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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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about that mra s

how did the planet fail sixth grade science?

Overwatch Report:

instead of keep a low profile once you discovered andromeda, you teslad the enterprise…

dumb. dumb. dumb. dumb…….

when the thirdspacereaper ships arrive, this is what the human pinnacle record will say for itself.

(all the livng and dead nationcontinent leaders voices)

1. Asia. we did it all for the public goo

2. indonesiamalayia. cargocultscargocultscargocults!!!

3. Africa. we did it all for the nookie. (and the blinglifestyle). they wer brought to the unopercenters table to talk bizness like adultcivs. they went back home as wannabe snoopdawgs and ezEz. fuck this shithole. we got ours. right? of course..

guess what? a million dead clitties and slitties are getting revenge now boizzz. its over for you all. ha ha.

4: South America. they all had a headstart on us! plus the virginmary. and stuff.

5. Middlewaste. mygodsright. urs aint. the end. also women suck. men rule. fuvk yeah.

when you guys spasmnuke eachothrr across the mesopotamiamediterrania… you know your are doing it…

6. North Meruica. we did it all for freedom. justice. and the murrican way. also atm fees. and socualdurrwin-ism. yep. and in god we trust. shonuff. not really tho…

7. Northern Eauropa. we did it all for king and country. and glory. also commerce and ideaologynationalismz but whaevs.

8. Antarctica. *crickets* “wereahhh.. jssst biding our time loooolololoolllzzz”.

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ringing the durr keyz tip | the obligatory trip to depressionlandia

you ever listen to this guys business recording?

sure ill give you a whoremoan referal so you can be just as lost as me.

i longed to be penetratable. but i somehow forgot a guy could fuck my mouth or ass.

i jerked off before srs cus i was rly afraid it was my last jizz eva. i know about jizz bcuz i pivd my ex to fulfill my genetic destiny during my epic career arc as a vagina fetishist. latex gloves and all.

and i dont fetishize yung transitioners. nope.

truth is… i dont have female neurology. i just had a srs crossdressing problem and was sick of malesocialobligation so i thought a dwessups permit from an unqualified to diagnose intersex gendurr hurr therapust woukyd make me feel better about wearing nylons and a dress.

truth be told, i nevaeva hetanyg, eithrr

too much PORN!

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i come in peace

the transgender problem is solved. deborg their diets. get them some proper parenting. stay off pornchan. learn to socialize with women so you are not so envious that you think you can just turn yourself into a quasifemale and punch your clown while dressed and claim that is an identity. then plan on killing me. stalking my fb. downloading my pics. jerking off to them. how many trannyz have my most recent pics on their harddrives or cellphones… i wonder. ill bet nasa knows. probably, a lot.

thus i have proved in logical binary for the futurecivs, that the twizted borgz are here, and they are all mentally ill. they can not perform a basic binary math equation and respect stop and no.

that means they can not be trusted. and transall-lies, should know what you guys are really all about. perverts most of you. sperglords with pronsocialization. you are not women and you are not female, which is why trans identity has become weaker and more messed up every year.

it used to mean, someone who transitioned from male to female.

all you trannies sucking down pills your doctor gave you for your brainmalfs….

is that what you aspired to be when you thought you would take estrogen?

a stepfordpornblowupdoll

ora

sperglordinadwess

?

none of you bother with voice training anymore. you radiate tension and disease and confusion and unsanity when i look at your faces. you are not female. you are not women. and after you raped the shit out of my fab pics in the last two weeks, you proved to yourslaves, your allies, all the worlds governments, the ioc, the FB admins, to the watching feminist, lesbian, and legal bodies, organizations, and groups, to each other, even. to all the world robos you spergidiots built to hoover the web all day and all night. to any and all passing aliens listening in to our EMdata-net.

that,

wait for it…

you are not gurrlz.

that is not my fault.

so whose fault is

never come near me again. its on. ill scan you, biotic charge you, anaconda you, and take your pic as you cry for your mummy.

you need to grow up, and get out of my pantyhose, and become men. try it. cus none of you pass as women, that is for sure.

case closed, your honours.

Chapterhouse. Dagobah. Antaractica

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followup to my nasa report…

hopefully we can get over the transtrendurr puhen-om-emen and move on to better… things.

the races i mentioned, the lesser races like ours, would be the most fun to get to know. it would be like rome and carthage or england and egypt, for both planets. good times.

but it is actually better that we dont have the tech to meet each other. for all of us.

we would have alien toxic goo in addition to our own. wed get their measels and vd. or vermin. our people huffing their drugs. worshipping their gods. it would be disasterous.

but the invid/aliens/rachni/shadows/formics are real.

and so is the borgberserkers

the rachnialiens seeded earth with bacteria, cometwisr.

the borgzerkerzz beamed their way here like an EM cometphotontorpedolaser

we are both a little alien and a little borgly in different ratios across humanity and it effects and affects our sensorium and socialisation and civilization.

the reason i advised we go with automated mining/defenses and regenerating hulls and jump drives is to rag tag fugitive fleet our asses out of here in case either the borg or bugger fleets arrive.

we have no weapons that can hurt their massive power.

the borg will turn this planet into a rack of underground servers and leave terminators in orbit and on the ground. one big annoying flouridegreenhumming of digital mastery.

the buggers will destroy everything. they are insanely xenophobic. they build above and below the ground. they bring a million bactos and horrid hunterseeker bugs like from starship troopers while clouds of black yellow jackets swarm from spaceborn hives.

you can only run. fastasyoucan.

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radical psycho therapy | after the fall of trans | transgender empire

the secret is out, trans-woe-men. the whole world knows about your filthy porndickness. it is over. i pee on your graves.

you have no right to get angry at me for being true to my transition dream. why didnt juliaserano janemock or mr james become rad fems, defend sis over cis, apologize to Janice Raymond, and set up an unwanted penetration/transition failure trap, like me?

it is because you not only dont believe you are women. when you play with your penises while dressedup as a sports illustrated swimsuit model or maxim babe or pornchanslut, you KNOW, For Sure even, that you are not intersexed transsexuals, or female. you are failmen with the pornsicknessoverloadvirus.

that simple.

i have destroyed your sperglorddwessups club, butt goo

and ypu needed to be destroyed because this transgender sickness spilled out of pornchan and sissy boy makeover school into real life. a life that includes michrlle dumarit standing with his massive frame deckrd out in thr spandex he used to spank his clown with, celebrating trans evolution by winning against genetic females in his advantaged body.

FEEL PROUD MICHELLE???

And Fallon. couldnt fight against real men and win. transitions, and uses twitter to gloat over retiring female fighters out of their own sport, making a Mockery of sexsegregated sports.

FEEL PWOUD, FALLON!!

look at the tranny DLT and his buddies recruited to kill me in the womens locker room.

manbody. mansocialization. manstaring at a lithe-bodied female half his age like it was the first time he had seen a naked female.

go ahead. take over the olympics.

females will create fablympics/amazonia

and all you corporate sponsors can bankroll a bunch of medically mutilated men with delusions of FABlife and watch the mtf “female competitors” perv it up as a pubic spectacle every few years.

besides, what woman would want to get the Male Gaze from a postoptwanny in her nakedshower space?

not I, thats for sure.

dont get angry with me for transitioning all the way, and refusing to be true to myself, by posting something about outing myself as a supertransactivist.

thats what youve been hoping for, right? because im better at activismscience than mandrea. i got the callgirl cred Mock pretended to have. i get FAB life better than wayyy too cocky serano who gets alienated by fablifebiology like pregnancy.

i am the transactivist you all wish you were. but i will never go on Opera or any talkshow to talk about trans.

i didnt transition to be trans for life.

that means i graduated transiton and completed my HARRY BENJAMIN SYNDROME treatment, and i have better things to do than visit Camp Trans, argue with Professors Raymond or Bailey. or talk about girlslikeus.

that is a stink of your own making.

its not my fault.

who is to blame for the transgender phenomenon?

and why, after the first couple months on HRT, when you realized it wasnt making you pass but instead screwing up your appeareance until neither men or women were attracted to you, didnt you detransition?

its because you are stupid perverts.

got it?

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Gnosis: a gift for NASA

is thea life on othrr werlds? yes.

are they habitable? some of them.

do any of them have intelligent races? yes.

are any of them a threat to humans? definitely.

i suggest you start working on automated defense platforms, jump drives, and regenerating ship hulls. soonest.

there are many species out there you might recognize from star wars or star trek or babylon 5. most are like us, techwisr.

some are better at this science or that. some have automated space mining. others havent even launched sputnik yet.

none of them are threats because they are divided individuals. like us they have government,  which slows down progress due to 1%ing.

the ones that can hurt us have hiveminds or telepathy.

the big three are:

The Formics/Rachni. they fight as a singleminded team using energy weapons like lightning bolts. they swarm. they can not be scared nor will they ever give up. if they were to open a gate, they would come through as a million million spiderships. it would be over in hours.

The Borg/Berserkers. an electromagnetic hivemind that can fight just like the Buggers. they are uncountably vast. they never give up. they cannabilize.

Thirdspace/Fluidspace/Reapers.

yep.

of them all…

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hogwarts academy | annakin substitute teacher | pandoraz box

 

 

i gave you tgtsz the knowledge on how to getovrurslaves. and move on. happier. healthier.

yet still. you violated me. on the wotlk stage. again.

basic. binary. pass. fail.

you failed. exactly azsa i predicthrd.

what does tjat tell you about yourselves?

it is time to grow up.

as a reward for the M on your license, i give you still more free magickal knowledge. ready?

How to handle unseen/shadowspirit/nocyum as a Freshmann Mage/Preist/Shaman acolyte attending my distance learning online academy.

To minimize the chances of inadvertently summoning an AngeldemoneleMental always handle magical items with Respectr annd Car-re. This includes books, clothing, ritual items, images, and essences and re-age-entzss.

Observe the following guidelines:

1. When reading about angels, demons, elementals, aliens and entities, never complete whole sentences.

2. Never look at images for more than five seconds.

3. Never utter aloud the complete words of prayer/incantation/spell three times in a row.

4. absolute-ly should you perform magic under the influen za

5. and never say the angeldemonaelle-mental’s name5z

6. follow the above as a procedure to minimiz the risk of a Be-nG visited and whissspered too, when you are looking the other way as cross the street. got it?

 

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Vik Tor-e

assskmeeee how i knew you trannies would get deathgripped by my spiralnet

heterosexual ManDate

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let’s end this, shall we? a letter to the International Olympic Committee on Transgendered Sports Competitors

Short and sweet is best, so that is what I will aim for here. Supposedly, a panel of experts got together to determine that a male-to-female transsexual is okay for olympic competition against born females, with the following conditions. The male-to-female transsexual must have had hormone replacement therapy, and sex reassignment surgery.

The assumption that is held here, the LIE that the transcommunity tells itself!, and everyone else! and has labored hard to make “truth” among the Olympics community, is that male-to-females transition, consisting of hormones of the female sex, and demasculinisation, i.e. removal of male gonads and penis, renders a male-to-female, “just like a born female”, or what the trans* will call “cissexual females”.

This is a lie. It’s completely untrue. It is not reality. It is not truth. And it is not scientific; that a transwoman’s chemical and surgical transition somehow magically levels the playing field with a born female. That all pre-transition advantages have been removed.

This is called The Self-deluding Bullshit Mentality. It is not based on fact, but on feelings.

The feelings of transwomen, are not allowed to be “hurt” with observations of reality, so the PC thing to do, in the world of PCupvotementality, is to gaslight the shit out of yourself, until you think what they want you to think, a.k.a. Oceania has always been at war with…

The main argument will hinge on whether anti-testosterone treatment, truly “de-bulks”, “de-muscles” and “de-strengthadvantages” a transwoman’s body to be entirely without any kind of advantage.

This is just not reality. In the future, yes, perhaps, maybe, someday, The Plastic Girl Pill will be so awesome, so complete, so totally real, yo, that after 100, 200, 300 days, or something, yes, the biomechanics of a transwoman’s body would be altered, and she would be “wussified”, “weakened”, “deborked” sufficiently, that it would really be true she had no advantage over born-females.

UNFORTUNATELY THAT IS NOT THE CASE RIGHT NOW

The reality is, transwomen’s bodies feminize, or demasculinate, wildly differently! There is no Master Plan Time Table Chart of height, weight, length of time on testosterone, length of time on estrogen, that you can measure, gauge or lump all post-op trans competitors with, but that is the lie that the transcommunity spreads on your behalf! That the IOC’s panel of experts, did all that science, and well, that’s that! Transwomen don’t have advantages, so, move along, nothing to see hear, just accept it!

I can prove that both the transcommunity, and the IOC is in error, unambiguously.

Short data:

I transitioned in 2000 and on medium levels of spiro, I had post op testosterone levels in just about one year.

I did not have srs according to the Harry Benjamin Syndrome Timetable, simply because I didn’t have the financial privilege to get it done within the first year or two or three, so, it took awhile.

But I did get it done. The specific date, if it matters, I can provide with the paperwork given to me by Suporn’s office, behind a closed-door meeting with the IOC.

I have been post-op for years now, and I can not only assure you, I can promise you, that I am far, far stronger than born females. About the only women who might be competitive with me in any way, are female powerlifters (i dont powerlift, and I dont lift big weights anyway). And perhaps the best female boxers in the world at their peak.

Maybe. If a powerlifter female arm wrestled me, she might win. And a lucky knockout blow from a pro female boxer would take me down, okay.

However, if I were to hit a profemale boxer in the face, even once, it would probably rearrange the soft tissues in her skull, almost instantly. My hands are strong enough to smash bone. My legs are strong enough to break a full grown man’s leg, effortlessly, unless he is Bas Ruten.

I will prove this, on video, by doing simple biomechanical strength tests against male and female volunteers who have nothing to lose by participating in a mere demonstration behind closed doors.

My body is so powerful, that I can toss some men around like they are rag dolls.

That means I did not lose advantages through fifteen years of post-op testosterone levels and years of post-op “weakening”.

Send me a note to my Contact form, and I will arrange as many demonstrations for the IOC as it takes, to prove, that there is NO ONE STANDARD RANGE CHART to reliably determine that a male-to-female competitor has ZERO advantage over born females in the same age, weight, or experience division.

It’s called biomechanical advantage. Mine is insanely strong. And I will prove it, anytime, to the entire IOC committee on trans atheletes, to bury this trans fantasy land bullshit for all time.

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Zoey Brain appreciation day

the entire transcommunity, feminist and lesbian communities can send Zoey Brain Rocket Daddy a message of sincere thanks and gratitude – for the existence of Plastic Girl.

if it was not for his six or seven-plus years of internet transactivism i would not have registered this blog.

it was only after i investigated his intersex masturbation fantasies everywhere, and subsequently found Julia Serano’s activism, Sarah Brown at True Slaves and had a good long look at Snowflakes Place when i decided you guys were history…

the rest of you from lorelei to beestingdood to hexy to mr fundmyschrapnelwounds all sealed your fate,

i decided to plan my revenge on the transcommunity for Ashliep0rnfilthmouth, and all the AliceCooperTwisteszisters that schrodingered all over me between 2000-2003.

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