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FTFYNo, radfems hate basically everyone who isn't a radfem too.
To the woman who called me a terf:
To the woman who shrieked at me that I am a bigot and a terf and a hateful transphobe for defending women's rights.
Ten, fifteen years from now, I ask you to remember me.
Remember me when you have your first baby and you’re referred to throughout your pregnancy as a birthing individual, a pregnant person, and it makes you feel kind of dehumanised and you wish they would just call you a woman, a mother, because that’s what you are. But they're not allowed. Because it’s illegal to say only women can be pregnant and give birth.
Remember me when you give birth and you feel vulnerable and exposed and you really want a woman beside you who understands what you’re going though and instead your midwife is a six foot man with a stubble in a dress. And you know he is not a woman but you’re not allowed to object. Even when you need to be examined and you just want a woman to do it, but you know you can’t say anything because that would be hate speech even though your body is screaming no.
Remember me when your elderly mother, who has lost her mind to dementia, goes into a care home and is told that her carer, Susan, is a woman, because you asked that she only be cared for by women. And even in her addled state of mind, she knows that Susan is a man, and you know Susan is a man, but you cannot object, and she has to allow Susan to perform her intimate care, because to object would be hate speech.
Remember me when your daughter comes home from school crying. The daughter who spent the last five years training to be the best athlete in her class, her school, her district. She’s crying because Lucas, one of the fastest boys, has decided he identifies as female now and so is allowed to run in her race. And she knows that no matter how hard she trains, he will always be better than her, he will always beat her. And she can only ever hope for silver medals now. Or bronze, if there’s another Lucas.
Remember me when you go into a toilet late at night, perhaps in a bar, and there’s no one else around. A guy walks in. He has a beard and is wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and the way he looks at you seems off. You feel afraid and unsettled and worried that he might hurt you. But you can’t challenge him, because if you do he’ll say he is a woman and has just as much right as you to be in this toilet, a place where many years ago you might have come to feel safe.
Remember me when you go for a promotion, for a board position at work that’s designated for a woman. You’ve put in the hours; you’ve worked so hard and you know you deserve it. And the position goes to Lola, who until last year was a 50 year old man. Lola will never do anything so inconvenient like needing time off to have babies, or to deal with any health issues that you, a woman, might face, like endometriosis, breast cancer, PND. Lola is a woman just like you, and the board is happy to have fulfilled their quota of women members.
Remember me when you read on the news that crime statistics for women committing rape and murder are on the increase, and now women carry out a much higher number of rapes and murders than they did when you were a teenager or a young woman. And you know that these ‘women’ are men and that the statistics are wrong. But to challenge this would be hate speech.
Remember me too when these women rapists are locked up in female prisons with vulnerable women who cannot escape, because to challenge the presence of women rapists with penises in prison would be hate speech.
Remember me when your son comes home from school and says that he’s learned that you can change your sex and that some girls have penises and some boys have a vagina. And that his teacher said that because he likes playing with girls and dolls, maybe he is really a girl in the wrong body. And you think, no, you are just my wonderful, unique son and you were born in your own body.
Remember me when a few months down the line the teacher calls you in and says that she’s concerned that you’re not validating your son’s identity and she’s noticed you still refer to him by the name you so carefully chose for him when he was born, and calling him a boy. That she doesn’t want to involve social services, but she’s worried she might have to if you continue to misgender your son and deny his real identity. And you know that she will, because it’s happened before in a school near you, and you are afraid.
In this brave new world you helped create, look around for your transactivist friends, your lefty male allies, the ones you stood beside and yelled ‘terf, transphobe, bigot’ with, with you shouting the loudest, because you wanted to show what a good ally you were, how inclusive, how progressive. Where are they now?
Why, they are where they have always been. Benefiting from the patriarchy. Enjoying the new, improved version of it that you helped them build by crushing the resistance from the women who spoke up for their rights.
His has all cost them nothing; it has made the world a better, easier place for men. It has cost you and your sisters who campaigned for them for virtue cookies, everything.
And me? I’ll be where I have always been. Fighting for your rights. Fighting to undo the damage.
I’ll have your back. As I have always done.
That's a nice copypasta.I found this hilarious manifesto on r/terfisaslur:
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I know that’s the opposite of the ending of this rant, but it was the first thing to come to mind.
It really reads like one.That's a nice copypasta.
I find TERFs kinda fascinating. On one hand their commitment to standing up to troonery and trying to defend women's places is commendable.
On the other hand their insistence that this tranny shit is all part of the patriarchy's master plan and autistic dedication to torpedoing their own cause by telling anyone and everyone they might find an ounce of camaraderie with to go fuck themselves is exceptional as fuck.
Not an autistic Illuminati.Every single time I read about some hapless TERF crashing and burning in their latest crusade against creepy men in wigs this scene from Breaking Bad plays in my mind:
TERFs are like that ancient Internet joke about someone's grandma not being able to find the ANY key. How they are utterly unable to transform their burning hatred of old fat men in wigs invading their spaces is just mind boggling. Time and time again we have seen groups or individuals pull off miracles out of nothing but spite and hatred.
They have been finally given a issue that should be a no brainer to run with in male trannies destroying women's sports. Just dial the TERF cuckoo clocks running non-stop in their heads for a little while to make their case about how unbelievably fucked up it is to destroy something these female athletes have worked their entire lives on.
You TERFs suck at online battles
Rule number one is don't freak out the normies when you leave the TERF/Tranny/Furry/etc mothership. Trannies all have their creepy selfs safely hidden behind comfortable avatars or selfie/webcam angles that are well photoshopped. I know this anathema to most TERFs but come on and make some sacrifices for the cause. Make yourself presentable to the public. Most people have an immediate desire to tune out when confronted with a raw TERF.
Rule number two. Learn how to play the fucking game.
Sperging out and calling a creepy dude in wig a creepy dude in a wig on social media and getting yourself perma-banned is no more good than charging enemy lines all by yourself. You've accomplished nothing.
* Burner emails accounts
* VPNs
* Learn how to hide the more visible TERFs craziness and get you and your sister mods on mainstream forums
* Subtle, subtle, subtle. Don't go nuts the moment you have gained your mod powers. Play the long game
* Tranny sock accounts. There is no limit to how batshit unhinged trannys can be. Practice with socks on neogaf. How much drama and destruction can you generate?
* Transphobia, learn to love it. Use your socks to accuse everyone in power who have let the tranny menace metastasize over the past few years. The greatest cure for SJWs in power is when the mob finally and inevitably turns on themselves. Help those moments of 'I never thought it would happen to me' epiphanies happen.
And finally, don't be ashamed to come to places like Kiwifarms for help. There are a whole lot of people out on the Net would love to see TERFs turn into an effective fighting force against the tranny menace.
Not an autistic Illuminati.
What is it about troons that makes people forget that planning gayops on this forum is against the rules?
As much as I dont like Rowling, I saw some articles about the Maya case. There is some fuckery going on in England.
Great Britain is under a tranny AND islamic occupation governmentAs much as I dont like Rowling, I saw some articles about the Maya case. There is some fuckery going on in England.