Lisa Ugray

queernotconfused:

Go out and buy The Butterfly and the Flame by Dana de Young. It is the story of a young girl who has been betrothed to a man she hates and bears a horrible secret, she was born a boy. Set in 2404, America has seen a religious revolution that created a land of farmers and rich overlords. As Emily’s wedding date moves closer her family must decide how to save her from certain death at the hand of the church.

A finalist for a Lambda Literary award, The Butterfly and the Flame is without a doubt one of the best books I have read in years. The characters are beautifully shaped and hugely complex. I would recommend it to anyone who enjoys queer literature, or even someone who just loves to read!

That is not a horrible secret. Fuck. No thanks, I don’t need a book that tells me how horrible my life is.

mmmajestic:

Gender Neutral Bathroom Challenge

The challenge: Don’t use any gendered bathrooms or change rooms for the month of April. (click on the link to read more/join the event!) 

What are “gendered bathrooms”? Gendered bathrooms are designated for “men” or “women” by a sign. This challenge includes ALL multi-stall and single-stall washrooms, and the bathrooms at work, schools, libraries, bars/restaurants, and everywhere, really.

There are multiple purposes for this challenge:
1) To give people who don’t find going to gendered bathrooms a difficult/unsafe experience a small idea of what it is like for trans and gender variant people to navigate this world. Hopefully, with some real life experience, you will have a broader understanding of how gendered this world really is. But,

DOING THIS DOES NOT GIVE YOU AUTHORITY TO SAY WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE TRANS OR GENDER VARIANT.

2) To inspire people to fight for more gender neutral bathrooms.

Tips:
- Don’t drink a lot of liquid if you are leaving the house for long periods of time
- Try to figure out where some gender neutral bathrooms are in your town/city, and plan your day around using a gender neutral bathroom.
- Remember, you can use gendered bathrooms again in May. Some people can’t.

And, even if you really have to go to the bathroom, try to not see gendered bathrooms as a possible place to go.

If you are interested, feel free to write your experiences down and send them to gnbchallenge (at) gmail (.com). With your permission, they will be included in a zine on the topic of gendered bathrooms.
We also recommend fighting for gender neutral bathrooms in one (or more) public space(s). Often the fight for this aspect of bathroom accessibility is only fought for by trans and gender variant people; It would be nice if other people fought for it too.

SIGNAL BOOSTIN!

Spread the word yall + participate. I pretty much only use gender neutral washrooms now, and it’s really shitty sometimes since they can be hard to find. I would love more solidarity on this issue and understanding and support when I feel scared or need a buddy when using gendered washrooms. 

sickelgaita:

southcarolinaboy:

kiriamaya:

A cisgender individual who identifies as male is acting chief justice of the Indiana Supreme Court.

Brent E. Dickson was appointed to the Indiana Supreme Court in January, 1986, by his cisgender cohort Gov. Robert D. Orr, making him the most senior justice on the five-member court.

That seniority automatically elevated him to acting chief justice when former Chief Justice Randall T. Shepard retired on Friday, according to Kathryn Dolan, the court’s public information officer, who also has ties to the cisgender community.

Dickson served 17 years as a general practice lawyer in Lafayette. During that time, he lived as a man and asked those who knew him to address him using male pronouns.

Born with a penis in Gary in 1941, he was educated at public schools in Hobart and graduated from Purdue University with a bachelor of science degree in 1964, his diploma bearing a male name.

He’s a 1968 graduate of the Indiana University School of Law at Indianapolis, where he was known to wear men’s business attire and speak with a masculine-sounding inflection.

As acting chief justice, Dickson chairs the judicial nominating commission and the judicial qualifications commission. The former is charged with selecting the court’s next chief justice. The latter hears allegations of wrongdoing involving Indiana judges and attorneys, Dolan said. Both declined to comment on Dickson’s decision not to undergo sex reassignment surgery.

(the actual article)

These cisgender people are taking over, and before you know it, they will be forcing EVERYONE to not transition, just like them.

y’all it’s already begun though

it’s already begun

Yes. Just yes. This. All the love.<3

Forget the images you’ve learned to attach
To words like cock and clit,
Chest and breasts.
Break those words open
Like a paramedic cracking ribs
To pump blood through a failing heart.
Push your hands inside.
Get them messy.
Scratch new definitions on the bones.

Get rid of the old words altogether.
Make up new words.
Call it a click or a ditto.
Call it the sound he makes
When you brush your hand against it through his jeans,
When you can hear his heart knocking on the back of his teeth
And every cell in his body is breathing.
Make the arch of her back a language
Name the hollows of each of her vertebrae
When they catch pools of sweat
Like rainwater in a row of paper cups
Align your teeth with this alphabet of her spine
So every word is weighted with the salt of her.

When you peel layers of clothing from his skin
Do not act as though you are changing dressings on a trauma patient
Even though it’s highly likely that you are.
Do not ask if she’s “had the surgery.”
Do not tell him that the needlepoint bruises on his thighs look like they hurt
If you are being offered a body
That has already been laid upon an altar of surgical steel
A sacrifice to whatever gods govern bodies
That come with some assembly required
Whatever you do,
Do not say that the carefully sculpted landscape
Bordered by rocky ridges of scar tissue
Looks almost natural.

If she offers you breastbone
Aching to carve soft fruit from its branches
Though there may be more tissue in the lining of her bra
Than the flesh that rises to meet itLet her ripen in your hands.
Imagine if she’d lost those swells to cancer,
Diabetes,
A car accident instead of an accident of genetics
Would you think of her as less a woman then?
Then think of her as no less one now.

If he offers you a thumb-sized sprout of muscle
Reaching toward you when you kiss him
Like it wants to go deep enough inside you
To scratch his name on the bottom of your heart
Hold it as if it can-
In your hand, in your mouth
Inside the nest of your pelvic bones.
Though his skin may hardly do more than brush yours,
You will feel him deeper than you think.

Realize that bodies are only a fraction of who we are
They’re just oddly-shaped vessels for hearts
And honestly, they can barely contain us
We strain at their seams with every breath we take
We are all pulse and sweat,
Tissue and nerve ending
We are programmed to grope and fumble until we get it right.
Bodies have been learning each other forever.
It’s what bodies do.
They are grab bags of parts
And half the fun is figuring out
All the different ways we can fit them together;
All the different uses for hipbones and hands,
Tongues and teeth;
All the ways to car-crash our bodies beautiful.
But we could never forget how to use our hearts
Even if we tried.
That’s the important part.
Don’t worry about the bodies.
They’ve got this.

—

by Gabe Moses at Genderqueer Chicago

odofemi:

tobitastic:

When women complain about the glass ceiling, it isn’t so we can guilt or shame our bosses into a promotion.  Nor is it a statement that my company (or my boss) must be sexist because I didn’t get that last promotion.  Many women who complain about the glass ceiling don’t want to be a CEO - or perhaps already are one.  Rather than being interested in personal gain the main goal is to see an end to the old boys club in corporate boardrooms.

Discussing the glass ceiling is about identifying the systemic problems leading to the lack of women in workplace leadership despite being present in lower positions.  It’s about an education system that doesn’t give girls the same support as boys.  It’s about double standards in the workplace.  It’s about internalized societal messages that women can’t succeed in science or business and shouldn’t try.  It’s about customers and clients that don’t respect women in positions of authority.  It’s about workplace harassment that makes many women decide it’s not worth it.  It’s about how the companies that do promote women to positions of leadership risk having their stock prices go down or otherwise being seen as less than other companies.  

All of these issues have parallels with the cotton ceiling.  Discussing the cotton ceiling is about identifying the systemic problems leading to the lack of trans women in queer women’s sexual spaces and relationship networks, despite being present in non-romantic/sexual queer women’s spaces.  It’s about feminist community and training that doesn’t give trans women the same support as cis women.  It’s about double standards that celebrate sexually empowered behavior in cis women yet call that same behavior “male privilege” or “rape-y” when trans women do it.  It’s about internalized messages that no one will ever love a freak like you so you shouldn’t even try.  It’s about trans women in queer women sexual spaces who are treated disrespectfully and told we’re disgusting. It’s about harassment campaigns against trans women speaking out on this topic (including publishing work and personal email and phone contact).  It’s about being hit on by someone who’s really really into you but turns cold when you disclose trans status.  It’s about how cis women who are involved with trans women are told they aren’t real lesbians.

The call to discuss the cotton ceiling is a plea for an end to the shame and coercion trans women - and our cis partners - face.  The anti-trans feminist activists who frame the cotton ceiling as a shaming tactic to coerce cis women to have sex with trans women are purposefully misinterpreting the metaphor it is based on.  They frequently accuse trans women and trans-supportive cis women of not having an awareness or understanding of feminism from the 70s and 80s, however, when they dismiss the ceiling metaphor as coercion and shaming or as insincere attempts at personal gain, they clearly are the ones who lack understanding of second wave feminism - or are choosing to ignore it.

Tobi is amazing.

transactivisty:

It’s really easy for a cis person to walk in and tell trans* people how to do our activism. It’s much harder to actually join in the fight.

I hear cis people tell trans* people “X isn’t constructive” or “X will alienate people” or “you shouldn’t do X because of X.” Or they’ll say that we’ll catch more flies with honey, or “advise” us to be more diplomatic if we want more allies.

I’ve got news for you, the goal isn’t to get more allies, if it only means that those allies come at a cost of conforming to cisnormative dialogues, narratives, and standards. You know, we tried that for the better part of the last 50 years, and the only things that have done anything worth a damn are the times when we said “nope.”

And in all honesty, the fact that you think we’re just haphazardly waltzing through this, without actually having given it any thought? The fact that you think with 20 minutes of reading a transfeminist blog you’ve solved everything for us? You might want to check, because I think your privilege is showing. Your privilege is showing when you assume people will listen to trans people, and trans women specifically, in the same way they listen to you.  Your privilege is showing when you assume we haven’t tried your “advice” before. And your privilege is showing when you assume we haven’t thought any of this out.

It’s really easy to tell trans* people how to do our activism, but it’s much harder to do the work with us.

Listen more, talk less.

emmettforever:

There’s a helpful video on Ciscentrismsucks.tumblr.com on how to change your pronouns for anybody who’s lookin’ to. (http://ciscentrismsucks.tumblr.com/post/6065334634/if-anyone-is-looking-for-how-to-change-your-pronouns-to)

If you can’t read or see what the person is editing, here’s the written version:

1. Go to the ‘Basic Info’ section of your ‘About You’ page.

2. Right-click on the box that offers the “female” or “male” option of your sex, and click the option to “Inspect Element.”

3. Scroll to where the code deals with sex. There’s a formula saying “‘1’: female and ‘2’: male”. What you’ll want to do is right-click that whole line and opt to “Edit as HTML.”

4. When you get to that step, change the value of male to “0”, and change the word ‘male’ to whatever you want. (I did a smiley face).

4. You can close out of the code now. So, back in your ‘about you’ section, click on the option-box for female/male, and opt for whichever word you put inside your other option. 

5. Make sure you save! Good luck, and happy genderfucking.

Signal Boost

We met a couple of weeks ago.  I had come into town for a workshop for queer women in which we talked about the “cotton ceiling” that we face as trans women in queer women’s spaces.  We’ve largely gotten past the second wave, and we’re accepted and welcomed into women’s spaces, but for a lot of cis queer women, we’re just not fuckable.  A cotton ceiling.

I didn’t have any friends in town, so as the conference was ending I started asking around, looking for people who wanted to head out for dinner before coming back for the after party.  A lot of people already had other plans or were local and heading home for dinner.  And as I was starting to think that I might be eating alone, “Are you going out for dinner?” she asked.  I’d have been happy to go for dinner with anyone from the conference, but I certainly wasn’t sorry that she was the one who was asking me.  She seemed, like me, a little bit awkward, on top of which she was way more cute than she realised.

“Yeah, I’m looking for people to eat with before coming back for the after party.”  And so Jenna invited me to join her with her friend Enid for dinner.  Jenna and I waffled on where to eat, and were content to allow Enid to take charge and take us somewhere good.  Conversation flowed fairly easily among the three of us, with conversation initially focusing on the safe topic of the conference we had all just attended, but beginning to stray off into other subjects.

Jenna, it seemed, was quite closeted.  She was just starting to identify as bi, and was out only to Enid, in her group of friends.  Seemingly at odds, though, with her recent and very limited coming out, she did seem quite queer - an absolute must for me.

Soon the meal was done and we were heading back to the same venue we’d been in earlier, but which had been transformed in our absence to a space suitable for a queer dance party.

We sat and talked for a bit, having arrived unfashionably early, until soon Enid was off to the dance floor with some other girl, leaving Jenna and I with a few other early arrivals at the table.  Without Enid’s direction there, Jenna and I found ourselves a bit more awkward, unsure what to say, where to take the conversation.  As more people started to arrive, someone at the table commented, “There sure are a lot of hot people here, eh?”

Jenna laughed nervously, blushing slightly, and looking straight into my eyes: “Yes.”

Well, that was settled then.  I was excited and nervous, but when someone alone at another table asked to join our tables, being in the seat between the tables gave me a chance to swing my chair around next to Jenna’s.  We talked awkwardly for a while until I asked her if she’d like to dance.

“I can’t really dance,” she said, but with no tones of finality that suggested it was out of the question.

“Do you want to get up, go over to the dance floor, and move our bodies around and pretend?”

As we made our way over, I kept checking to see that she was still with me.  It felt surreal.  This wasn’t me!  I didn’t pick up women at dance parties!  But there she was, walking with me onto the dance floor.

We moved in time to the music, both of us out of our element, not sure if we were doing it right, but starting to have a good time.  The loud music gave us a good excuse to pull each other in close temporarily, to be heard, and we both seemed to be enjoying ourselves, but it still made my stomach turn to finally, awkwardly, ask “So, do you want to dance a bit closer?”

She did, and we did, with a little fumbling over which of whose arms should go over where and under here.  Feeling her hands on my side and shoulder set my skin tingling.  Slowly - it takes a long time for two awkward people - we got closer and closer until our bodies were touching.  The slowness took nothing away, instead giving me the chance to savour every moment of what was going on.

With another flip of my stomach, I allowed my lips to graze her neck as we danced, and felt a thrill as her lips answered mine on my own neck.  Playing the same slow step by step game, our grazes became kisses, moved up the neck and across to the cheek, pausing deliciously at the very corner of the mouth until finally her mouth was on mine.

More confident now, our tongues were quicker to come out and play, and we continued to move to the music, arms and hands pressing our bodies together as they massaged backs, arms, and butts.  Our mouths playing across each other, hers found my earlobe (oh yes!), biting gently.  I moved to do the same for her, biting her earlobe and at the same time opening my mouth wide to slowly blow warm moist air over her neck and ear, and delighted in the sound she made, almost a small laugh, and the shiver that went through her body.

“You’re really good at that,” Jenna told me.

I was getting wet, and hard too. I could feel my strapless fighting against its tuck, and pushing down on the bottom of my underwear.  We moved off the dance floor and found some chairs at a deserted table and sat down with chairs facing each other and beside each other, and picked up where we left off.  As my mouth played with her collar bone, she whispered, only half to me, “I don’t know how I could ever have thought I was straight.”  The comment thrilled me, telling me in a way more true than telling me directly that she truly sees me as the woman I am, and that she’s was enjoying what we were doing too.

Her hands on my boobs, especially tender at the moment from a recent increase in my hormone dose, felt so good, I wanted to take my bra off and feel her hands right on my skin.  But I was already thunderstruck by how far out of my comfort zone I’d strayed without feeling at all uncomfortable, and I was pretty confident that comfort wouldn’t last through taking my bra off in public on top of it all.

A little later we came up for air, and decided that it would be a good idea to exchange contact information, and with our wits newly about us once more, in the break in which emails and phone numbers were exchanged, we realised that we had very little time remaining before I would have to leave to catch my bus home.

We made the best of our remaining time, and then we kissed goodnight.  I found Enid and said goodbye to her too, and then caught the subway to the bus terminal.

That was a couple of weeks ago, now.  I can’t wait to see Jenna again tonight.  And this time, my return ticket isn’t good until tomorrow.  Late.  Fuck the cotton ceiling.

jadepichette:

I am not a man.

I am a woman and your essentialism oppresses women.

My male-priviledge is not showing. Why?

Because I don’t fucking experience any. Your cis-privilege however is showing.

My women partners aren’t straight for being with me.

Don’t fucking erase their identities either.

You don’t know what’s between my legs.

Don’t fucking make assumptions that you do, and about what that says about my identity.

Consensually having sex with me doesn’t equal sexual assault.

And despite what you think discussions of Consent ARE important, coming from a survivor.

You make the false assumption that I would even want to fuck you.

Sorry being a giant fucking hateful bigot turns me off, and frankly I’m way too fucking hot for you.

I’m not a lesbo-phobe, I AM A FUCKING DYKE! Whether you like it or not.

I do more in a fucking week for the rights and safety of queer women then you do in a year. You give dyke a bad name.

You don’t know me, my experience or how much fucking sexier I am then any of you.

But, I know you, you’re a sad pathetic cis scum bigot who will never have a name for yourself or be remembered. Fuck off and crawl back to the gutter you came out of scum.

[In response to being trolled by transmisogynistic cis scum lesbians for the organizing of No More Apologies Ottawa/ Pas Plus d’Excuses Ottawa. Also thank you to all the allies, in particular queer cis women who have stood up to support against these attacks.]

lipstick-feminists:

gigglesanddreams submitted:

(This is a poem I wrote to my girlfriend. I’ve seen some transmisogyny around lately, even in feminist circles, and feel it needs to be addressed)

I just thought you should know you’re beautiful.
From the hairstyle you worked so hard on
To the bottom of the combat boots you wore
Because fuck it you’re a dyke and you’ve got your game on.

I just thought you should know you’re worth it.
Even though your new world is lacking in compassion
I love being the one that you call.
It’s worth it to hear your voice full of passion.

I just thought you should know your dick doesn’t make you any less of a woman.
You’ll always be better at mascara than me.
And you’ll always have the hotter dress.
And to my heart, you’ll always have the key.

I just thought you should know I’d trade lady parts with you if I could.
I’ll take yours for a day and you can have mine.
I’ll pee standing up and make love to you like you’ve always dreamed.
You wear that mini skirt I know you’ve been saving all this time.

I just thought you should know that I admire you.
I barely had the balls to come out at all
And you come out twice to every one you know.
That takes strength that can never fall.

I just thought you should know that I love you
For all the hardship you put yourself through
I don’t envy it for you but I sure as hell support you however I can.
Be it a listening ear or a helping hand.

I just thought you should know I’ll stand up for you
Whenever someone leaves the T off LGB,
I’ll persistently interject on your behalf.
We’ll stand together so they can see.

I just thought you should know that you deserve a day off
From trying to prove just how much of a woman you are.
You deserve a day that doesn’t revolve around gender presentation.
You deserve to just be who you are.

a-bayani:

So much love for this response.

world-of-whit:

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/932389/Trans/Stepping%20Forward%20-%20Informed%20Consent%20Clinics.pdf

Help out! If you had a doctor who practiced informed consent, please email the creator of this document with their information so you can help out others in your area! 

radtransfem:

After seeing bidyke’s remix of sanctimonioussilentagony’s list, I thought I’d sketch out the beginnings of one for transsexual folk. Improvements welcome:

• Answer any and all questions about my body and my medical treatment no matter how invasive
• Answer questions about my partner’s sexuality
• Listen to their stories about other trans* people they know
• Listen to them talk and give them my opinions on trans* celebrities
• Celebrate with them all fictional depictions of trans* folk, no matter how misrepresentative or outright [cissupremacist]
• Congratulate them on their correct use of names and pronouns
• Obey when they refer to me incorrectly and tell me that I “must forgive them”
• Smile sadly and thank them when they tell me how brave or strong I am
• Stay silent if they misidentify me as gay and cis
• Sympathise with their excuses for their and others’ cissexism
• Approve their use of the word ‘tranny’
• Act ‘gendered’ enough but not too ‘gendered’
  • note: these prohibitions overlap with no middle ground
• Never, ever, express or articulate any kind of sexuality
  • this one may be trans*-woman-specific?
  • actually, I guess not
• Stay quiet when cis-specific issues are being discussed
• Never raise trans*-specific issues
• Never get angry or upset about cissexism
• Never call out cis people on cissexism
• Not mention specific legal protections for transsexual people to my employers
• Only be transsexual without having any other identities
• Silently excuse myself from activities and events which structurally exclude me
• Do so without raising any attention or being noticed by anybody
• Not hang out with too many other trans* people or seek trans*-only space
• Never repost Asher’s “Die Cis Scum”
• If I die, die quietly, and never blame them.

odofemi:

blackenedbutterfly:

amydentata:

cis logic

That was my week, basically.

genderbitch:

All of you do it.

Not one of you, even the people I am following (minus the trans folk, obviously) have avoided messing up on this. It is subtle, it is small and every time you do it you hammer the nails into our feet a little deeper.

Every time you equate penis with sexism, erasing those women and nonbinaries with penises.

Every time you equate childbirth with motherhood and women, erasing those men and nonbinaries who give birth

Every time you evoke vaginal wording to describe sisterhood or womanhood, whether it’s “cunt power”, “sisterhood of the clit” whatever, you stab every woman who has no vagina, no cunt, no clit, no vulva, no uterus, no nothing of that sort in the back and toss us out of the sisterhood that we have as much right to as you.

Every time you wonder if society got rid of social gender, would trans people stop existing, you walk on our faces.

Every time you say transwoman and transman, as though we’re not really women or men but a merged concept, you erase our genders.

Every time you sum up gender as a binary, or even just a spectrum between poles, you erase every single person with a gender that doesn’t fit that zone (and there are many)

Every time you say women and trans women or women, men and transgender, you tell us that our genders are not valid, not as real as yours.

Every time you do these things, you don’t see it. You’re feminists. You’re anarchists. You’re vegans. You’re anti racists and anti Islamophobia advocates. You’re advocates of birthing rights and socialists, anti capitalists, multiculturalists. You’re disability advocates and womanists. Fat positive, anti body policing, anti rape, social activists and writers. You’re friends and family, lovers and colleagues.

And you all do it. Every cis person I know.

Every. Last. One.

Yes.

Even you.

You don’t see it. But we do. We feel the knife go in. We watch the painful hypocrisy of people who make it their career, their life’s work to fight privilege and make people see through its fog, to fight white supremacy, or sexism or ableism or fatphobia or millions of other horrific systems of supremacy and dominance and control exerted against people, exercising their cissupremacy, the boot firmly planted on our necks and they don’t even see it.

But we feel it.

Next time you talk about childbirth, remember not everyone who gives birth is a mother. Next time you talk about how many women are raped, remember that a significant group of those women, of us, don’t have vaginas. Next time you talk about sisterhood, try to remember that you have nonbinary siblings and brothers with the organs you use to label your sisterhood and sisters who lack them. Try to remember that penis is not the enemy because women have them too. Try to remember that theorizing about gender isn’t very helpful when you don’t know shit about the people who experience it most directly, most vividly, most painfully.

Try to remember to look past your cis privilege and maybe take that damn boot off our necks once in a while instead of looking into the distance and ignoring the choking.

Because I’d like to be able to breathe.

Just a bit.

Agreed. Except for “minus the trans folk, obviously” - many of us, myself included, have fucked up on this.

While your SIN card does not have a sex/gender marker on it, there is one on file associated with the card. This means that when an employer calls to verify your SIN, there is a potential for being outed, and unfortunately right now people are being told that it can’t get changed until your birth certificate is.

http://chrismilloy.ca/2012/01/human-rights-complaint-filed-against-canadian-government-over-sex-discrimination-in-social-insurance-registration-identification-practices/

This is the first time it’s been warm enough out and I feel comfortable enough to wear a skirt. I’m definitely a fan.

Lorsque j’habitais à Ottawa, je t’ai rencontré à quasiment tous les jours. Des fois tu me passais dans la rue avec quelques amis. Tu y étais dans certains de mes cours de physiques et de mathématiques. Quand j’étais avec des amis que nous avons en commun, tu y étais souvent. Mais ici à Peterborough, nous n’avons aucun ami en commun, tu ne suis aucun de mes cours, et je ne te rencontre jamais dans la rue. Maudit, que tu me manques!

impromptuonedykedanceparty:

fussyfangs:

“women and people who identify as women”

so women and women, you mean

yepppppppppppppp

goddamnit cis scum…

mylittlebaneling:

cussandfight:

• Invading womyn’s spaces
• Having a threatening penis
• Being socialized as a male
• Promoting rape culture by existing
• Being misogynist by existing
• Being inconvenient/unsettling to lesbian feminists
• Having an “empire” (thanks, Janice!)
• Being part of a phenomenon that does not include Trans*Men, because those don’t exist, never have, and never will so just keep fucking that chicken and telling everyone it’s a “men’s issue” and a product of rape culture/misogyny.

WHAT IS THIS THIS IS A JOKE RIGHT THOSE AREN’T GOOD THINGS THEY’RE HORRIBLE WHY WOULD YOU THINK THESE ARE GOOD??????????

Yes, don’t worry, this is meant to be taken incredibly sarcastically. (This thread of discussion makes that a little more clear.)

cussandfight:

• Invading womyn’s spaces
• Having a threatening penis
• Being socialized as a male
• Promoting rape culture by existing
• Being misogynist by existing
• Being inconvenient/unsettling to lesbian feminists
• Having an “empire” (thanks, Janice!)
• Being part of a phenomenon that does not include Trans*Men, because those don’t exist, never have, and never will so just keep fucking that chicken and telling everyone it’s a “men’s issue” and a product of rape culture/misogyny.

zoogummies:

“When it comes to women, they don’t get rights. They get restrictions… I have five daughters and eight granddaughters, and the one thing I worry about more than anything else is their health. I like to see their happy faces. I like to see them feeling good… So I want them to have doctors making decisions, not some employer who has a self-righteous moral view that he wants to impose on my daughter, my granddaughter, my wife. Nuh uh. On our side of the aisle, we believe that women are capable of making their own healthcare decisions.”

—

Senator Frank Lautenberg (D-NJ), is a man who trusts women. Lautenberg made these comments at today’s hearing on the Blunt Amendment. (via menwhotrustwomen)

Honorary HBIC status

I know we’re against giving cookies for treating women as human beings but whatever. Cookies are all we’ve got right now it seems.

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