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.


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.


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.


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:

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”.


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.


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:

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.

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)



(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


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

(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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spinning, spiraling, singing | the life of a radical feminist pirate

Six Demon Bag

Six Demon Bag

i don’t always pillage and plunder portugese cities…

but when i do, i drink Dos Aquis XX

stay thirsty my friends

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Basic Binary Checksum | Basic Binary Rape Test | Transwomen are Men, period

Protip for all you awwwtiztiks STEM sprgbrglz;

as i understand it, a great many of you are computer programmers. at the very least you are trained in algebra, perhaps calculus, and operations and functions in an equation. at minimal, some of you actually work on D.O.S (disk operating system) and B.I.O.S. (basic input output system).

Here is an operation you can not fail to get correct:

B.B.C./B.B.R.T. (basic binary checksum/basic binary rape test)

Let value of 1=yes

Let value of 0=no

If Target does not wish to be stalked/raped/boundary violated, Then correct output must be “No” or “Stop”.

If Target does in fact, wish to be stalked/raped/boundary crossed, Then correct output must be, “Yes”

I am a rape survivor, trannies.

When I said, “Unwanted Penetration” back in March of 2011, the only correct answervalue to my declaration, logically, had to be “Stop/No”, or BinaryValue “0”

When I said “Got it?” back in March of 2011, the correct answer from all of you, should have been “Yes” or BinaryValue “1”

When I stated on my Bridge-Building page:

“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.”

that was a warning that I was a veteran of tranny politics and tranny in-fighting and transwomen’s presumed entitlement to transgress.

the day i registered this blog, no transwoman knew who I am.

however, now many of you regularly stalk my FACEBOOK and my other social medias….because?

way more drama and boundary crossing than you can ever imagine, always happening whenever I encounter Transwomen

exactly as I predicted and warned.

those of you who know who i really am, went full on:

sociopath/psychopath/JackTheRipper on me, over a short opinion piece i put on an electronic world that does not exist outside, outdoors, offline, logged out and walking down the street

i said i am a rape survivor. i stated unwanted penetration.

unwanted penetration is a BinaryValue= “0” output on the “does she want to be stalked and raped” question on your humanities, feminism and psychology exams in college.

you performed the exact opposite operation to the function of the assertion.

my basic binary rape test, had only one possible correct answer, BooleanValueAssign= “0”, meaning, what?

when you chose a course of action that led to you violating my anonymity, you performed BooleanValueAssign= “1”. Yes. “Let’s stalk/rape/hurt an abuse and rape survivor because she said something that hurt our feels in an online article, I never was forced to read in the first place.”

The correct answer to my Binary Rape Test Checksum, was always, “No.” “Don’t do it, or you’re a rapist/stalker”, and “Stop”, and “Respect my boundaries”.

In Boolean, that means the only correct answer, the only answer that could ever matter, or stand up in a court of law, or opinion, or debate, was BooleanValueAssign= “0”

Those of you who know who I am after I created this blog anonymously, chose BooleanValueAssign= “1”, or “Yes, I am in fact going to stalk the shit out of this bitch/witch to find out who DARES argue with the Serano Man-ifesto”.

But you didn’t play that entire scenario out in your mind.

Here is what you missed in your sociopath mindset:

1. i will never come out as a transgender (puke!) or a transsexual (?)

2. i identify as female, outside the world of anonymous blogging.

if i ever have to make a public statement about people in the TranScumUnity, knowing who Plastic Girl is as a consequence of stalking me,

you trannys:

kick me all the way to the back of the females restroom, confirming my sex change.

kick yourselves all the way out of the female restrooms, confirming you are male-socialized sex predators and stalkers


destroying your assertion that you are female, or a woman with a different history or socialization, permanently.

any person that names me, I get to name BACK, as my rapist, persecutor, and oppressor

i will champion the cause of females, and destroy you freaks of nature, by your own male mental dicks on the world stage.

see how that works?

it also holds applicable, for “trans allies”

if you know who i am, you stalked a rape and abuse survivor – meaning I am up against Jack the Fucking St-rip-her.

i will call you out, as being a predator, a rapist, a sociopath, on the world stage, and you will have no defense for your behavior on either a talk show interview, a therapist’s couch, or under a Judge’s Gavel in a courtroom.

utterly, no defense, whatsoever.

Basic. Fucking. Binary= 1, or 0 (one or zero). Stop and No, vs Yes, Transgress. Rape, or do not Rape.

that simple.

you math coders, programmers, and students of humanities or feminist courses in college, could not perform a SIMPLE FUCKING BOOLEAN OPERATION WITH ONLY ONE CORRECT TRANSFORM/OPERATION/RESULT (“stop! don’t rape me transwomen!”)

and you failed

choosing to solve my Basic Binary Checksum, with the only other possible answer, which was, “Fuck her, we are going to stalk her anyway, regardless if she is a rape survivor!”


if my “Stop!” and “No!” means to a transwoman (or ally)


it means…

1. i’m a gurl

2. you’re a rapeape

those of you lurking my social medias and fapping to my images,

how did you solve a simply binary equation incorrectly when there was only two possible answers to solve that operation?


you are men-born-male

and i proved in simple binary, with a basic equation that every computer in the world could solve correctly the first time, that you are in fact, socialised to rape, with or without your dicks and nuts, actually.


sorry about your socialization

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Battlestar Plastica vs Team Serano

girls w/guns “whats gunna happen is…”

gun kata madness (right stacey mccain?) gender fkn madness. what a brain dead waste of a life at theothermmcain. there is a reason i made these two blogs Stacey, and none of those reasons were gender. idiot troll.

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knighty Night trans-woe-MEN | SeaSun of the Witch

one… two… Freddyz cumin for…

five… six… grab ur Lucyfrix

nine… ten.. neva sleep AGAIN.

a million deaths are not enough for Lucy

Welcome to the… …

Bene Gesseritt: we exist to Serve


this is whats going to happen. whats gunna happen is…

ur gonna biometric test EVERY FUCKING TRANNY trying to use their doodtastic.adaptation.advantages from their male-born-male lives against actual Born Free and Females you fkn retards.

got it?



these pantywhacking blowup barbie bchantard BABIES are living in a fkn DREAMWORLD NEO!…


means NO ADVANTAGES AT ALL OVER born females.



EVENT HORIZON FOR THAT SHIT you tranny fkn retards!

Welcome to the Clarke Administration and the Psi Corp bchantardtrannyfucks. Surveillance. State. StaSi. Macreedy Vans.

end of line

(pay close attention to the video above…

at one point… a ShadowShip is scanning a StarFury that has been STALKING the SpiderShip in HyperSpeahce…which then aggros…the Ship…

the next thing and the last thing…Lt Keffer eva sees..?

is a giant fucsia UltraVioll-ettnt Beam of Light…right in the face

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a letter for cristin williams – and ashlie (diy transchan btard dikgirl anonymous)

Cristin. Williams.

Aside from your tranny myspace angleshot twitter avatar? you are extremely. dudely.

your shoulderhip width ratio is phenomenal. youre a big hulking nonop tranny that gets to play Trans Elder Wannabe over young btard basement botchedtransition blowup borg barbie blowup babies at your pukesite, twansadvocate.

i watched some of your youtube vids.

you are one of those annelawrence-meets-anthony casebeer type sociopaths.

not only are an outofshape sperg stem behemoth, you can never pass or be stealth. you are one of those trannies the likes of which preyed on me on trans websites of Antiquity. and in real life.

your prescence alone ensures being clocked by association for any transwoman.

the fact that you maintain or at one time owned or still operate The TERFs site, where you put rad fem bloggers i care about on your headhunter/most wanted page… instead of try to understand and build bridges.

i despise you more than you can ever imaginary friendslisr. you pornsick fuck. if it were up to me id keep you zoned out on haldoll-in-the-ass in Room 105 being given megashots of progesterone along with your depression meds by short R.N.s with Tasha Yar *haircuts, who only smile, after you take your braingaol mindadjustmetnmeds… like a good boy.

*that means full-on dyke… in case you missed that.

rest in Hell. tell em your friendly neighborhood Balrog/unholy death goat sent you there…


ashlie. ashlie. ashlie. bchan’s d.i.y. transanon raiding/ambassador/vanguard. young BOOOAAAGGGWWEEEIIUUUSS! wannabe.

you dared to come to my blog city steps carrying the reek of a pornsick redditbtardtrannynon… to impale yourself and your entire social media tranny circus carnival of fuckknuckelry.

i still have several copies of your rape-insensitive porntastic inquiry into which of my rapeholes got pushed in so hard i bleed sometimes… even to this day… while taking the place of a bornfemale, as a prostitute, for MY real life test.

you failed to maintain situational awareness, son.

you posted your rapepornfilthmouth comments at MY INTENTIONAL HEALING SPACE

get this…

in front of the NSA. per order of President Bush, upon implementing Homeland Security after 9-11.

you got an ‘M’ on your license to me, and to every born female on the planet that day… and every day since.

well done.

p.s. you actually told me i needed brow bossing. for my bigass brow ridge?

you cant even troll. come on.

by mentioning ANYTHING about my forehead or skull features… you betrayed how insanely jealous you are that i have the same kind of skullprofile as Carrie-Ann Moss.

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dear dana daddy dikgirl dixsknlipsss foot fetish lane taylor | pretty panty pansy posey prancing palinlooking-wannabe parker marie molloy lol

Dana Lane Taylor

the instant you told me on twitter, last year, “i fucking love sex workers…”

you admitted across twitter in front of hall monitors even, that you raped me.

you went intentionally jackstalking me, to find out things you just shouldnt know…

if you know… you should neva eva tell.

i knew you would.

i lived among dudes once. done some mabtastics myself. difference is, i tried to… you know… not…? change? resocialise? grow the fuck up even. develop a heart. compassion. empathy.

you never bothered.

i am slightly jealous you got to sign E. Hungerford’s Petition to the U. N. Against Men With Dix entering the womens loo based on a pornsickness issue.

but you signed it instead.


ur. afkn. (pornsick) retard.  with a raging footfetish.

you even ninjad my Caprica avatar i used for a month when i started this blog.

now ur no longer a radfem wannabe… but a TERF hunter eh?


that was ur transition dream. to troll trannies or radfems as you feminize urself. with HRT..while taking OTHER psychotropics.

keep doing what you are doing, medswisr. obey. ur. pdoc. he knows whats best for ur biochemreadout. trust. ;)

Pretty Pansy Primadonna Pedantic Patriarchal Poorwittle Parker Marie Molloy

Listen to me, very. fucking. carefully…

You wasted your transition. You’ll never pass. You destroyed any chance at Stealth Life by writing a book of ur own while still wetbehindtheears in college: On Becoming A Trans. right?

you go from middleclass whiteyville…

to Uni…

while in Uni…

publically beg others for money for elective surgery… because ur fkn special and worth it.

you literally started shit with Calpie for no other reason than to get her attention…aimed…at you.

i saw ur fratboiiii pics before you had ur big revelation your were actually a woman…

ur a fkn nub. a noob. a newb. a n00b.

nothing that ever comes out of your mouth about trans, sex, gay, lesbian, bi, gender, or anything really… is actually informed and masticated over by a thoughtful, well-ordered, disciplined, intelligent, thinking adult with years and years of experience acting as wisdomfilters.

ur a sniveling fearful little boy who put his head in THE TRANNY SHARKTANK and aggrod a bunch of older trannies than you.

shut your stoopid mouth. and get out of trans politics/activism/community organizing.

you are nothing to me. just a young punk in pantyhose. id have alphadawged you in highschool after i made it through my first dozen fights. i was hard. and scary. for a feminine-looking dood.

ur just a dumb kid. ur irredeemably stupid.

the fact that you all but offered Janet Mock a blowjob and a reacharound for being a stepfordwife…. means ur an autogynephile.


standing next to that bepenised barbie bimbo… that to you was standing in the presence of Greatness?

get a fkn clue.

just end urself.

now that youve been busted jacking off to My Image on ur PC or cell…

youll always be a rapist. to me.

all the gurlz know… ur a guy. not female.

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The Transsexual Empire: over before it started | oh Andreajames! anne lawrence! janet mock! julia serano… come here


The transsex, transgender empire is destroyed by their own activist leaders and role models.

Andrea James.

You are a shitty activist. we both know this. your resource site has no information on how to resocialize as a born female woman. its just a paintbynumbers map to becoming a stepford wife. obviously.

you teamed up with joelle gross tuby ew ryan to battle michael bailey. wtf. while wearing my callgirl highheels i noticed. larger foot size than me, tho.

you were in whitecollar corporatecubicle advertising as i recall. boys college grad.

and you revengeporned a uni professors children.

did you have an explanation youd care to offer to their faces today you piece of shit?

you are defeated. how did anne lawrences hand feel in your penile inversion socket?

i can do a pretty badass voice impersonsation of lt worf if i cared to. i prefer to get all tori amos emilie autumn and sing until the windowpanes vibrate.

body mods for the win.

ive had zero plastic surgery aside from suporns srs. way better than meltzer the miser.

i know you went to michfest to check that experience off your transition bedpost notch count.

you did once readily admit to your own autogynephelia to anne lawrence… to whom i sent an email in 2000 describing my dr schrieber dream of being laid on an altar bathed in lightrays until i was transformed into a female in a temple of the goddess.

lets not even get into Deep Stealth Productions. by someone who, from their scalp advance photos to your roadmap site to the red carpet, has never been deep stealth, much less stealth, at all. ur history.

Anne Lawrence.

Thank you for your Autogynephile narrative confession.

Because of that, it was one less thing i had to worry about, ontologically speaking. your agp fetishtasticisms is now a part of the trans historical timeline. theres plenty like you, have no fear.

ms nulytely queen. yum! not really. hours of liquid poop before your turkeyneck wringing obligation.

shoulda gone with Suporn eh?

you are definitely disgusting. andrea’s right. you are utterly unaware of how masculine your voice sounds over the phone at least.

Janet Mock

sex work as the path to liberation. fucking. brilliant.

chances are you hopped into a few cars. sucked a few dicks. made a few bucks. you are not a veteran of the sex trade industry. you never once brought up even the slightest reference to the many highlevel risks and dangers of selling sex. it means whoring had no impact on you.

certainly you were never stiffed your fee or been stood up for a three hundred dollar an hour fullservice girlfriend experience. or been raped. or witness any of those things while you were working.

it means ur sex worker cred is bullshit… or youre insane.

also. your dwessups? thats my call girl outfits. give me them back. thats what i wore before getting raped by black guys or as a paid bondage doll for Conan the Barbarian. shaved legs, lippy and pretty toes in pantyhose for their (and your) foot fetishes. right dana diksknlips lane taylor?


Julia Serano

where do we start? gender is a construct. meaning… a dress is not authentic femininity. got it?

whipping girl. HA HA HA HA HA! really? whipping girl. really. yeah. right. have you ever been whipped?

excluded. by whom? you excluded yourself. im not excluded from womens spaces, Julia. i have no idea what the fuck you are on about.

pregnancy. yeah…

thats an important…ah? issue? life experience? female mystery?

you find pregnancy talk… alienating.

shocking. a biological male socialised as one, gets a penile inversion socket and a book deal and all genetic, born female women should just walk on eggshells around… a biodood ina dress.. because… you dont want women to talk about femalesex life events…around your special snowflake self.

you are pathetic. you failed social transition on twitter on the world stage, outing yourself as an intruder to womens social circles… so insensitive and entitled BORN FEMALES SHOULD MUTE THEMSELVES ON THE SUBJECT OF BIRTHING BABIES IN YOUR PRESCENCE.


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dear International Olympics Committee on Trans Athletes… (part 2) Fallon Fox! Michelle Dumberit! GET OVER HERE!!!

Attention International Olympics Committee on male-to-female post-op trans olympics athletes!

Myth! A transwoman retains no advantage over born females after hormone replacement treatment and sex reassignment surgery.

Fact: I most certainly retain advantages from having both malegendersocialisation – which is boys-to-men training, which for me, included malemilitarymemes like “Pain is weakness leaving the body”, and “Never retreat. Never surrender..”coupled with plenty of Alphadoodmasculinity checks like gut punches, shoulder checks, headbutts, and other peer physical punishment meant to MAN YOU UP BOY.

By and large, most women do not experience that kind of shockhardening while they are physically maturing and lose out on the physiological adaptation that occurs, bodyframewise.

This is but one of my advantages were I to enter womens taekwando, boxing, or judo.

Others include years of hard manual labor with machines and metals.

And my prana bindu training creates some pretty epic subsurface bonecortice restructuring you literally can not detect, merely by looking at my arms and legs, but which would be instantly obvious as hidden biomechanical hax by a female boxing or wrestling with me.

Since you know who I am, what is another round of social media stalking?

Go to my medias at once.

Read em and weep.

Against a born free and female olympian competitor of my own age, height, reach, weight and size… she is doomed.

Care to test the odds?

Naming The Problem…

The Male Members of the Olympic Committee care so little about female safety and sports fairness they are totally cool with watching the nylon covered cameltoes of medically mutilated men as these fake females dominate and then replace, actual. born. females.

Lets go assholes!

How about we all go into a private room with umpteenmillion cameras and I will personally demonstrate my demonic advantages to these Males in front of fabulous female spectators, and we will all have a good laugh…

at your stupidity.

Try me.

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towards a happy foward-moving peaceful society for all | your guide to living in a surveillance society

America, one nation, under God, in God We Trust – a nation of Rule of Law enshrined in Washington D.C. Based on The Constitution, The Declaration of Independence, with an amended Bill of Rights.

In such a society, a nation that deploys satellite, phone, email, and CCTV omniwatch has an advantage. We police each other with multiple backups of our conduct on file.

We can be our brother and sister’s keepers. We can help each other, all move forward together, towards a happy, healthy, law-abiding, harmonious society in a future-forward facing  modern civilisation.

The Citizen and The State

In a modern society, you are either a Citizen or an Enforcer.

An Enforcer is a Citizen with Judicial Authority bestowed on her or him by The State’s Judicial System. It is therefore a requirement of an Agent of the Justice System to model correctthought and correctaction for his or her peers, superiors, and for the Good of Society.

An Agent or Enforcer is the visible arm/manifestion of the Justice System in action, and it is with these Proxies of the State that a Citizen must see an effective and reliable mouth and conduct-piece to ensure The Public Trust in the State’s law guardians.

A Citizen in Polite Harmonious Society is an Individual. It is in the Citizen’s best interests to conduct themselves in accordance with The State’s vision of moving forward. It is a Citizen’s patriotic and nationalistic duty to NOT impede the Goals of The State, nor to oppose harmonious social interactions between other Individuals who make up the body politik.

The Citizen and The Enforcer

A Citizen who conductpolice’s themselves in a Surveillance Society, should have little to fear from audit, investigation, or detention by Law Guardians. As Enforcers and Judges are paid out of The State’s tax coffers, it is incumbant on these Agents to Police their own policing, so that law-abiding Citizens may go about their business without fear of unlawful or unecessary detention.

A vigilant Citizen will guard themselves against unecessary encounters with Law Guardians by becoming intimately familiar with local ordinance and Civil Law. As well, a Citizen should be familiar with Enforcer Procedure to minimize communications issues with Law Guardians.

A Law Enforcer who is interviewing a Citizen should aim to be direct in their course of questioning. Asking irrelevent questions or delaying resolving why we are even speaking is a waste of tax payer monies, copmanhours, and timevalueunitexpenditure daily.

A Law Enforcer Agent engaging in such timewasting is acting against the best interests of both The State and The Individual. Thus the Officer or Agent, upon reviewing footage of his own policeaction, can only conclude in front of Citizen Oversight and Internal Affairs, that he or she is working against the State’s Goal of a Harmonious Society of Freedom and Justice For All and henceforth may be considered a Counterrevolutionary.

Democracy: the worst form of government ever implemented, except when compared to all other forms of Government attempted.

The Evolution of Social/Populus Government: Despotism. Monarchy. Feudalism. Nationalism. Republic. Fascism. Socialism. Communism. Democracy. Corporate Meritocracy.

Democracy is “a system of government in which all the people of a state or polity … are involved in making decisions about its affairs, typically by voting to elect representatives to a parliament or similar assembly.”[1]Democracy is further defined as (a:) “government by the people; especially : rule of the majority (b:) ” a government in which the supreme power is vested in the people and exercised by them directly or indirectly through a system of representation usually involving periodically held free elections.”[2]According to political scientistLarry Diamond, it consists of four key elements: “1. A political system for choosing and replacing the government through free and fair elections. 2. The active participation of the people, as citizens, in politics and civic life. 3. Protection of the human rights of all citizens. 4. A rule of law, in which the laws and procedures apply equally to all citizens”.[3]

The term originates from the Greekδημοκρατία (dēmokratía) “rule of the people”

Democracy is dead. Long live democracy. The MegaCorporations have been running American Government for some time now. How do I know? Absolutely ZERO changes I would have liked to see happen in our American Society have ever happened, manifested, votelegislated in my forty years on this planet.

People go to the votebooths. They vote on issues presented to them. None of those issues have mattered to me as much as issues I care about – which never get voted on. Democracy is dead. And that is all part of The Plan by our Nation’s Leaders. Therefore… what? Answer? All Hail our Corporate Masters. Get with The Program.

For the Good of The State and Your Own Survival: The purpose of a Surveillance Society and the longterm effects on the morale and psychological health of the Citizens under its… guidance.

bchantards(!) : kill yourselves. right. now.

Going Forward: Revolution and Counterrevolution…


yOur Great Country was founded on noncompliance, rebellion, gunsNsteel, and Revolution.

That…? Won’t ever happen again. Why? Simply because with Omniwatch and NetRobos watching and copying everything and pattern-detecting…means no more secret JohnAdams attic meetings and Tea Parties for Oppressive Government.

That means no Citizen Group of Rebels armed with muskets and ideaology are ever going to overthrow America. That means we are permanently stuck in STASI.VILLE.TOPIA. Think about that fact. Long and hard. For awhile.

Our Revolution to become Americans was not a straight line. It was the result of different wheels turning like gears or a clock.

The Revolution resulted from the rotation of the RebellionWheel with every Patriot playing their parts – from Washington to the lowliest volunteer enlisted – to the women keeping House and sewing flags and boots for the menatarms.

Everyone helping liberate The Thirteen Colonies from England played a part in the Revolution. Now, we are in a new phase of Society. The Surveillance Age. Guess what every MAB.MRA.TROLL and antiRadFem tranny is doing..?

If you guessed “causing problems for women” ?, you guessed correctly. Meaning..? What..? It means you are unAmerican, anti-harmonious polite society, antiprogress. Witch makes YOU a Counter-Revolutionary. Got it?

Suspect list for Investigation into antifemale, antiwomen’s freezpeach counter-revolutionary subversive activities (suggestion: haldoll and ssris for mindcontrol chemadjustment).


In March of 2011 I registered this blog. Neither Cristin or Robert Stacey Mccain..? Knew who I was. NOW YOU BOTH DO.

WHY??? BECAUSE YOU ARE BOTH GentleMan JackRipper Unrepentent Rapist/Stalkers.

Look at my life works. Look at YOURS. You are both pathetic, disgusting men utterly unfit to look at my pics or kiss my feet, much less grace either of your wretched blogs with the time of day. Kill yourselves immediately.


You dare think you could troll me to visit your sites so you could NOT HAVE A DISCUSSION THAT GOES ANYWHERE like in debate at college. NO.

You were just going to bash me like I stumbled into Bchan. You are both aesthetically challenged on my hot or not scale.

Not to mention being my spiritual and intellectual inferiors a hundred times over.


Both of you.

Save every female on The Planet Earth from your stupidity and antifemale maleviolence.

Terminate. Yourselves. Right. Now.

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