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Lesbian women are having to meet secretly to avoid sexually insistent trans-identified males. Female same-sex orientation angers many ‘lesbian’ transwomen, who soon turn from wheedling to fury at a woman’s rejection of penis. Catherine Drury introduces the ‘Cotton Ceiling’ and laments the pressure on young lesbians to turn trans-male. This is feminism 6.
David Wong describes how he, like all men, was subtly trained to view sexually assaulting women as normal and desirable.
It turns out that claiming a transgender identity is a coat of armour against justifiable criticisms of male violence. In a way, it’s magical. Even a homicidal bigot can be insulated from the wrath of social justice criticisms if he claims to be trapped in the wrong gender.
Just thinking about this transgender ideology, this insistence that a woman is someone who ‘feels’ like a woman and it’s nothing to do with bodies or biology. I just wanted to point out that most women HATE their bodies. Trans women seem very, very confused about what the reality of women’s lives are like. They don’t have the monopoly on feeling like you’re ‘in the wrong body’; every single woman I know has a really complicated relationship with her body.
Re-posted from Smashing Gender Change by the admirable Hope “Street Voice” Lye: The ‘Not Guilty’ verdict for Ched Evans in his recent re-trial for rape has left many women angry and rightfully so. This has sent rape trials back 30 years where the defence can use any means to attack the victim
Pretty much every woman I know has experienced sexual harassment, sexual assault or rape. I have. All three. More than once. I didn’t talk about it. We don’t do we? Sometimes, we can’t even label it. It’s too hard and it goes against the socialisation we have had since birth.
Childhood: the first messages. Directed at me! Me, a present-dwelling little stir of thoughts and emotions, hungers, sadnesses, furies and delights. There were men who knew better than me what I was: aged nine, a ‘future heartbreaker’, at twelve, something that could be touched, grabbed, at random, at will. Their