i love you Mary Daly, cosmic traveler and sister weaver spinster, mother

we are Reclaiming the Naming (R.N.)

we Name our own Lived Experiences with our own Names

we reject THEM from stealing, appropriating, colonising, reframing, gaslighting, and possessing…us


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is it okay to be transphobic? can transgender activists recover from their numerous leadership failures? Abigail responds…


Anna Morden and Mary Blair are back this evening to field two questions from selfs asking about transgender. our first question this evening comes from Tracy who wants to know if it is okay to be transphobic… Anna?

Dear Abigail, I have many transfriends and it seems like every time I try to talk about female-centered issues, or if I ever criticise or say anything about their gender expression or their porn or their manly voices or the occasional swinging penis clearly visible in a skirt with no attempt to tuck whatsoever, I am labeled “transphobic”. It seems unfair that they are all immune from any kind of skepticism or criticism, and it seems the only way to ever avoid the dreaded “terf” accusation, is basically to agree with everything they say, pretty much about anything, always. That response in itself kinda fuels my anxiety around them, enhancing a real sense of fear of men who become trans. I guess I want to know if it is okay to be transphobic if you just can’t agree with/believe them and their ideology? – Tracy

Anna says: Dear Tracy, I, too, have often noticed a trend of bornmales who transition making transgender the center of basically every discussion that ever comes up about pretty much everything. I’ve been told by one senior trans activist that my female reproduction capability is alienating and cisprivileged, which I thought is just what a man would say, actually.

I’ve seen men in drag in the lady’s room pissing standing up, dick in hand. I’ve trepidatiously read a little transgender sissyboy erotica and forced female fantasization, I’ve seen penises swinging visibly betwixt the legs of transwomen in skirts. I’ve seen the abuse/death/rape threats sent by trans activists to gender critical and radical feminist lesbians.

I know of one case where a stealth postop who was on puberty blockers as a teen and transitioned in her twenties was stalked offline by a late-transitioner who had no female-socialization to speak of, and was utterly unpassable, all the way into a public pool in her neighborhood, for her pro-female support of women-only spaces. Unforgivable.

Another transwoman abused her spouse for becoming a radical feminist and supporting born females.

There’s at least 101 reasons to be skeptical of transwomen (transphobic) not the least of which is older transwomen who prey on younger transwomen. The way transforummods grip tightly on all conversations and don’t allow anything that hints of gender criticism, because all their transition paperwork is labeled gender, gender, gender. The dressups permits – gender therapy. The hrt permit – gender reassignment. The transition itself, treatment for gender dysphoria. No gender. No transition.

Without medical or psychological validation, they’re really just perverts and fetishists in a large social club of men who took dressups lifestyle too far, and became medically mutilated males who spend their days and nights explaining the difference between trans and “cis” in every convo online they can find – which is the final testament to their failed transition from transgender – to female.

It is not illegal to be transphobic, so if you can live with being transphobic, I say, all the power to you.

Dear Abigail, Can transgender ever recover from their numerous leadership failures? – Seneca

Mary says: dear Seneca, trans is terminally fucked for the following reasons:

  1. everything Anna said
  2. MandreaJammin revengeporning Michael Bailey
  3. JanetMock glorifying prostitution without ever being one
  4. death threats, rape threats, abuse threats from born males, to born females, over gender criticism. thatsss. terminal.
  5. backing Lupron for offlabel use on children who behave counter to their parents ideals of male-female “gender behavior”, in essence, medically interfering with a normally functioning person, to sexually alter them, based on their social behavior being labeled as a psychiatric disturbance of some kind. that is so criminal that i would airlock every tranny i ever see utter the word Lupron in connection with “treating” children
  6. every trans should detransition, or suicide, because nobody ever transitions all the way and identifies as “cis” which means your transition, failed.
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let’s face it, the number one reason transgenders identify as transgender, is inability to identify as “cis” female


are you male-to-transgender? good. im glad you stopped by one of the final bosses of the internet (as it were). you’ve reached the End of Line for your political correctness bullshit.

the biggest problem with all transgender, is that they identify as transgender.

why do *you* identify as a transgender, or a transwoman, or a trans woman?

and why don’t you identify as female?

answer? simple.

you don’t pass as female. to men and women around you.

and perhaps most importantly, you don’t pass as female, inside your mind.

you can’t ever identify as a “cisgender’ woman. you are forever stuck identifying as a transgender woman.

i think it is pathetic, that your Pride was such an unstoppable Beast that even when it was totally obvious you were not passing after six months on hormones, a year on hormones, two years on hormones… and then you went and got a boobjob, a trachea shave, and a penile inversion socket, and what happened after you were all healed up from all your surgeries?

you still did not see female in the mirror. you didn’t feel like you had gained any kind of “female mystery” which made you know for sure inside yourself, that you also were female.

at that point, you had to know you failed medical transition.

but it was when you came out as a transgender, as a consequence of not being able to bullshit yourself you are a real female, that you failed social transition as well.

i don’t feel sorry for you at all. you could have pulled the plug on that, at any time. but due to your male Pride, you couldn’t admit failure, or defeat, or inability to transition all the way. so instead of detransition, you came out as a transgender.

and then you stalked me for my mouthy anti-trans opinions on this blog, ensuring that you failed the basic binary rape test/basic binary checksum as well.

so not only did not you feel like a female after SRS and begin identifying as one
and not only did you fail to detransition when it was obvious to yourself, in the mirror, that you were not passing as female to yourself, or to anyone else, then you MABed it up good, by finding out who was writing this blog. and now you have my incurable psychic mutating virus.

i knew you would stalk me for Plastic Girl, because of your murderous malepride mandate, that grooming since birth, to be a rapist.

i snared you by my understanding of the neurons in your brain. you had two choices. close the browser, or stalk me. but it was really no choice for a male-born rapeape at all. for you, you could only chose rape. and thus, i force you, to come face-to-face, with the incontrovertible fact, that the reason you will never identify as one of us so-called “cis” females? is because:

  1. you know you dont pass socially, and i know it too
  2. you know you dont pass mentally, inside your mind, and i know it too
  3. i knew you so well in fact, that i got you to fail a basic rape test, easily, proving to us both yet another reason you identify as a transwoman, and not female. because you know you are socialised to rape, and i caught you for my rad fem friends, to show them that i “got” radical feminism, and why i despised you all, so very much.

if had i showed up to Trans100 and asked for a show of hands, how many male-to-transgender women loved reading Mary Daly, and Andrea Dworkin, or Janice Raymond or Sheila Jeffreys, there isn’t any of you, who would raise your hands.

the fact that you transgenders want to subject young boys who put on dresses or wear long hair to Lupron to suspend their puberty to validate your unpassable group of medically-mutilated male-born misogynists makes us enemies.

that, and the effortlessly debunkable claim that transwomen have no advantages sportswisr.

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


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

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


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

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

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

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


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

Very. Very. Awkward.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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on becoming a servant

Goddess watch over me

Goddess watch over me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A lesson in trans-boundary fail

please DO comment and prove you are a man

(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!


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.”


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.



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.


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!


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:


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?


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.


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

*And LEXY.

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From Transgender to Transhuman


absolutely loved this, by GreenGablesFan :)

Originally posted on Sensation Experience:

In this post, I will be using terms that will be as broad as possible to include everybody, even if they do not identify within that given category, for instance, MTF and FTM. Also, I am not trying to make you think that my way is the best and only way. There are possibly better and safer ways than the one I am going to describe to you. 
I spend a lot of my time researching naturopathic alternatives to allopathic (conventional) medicine. Of course allopaths and non-allopaths try to outdo one another on the treatments that they think work best, but as we all know, the pharmaceutical industry is primarily interested in making better profits and improving functionality. As naturopaths, osteopaths, and chiropractors, we believe that the person is a lot more important than the drugs. We try to have a more holistic approach to finding the patient’s needs and wants. We also have…

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Age of Aquarius

thanks to GallusMag for the… tip! (!) <3 <3 <3


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dear newstatesman… if ur reading this… it means…


Chai teA for losersss




you jzzz

grave Mistak

no morr tearsssz


ask bugdry, PD, keystonePabstBUDlt

golden goat


ovaries first

gasoline burning engines at night he burns….razor train

SIS ftw

he learned everything about robots…RC (radio control) CM (chemistry maths) RTM (registered trademark of reliability)

rim ore

ti me







throw water at her… she melts… hurr durr

only in OZZOO

kayak gone mainstreamin themembrane

cry me a river

gone… with the wind

(heshit said:: (andiquothe) “i am a wind of death”

to witch i said..,

oh, what a wicked web we weave, when at first we practice to deceive…

a stitch in time saves 999

on a pale horse…

bearing a red hourglass


mirror mirror on the wall, dare i ask what is on The Other Side

the CODE requires(!) that when a MANAPEROBOHED punches you, hard. yougottamanup, The code (reefrD to azzs CODE ENFORCEMENT from here to Xfinity) requires that a competing CHIMPAPEORANGUTAN, 1UP

so i can get a kinetic readout on your Force Transmission, Acceleration/Mass and StructureBalance, and see if you Back Up Your Mouth

if you go alllll SPERGBRGLZ awwwtizTIK ahDHAHDHADDtard Biplooolar TwanzGendahTrendah on EMI then… ? spoo

you are a broken fractured EGGSHELL who needs a wambulance and a HUGBOX every, and I do mean EVERY FRAKING TIME you are called on your BULLSHITS…



he knew everything…

about.robots. ChemistryMath, RocketScience, RadioControl, MaterialScience, and(!) Electroniks/Kompressor (IGFarben/OTIS)Bayer/HalleBurton.DOWCHEMICAL)


how to program THEM in BASIC, or binary… the AC current/power CYLONEYE/kittkarr POWERBEAMFOCUS (AlfredMeszmer) flows from the PowerCoreGenerator, through the Fine Japanese Wiring, into an IntegratedCircuit, which is a series of switches, and Gates. At this point  a specific CMOS.BIOS (BIOS ((pronounced: BiOs? or BIOsss(?) inquiring DOODS need to debate datapoints 1,2,3 standarddeviations from the *NORM. just a little derail/distraction/debate/dissemble/red herring of the First Water 2 SideTrack from Getting Down To it and achieving Basic Consenus.

so…for His AUtobots and Decepticons to werk properly without being TwizzerkD

he lacked an understanding of how the PowerSupply, triggers the BIOS, to get COMMANDLine.Code such as(!) Boolean: 0 or 1

1+1=2 (RESULT true)

1+1=3 (conclusion: false)


1+1+1=3 (aLWAYS tRUE)

hE NEEDED Basic (Beginners Allpurpose Symbolic Instruction Code) and(!) Machine.Code (ChecksumBoolean 0,1) to program them correctly, the first tiME


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my mother has a PEDICAB!

my mother lined us all up, NAKED, facing open windows in the winter…

took two shots…



first shot scared us like Teal Dear, or Savage Rabbits in Submission

we three, look over our shoulders in startlement… “who just took pictures of our NAKED ASSES..?


another pedobearcabfile…

and… MUM has TWO IMAGES of ME and the twins retards, naked, in front of windows in the winter…with our bares bottoms facing her wratchsticks

she literally broke two wooden cooking spoons over my bum in one month, and laughed as the head of the wooden spoon went flying all over the dining room and kitchen, skittering across the linoleum…

thats what a Catholic Mum is like… fyi

a model citizen and a Wonder Mom of the Year

Total. Pervert.

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“Ultra Violent” Transgender Teen “Jane Doe” transferred to male facility after assaulting another female victim


Justice for Jane, everyone…

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Male activists at &quot;Justice For Jane&quot; rally (photo credit: WNPR) Male activists at “Justice For Jane” rally (photo credit: WNPR)

The transgender male Connecticut teen being called “Jane Doe” has been transferred to a juvenile male facility today after committing another assault on a teenage girl and a staffer on Saturday night in the all-female psychiatric facility where he had been housed.

Readers will recall that the young man, with a history of serial violence against women and girls, had been transferred in April from the custody of the Department of Children and Families to the Department of Corrections, and placed in a private cottage at an adult female prison facility because no juvenile female space was equipped to accommodate violent male offenders. Connecticut State Gender Identity laws prevented the male teen from being transferred to any one of the many appropriate juvenile units because the law makes a distinction between those male teens who may have special vulnerabilities…

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TRTV Real Talk: Special Guest Dirt


not like that… not like that…

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This won’t change your mind. But I can’t keep reading these sites and keep my mouth shut.


Canatalie Brennatrim! ouch! FCM- Female Constructed Male: fail trans is fail. next time, try ontology

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Submitted on 2014/05/28 at 2:57 am

Hi. I figured that you probably don’t read these, but as an philosophy major, I have to say that your analytic approach to everything isn’t working. You really ignore so much of the context. But that’s just my opinion as a Continental. Of course, no system is without its problems, and I can’t say that I know all of the ins and outs of gender theory and philosophy.

I’m a female that is currently considering an FtM transition (I might as well be a devil on this site), and it’s obvious to me that you have never had a real, positive experience with someone transgendered. Maybe you have, but you don’t care. I would assume the latter.

I guess I’m surprised at the adamantine nature of your arguments. Does a lot of this come from radical feminism, which is…

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TRTV Real Talk with Joel Nowak of REtransition.org


check this out: FTM (dirt)+(Cathy Brennan)+FAILURE=…what? GMO i want to be… a transwoman? huh? ok….so dirt/cathy transitions into Miriam Afloat, and Joel Nowak, and Joel Nowak is CathyBrennan/DirtfromDIRT, and then..? OMG time to DEtransition, by REtransitioning, zomg! GAK! GLOK! GRR! ZOMG! WTFBBQ! Im literaly, seeing Miriam Afloat (DirtCathy: DC) watching Cathy Brennan posing as a MtF transgendah.. pretending to detransiton from TWANZgendah back to..what? a guy…unless. omg! ITSZA girl…? huh? you should have seen this tweeeeeekerrr, this ADDERALLHED waking UP in the morning, (Undercover Punk), stumble around, glitch-out like a broken and spinning toy/top/dredell and smack in the Fridge and the CupBoards, smiling and eyes rolling like a broken THING. Have you ever considered going to bed without BOOZE and ADDERALL? you might be able to wake up gracefully, and walk to the kitchen and calmly open the fucking door to get catfood with some FUCKING DIGNITY, rather than HEDSLAM fridge door, hedSLAM! the back cupboards, like a TOTAL RETARD…


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Joel’s Blog: http://retransition.org/

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T-Mod Girls: Tweeners, Trenders and Fun with Censorship and Death Threats


dirt spotted at Kroger? omg Kathy Padilla Natalie Trimm Canatalie Brennatrimm

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Butch Pride blogger and spoken-word artist “Dirt” has been blogging for some time now about the teen/tweener transgender trend. Girls who believe that rejection of increasingly constrictive female norms means they “must be male”. They rightfully refuse to be “treated like girls” in all the ways gender is inflicted upon them. These girls don’t want to act out a “female” role in relationships with boys (understandably), but don’t want to be marginalized as the gender-non-conforming women that they are. Or they don’t want to be “othered” as lesbians because their only images of lesbians in mainstream media are presented as goony or the weird androids of male lesbo-porn. Femininity-rejecting females simply DO NOT EXIST in the media reflection that is so important to children and teens in western culture. These kids want to fit into social norms. Wear the right brands, get the right haircuts, look like the people in…

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Male To Eunuch, Asexuality and Gender Nullification


CB straight to Nova ProspeKt. Null-o Man

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Fast on the heels of the Trans community in the social political realm of surgical gender body modification is the MTE (Male To Eunuch) community.  Formerly isolated MTEs (non-transgender males who have their testicles removed electively), “Nullo” and “Smoothies” (non-trans males who have both testicles and penis removed for a smooth completely genital-less appearance*) have formed strong communities since the advent of the internet and are becoming increasingly activist in lobbying for medical/surgical services that are currently offered only to those males who have a conflicted  “internal gender identity”. MTE’s say the fact that they retain their male identity should not limit their access to the same medical and surgical services offered to transgender males with genital dysphoria.

Clip from “American Eunuch” a 2003 Sundance Film Festival documentary about MTEs. WARNING GRAPHIC

Nullos and MTE’s often seek castration and penectomy from surgeons in Thailand and India, and a few SRS…

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