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“I just wanted to get fucked like a woman. That’s what it’s about.

It’s not about what hole it’s going in”- Juno Dawson.

Mya Byrne twitter post

Mya Byrne twitter post

The following is a comment left on folk singer Mya Adriene Byrne’s public facebook page by a woman who is disturbed by the 40 year old male’s loving depiction of repeatedly masturbating into his sister’s underwear as a teen, a recollection published last month in a transgender zine.

Mya Byrne was until last year known as Jeremiah Byrne. Mya now conducts feminist seminars for men, calling on a “New Feminism” that centers male concerns.

Male "feminism" Mya Byrne

Male “feminism” Mya Byrne

Mya also writes songs for “transgender children” and was featured on the recent “Rainbow Train” children’s album released by Chana Rothman. Chana Rothman and Mya Byrne perform children’s concerts together, promoting the idea of gender. The album was funded in part with a grant from the Leeway Foundation. Chana Rothman, a heterosexual woman, has publicly stated that Lesbian Feminists who critique gender are “So full of confusion and hatred”.

Here is the letter to folk artist Mya Adriene Byrne from a young woman and former fan:

“Mya Byrne:

I listened to you as a younger teen, back in 2007, 2008. I’ve always loved good folk. I appreciate your work for that.

Unfortunately, however, I am not sure I can any longer separate the work from the artist. I have something disturbing I need voiced, and your facebook artist page is the only route of opening up this wound. I do this on facebook trusting that I will not have a barrage of hate and activists sending me threats due to your response- to which, I personally do not want one. I want nothing to do with this beyond publicizing that this is the current state of your “feminism” as a public figure.

How could you write the poem “Garments”? Or, rather, why is there a poem called “Garments” credited to your full name on page 15 in this zine, writing about you as a twelve year old-almost a teenager- masturbating in your sister’s underwear, and why is it credited to just this recent June? And how could you excuse the misogyny in this work, in this group? Why are you featured in a zine that has others excusing and fetishizing child abuse and sexual harassment against women, with your poem directly followed by someone’s account of longtime violent gore and tentacle porn use?

I hesitated in this because of your sister. I want no harm to the women in your life stemming from this, but since you felt it was appropriate so recently to write such a piece…I don’t know anymore.

Had anyone else been that boy, as an older sibling, what would you have done? Please don’t do this to the LGBT community. Don’t do this to us.

This is absolutely not something the rest of the LGBT community should be saddled with explaining away.

It’s not so much the fact that you did this habitually in your youth, which is beyond troubling, it is the fact that you, even as a well-realized adult approaching 40, felt it was appropriate to revisit, to fondly reminisce on, to allow this published in a zine that is frequently shared among the trans community and younger mtfs. Do you condone young boys doing this? Do you condone, encourage, support adult men stealing the underwear of their mothers, sisters, of their daughters, just for the sake of sexual gratification? This is violence. This is abuse. Feminists do not sexualize their then vulnerable, younger sister’s undergarments routinely as a teen, and indulge in it as an adult. Feminists do not condone this behavior in others.

I am honestly afraid, because of the likely backlash I may face as airing this horror of a work, and appalled, and repulsed. I am also in deep sympathy to your family following this being made common knowledge outside of a niche community hidden deeply on the net. I have the most sympathy for your younger sister, and I hope that she has siblings besides yourself that she can trust as a female in a sexist world. I hope that she is okay.

You were one of my heroes.

https://www.scribd.com/doc/278049983/Eggmode-Summer-2015

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Why am I irrationally angry/hateful towards women when I might be MTF? (self.asktransgender)

submitted * by ihatebeingadude

Edit: please check out my post history for some background, TLDR of that is that I’ve had trans thoughts, on and off, since I was 4.

Hi everyone, I’m back. I’ve been bouncing between “accepted-that-I’m-trans” and “lift-swole-bro-cis-mode” for the last few months, and around June I was basically preparing to come out. A few weeks ago I got a girlfriend, and the trans thoughts flatlined a few weeks after.

They’re just gone right now, but my knowledge of them still exists, and I’m afraid they’re going to come back.

I’m not sure why, but it almost feels as if those thoughts are being suppressed.

Right now, I hate women, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s jealousy that I’ll never fit their clothes, maybe it’s because I’ve been rejected so much by them, maybe it’s the view that it’s “easier” on the other side as a cis woman or whatever.

Fuck, I was on /r/theredpill for a while to try and convince myself it was just weakness or not getting laid, and now that I am getting laid things are changing. Maybe if I manned up enough, these thoughts would go away, maybe if I had sex, they would go away. They did. But I can’t tell if the trans thoughts are dead or hibernating or just suppressed by this hate of women.

Right now, the main argument my brain spits out when trans thoughts come up is: “you might be happier in cute girly girl clothes, but what would people say? Would you even fit them with your broad shoulders and giant muscles? What would all those girls who rejected you say? Don’t you want to eventually be the one to reject them back, and get your revenge? Is the chance of happiness as a woman really worth denying yourself the chance to be a buff, eligible bachelor who fucks all the girls who once rejected you? Yeah, you’ll get to break their hearts and use them like they used you… You’re already 19, by the time you pass you’ll be ugly and old, plus you aren’t even into guys all that much…”

I don’t know – sometimes when I go shopping with my girlfriend I mentally imagine my female self wearing those clothes and saying this is what I’ve wanted since I was a kid. Then I start attacking that image, because she’s a betrayal of everything I’ve ever worked towards.

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GUEST POST by Bev Jo:

CENSORED FROM “BUTCH VOICES”

For the last three sessions of the Butch Voices Conference in Oakland (2009, 2011, and 2013), I have offered to do a Female-Identified Butch Workshop and have been denied, as have all other Radical Feminist Butches I’ve known. (In 2009, one of the organizers who had partially “transitioned” did a Female-Identified Butch workshop, which, from seeing the emotional reaction of the over 100 Butches who showed up, was desperately needed. But it felt like BV co-opted it, diluting the female energy in what was already a very male-identified conference, by choosing someone who had so recently identified as male (she had had her breasts removed, taken testosterone, and had worn a shirt identifying as trans a couple of months earlier at the Dyke March). No Female-Identified Butch workshop was allowed in 2011, even though there were several by men who call themselves “Butch.” This year, however, I was scheduled to participate in a panel of Female-Identified Butches, but then was later told I was no longer allowed to participate.

One of the men who did “transwomen” “Butch” workshops, Tobi Hill-Meyer, had been allowed to be a member of the Butch Voices 2013 Advisory Board.  He is part of the reason I was censored/banned — the complaints came from “transwomen” and he was the only one named as objecting to my being on the panel. 

The Butch Voices statement is: The mission of BUTCH Voices is to enhance and sustain the well-being of all women, female-bodied, and trans-identified individuals who are Masculine of Center. in spite of the fact that Hill-Meyer, like the other men who pretend to be Lesbians, is very male-identified feminine and clearly male, and exposes his prick online in photos and videos.  (Be warned that he is a pornographer, if you don’t want to see his or his fellow pornographers’ penises, or as the trans cult calls them, “lady peens.”)

tobi hill meyer transbian

http://queerporntube.com/watch_video.php?v=7WWDOB6O7MK9#sthash.Fsu7qbnc.dpuf

http://queerporn.tv/wp/tobi

http://queerporn.tv/wp/quinn-cassidy-tobi-hill-meyer

http://queerporn.tv/wp/quinn-cassidy-and-tobi-hill-meyer-part-two

Can any reasonable women look at him, his videos, or read his statement and not see clearly that he is a man, and certainly not a Butch?  He identifies as “Indigenous, colonized mestiza, poly, kinky, trans woman, queerspawn, activist, butch, feminist, pan-dyke, genderqueer…. All my life I’ve had a drive to surround myself with queer people and community.  Queerness gets me hot.  I’m a major dyke, but there are definitely some hot queer guys that I go for.” 

Ironically, he has also written “straight women have absolutely no right to tell dykes how to have sex.” – as if he is a “dyke” and not a bisexual man.

tobi hill meyer christina's world

This male pornographer is neither a woman, nor a lesbian, nor a butch. (Also not Christina Olson)

This is the genderqueer, female-hating, Lesbian-hating, and Butch-hating mind-fuck/gaslighting that defines us out of existence.  Lesbians, Dykes, and Butches do not fuck with men, not to mention that men are simply not women.

 

For those who insist that Lesbians can raise non-sexist, non-oppressive men, this man is a horrifying example of what happens when males grow up with inside access to Lesbian culture, making them far more dangerous than other men. They are left with a sense of ownership of Lesbians as well as entitlement, and proceed to try to erase us.

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Some of you may have witnessed a little “chat” between G/T and Autumn Sandeen on twitter the other evening. What you didn’t see was the portion of the conversation which took place via DM after Autumn threatened to target and stalk a random African American Lesbian woman if I refused to converse with him. Here is the entire “chat”. Enjoy! Read the rest of this entry »

Medusa. Bermini.

Syd writes:

 So, I’ve been reading this blog for a little while now, and I kind of wanted to ask the author (or anyone) for some advice. If I go to a therapist, or a support group, they’d all tell me it’s okay to be trans and they’d want me to just live as a man, but I feel like that would be betraying an aspect of my born body. I’m also sorta of the mind that one shouldn’t treat a mental condition with physical changes. I’ve brought this up at a few meetings I’ve been to on ‘gender norms’ and the leader of the group, who identified as a ‘lesbian transgender woman’ (ie. heterosexual male?) just seemed to shrug it off as nonsense.


Thing is, I still feel uncomfortable being labeled as a woman. It doesn’t happen to me very often nowadays, because for whatever reason without hormones or any interventions other than haircuts and clothing, I ‘pass’, but when it does happen, I kind of cringe.
I don’t hold anything against women. I love women; I love masculine women, I love feminine women, I love women big and small. I just don’t enjoy being one.
I’m uncomfortable in my female body, and I’m uncomfortable in groups of females. The gender role freaks me out to such a degree that I want no part of it. I feel like if I don’t grow my hair out, shave my legs, and dress a certain way, then I’m failing to be a normal woman, so therefore being a man is easier. Other women seem to fall so easily into being women, but I seem to be failing.


Essentially, I want to know how to overcome these feelings.
Also, it should be mentioned that I enjoy both men and women, and I’m currently in a heterosexual relationship with a man who’s had relationships with both genders, so I don’t even fulfill the role as a dyke woman past a superficial definition.
Honestly I think I would rather live in a world where genders didn’t have any pretenses, where everyone could use any bathroom, dress however they felt and nobody would cared what their partner’s genitals were or who made more money, but seeing as that’s not the world we live in, I’m having trouble coping with my implied societal failure as a woman. I’d rather not end up taking hormones just to fit in with a gender role only because I meet their criteria better.
Also therapy for this seems to be nonexistent. Therapists seem more focused on getting me looking and acting and taking up roles as my preferred gender, but that’s not what I want.

I don’t want to pretend to be a man just because it’s easier, I want to know how to accept myself as a woman.
Does anyone have any suggestions for this? Do I just need to hit a pinnacle of enlightenment and hope that eventually the self-loathing will end?

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 Sister you are not alone.

I don’t say that to comfort you, or to dismiss your genuine experience with a feel-good trope, or to make you feel “less alone”.  I mean it literally. You are not alone. Your experiences are not personal or unique to you. This is an important thing to recognize in the process of “accepting yourself” personally. This is a really important point I think. What you are experiencing is not unique, and not personal.

When feminists said “the personal is political” they did not mean “our individual actions can impact the political sphere”, or “our speshul individual internal lives are important” (not implying that you, Syd are saying that here). They meant: the things we deal with personally, in isolation and silence, the things that feel like internal personal issues, are actually not. The war against woman is conducted against us individually. Daily. Personally. Picking us off one by one. Rooting us out with each misstep. With each transgression. Or for no transgression at all. She was raped because _____  (fill in the blank) specific individual singular particular personal speshul reason. Women are not raped because men are conducting sexual torture and war crimes against women en masse. She was raped because she neglected to lock her window. Because she met a guy from online three weeks before. Because she hadn’t heard news reports of a serial rapist in her neighborhood. Because she happened to live in that neighborhood. Because she was pretty/ugly black/white rich/poor old/young etc.

It is always personal. It is always singular. It is always unique. Speshul circumstance. And the system is designed to individualize, to single out, to personalize.

But you are not alone. And what you experience has nothing to do with you personally.

From your comments here I can tell you recognize that important truth on some level, intuitively if not consciously. This is a very important thing for women to realize and is the core of healing personally and individually from the mass assault against female humanity and liberation. A personal situation requires singular individualized INTERNALIZED and self-directed reflection and analysis of the personal specific singular factors involved. That is NOT what we are dealing with here. We are dealing with IMPERSONAL EXTERNALIZED FACTORS. We are dealing with a WAR against those humans born with (or assumed to be in possession of) the biological capacity of being impregnated, by those humans who lack that capacity.

Syd, my sister, what is informing your personal malaise with an impersonal war is the specifics of your experience of it. Let’s go there.

Like myself, you have tasted the forbidden fruit. When we “pass” as male, or are assumed to be male, we experience something most women will never experience: being treated as fully human. As humans, our fellow humans give our input due regard, our experience due respect, our overlord status as the ruling class due note. Both men and women defer, refer, and relate to us based on our expressed competence (as adjusted for our perceived racial and class status). Few women have ever experienced humanity. They experience the lack of it, and witness it vicariously, but they have never had the experience of humanity.

The experience of women like us is profound. Breathtaking. Like soaking in warm honey-tinged milk. My god.

Every woman on the planet would inject testosterone (or whatever the fuck) into their right eye to experience the day to day existence of being treated as a regular human that you and I have experienced conditionally, and fleetingly. What people call “male privilege” is actually the experience as being treated as a default human. A regular, normal, baseline human.

There is no male privilege. There is no white privilege. There is no class privilege. There is only the experience of being treated as fully human. Everyone should experience the “privilege” of being treated as simply themselves. As simply human. And what a wonderful experience that is for those of us consigned for a lifetime in the subhuman caste who can “pass” themselves into it. What a breath of fresh air. What liberation! What a delicious honey-tinged milk-bath of humanity. Where one is judged on one’s merits. Where what we say is taken to mean… exactly what we say. Yanno. Just normal fucking humanity.

You wonder why the elements (female biology) that impede your humanity cause your revulsion? Oh honey. You are sane, that is all. You hate the whole woman thing because you are burdened with sanity. You have personally experienced being treated as human. Something few women ever have.

You don’t have discomfort in groups of females. You have discomfort in groups of subhumans who have never experienced humanity. In a group of females who have tasted the forbidden fruit of normalcy you would feel quite normal and at ease I am sure.

Experiencing humanity is something reserved for males (and those who are assumed to be male). For now. Lets fight, and fight and fight and make that not so. Lets not individualize and internalize and personalize (and medicalize) the experience of those of us who have tasted the ambrosia of being treated as fully human. Reflect and work outward, not inward.

Medusa. Harryhausen.