"I, maybe more than most people, can completely understand why broke white folks get pissed when the word "privilege" is thrown around. As a child I was constantly discriminated against because of my poverty, and those wounds still run very deep. But luckily my college education introduced me to a…
doing so by throwing skinny girls under the bus, calling thinner girls “fake”, or insisting that being bigger is “what men really want” (implying that any female body type is only good if it has male approval):
But if trans women identify as women, why aren't we, as feminists, trying to liberate them?
The part where they turn our realities into identities is where the problems begin. I’ll try to make it simple.
Analyzing how women (females) as a class are oppressed is important to know the steps to take to liberate them from the system that oppresses them.
Men (males) are the oppressor class.
Gender is a harmful oppressive construct that causes the subordination women and doesn’t make men’s lives extremely amazing either, but they still have privilege over women.
Male privilege is not erased when a male is uncomfortable with his gender.
Majority, if not all women are uncomfortable with their gender and the roles that come with it, specifically because we are at the bottom of the hierarchy. Experiences like sexual harassment on a daily basis, the imposition of femininity, the imposition of a docile, submissive, obedient (basically subservient) attitude are (usually) not experiences males have.
These lived experiences and a wide variety of others are because of our biological realities. We did not choose them, and we cannot just opt out of our reality whenever we wish.
Turning the word ‘woman’ into a ‘label’ that can be put on either of the sexes completely dismisses the lived experiences of every woman. Childbirth, mensuration, corrective rape*, these are our experiences. They are unique to women and the “feeling of oppression” cannot be felt by anyone. Especially not males who have had male privilege for most of their lives.
Trans women see women (and their lives and experiences) only through the male gaze. It is a superficial view and they cannot ever understand the truth to being a woman. It is a lie to say they face the same reality women face.
Accepting them as women is detrimental to feminism.
Women who want to get away from men and have safe spaces are dismissed and ignored for their inclusion. Lesbians are dismissed for their inclusion.
That is because they carry the entitlement from being raised as males. They feel they are entitled to women’s spaces even if the discussions do not pertain to them at all.
Transsexualism is another way capitalism profits off of the patriarchal system. Feminine men or masculine women are urged to transition in order to ‘fit’ in a specific gender, paying thousands in the process.
Males will be liberated to some extent when gender is abolished, but feminism’s focus is women who suffer the most under the patriarchy, for the man’s benefit.
The fantasy is that I’m his whore, always wet, always ready, always hungry for cock. In reality, I’m just a girl with good days and bad. Bridging this gap isn’t always easy: it’s hard to say no, and hard to hear no. And not saying no when it should have been no sucks even…
Me:So, let's say that you're at school and you see a guy you know. I mean, you guys talk every once in a while and he's pretty cool, but you're not like friends or anything. You just talk to him every once in a while.
Guy Friend:What's his name?
Me:I don't know. Frank?
Me:Okay, fine. His name is Will. Okay?
Guy Friend:I don't think it really suits him, but okay.
Me:...So anyway, you're at school during lunchtime and you see Will. So, you notice Will's not eating anything. That's when you realize that Will has no lunch, no money for lunch, and no way of getting either. He's just sitting there like he normally would. He's not acting any differently and he's not asking anyone for anything. Not money, not a fry, not even a salt packet, but you know he's gotta be hungry. So, what do you do?
Guy Friend:Do I have any money?
Me:Yeah. You have enough for you and another meal.
Guy Friend:Duh, I buy him lunch.
Me:Okay, cool. So, like you said, you buy him lunch. You buy your lunch and you buy his lunch and you go over and hand it to him. And, he says, "Wow. You know, that's really nice of you, but I wasn't gonna ask anyone for lunch. I was probably just gonna wait until I got home to eat." And, then you say--
Guy Friend:Nah, it's cool.
Me:Exactly. You say, "Nah, it's cool. I'm just being nice. It's a gift." And, Will says, "You know, that's awesome. You're really nice, bro." And, after that, you guys start hanging out. You guys are like really good buds. You are always hanging out and laughing and just having a good time. So, you guys are friends for a few months, and it's tons of fun. Then, one day, you go up to Will and you say, "Hey, Will, you know, I've been thinking, and I kinda want that five bucks."
Guy Friend:What five bucks?
Me:Hold on. I'm getting there. So, Will says, "What five bucks?" To which, you reply, "Well, we've been hanging out for a long time and it's been really fun, but like, I've done a lot of really nice things for you. Like, I'm always nice to you and I always listen and do things you wanna do, so I was thinking that because I've been so nice, you should pay me back that five bucks I spent to get your lunch right before we started really hanging out."
Guy Friend:What? Why would I--
Me:I'm not done yet. So, then Will looks kinda hurt and he says, "But I thought you were just being nice. I thought that was just a gift." So, you say, "Whether or not it was a gift, don't you think you kinda owe me that five bucks since I've been so nice to you?" And, Will says, "No. I don't think I owe you that!" And you get mad, so you say, "Well, I think that you do, so I think you're being really shitty and stuck up about this and I feel like I've been completely wronged."
Guy Friend:Oh, my God. That's so fucked up of me. I would never do that to Will. Will was nice. We were buds. That's way screwed.
Me:I know, right? Hey, just wondering, have you ever heard of this fictional place called "The Friendzone?"
Sexual violence is one of the most horrific weapons of war, an instrument of terror used against women. Yet huge numbers of men are also victims. In this harrowing report, Will Storr travels to Uganda to meet traumatised survivors, and reveals how male rape is endemic in many of the world’s conflicts
Not surprised, but still horrified to hear of extensive sexual violence towards men during war. Rampant sexist stigmas mean these men face a life of rejection and isolation for the crimes committed against them.
So many pictures of Dominants without a smile on their face. I get the whole ” I am a serious Dominant and not to be trifled with” thing, but damn sourpuss we are here because we want to be not because we are forced. If you are forced to be Dominant then evidently you…
I am NOT “cisgendered.” I reject that label. Why? From what I’ve read, “cisgendered” is a label that began in academic discourse as a way of describing people who weren’t trans. But the meaning of it was akin to what we might call…
Gender is an increasingly complicated social construct. This is why I try to remember not to pre-gender people and let them tell me who they are.
Towards the whole "pronouns hurt people's feelings" topic. Am I REALLY the only person on the planet that thinks people are becoming far to sensative? Nearly to the point that they shouldn't leave their little home bubbles in the case that a bird chirps next to them in a way that sounds like a mean word. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, we're becoming a little TOO coddling and people need to learn to deal with simplistic shit like words. And yes, I've been insulted and made fun of. I got over it. So can you.
Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead.
On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it.
In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern.
The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead.
It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost.
"It was just a joke, quit being so sensitive."
"They used the wrong pronoun, big deal."
"So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse."
Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony.
People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin.
People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them.
You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.
There are many different types of people involved in both kink and BDSM. There are many different roles that these people play as well. There are Doms and Dommes, subs and bois, painsluts and kinksters and more and more and more. Even within these different roles there are degrees of difference as well. A sadist does not have to be a Daddy, but they can be. A masochist is not required to be a submissive. To further complicate things the types of scenes can, and will, change from one to the next even within the same relationship. So a Dom may have a very intense single tail scene with their partner one day and have a sensual sensation play scene involving no pain what so ever the next. There is one common theme throughout all of this though; while not every scene will involve hurting someone they will always run the risk of harming someone.
America’s Daughters: The Reality of Human Trafficking
Yes it’s real, and it probably looks different than what you’re thinking. This powerful poem by a survivor of Human Trafficking depicts the pain, hope, and life of survivors. Please share so this video can help inform people who can help, and so people who are living this nightmare now can find help and resources to leave.