this is so upsetting, PLEASE rb to spread awareness
PLEASE, PLEASE REBLOG THIS, WHETHER YOURE JEWISH OR NOT.
THIS IS A SUPER IMPORTANT PART OF OUR HISTORY, DONT LET IT GET DESTROYED.
perhaps help take steps to stop them now from future attempts...
I wanna be the Rodney Dangerfield of trans woman dick jokes, I wanna stand up on stage and be like "I just get dicks respected."
Wearing the same bad suit and tugging my necktie down like "ah, my wife left me, y'know. Well they didn't leave me, they left their gender, we're still married I just don't got no wife anymore! I can't blame them though, can't blame em, after all, I'm not the man they married."
I think Rodney would appreciate transgender jokes.
"This gig, this gig such disrespect they pay peanuts they said they pay in exposure, I said that's indecent! All kinds a disrespect, I said fine I'll get paid in exposure and got a job as an adult dancer. Fired my first night, turns out they meant dance around the pole on stage not swing around the pole in my thong. I can't get any respect I tell ya."
"It's rough out there, the economy is rough. They say they only constants are death and taxes just to let you know what you got to look forward to, that's how rough it is. Just my luck, my name died and I still gotta pay taxes! No respect at all."
"They named me after my dad but he kept sayin I took after my mother. I called him up like hey dad, peer pressure really works! He was supportive though real supportive dad but even supportive y'know you get presents just like your parents' idea of what you want. I liked dinosaurs, got dinosaur underwear for a year. Now my dad sends me dinosaur stripper heels every birthday. He tries, the guy."
"I used to work at a bookstore, y'know, they got a self-help book for everything, find the right woman this, find yourself that. Look at me, I'm doing both at once. But listen, these guys all trying to sell ya self improvement. Buddy, I need self renovation. I found eight books on downstairs remodeling but lemme tell ya it wasn't what I hoped for. I can't catch a break. I got a ventriloquism book to throw my voice but it just came back. No help at all."
"My best friend grew up in Cockeysville, then he moved to Gelding Drive. I'm like buddy, you're over there livin my dream. Great pal, has a whole great polyamory thing goin y'know? He grew up and got a house with a yard and a dog and a white picket fence and a kid and two and a half wives. It's not easy bein polyamorous lemme tell ya. You go on dating sites they wanna know if you're lookin for long term short term, I'm like hey right now I'm lookin for anyone who can organize a day planner!"
"It's rough, this city is so rough you see the potholes out there? I cut a fart while I'm driving it sounds like a helicopter takin off. Even the mechanics can't help, the other day in the shop he was like hey for a grand this car could look and feel new! I asked yeah what about me and he said I don't do antiques. The doctor's no better, I went in the office like hey doc, how's it look down there. She said, gimme a minute, I never worked on one a these models before."
I'm too open, always talkin about sex and dicks, but I got no filter, see? The other day at a bar someone said "bottoms up!" so I climbed onto the pool table an asked where she wants me. That's okay, y'know, bein a slut is the best job ever. I get ta work lyin down and everyone calls me princess.
I'm clumsy too, you wouldn't believe it. I punched myself in the face tryin to open a jar of pickles. I almost died cutting myself with my own nails tryin to brush my teeth. I'm so clumsy OSHA put out a restraining order on me, I'm not allowed within 50 feet of heavy machinery. I'm so clumsy my doctors won't stop askin me if I feel safe at home.
cipher, i am literally begging you to put together a burlesque act where you strip out of your dangerfield layers while telling these jokes.
Okay so first, I have got my full Randy Dangerfield costume together already, I just need to practice a bit and try to figure out how the open mic stuff works because it's so confusing. Second, if we can afford it, my nonbinary wife wants to do burlesque lessons together. So.
"It's tough bein trans out there, real tough. We were so poor when we came out I hadda get a hand me down gender. My wife was like, I'm not using mine anyway, have it. You know, it's a little dinged up, needs a little polish and bondo, but it's a classic. So now my agender wife don't got a gender no more. Well, there's a gender on their drivers license, but they're non-practicing."
"Comin out is tough too. I was real nervous tellin my dad because he's kinda old, conservative. I was like dad I'm a woman and he goes Yeah that happens. Didn't even pause his dinner or nothing. I'm like gee dad I was worried I'd be a disappointment or something and he's like well I wish you were a lawyer but whatever makes you happy."
"Polyamory ain't all it's cracked up to be either, I tell ya, I got girlfriends in different time zones and enough money for half a bus pass. I tried to mail myself but the prices were still ridiculous. C'mon buddy, cut me a break, I thought you charged less for small packages."
"Bein a trans woman isn't easy, lemme tell ya there's stigma bein trans, everyone judges how I look. I can't catch a break with it, I complain to my partner, they're like, I thought you liked when I stigma cock in your mouth. Like, okay no I mean I'm stigmatized and my partner they go like okay I guess we can try it in the eyes too, if you want."
"I was never that well endowed, ya know, not on my best day, and you add a few years of HRT in lemme tell ya, it's like a retractable measuring tape down there. The other day I went to my doctor like Doc, I said, whaddaya think bottom surgery's gonna cost me. He looked down and he said lemme refer you to a dermatologist for pimple removal."
Sex workers are amazing, I tell ya, I tried it but I just wasn't organized enough. I asked a friend, they said "Have you tried spreadsheets?" Are you kidding, spread sheets is where the whole thing started. Then they said, no spreadsheets on a computer but how'm I supposed to use the webcam then? It's not for me, that's okay, I guess all my sex these days is between me, my partners, and the NSA.
I was talkin to my wife the other day I said, the only way I'm getting bottom surgery is under socialism. They said why, because of redistribution of wealth? I says no, because it's redistribution of penis. They said what're ya talkin about you're already redistributin your penis to half the trans community.
Polyamory's great though, it's wonderful to have other people to lean on. One time I went in a coma. My wife was going outta her mind til she could find one of my partners to make a "girlfriend in a coma" joke with. I love em all, they're great, all my partners, they take such good care of me, they do so much they unionized about it. Now anytime we fuck I get fined by the NLRB for union busting.
Dating still ain't easy though, lemme tell ya. I said I gotta great sense of humor, I get a message telling me that's good coz I look like a joke. But no, I do alright. I just got my name changed to Twenty Bucks, now I get passed around between every trans woman on the internet.
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a reasonable society would base their entire economy around this
GUY BUILDING THE OTHER END OF THE PIPE: the jazz ghost is back
If safety in your ideal society is entirely based on care by networks of affinity, and does not provide care for people who are not liked by anybody, then your society is actually even worse than the situation we are in now.
Pissing off people close to you or over-exhausting your social network or isolating yourself is often an inherent part of many mental health problems, addictions, etc. By the time people need care the most, they have often lost all their networks of affinity, and with some bad luck, any of us could find ourselves in that situation.
There has to be unconditional care available for the more unlikable of us, or there isn't really a safety net for any of us.
The thing that concerns me the most is that the people I see arguing for only informal/community support networks are often in communities that have a lot of interpersonal drama and poor conflict resolution skills. So it's like...this should be your primary support network, but also people get excommunicated on a regular basis? That's a terrible idea for everyone involved. People who have caused harm still deserve help, and people who have been harmed deserve the ability to set boundaries and remove people from their lives in ways that aren't sentencing that person to losing all their options for basic support.
when setting a boundary comes hand in hand with sentencing someone to a slow and painful death by isolation and neglect, setting boundaries becomes incredibly frightening and painful for everyone involved. help should be available to everyone, free of charge and judgement, no matter how bad they fucked up.
Yeah. Like, this is also necessary from the caretakers point of view.
How many of us are stuck accepting kinda shit, maybe even abusive, behavior from our elderly parents because they would literally die without us? How many are not setting boundaries because while a person is very shitty to us we still love a part of them and we don’t want them to die?
Safety nets of unconditional care also mean none of us are individually forced to care for someone who is uniquely toxic to us.
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If you want a really good example of how "treating gender as way more fundamental to the universe than it actually is" makes for shitty worldbuilding, look at Saidin and Saidar in Wheel of Time.
(This post will upset transphobic WoT nerds and that is intentional.)
Saidin and Saidar make no fucking sense. Why are fundamental forces of the universe that may or may not even be sentient gendered? Why is the magic pink and blue flavoured? Why, why, why tho Like, not even "what purpose does it serve in the story," WHYYYYYYYY
How did this happen? Like how did the Creator just wake up one timeless aeon and decide "yeah hmmm okay gonna just make this extremely arbitrary distinction between who gets to do what type of elemental magic better, and it is based on whether or not they have dicks or boobs." So FIRE and EARTH are MANLY elements so Saidin is better at manipulating them and AIR and WATER are WOMANLY elements so Saidar is better with them BUT THERE'S ALSO A GENDERLESS FIFTH ELEMENT CALLED "SPIRIT" THAT BOTH HANDLE EQUALLY SO IT ALREADY UNDERMINES ITS OWN PREMISE
BUT ACTUALLY the distinction isn't even based on the gender of your body, it's based upon the gender of your soul, because in the 9th book the Dark One puts a dude's soul into a woman's body as a prank BUT HE STILL DOES DUDE MAGIC so the distinction is based on your soul??? But that's even more fucked because it implies gendered souls, which is even more weird and arbitrary because like, did the Creator make an exact amount of girl souls and boy souls in the soul factory at the dawn of time and somehow there's always enough girl bodies and boy bodies to put them in?
The only logical explanation is that Robert Jordan had a catastrophic failure of worldbuilding from mistakenly thinking - due to social conditioning - that gender is actually a way bigger deal in the universe than it actually is.
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