Megathread Non-binary genders / Enbies - When Male and Female Aren't Special Enough
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To be fair, a lot of the people who originally claimed to be "born in the wrong body" weren't using terms like girldick and boypussy.
Bloo
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I remember watching a Vaush clip where he calls himself a gender abolitionist. I don’t understand how the fuck you can be pro-trans and also call yourself a gender abolitionist.
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In a way, I can kind of see it, because for a long time I though nonbinary was what gender criticism/atheism actually is, particularly what they call xenogenders. I long understood it to be a way of saying, "My interests and other personality traits are my identity more so than these physical traits are, my identity is more my astronomy hobby or my favourite character more than my genitalia, so I'd rather be defined as stargender or Jean Valjeangender than a rigid stereotype of what a male is supposed to be like, if you so insist on phrasing things as genders." To the extent that people use it to point out the arbitrary foolishness of things like certain colours or haircuts or clothing being for one sex or the other, yknow, I've got to hand it to them for saying basically the same thing as gender atheists except in a different phrasing. It's just when they lean hard into a more literal sense and themselves insist on phrasing everything as gender, and call me transphobic for not playing a specific little semantic game that I find it funny to try to piss them off about it. It's almost not funny because of how easy it is, but it always manages anyway.
Wallace
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Anna writes more rape trauma porn.
Bonus:
I think she means 'hangry', not like a hanging... thing. Which is still odd, seeing how she had previously said that testosterone making you angry/angrier isn't true. Although in fairness, Anna's pretty fuckin' angry most of the time anyway.
Set in the universe of Community Witch - my queer polyamorous romance novel that I’m currently working on getting published.]
Dee jumped as Corey dropped onto the couch beside them, having been too lost in thought to register that he had returned from his errand.
“So,” he said ominously.
Dee looked at the sketchbook in their lap and winced at the blank page staring up at them. “Yes?”
Their partner patiently took the sketchbook and set it on the coffee table, forcing Dee to look up at him. “You’re doing that thing again,” he admonished gently. “Where you have a crisis and refuse to talk to anyone about it.”
“I don’t… I mean. It’s not–”
Corey gave them a Look. “You do,” he said irritably, tapping his chest in an oblique reminder of their magical bond. “And even just getting the edges of whatever it is you’re worrying about is enough to give me a headache. So stop shutting me out and just… talk to me?”
Dee’s resistance crumbled at the softness in his infuriatingly beautiful brown eyes. “Is Yulia…?”
“She’ll be working outside for a while, but we could go upstairs if you like.”
Dee nodded jerkily, the thought of being interrupted by the old woman who had essentially adopted them both still somehow completely overwhelming.
Corey’s lips twitched into a smile as he abruptly slung them over his shoulder, lifting them effortlessly to carry them toward the stairs. Dee laughed despite themself and didn’t bother to pretend, as they usually did, that they didn’t enjoy it.
Once upstairs, he tossed them onto the bed before kicking the door behind him. However, when Dee stretched provocatively and batted their eyes flirtatiously, he just settled onto the bed next to them with a look that said he wasn’t going to fall for their stalling tactics this time.
There was a long, horrible silence.
“This is the part where you say things,” Corey finally prompted.
- - -
Dee felt as if they’d been pounded flat and hung out to dry by the time they were done crying. Once they’d cleaned themself up, they lay listlessly in Corey’s arms, too physically miserable to really feel any of their emotions.
“So. Wanting to do more transition,” Corey prompted. “What does that mean?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” Dee confessed. “I know that I want a dick, but I don’t want surgery. Eighty percent satisfaction rate isn’t high enough. And. I think I want top surgery. But I’m not sure.” They paused to take a deep shuddering breath. “I’m not sure I want to give up what it feels like when you. Um. Touch them.”
Corey made the thoughtful noise that Dee had long since learned to interpret as his “processing” sound. When he finally spoke, his tone was cautious. “You might not need surgery. I could… if you wanted, that is. Look into using magic?”
Dee blinked. “I thought you didn’t–”
“I don’t.” He grimaced. “I mean, witchcraft doesn’t work for that kind of thing. But I know some very highly placed fae who, as you may remember, owe me some pretty fucking big favors.”
Dee couldn’t help but goggle at him. “And you’d be willing to use them… for me?”
“I want you to be happy,” Corey repeated earnestly. “Just.” He smiled and brushed a stray hair away from their eye. “We’re talking about fae, so the devil is very much in the details here. You’d need to take time to decide what you do and don’t want.”
Dee nodded. “I will. And.” They picked anxiously at his shirt. “You’ll still want to have sex with me? If that’s what I want?”
“No surgery means no nerve damage, which means playing with your nipples will still be just as fun. Not to mention…” Corey smiled wolfishly. “Getting to figure out what makes you come all over again sounds pretty hot.”
Dee laughed tremulously as the tight knot of anxiety inside them finally began to loosen. “I should have known you’d get hot and bothered about getting to do more research.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Corey shot back, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “There are so many questions that need answering. How will you feel about handjobs? Blowjobs? Do you still want me to fuck you, or would you rather fuck me?”
Dee’s mouth went dry as they were hit with a sudden mental image of Corey moaning in pleasure as their cock slid into him - something they hadn’t even known they wanted until he said it.
“See?” he said smugly, pulling them down into a long slow kiss. “Research is great.”
Dee jumped as Corey dropped onto the couch beside them, having been too lost in thought to register that he had returned from his errand.
“So,” he said ominously.
Dee looked at the sketchbook in their lap and winced at the blank page staring up at them. “Yes?”
Their partner patiently took the sketchbook and set it on the coffee table, forcing Dee to look up at him. “You’re doing that thing again,” he admonished gently. “Where you have a crisis and refuse to talk to anyone about it.”
“I don’t… I mean. It’s not–”
Corey gave them a Look. “You do,” he said irritably, tapping his chest in an oblique reminder of their magical bond. “And even just getting the edges of whatever it is you’re worrying about is enough to give me a headache. So stop shutting me out and just… talk to me?”
Dee’s resistance crumbled at the softness in his infuriatingly beautiful brown eyes. “Is Yulia…?”
“She’ll be working outside for a while, but we could go upstairs if you like.”
Dee nodded jerkily, the thought of being interrupted by the old woman who had essentially adopted them both still somehow completely overwhelming.
Corey’s lips twitched into a smile as he abruptly slung them over his shoulder, lifting them effortlessly to carry them toward the stairs. Dee laughed despite themself and didn’t bother to pretend, as they usually did, that they didn’t enjoy it.
Once upstairs, he tossed them onto the bed before kicking the door behind him. However, when Dee stretched provocatively and batted their eyes flirtatiously, he just settled onto the bed next to them with a look that said he wasn’t going to fall for their stalling tactics this time.
There was a long, horrible silence.
“This is the part where you say things,” Corey finally prompted.
- - -
Dee felt as if they’d been pounded flat and hung out to dry by the time they were done crying. Once they’d cleaned themself up, they lay listlessly in Corey’s arms, too physically miserable to really feel any of their emotions.
“So. Wanting to do more transition,” Corey prompted. “What does that mean?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” Dee confessed. “I know that I want a dick, but I don’t want surgery. Eighty percent satisfaction rate isn’t high enough. And. I think I want top surgery. But I’m not sure.” They paused to take a deep shuddering breath. “I’m not sure I want to give up what it feels like when you. Um. Touch them.”
Corey made the thoughtful noise that Dee had long since learned to interpret as his “processing” sound. When he finally spoke, his tone was cautious. “You might not need surgery. I could… if you wanted, that is. Look into using magic?”
Dee blinked. “I thought you didn’t–”
“I don’t.” He grimaced. “I mean, witchcraft doesn’t work for that kind of thing. But I know some very highly placed fae who, as you may remember, owe me some pretty fucking big favors.”
Dee couldn’t help but goggle at him. “And you’d be willing to use them… for me?”
“I want you to be happy,” Corey repeated earnestly. “Just.” He smiled and brushed a stray hair away from their eye. “We’re talking about fae, so the devil is very much in the details here. You’d need to take time to decide what you do and don’t want.”
Dee nodded. “I will. And.” They picked anxiously at his shirt. “You’ll still want to have sex with me? If that’s what I want?”
“No surgery means no nerve damage, which means playing with your nipples will still be just as fun. Not to mention…” Corey smiled wolfishly. “Getting to figure out what makes you come all over again sounds pretty hot.”
Dee laughed tremulously as the tight knot of anxiety inside them finally began to loosen. “I should have known you’d get hot and bothered about getting to do more research.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Corey shot back, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “There are so many questions that need answering. How will you feel about handjobs? Blowjobs? Do you still want me to fuck you, or would you rather fuck me?”
Dee’s mouth went dry as they were hit with a sudden mental image of Corey moaning in pleasure as their cock slid into him - something they hadn’t even known they wanted until he said it.
“See?” he said smugly, pulling them down into a long slow kiss. “Research is great.”
Bonus:
I think she means 'hangry', not like a hanging... thing. Which is still odd, seeing how she had previously said that testosterone making you angry/angrier isn't true. Although in fairness, Anna's pretty fuckin' angry most of the time anyway.
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Crosspost from the Concord thread:
Wertle / Prof Brown / "Professor" / Lisa Brown
Concord had a non-binary game dev that identified as "Professor"- if anybody pointed out that she wasn't a real professor she threatened them for misgendering her.
Wertle / Prof Brown / "Professor" / Lisa Brown
Concord had a non-binary game dev that identified as "Professor"- if anybody pointed out that she wasn't a real professor she threatened them for misgendering her.
Wallace
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HRT is magic!
I love how Anna, who has written entire role-playing games about how much she hates men, is now excited at the prospect of becoming a man, or at the very least more masculine.
I love how Anna, who has written entire role-playing games about how much she hates men, is now excited at the prospect of becoming a man, or at the very least more masculine.
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A lot of those radfem types do. I am completely baffled each time
Wallace
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In Anna's case, she was abused when she was young and never got over it. Troonery cures her pain in the same way that vicoden cures a broken back. It's a dissociative coping mechanism. She's starting to want a dick, and I'm sure she'll construct some rationalization as to why this is okay for her in spite of her radfem history. No one is better at deceiving you than you.
Randy Facalding
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It's just the Keffals quote in reverse:
"Being a trans man isn't about trying to imitate men. It's about trying to be better than men."
and I must scream
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lmao, listening to non-binary tikokers and reading the comments is such a trip. "I use neo-pronouns because language cannot encompasses all that I am" "my personhood isn't defined by your perception"
Just who do you think you are? Who the fuck do you think you are, that you are above the common language and have to use a specific pronouns or some honorific just for you? Do you think you are some king, a god? Who are you, to demand that I tailor common language we all use just for you? The sheer entitlement, egocentrism and narcissism of this.
"my personhood isn't defined by your perception" lmao, my perception isn't defined by your personhood or whatever the fuck you think you are. If I see a man, you are a man to me, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. You cannot change nor define what I perceive you are just by mere words.
We are all people, not just our sex. You are not special.
Just who do you think you are? Who the fuck do you think you are, that you are above the common language and have to use a specific pronouns or some honorific just for you? Do you think you are some king, a god? Who are you, to demand that I tailor common language we all use just for you? The sheer entitlement, egocentrism and narcissism of this.
"my personhood isn't defined by your perception" lmao, my perception isn't defined by your personhood or whatever the fuck you think you are. If I see a man, you are a man to me, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. You cannot change nor define what I perceive you are just by mere words.
We are all people, not just our sex. You are not special.
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It's almost as if obsessively hating and seething about 50% of the population is an indicator of mental illness. This applies to radfems, MRAs, politispergs of all shapes and sizes and more.
These radfems-turned-pooners are pretty funny though. It's like a spacetime singularity of pure misery forming.
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Is she from the EU? I've definitely heard that Germany treats them both like controlled substances, where you need a prescription to get them. This leads to Germans acting like Americans buying a 200ct bottle of ibuprofen are crazy pill popper drug addicts.
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First it was incels trying to become women, now it's radfems trying to become men. What the fuck is going on?! What causes this: "I hate you, I want to become you" mentality?
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Gay porn brain damage, as, just as bafflingly, a lot of feminists are fujos.
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Exactly this. For me, woman is not a slur, man is not a slur either. Do you perceive any of these as such? Not my fucking problem.
If I go with your stupid language exceptions and engage in your stupid fantasy where you perceive woman as a slur for a less-than-full-person, then I diminish myself and other women too.
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On top is unrelated shit; check out the tag on that lower poll
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Jacques1194
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Non-Binary club on Quora. Basically, these people make pronouns meaningless by claiming you can identify as nonbinary but still use she/they pronouns. Also, they claim pronouns aren't gender and that a man can use she/her pronouns. (How the fuck does that work?) Also, if pronouns are not gender, then why is using "wrong" ones misgendering and such a hate crime? I've never seen a movement that is so determined to attract every possible narcissist.
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If pronouns don’t indicate gender, then… what do they indicate? Why even bother?