome…i did…in time…eventually rewrite my inner thought, my inner identity, my brain-circuits and i only ever identify as a woman, a “cis” female (a non transwoman).

why would i ever go backwards from that achievement, to identify or organize with, or for, or on behalf of, post-op transwomen (like Andrea James, Calpernia, Anne Lawrence, Marci Bowers) or nonop, bepenised transwomen (like Autumn Sandeen, Dana McCallum, Janet Mock, Laverne Cox)?

you can’t convince me of gender…and you all have a post-transition survivor mentality….and you all identify and organise as, a third race/gender/sex group: Trans*

and I do not.

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the enslavement of women under Patriarchy | bow down to your robot masters!

This post is meant to continue and compliment this post:

https://plasticgirrl.wordpress.com/2015/07/13/the-berzerker-wars-killer-zombie-robot-aliens-from-beyond-the-enslavement-of-females-on-planet-earth/

The blueprint for destroying the orgo-invid-rachni-aliens-females on Planet Earth, sector 001, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy, is as follows:

According to Gerda Lerner, Patriarchy Rule of Men over Women has its roots in proto-Iranian and pre-Persian culture, i.e. Babylonians, perhaps even earlier.

However, things swung into High Gear, with Emperor Constantine converting to Christianity and forming the Council of Nicea to cherry-pick all of the previous world religions and mystic traditions to create: The Bible for Man to follow.

A bible which expressly forbids homosexual relations between men, and defines and outlaws witchcraft, sorcery and the occult with the penalty for witchcraft, being death. “Thou shall not suffer a witch to live”.

The reasons are the same reasons that Mao tried to extinguish Chinese Medicine and other ancient Chinese Healing Methods and Philosophy under his program of destroying The Four Olds.

It is because a sage, mystic, or witch learns stuff. Gains knowledge. Becomes wise. Develops independent Thought, Ideas, or Magicka.

A realized mystic or witch acquires forbidden knowledge that directly contradicts/contravenes either Bibilical Patriarchy, or Party Propaganda. If those ideas are allowed to spread to educated middle and upper class, and then water down to the lower castes, it creates social change which invalidates, then destroys The Ruling Elite and their social/religious/thought control.

Phase 1: Submission of women under GodTheFather, and Men

Women are to be dominated by men from childhood onwards, taught to embrace “feminine gender roles” and never allowed to surpass or equal men in intelligence, power, or social status.

The Rule Over Women works like this: God.King.Priest.Father.Brother.Son

women must be submissive to men, males, just because, basically.

Phase 2: Submission of women to PsychiatroMedicalPatriarchy

Men and some women, become learned Doktors, and they are given the highest authority over everyone else. We are trained from infancy, to believe in both doktors, and modern medicine. We submit to doktors, and take their pills, injections, and supplements, without question. We are supposed to trust, they know what is best for us, medically speaking.

Look at how modern medicine has harmed women’s bodies, women’s health, women’s brains, and women’s longevity. Women are hurt by male-medicine, period. We are slaves to their theories and their prescriptions which don’t actually lead to a life free of medicine and disease, but lead ever deeper, into total dependence, and genetic mutilation.

Phase 3: Submission of females to Transgenders

women are submitted to GodTheFather, then DaddyDoktor’s pills, and eventually replaced in the women’s restrooms, women’s locker rooms, women’s sports, and women’s organizations by intrusive, entitled, feminized males with robotized bodies and minds according to a step-by-step superficial formula for transitioning to the opposite sex.

thanks to a lifetime of submission training, we are trained to submit, and allow this to happen to us with nary a whimper of protest.

in fact, using military attack strategies and Political Thought Correctness, transgender activists wage “sensitivity discourse” wars against females in online conversations or debates, bullying us into accepting that transwomen are “just like females”, which of course, is not remotely accurate.

the problem that red-flagged the female-replacement program with feminized robotic males is the transition itself.

go take a look at Andrea James’ “TS Roadmap”

it is a paint-by-numbers approach to medically, chemically, and cosmetically transforming a male, into a pale imitation of a real female.

from plastic surgery to correct overly-masculine qualities in the skulls of males, their Adam’s apples, their receding hairlines from their high levels of testosterone, to a sterile inverted penile fucksocket used for other men to stick their penises into, jizz, and leave.

basically, a human version of an inflatable rubber or plastic blow-up fuck doll.

A Stepford Wife, wearing all the trappings of hyper-femininity socialisation  seen in all style, cosmetic, or beauty advertisements aimed at women in every form of media known, from giant billboards, to magazines, to internet advertisements.

A proper Stepford Wife, wears a short skirt, high heels, nail polish, cosmetics ranging from foundation and eyeliner and lipstick, to sunblock, body deodourent powders and sprays, shampoos and conditioners, as well as chemical fragrances after sterilizing and depilitating her body and crotch of hair and smells/odours men find offensive.

A fucking porn robot – that is what transwomen become, from watching too much porn.

(please note: there is no information on Andrea James’ TS Roadmap site about how to resocialise as woman, or how to unlearn male-entitlement, male sexist attitudes, or how to stop being a mansplainer)

and the dead giveaway that something is seriously wrong with Trans*, (a.k.a Houston, we have a problem), is the fact that none of them identify as female, but only as trans-something: trans*, transgender, transsexual, or whatever. anything but born female, socialised/made into a woman by her environment.

they (the trans) are unable, ever, after six months, a Real Life Test, a sex change surgery, and then six years, or sixty of living life among women, to ever think of themselves as females, or non transwomen, because they still see a man when they look into their own eyes in the mirror.

their activism tactics are straight out of the military, which, as an institution, has a distinct pecking order, a chain-of-command consisting of leaders, and soldiers and using engagement tactics such as saturation fire, suppressive fire, blitzkrieg, swarming, and formations.

the trans* leadurr-ship gives out directives, and the rank and file tranny soldiers obey, which consists of ‘splaining trans to everyone and anyone who will listen, and putting bounties on the lives of females who disagree with their identity assertions, gender presentation, political ideas, or activism methods.

might makes right, and screeds, ‘splains, speeches, wallsofText, stalking, terror, intimidation, threats, and finally, murder, if females just don’t get the fucking memo

pretty obvious, actually

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my revenge against the TranScumUnity

it is over for all of you, from the lowliest DIY pronchan Btard basement transitioner, to the transwomen and men at WPATH

https://transhumanoid.wordpress.com/fall-of-trans/

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about that privileged female WPATH “gatekeeper” that tried to extort me for my SRS papers

how a fairly well-known “gender therapist” who boasted of being a member of WPATH and a stickler for the Hairy Benjamin Standard of Care for transsexual treatment tried to extort me for financial gain under the guise of proper “gatekeeping”…

my dream date with a once-in-a-lifetime operation to get a sex reassignment surgery i had desired for much of my life manifested when the money finally fell into place.

for obvious reasons i planned on having my SRS done with Suporn for his reputation of neuro-mastery. the idea of going with Brassard, Meltzer, or Bowers (or McGinn!) was utterly out of the question.

i transitioned in 2000.

i never had a transgender “dress-ups” permit (lol!)

i never had “gender therapy” (give me a fucking break…)

i decided when to start hormones.

i decided when to start electrolysis.

i decided when i was ready to fulltime and begin the much vaunted “real life test”

i started over in a new town with utterly no help from family, friends, or any kind of financial savings, save for about $1000 dollars that had been dripping away as the first few months fulltime wore on.

i went on welfare and foodstamps for two maybe three months.

i got off welfare.

i became a prostitute. first a street walker, then a bar trick, then a professional call girl/escort.

two years later, after managing to avoid sexually transmitted diseases, a meth, heroin, cocaine addiction, jail or probation for a prosti-tuition conviction, or being murdered in my bed or at a hotel, i exited the sex slavery trade having only been raped violently after being date-rape drugged by a relative of A Famous Guy, deeply injured, and left with no choice but to keep putting out my ass and slutting cum to pay my rent, bills, and call girl overhead and put some away for sex reassignment surgery.

no rape shelter or counseling for me im afraid. i had to work.

after meeting a transwoman who, it turned out – was a non-op STEM careerist – i got out of The Biz and became his trophy tranny wife.

i became a chubby homemaker and built our nest together and did activism on behalf of abused children and women who had been victimised by Big Medicine.

i loved my career as a married housewife/homemaker and thought i was set for life.

i even went to college (finally!) after my 30th birthday.

when the money for SRS happened, i needed one letter from a “specialist” stating i was a good candidate for a sex change operation, had been on hormone replacement therapy for two years, and had completed a successful one year minimum Real Life Test living fulltime as the opposite sex.

yeah…

my exhusband the shemale porn wanking transgender-identified nonop recommended his gender therapist he had gone to for a couple years.

i called her up to ask her for the minimal two visits needed to issue a recommendation for sex reassignment surgery.

she completely balked at the idea of a mere two visits.

i told her over the phone that my real life test had never ended once it had started…years ago

i mentioned that my genitals had been shrinking alarmingly, rapidly, and painfully.

i needed this procedure done soon and my surgery date loomed in less than three months.

she catagorically refused the minimum sessions, and when i mentioned i was also married, this horrible woman told me that my marriage complicated my situation significantly…consequently… it was not enough to just see me. no.

she insisted i had to drag my nonop TG spouse down for “couples therapy” for a minimum of six. months.

“i beg pardon?’, was about all i could say after hearing her totally dismiss my testimony

“im a member of WPATH”, she told me authoritatively. she took her gate-keeping duties and the HBSOC very seriously.

“No. Thanks.”

i called around and i found an FTM therapist who gave me intel on a family psychologist who also did occasional work with transsexuals/transgenders.

i booked him no problem after i explained my situation and he listened to me on the phone explain most of what i had told Ms. WPATH-compliant; i also made no mention of being married…

he saw me for exactly two sessions. about fifty minutes each time give or take. about half the hourly rate of the “transgender specialist”.

i made my appointments dressed in girly sweaters, accessory scarves, long hair cascading down my back – wearing combat boots on my feet – to test him.

we talked mostly about my time as a prostitute and how i healed without therapy or intervention after my Big Rape…

he gave me my sex reassignment surgery letter.

i had the procedure done and had perfect urination six days after. i was extremely sensate after the op, and multiorgasmic within months after my return from Thailand.

m-t-f joy :)

years later my nonop properly gender-therapied and gatekept TG spouse hurt me, poisoned me, and kicked me out to live on the street for my radical feminism blog. especially, and specifically for my Terminology page, and my three or four posts supporting Lisa Vogel’s intentional healing space for born females, the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival.

during my Real Life Test, i learned some advanced lessons in Unwanted Penetration…

lessons that neither my male-to-transgender exhusband nor the entire TranScumUnity learned in WPATH-approved mandatory gate-keeping and gender therapy sessions.

hmmm

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simulacrum and simulation: how to get submissive “bedroom” eyes

the best part of transition: when i vanquished male gaze and male energy, and discovered the secret to femme energy, and achieved “bedroom eyes”

see Du Jour in this clip, and look at her eyes, compare them to the men around her.

if you are transgender/transsexual/trans* and you unfortunately have downloaded my pics, try to figure out why my eyes are so radically different, from yours.

the full clip with Massive Attack playing in his headphones before and as Neo wakes up, followed by the full scene at Club Bondage, with Trinity.

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women’s voices, women’s stories

the first time i read about rape, i was in the waiting room of a general practitioners office. my mother was getting some kind of medical checkup.

on the lampstand table, were a variety of magazines. i picked up a “Reader’s Digest” i think it was, and flipped through it. and in the magazine was a very vivid story of a woman who lived in a big city, and was stalked out to her car.

she was alone, at night, in a parking lot. a man came up behind her as she was putting her groceries into the car. he threatened her with either a gun or a knife, and forced her to drive them both to somewhere secluded and raped her in her car, and then fled.

i was very young at the time, and the memory and significance of the article stuck with me to this day. that men rape. and women get raped by men.

i remember thinking how horrible it must be, to be so vulnerable to such violence. and i found the fact that i was being raised ‘to be a man” someday, meant that my peers would include men who rape women.

in crude lingo. men have dicks. women have pussies. men seize women to interrupt whatever they are doing, to be a non consensual recipient of a man’s dick. how horrific.

***

my brother and i used to share music we called “the cool”. he would find music and tell me about it, and i often, not always, but frequently found that he had discovered something i liked.

likewise, i have turned my brother on to a great many musics of different genres that he loves.

however, there is one notable exception i noticed over the years, but never struck me so obviously until just a couple years ago.

i turned my brother on to a genre i will probably mislabel as “synth/metal/pop/industrial”.

in the early 90s, I was a fan of Nine Inch Nails, long before “the cool kids liked it”.  at the time of the albums “Broken” and “Pretty Hate Machine”, i believe NIN/Trent Reznor’s music was sometimes called “electro/industrial”.

my brother listened to “Pretty Hate Machine” one time, and fell in love with NIN.

and he liked “VNV Nation” whom i discovered one late night on a “Pirate” radio program or  “After Dark” program that featured music that wasnt necessarily mainstream at the time, or often played on that radio station.

he didn’t seem to like “Skinny Puppy” as much, but he also liked more of “Marilyn Manson” than i did, so things seemed to even out over the long term, more or less.

because of the success in turning him on to Trent Reznor, he was one of the first people i thought would love Emilie Autumn.

he did not.

even when i baited him with one of her hardest songs “I Want My Innocence Back”, and told him that Emilie Autumn was often billed as “victorian/industrial”

he didn’t care for any of the tracks i suggested to him, like “Dead Is The New Alive”, and others.

he told me over the phone exactly what the issue was, succinctly, “She doesn’t do anything for me. Sorry. You struck out on that one. Not my thing.” or something to that effect.

it took a little bit before i figured out what the issue was…

he didn’t hear her. he couldn’t listen. he didn’t hear women’s voices. she didn’t “resonate” with him, musically, or lyrically.

ever since I was young, i read women’s magazines, books authored by women, women’s music, and i enjoy hearing women’s lives, their stories, and their voices.

i don’t really know where i am going with all that except to say,

some men, perhaps a lot of men, just don’t hear us, and not hearing us, they can not listen.

it partly applies to feminism and probably even more so with radical feminism.

i appreciated, loved, empathized with, wept with, the stories of women whose lives, experiences, plights, and sufferings i found in feminism, from Betty Friedan, to Andrea Dworkin.

i am profoundly saddened by the fact that so few transwomen “get” radical feminism.

in a way, I don’t get why…then, i think i do…

im not trans

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a strange dream

i don’t usually dream. witch is to say, i sleep well. my subconsciousunderconsciousness is a known place/plane for me. my interior mental castle is in order. i have plumbed the depths of the origin of thought itself, and uncovered my own dreams, fears, and nightmares; and resolved them all.

so i do dream. i have REM. just like normal humans. but i don’t have pursuit nightmares, which plagued me for years. i don’t have wistful flying dreams anymore. usually. and best of all, my transformation dreams ended the day i first took a dose of estrogen.

but every now and then i have a vivid dream, that usually unravels in my dream state and does not afflict me with a waking wondering wistful or worrying afterdreamimage that leaves me sitting in a chair brooding over its content, portent or meaning.

that being said, most dreams i have these days are like the ones of my youth,

they are often clairvoyant. and by clairvoyent, i don’t mean of Nostradamus or Astrological import. Nothing for a dream interpreter to be summoned to decode or decipher.

one example of a clairvoyant dream, was simply dreaming in the predawn hours of the night, exactly what my social studies or english teacher was wearing, but without time content.

another, was when i saw a vehicle approaching, of a specific make, model, and color.

in both cases, later that day, i entered class and was stricken with a dejavu out of nowhere, like I had lived this scene before. and i will remember that i woke up at 3:00 am out of the dream with the teacher in.

or the car out of my dream passes me by, only facing the wrong way on the road compared to my dream. but it is the exact vehicle i dreamed of.

in the case of my transformation dreams, i literally dreamed of going through a process, either medical/scientific or magicka/sorcery and i am changed. not a trans woman, or a transgender, but 100% female. either medically, or through occult means.

about two maybe three months after i started this blog in 2011, i had a dream I was talking with Mary Daly.

last night, i woke up out of a dream, and guess who was in my dream?

Janice Raymond.

we were both aboard a deep space colony starship headed to colonise an Eden world, a new Earth, one with several moons.

we didn’t say very much to each other at all.

but after we made planet-fall and the colonists were busy unpacking the landing shuttles contents for basic survival and energy, Janice and I were walking side by side at the edges of the landing field, and near the woods with a view of an enormous field.

she turns to me slightly and says to me, “I won’t last forever. But I wanted to give you this before I’m gone.”

and that is all she said, and I accepted her offering in silence.

and she placed in my hands an enormous book, twelve inches or more across, fourteen to sixteen inches tall and two or three inches thick.

it bore an organic, wood-cut like grey cover and it was covered in raised engravings consisting of scenes of nature and riddled with occult or mystic devices and sacred geometry.

and that was my dream.

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ergo, something | why transwomen are their own worst enemies | period

the biggest problem facing trans*, is pride. it should be pretty obvious after a few months on estrogen and spironolactone, that you don’t pass. then you put on my cumslutgear, and still, you do not pass. then you get a trachea shave, and pornbarbie plastictits boobjob, and you not only don’t pass, you look pretty fucked up at this point.

i will give you an example, of things you just can never not unsee, but that will cause random moments of “W…T..F…?” to, erm, spring up, in your mind from time to time,

take for example, this one particular 60 year old male-to-trans autogynephile I scoped while i was headed to my hotel room one afternoon after a checkup with Suporn to see how my penile inversion was healing (quite fine, ty).

anyhoo, i leave the esteemed Plastic Clinique and what do I spy?

a sixty year old with stringy blond hair, walking in highheels, with the most ridiculous set of porn-star boobs you have ever seen, placed high on the chest of this late middle-aged man in a dress, strutting his stuff in shoes I would have worn during my endless buttsex evenings as a callgirl. except not as big as his.

detransition? not an option!

detransition? not an option!

so, what it is about male-to-trans, that they can not detransition, even when it is clear, they are not only not passing, but they actually look worse as wannabe women, than they did as men.

pride. once you enter the trans dressups and manic medical mutilation madness mayhem machine, you are never allowed to stop, abort, and reverse course.

it’s a competition. literally. like Trans Class of Whatever. Once you reveal you are transitioning, and talk about body mods, electroly, ffs, srs, etc, you are In The Groove and you can’t stop, look at this giant mess in the mirror you’ve made out of yourself, your biochemistry, your mind, your health, your appearance, and your PENUS as well, and say,

“Guys, I am done with this shit. This was totally stupid. I mean, look at me. I am a fucking retard and I look like the trainwreck man guy dood from the Matrix 2 with a penile inversion socket making things at the doctor really awkward. I’m done. I’m outahere. Going back to doodbroland. Nice knowing you all.”

– dissatisfied former male-to-trans*

ergo, something-something

ergo, something-something

video has nothing at all to do with the post, whatsoever

in other news, about a month and half ago, i had these massive cramps out of nowhere. i was sitting outside, enjoying a morning coffee and the sunshine, and all of the sudden, i felt this pinch/twinge/pulse pain, deep inside me, to the left of my navel, a little lower, and about an inch or more, deep, internally.

it caught me by surprise, and it was so sudden and attention-grabbing, that i placed my left hand over the spot on my abdomen where I felt the pulse-throb-pain, and folded nearly in half at the waist, the third time it happened.

as i realized what it was, i looked around at the other women sipping coffee or tea and checking their email on their phones, sat back up straight, and said to myself,

“Try not to act like it’s your first time, okay? They probably wouldn’t even notice a cramp of that magnitude, or at least, wouldn’t let it show, especially in public.”

Jeez…

Lately when it happens, I find my breasts are getting tender around the same time, or a few days after it happens.

Just like when my breasts started growing, i first felt my left breast get extremely itchy, then puffy, then voila! a tiny breast bud materialized behind my left nipple to eventually become a mass of ducts and breast tissue. then, after awhile, a couple weeks, my right breasts went through the same set of symptoms, super itchy, super puffy nipples, then, !shazam!, i had a right breast core bud behind my right nipple.

i mostly get cramps on my left side. mostly.

related (vaguely):

i used to have a jean jacket just like hers…. enjoy some Tiffany

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Avenger. Revenger.

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