Friday, August 1, 2014

Trans Kids: Where Euthanasia and Transition Meet

German Euthanasia last century:
German Euthanasia TRANSformed today:
Whether Euthanasia is used to murder the jew out of European children in the past or the gay/lesbian out of children today, the result is the same. Genocide.


Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Doing Woman Different: Audre Lorde

“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.”

Audre Lorde was a black woman//mother/lesbian/radical feminist/civil rights/warrior/poet/activist. Lorde diligently worked at each and every one of these descriptors, individually and collectively. Lorde braved onslaughts and alienation from leading radical (including lesbian) white/academic feminists by calling attention to their white privileges/non inclusion of women of color/ignor(ance) of women of color herstory and lesbians of color

I'll keep my own words short for this post because Lorde had so beautifully and with deep insight summed up the feminist issues facing ALL females, then now and in the future.

“For the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They may allow us to temporarily beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change. Racism and homophobia are real conditions of all our lives in this place and time. I urge each one of us here to reach down into that deep place of knowledge inside herself and touch that terror and loathing of any difference that lives here. See whose face it wears. Then the personal as the political can begin to illuminate all our choices.” 

“Black and Third World people are expected to educate white people as to our humanity. Women are expected to educate men. Lesbians and gay men are expected to educate the heterosexual world. The oppressors maintain their position and evade their responsibility for their own actions. There is a constant drain of energy which might be better used in redefining ourselves and devising realistic scenarios for altering the present and constructing the future.”  

“The white fathers told us: I think, therefore I am. The black goddess within each of us - the poet - whispers in our dreams: I feel, therefore I can be free.” 

“You cannot, you cannot use someone else's fire. You can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe that you have it.”  

“To go to bed and to wake up again day afte day besides a woman, to lie in bed with our arms around each other and drift in and out of sleep, to be with each other not as a quick stolen pleasure, nor as a wild treat but like sunlight, day after day in the regualr course of our lives. I was discovering all the ways that love creeps into life when two selves exist closely, when two women meet.”  

“It is not the destiny of Black america to repeat white america's mistakes. But we will, if we mistake the trappings of success in a sick society for the signs of a meaningful life.”

“I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.” 

Lorde died in 1992 at the age of 58 from a long battle with cancer. Audre Lorde did all aspects of her woman differently. No matter where white patriarchal forces struggled to cage her in, Lorde broke free. But she didnt merely escape and forget about all the other black/poor women, black/lesbians, or all the other women suffering in the private patriarchal cages of hell. Lorde opened as many of those cages as her hands could free for the short time she was here. Nor did Lorde stop when she died, her words remain as keys for us and future women to use to free ourselves with.


Sunday, July 27, 2014

Trans Trending-Who is Transitioning-Trans Regret

Sammy-Age 16 (almost)

Everett-Age 21

Kay-Age 17

Alex-Age 19

Kell-Age 16


SB-Age 23

Jaden-Age 17

Val-Age (youth)

In the short time I have put this post together, this blog has received several trans females seeking to detransition.

What once was an occasional search, today is an almost hourly search, and that is merely from those who seek information here. Some may call this progress in the fight against lesbian genocide and lezbophobia, but I see it for what it is. War wounded lesbian youth permanently scarred, disfigured or suffering from an unspoken, undocumented, unnamed shell shock.

Here's nine more grist victims for the war mills of misogny. I'm sure we'll catch some of them on the flipside of transition soon. 


Saturday, July 26, 2014

Life isnt Fair and Life for me Aint been No Crystal Stair

 In Response to a few Recent Comments and A LOT of Recent Attitude:

This blog has and continues to dismantle the WHOLE of misogyny and ALL patriarchal structures instilling/maintaining that misogyny. It also focuses on (primarily) how historically misogyny (via the internet/pop culture) has shifted lesbian fears through to lesbian pride and onto current lesbian shame (in excess) suffocating/shrinking the lesbian community today. Stumbling onto this blog or dropping by for the odd post isnt going to give that impression, anymore than knowing the intimacies of a stranger from passing her on a street might.

The fact that a reader or readers attribute "butch" or "gender non conforming" to any aspect of posts to me or this blog illustrates these readers havent read much, if any post here. That, or they have completely and utterly misunderstood the meaning, especially the myriad of underlining meanings holding each and every post together. And that isnt to say I think some readers dumb, in fact I believe most readers who find themselves here are likely quite bright, even those who violently disagree. But intelligence doesnt magically arm one with a shield of invisibility protecting one from social conditioning and expectation.

The truth is, even with an armful of feminist knowledge and lesbian herstory (thats where I come in), it can feel like it is far easier to join 'em than beat 'em (thats where YOU come in). I've been VERY fortunate to have found some truly great great hero's, and I have brought many of those same hero's to you in post after post. But those hero's didnt remove my pain growing up, they did better. They inspired ME to move through and beyond pain, grief, shame, horrors even to the pursuit more hero's, greater knowledge, beauty, other inspirations, pride and periodic happiness, a bank vault of which I can draw from for a lifetime.

They handed me the ball, but it was I who ran with it! I fell, and I fell again and I was knocked to the ground, kicked sometimes. But inspired, I crawled on my belly when I didnt have the strength to stand. Till I crawled right across the goal line and I kept crawling until I could walk again. Armed with pride and self assurance gleaned through struggle I stand firmly on my own two feet. The world may be upside down, but through introspection, inspiration, pride and extrospection I'm confident I'm right side up and on the side of whats right.

I am perplexed at the younger generations, at their laziness and their strange sense of self entitlement. I realized quite young that life wasnt fair and no one, NO ONE promised me a fucking rose garden! When I was growing up, there was no internet, no Google or Wiki in the privacy of my bedroom. I had to brave strange looks from librarians when checking out The Well of Loneliness or the History of the Stonewall Riots etc. I received (by snail mail of course) Sinister Wisdom in a brown paper envelope (which I couldnt wait to open each and every time) with no return address, because the lesbian nature of the package might have gotten me thrown out of my home or let go from a job, beaten or worse-killed.

While young lesbians still face similar issues, they also have (via internet/media) an abundant of excessive access to lesbian herstory, lesbian music, other lesbians, lesbian/feminist hero's etc. What they dont have however is someone to spoon feed them, someone to bring them their lesbian ruby red slippers and kindly slide them onto their feet. Then they run across a blog like this and feel robbed because "dirt" wasnt their for them in their hour of need! OMG life isnt fair!
Life isnt fair and sometimes life is as hard and as tough as nails. Nails driven into your mind, nails driven straight through your blood beating heart. We ALL need the occasional helping hand, helping to pull us to our feet again. I extend mine to ANY reader here, I WILL help pull you to your feet. What I wont do is carry you. Because that isnt giving you strength to walk on your own, it is crippling you from ever walking.

One of those inspirations I found in my despairing teenage years:

Mother to Son
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

The Clitoris plus Testosterone doesnt a Penis Make

I can only surmise that this search, obviously by a female wanting to transition or a trans female, is born out of both desperateness and ignorance. But shoving a needle full of testosterone or any drug into a clitoris isnt going to TRANSform a clitoris into a penis. It may however cause serious bleeding, infection or worse, a serious (permanent) loss of sensaion.

Clitoris's (externally) come in a wide range of shapes, colours and sizes naturally. Taking testosterone may cause minute growth over a period of time, but if you arent born with it
then you arent. Even if the woman seen here were to go on "T" and gain a few centimeters in size, her clitoris is still a clitoris on drugs NOT a penis. On the plus size, the clitoris is a far superior organ, inside and out.


Monday, July 21, 2014

Transition-Hysterectomy and the Dangers of Laparoscopy using Power Morcellators

I was recently ask by a member of the American Recall Center to bring to the attention of my primary female readership the dangers of the Power Morcellator

From the website:

What is a Power Morcellator? A device used in hysterectomies to cut tissue into small pieces to be removed from the body. However, uterine cancers sometimes go undetected prior to the procedure. In these cases, the morcellator dices up and spreads unsuspected cancer inside the woman's body.

  • Hysterectomy is the 2nd most common surgery among women in the United States

  • By age 70, one out of three American women will have had a hysterectomy

  • 90% of these surgeries are done to remove Fibroids (non-cancerous tumors found in the uterus)

  • The average life span following accidental morcellation of sarcoma is only 24-36 months

  • Only 15% of women who have leiomyosarcoma (LMS) that has spread (stage 4) will be alive after 5 years

  • Women with sarcoma who are morcellated are about 4 times more likely to die from sarcoma than if they had not been morcellated.

Females seeking hysto's post testosterone use (heightening cancer risks to reproductive organs) should be keenly aware of power morcellator's potentially being used in their surgery. In trans female hysto's trans females are not generally tested for reproductive cancers since their hysto is considered elective. If cancer is present regardless of cause, and a full hysterectomy is performed (and it usually is) with laparoscopy using PM's, fragments of cancerous organ/s can be spread to various other internal organs. By the time trans females becomes aware of these cancers, their potential lifespan shrinks drastically to less than a handful of years IF they initially survive.. 

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Doing Woman Different: Sarah Kane

"Nothing will interfere with your work like suicide” Sarah Kane
Sarah Kane was a troubled, insightful English playwright whose work centered around tearing away and apart every artifice of polite civility revealing the blood and guts within. Her goal was to portray with complete nakedness war, all wars, whether between countries or all or any human relationship.

Kane storm trooped the stage at 23 with her play Blasted, garnering her with a slew of labels- depraved, violent, depressive, nihilistic etc. Other plays followed with greater successes and critics continued reviewing Kane's works as somewhere between savage and debauched. When questioned about the barbarity of her work, Kane responded: ''The reading I did in my formative years was the incredible violence of the Bible. It was full of rape, mutilation, war and pestilence.'' 

In her short adult life, Kane suffered from severe depression, and after writing about, talking about suicide, she hung herself by her shoe laces while in hospital for a previous suicide attempt when she was 28. 

Sarah Kane undoubtedly is a tragic figure, but I feature her here because she most certainly fits the category of doing woman different. Not merely for how she carried her brand of female, but going far outside what women are suppose to write about. War is violent and sometimes so to is love, Kane dared the graphically show us on the stage just how messy and ugly life sometimes is. And how sometimes we ALL add with our own actions or in-actions to that ugliness.