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I increasingly distrust the language of “multiple crises.”

AI-driven labour displacement.
Climate catastrophe.
Right-wing populism.
Fascism.
Racism.
Sexism.
The organised backlash against queer existence.

We are encouraged to catalogue these as separate problems, each requiring its own specialist vocabulary, institution, funding stream and respectable panel discussion.

But they are not unrelated phenomena.

They emerge from overlapping structures of domination.

The same political economy that renders a worker disposable can render a forest disposable. The same authoritarian imagination that reduces migrants to a demographic threat reduces queer people to a threat against an imagined social order. The same hierarchical logic that demands obedience from bodies demands obedience from nature, labour and dissent.

And when the system produces insecurity, it offers a remarkably convenient explanation:

Not the structure.
The Other.

The migrant.
The queer person.
The feminist.
The unemployed.
The dissenter.

Someone must be made responsible for conditions they did not create.

This is not an accident. It is politically useful.

So I am less interested in asking which crisis we should address first than in asking what keeps producing them.

Because if we merely treat the symptoms, the machinery remains intact.

And machinery does not become humane because we learn to describe its victims more politely.

Find the structure.
Name the hierarchy.
Follow the power.

Then start taking the machine apart.

#Antifascism #ClimateJustice #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Feminism #AntiRacism #WorkersRights #HumanRights #Solidarity

I increasingly distrust the language of “multiple crises.”

AI-driven labour displacement.
Climate catastrophe.
Right-wing populism.
Fascism.
Racism.
Sexism.
The organised backlash against queer existence.

We are encouraged to catalogue these as separate problems, each requiring its own specialist vocabulary, institution, funding stream and respectable panel discussion.

But they are not unrelated phenomena.

They emerge from overlapping structures of domination.

The same political economy that renders a worker disposable can render a forest disposable. The same authoritarian imagination that reduces migrants to a demographic threat reduces queer people to a threat against an imagined social order. The same hierarchical logic that demands obedience from bodies demands obedience from nature, labour and dissent.

And when the system produces insecurity, it offers a remarkably convenient explanation:

Not the structure.
The Other.

The migrant.
The queer person.
The feminist.
The unemployed.
The dissenter.

Someone must be made responsible for conditions they did not create.

This is not an accident. It is politically useful.

So I am less interested in asking which crisis we should address first than in asking what keeps producing them.

Because if we merely treat the symptoms, the machinery remains intact.

And machinery does not become humane because we learn to describe its victims more politely.

Find the structure.
Name the hierarchy.
Follow the power.

Then start taking the machine apart.

#Antifascism #ClimateJustice #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Feminism #AntiRacism #WorkersRights #HumanRights #Solidarity

I increasingly distrust the language of “multiple crises.”

AI-driven labour displacement.
Climate catastrophe.
Right-wing populism.
Fascism.
Racism.
Sexism.
The organised backlash against queer existence.

We are encouraged to catalogue these as separate problems, each requiring its own specialist vocabulary, institution, funding stream and respectable panel discussion.

But they are not unrelated phenomena.

They emerge from overlapping structures of domination.

The same political economy that renders a worker disposable can render a forest disposable. The same authoritarian imagination that reduces migrants to a demographic threat reduces queer people to a threat against an imagined social order. The same hierarchical logic that demands obedience from bodies demands obedience from nature, labour and dissent.

And when the system produces insecurity, it offers a remarkably convenient explanation:

Not the structure.
The Other.

The migrant.
The queer person.
The feminist.
The unemployed.
The dissenter.

Someone must be made responsible for conditions they did not create.

This is not an accident. It is politically useful.

So I am less interested in asking which crisis we should address first than in asking what keeps producing them.

Because if we merely treat the symptoms, the machinery remains intact.

And machinery does not become humane because we learn to describe its victims more politely.

Find the structure.
Name the hierarchy.
Follow the power.

Then start taking the machine apart.

#Antifascism #ClimateJustice #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Feminism #AntiRacism #WorkersRights #HumanRights #Solidarity

I increasingly distrust the language of “multiple crises.”

AI-driven labour displacement.
Climate catastrophe.
Right-wing populism.
Fascism.
Racism.
Sexism.
The organised backlash against queer existence.

We are encouraged to catalogue these as separate problems, each requiring its own specialist vocabulary, institution, funding stream and respectable panel discussion.

But they are not unrelated phenomena.

They emerge from overlapping structures of domination.

The same political economy that renders a worker disposable can render a forest disposable. The same authoritarian imagination that reduces migrants to a demographic threat reduces queer people to a threat against an imagined social order. The same hierarchical logic that demands obedience from bodies demands obedience from nature, labour and dissent.

And when the system produces insecurity, it offers a remarkably convenient explanation:

Not the structure.
The Other.

The migrant.
The queer person.
The feminist.
The unemployed.
The dissenter.

Someone must be made responsible for conditions they did not create.

This is not an accident. It is politically useful.

So I am less interested in asking which crisis we should address first than in asking what keeps producing them.

Because if we merely treat the symptoms, the machinery remains intact.

And machinery does not become humane because we learn to describe its victims more politely.

Find the structure.
Name the hierarchy.
Follow the power.

Then start taking the machine apart.

#Antifascism #ClimateJustice #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Feminism #AntiRacism #WorkersRights #HumanRights #Solidarity

I increasingly distrust the language of “multiple crises.”

AI-driven labour displacement.
Climate catastrophe.
Right-wing populism.
Fascism.
Racism.
Sexism.
The organised backlash against queer existence.

We are encouraged to catalogue these as separate problems, each requiring its own specialist vocabulary, institution, funding stream and respectable panel discussion.

But they are not unrelated phenomena.

They emerge from overlapping structures of domination.

The same political economy that renders a worker disposable can render a forest disposable. The same authoritarian imagination that reduces migrants to a demographic threat reduces queer people to a threat against an imagined social order. The same hierarchical logic that demands obedience from bodies demands obedience from nature, labour and dissent.

And when the system produces insecurity, it offers a remarkably convenient explanation:

Not the structure.
The Other.

The migrant.
The queer person.
The feminist.
The unemployed.
The dissenter.

Someone must be made responsible for conditions they did not create.

This is not an accident. It is politically useful.

So I am less interested in asking which crisis we should address first than in asking what keeps producing them.

Because if we merely treat the symptoms, the machinery remains intact.

And machinery does not become humane because we learn to describe its victims more politely.

Find the structure.
Name the hierarchy.
Follow the power.

Then start taking the machine apart.

#Antifascism #ClimateJustice #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Feminism #AntiRacism #WorkersRights #HumanRights #Solidarity

There is a political project underway to make transgender existence pathological again.

That distinction matters.

This is not merely about terminology. It is about institutional power: who gets to define a person's identity, whose account of their own existence is considered credible, and what happens when an individual refuses the definition imposed upon them.

The historical pattern is not particularly obscure.
First, difference is classified as disorder.
Then disorder becomes evidence of incapacity.
Incapacity becomes justification for paternalism.
Paternalism becomes coercion.

At that point, the institution no longer has to demonstrate that the person is dangerous. It merely has to establish that the person is not sufficiently competent to define themselves.

This is how medical authority can become a technology of social conformity.

And no, putting this process inside a psychiatric framework does not make it benevolent. Calling coercion treatment does not alter its coercive character. Calling confinement care does not make the locked door disappear.

There is a particularly grotesque irony here: people who insist that transgender identities are merely ideological constructions are perfectly willing to construct an elaborate ideological apparatus around the proposition that trans people are mentally defective.

The objective is not scientific neutrality.
It is disciplinary legitimacy.

So let us dispense with the euphemisms.

If your political programme requires declaring an entire class of people mentally ill because they refuse to live according to your preferred conception of gender, you are not practising medicine. You are practising social control.

And if your proposed remedy is to remove those people from society until they become sufficiently compliant, then the problem is not their supposed pathology.

It is your willingness to manufacture pathology in order to justify their removal.

History has a name for that kind of medicine.

It is not care.
It is not neutrality.
And it is certainly not progress.

We have already seen what happens when institutions are given the authority to decide which identities constitute legitimate human existence. We do not owe anyone the opportunity to repeat the experiment on us.

#TransRights #TransLiberation #TransIsNotAnIllness #QueerLiberation #MedicalEthics #HumanRights #Antifascism #EndTransphobia #NoGoingBack

There is a political project underway to make transgender existence pathological again.

That distinction matters.

This is not merely about terminology. It is about institutional power: who gets to define a person's identity, whose account of their own existence is considered credible, and what happens when an individual refuses the definition imposed upon them.

The historical pattern is not particularly obscure.
First, difference is classified as disorder.
Then disorder becomes evidence of incapacity.
Incapacity becomes justification for paternalism.
Paternalism becomes coercion.

At that point, the institution no longer has to demonstrate that the person is dangerous. It merely has to establish that the person is not sufficiently competent to define themselves.

This is how medical authority can become a technology of social conformity.

And no, putting this process inside a psychiatric framework does not make it benevolent. Calling coercion treatment does not alter its coercive character. Calling confinement care does not make the locked door disappear.

There is a particularly grotesque irony here: people who insist that transgender identities are merely ideological constructions are perfectly willing to construct an elaborate ideological apparatus around the proposition that trans people are mentally defective.

The objective is not scientific neutrality.
It is disciplinary legitimacy.

So let us dispense with the euphemisms.

If your political programme requires declaring an entire class of people mentally ill because they refuse to live according to your preferred conception of gender, you are not practising medicine. You are practising social control.

And if your proposed remedy is to remove those people from society until they become sufficiently compliant, then the problem is not their supposed pathology.

It is your willingness to manufacture pathology in order to justify their removal.

History has a name for that kind of medicine.

It is not care.
It is not neutrality.
And it is certainly not progress.

We have already seen what happens when institutions are given the authority to decide which identities constitute legitimate human existence. We do not owe anyone the opportunity to repeat the experiment on us.

#TransRights #TransLiberation #TransIsNotAnIllness #QueerLiberation #MedicalEthics #HumanRights #Antifascism #EndTransphobia #NoGoingBack

There is a political project underway to make transgender existence pathological again.

That distinction matters.

This is not merely about terminology. It is about institutional power: who gets to define a person's identity, whose account of their own existence is considered credible, and what happens when an individual refuses the definition imposed upon them.

The historical pattern is not particularly obscure.
First, difference is classified as disorder.
Then disorder becomes evidence of incapacity.
Incapacity becomes justification for paternalism.
Paternalism becomes coercion.

At that point, the institution no longer has to demonstrate that the person is dangerous. It merely has to establish that the person is not sufficiently competent to define themselves.

This is how medical authority can become a technology of social conformity.

And no, putting this process inside a psychiatric framework does not make it benevolent. Calling coercion treatment does not alter its coercive character. Calling confinement care does not make the locked door disappear.

There is a particularly grotesque irony here: people who insist that transgender identities are merely ideological constructions are perfectly willing to construct an elaborate ideological apparatus around the proposition that trans people are mentally defective.

The objective is not scientific neutrality.
It is disciplinary legitimacy.

So let us dispense with the euphemisms.

If your political programme requires declaring an entire class of people mentally ill because they refuse to live according to your preferred conception of gender, you are not practising medicine. You are practising social control.

And if your proposed remedy is to remove those people from society until they become sufficiently compliant, then the problem is not their supposed pathology.

It is your willingness to manufacture pathology in order to justify their removal.

History has a name for that kind of medicine.

It is not care.
It is not neutrality.
And it is certainly not progress.

We have already seen what happens when institutions are given the authority to decide which identities constitute legitimate human existence. We do not owe anyone the opportunity to repeat the experiment on us.

#TransRights #TransLiberation #TransIsNotAnIllness #QueerLiberation #MedicalEthics #HumanRights #Antifascism #EndTransphobia #NoGoingBack

There is a political project underway to make transgender existence pathological again.

That distinction matters.

This is not merely about terminology. It is about institutional power: who gets to define a person's identity, whose account of their own existence is considered credible, and what happens when an individual refuses the definition imposed upon them.

The historical pattern is not particularly obscure.
First, difference is classified as disorder.
Then disorder becomes evidence of incapacity.
Incapacity becomes justification for paternalism.
Paternalism becomes coercion.

At that point, the institution no longer has to demonstrate that the person is dangerous. It merely has to establish that the person is not sufficiently competent to define themselves.

This is how medical authority can become a technology of social conformity.

And no, putting this process inside a psychiatric framework does not make it benevolent. Calling coercion treatment does not alter its coercive character. Calling confinement care does not make the locked door disappear.

There is a particularly grotesque irony here: people who insist that transgender identities are merely ideological constructions are perfectly willing to construct an elaborate ideological apparatus around the proposition that trans people are mentally defective.

The objective is not scientific neutrality.
It is disciplinary legitimacy.

So let us dispense with the euphemisms.

If your political programme requires declaring an entire class of people mentally ill because they refuse to live according to your preferred conception of gender, you are not practising medicine. You are practising social control.

And if your proposed remedy is to remove those people from society until they become sufficiently compliant, then the problem is not their supposed pathology.

It is your willingness to manufacture pathology in order to justify their removal.

History has a name for that kind of medicine.

It is not care.
It is not neutrality.
And it is certainly not progress.

We have already seen what happens when institutions are given the authority to decide which identities constitute legitimate human existence. We do not owe anyone the opportunity to repeat the experiment on us.

#TransRights #TransLiberation #TransIsNotAnIllness #QueerLiberation #MedicalEthics #HumanRights #Antifascism #EndTransphobia #NoGoingBack

There is a political project underway to make transgender existence pathological again.

That distinction matters.

This is not merely about terminology. It is about institutional power: who gets to define a person's identity, whose account of their own existence is considered credible, and what happens when an individual refuses the definition imposed upon them.

The historical pattern is not particularly obscure.
First, difference is classified as disorder.
Then disorder becomes evidence of incapacity.
Incapacity becomes justification for paternalism.
Paternalism becomes coercion.

At that point, the institution no longer has to demonstrate that the person is dangerous. It merely has to establish that the person is not sufficiently competent to define themselves.

This is how medical authority can become a technology of social conformity.

And no, putting this process inside a psychiatric framework does not make it benevolent. Calling coercion treatment does not alter its coercive character. Calling confinement care does not make the locked door disappear.

There is a particularly grotesque irony here: people who insist that transgender identities are merely ideological constructions are perfectly willing to construct an elaborate ideological apparatus around the proposition that trans people are mentally defective.

The objective is not scientific neutrality.
It is disciplinary legitimacy.

So let us dispense with the euphemisms.

If your political programme requires declaring an entire class of people mentally ill because they refuse to live according to your preferred conception of gender, you are not practising medicine. You are practising social control.

And if your proposed remedy is to remove those people from society until they become sufficiently compliant, then the problem is not their supposed pathology.

It is your willingness to manufacture pathology in order to justify their removal.

History has a name for that kind of medicine.

It is not care.
It is not neutrality.
And it is certainly not progress.

We have already seen what happens when institutions are given the authority to decide which identities constitute legitimate human existence. We do not owe anyone the opportunity to repeat the experiment on us.

#TransRights #TransLiberation #TransIsNotAnIllness #QueerLiberation #MedicalEthics #HumanRights #Antifascism #EndTransphobia #NoGoingBack

Ah yes. The great fascist emergency:

RAINBOWS.

Apparently a bit of colour on a wall is now a sinister ideological occupation force.

Paint over it with a German flag, though, and suddenly it’s “just as it should be.” 🤡

And then comes my favourite little sentence:

“Tolerance and diversity are being forced on me.”

Oh sweetheart.

If your freedom requires everyone else to disappear, you don't want freedom. You want the freedom to spew your hateful nationalism without any resistance.

You don't want “unpolitical.”
You want your politics to be the wallpaper.

You don't want to be left alone.
You want us to be invisible.

And no, I don't think you're confused.

I think you know exactly what you're doing.

That's the ugly little secret underneath all that whining about “perversion” and “having things shoved in your face”:

You want us gone.

Well.

How terribly inconvenient.

We're still here.
We're loud.
We're queer.
We're colourful.
And we're not asking your permission.

Deutschland verrecke! 🏳️‍🌈

#Antifascism #FuckFascism #QueerLiberation #LGBTQIA #NoPasaran #Germany #Diversity #Pride

Ah yes. The great fascist emergency:

RAINBOWS.

Apparently a bit of colour on a wall is now a sinister ideological occupation force.

Paint over it with a German flag, though, and suddenly it’s “just as it should be.” 🤡

And then comes my favourite little sentence:

“Tolerance and diversity are being forced on me.”

Oh sweetheart.

If your freedom requires everyone else to disappear, you don't want freedom. You want the freedom to spew your hateful nationalism without any resistance.

You don't want “unpolitical.”
You want your politics to be the wallpaper.

You don't want to be left alone.
You want us to be invisible.

And no, I don't think you're confused.

I think you know exactly what you're doing.

That's the ugly little secret underneath all that whining about “perversion” and “having things shoved in your face”:

You want us gone.

Well.

How terribly inconvenient.

We're still here.
We're loud.
We're queer.
We're colourful.
And we're not asking your permission.

Deutschland verrecke! 🏳️‍🌈

#Antifascism #FuckFascism #QueerLiberation #LGBTQIA #NoPasaran #Germany #Diversity #Pride

Ah yes. The great fascist emergency:

RAINBOWS.

Apparently a bit of colour on a wall is now a sinister ideological occupation force.

Paint over it with a German flag, though, and suddenly it’s “just as it should be.” 🤡

And then comes my favourite little sentence:

“Tolerance and diversity are being forced on me.”

Oh sweetheart.

If your freedom requires everyone else to disappear, you don't want freedom. You want the freedom to spew your hateful nationalism without any resistance.

You don't want “unpolitical.”
You want your politics to be the wallpaper.

You don't want to be left alone.
You want us to be invisible.

And no, I don't think you're confused.

I think you know exactly what you're doing.

That's the ugly little secret underneath all that whining about “perversion” and “having things shoved in your face”:

You want us gone.

Well.

How terribly inconvenient.

We're still here.
We're loud.
We're queer.
We're colourful.
And we're not asking your permission.

Deutschland verrecke! 🏳️‍🌈

#Antifascism #FuckFascism #QueerLiberation #LGBTQIA #NoPasaran #Germany #Diversity #Pride

Ah yes. The great fascist emergency:

RAINBOWS.

Apparently a bit of colour on a wall is now a sinister ideological occupation force.

Paint over it with a German flag, though, and suddenly it’s “just as it should be.” 🤡

And then comes my favourite little sentence:

“Tolerance and diversity are being forced on me.”

Oh sweetheart.

If your freedom requires everyone else to disappear, you don't want freedom. You want the freedom to spew your hateful nationalism without any resistance.

You don't want “unpolitical.”
You want your politics to be the wallpaper.

You don't want to be left alone.
You want us to be invisible.

And no, I don't think you're confused.

I think you know exactly what you're doing.

That's the ugly little secret underneath all that whining about “perversion” and “having things shoved in your face”:

You want us gone.

Well.

How terribly inconvenient.

We're still here.
We're loud.
We're queer.
We're colourful.
And we're not asking your permission.

Deutschland verrecke! 🏳️‍🌈

#Antifascism #FuckFascism #QueerLiberation #LGBTQIA #NoPasaran #Germany #Diversity #Pride

This post starts with a warning. A terribly important warning that you probably don't expect, at least not from me. But hear me out:

Trans people are extremely fucking dangerous!

We are dangerous in the way that a cat is dangerous to a carefully arranged bookshelf.

We are dangerous in the way that a question is dangerous to a very bad answer.

We are dangerous in the way that a tiny stone is dangerous to a machine designed on the assumption that nothing will ever get stuck in the gears.

We are dangerous because we demonstrate something profoundly inconvenient:

the boxes are not laws of nature.

Someone drew them.

Someone named them.

Someone decided who goes where.

Someone built an entire social architecture around pretending that the boxes had been handed down from the heavens, carved into the chromosomes, engraved into the bones, and personally notarised by God.

And then along comes some queer little creature with purple hair going,

“Hmm. I don’t think this box fits.”

Catastrophe!

Civilisation trembles!

Someone phones the newspapers.

Someone demands a parliamentary inquiry into the alarming existence of a person who bought the wrong socks.

Because gender, apparently, is supposed to be terribly simple.

You are assigned a category.

The category comes with instructions.

The instructions come with expectations.

The expectations come with consequences.

And everyone is supposed to nod politely and spend the next eighty years pretending this arrangement was inevitable.

Except humans are gloriously terrible at obeying arbitrary rules forever.

We transition.

We question.

We experiment.

We refuse.

We discover ourselves.

We change our names.

We change our clothes.

We change our pronouns.

We change our lives.

And sometimes we look at a rule that has been treated as sacred for centuries and say:

“That’s a funny-looking rule.”

This is where things become politically inconvenient.

Because patriarchy doesn't merely say that people have genders.

It says gender tells us who should lead, who should obey, who should provide, who should nurture, who should speak, who should remain quiet, who should be powerful, who should be pretty, who should be tough, and who should bloody well know their place.

Authoritarian religion can turn that into theology:

Someone else gets to tell you what you are.

Capitalism can turn it into administration:

Someone else gets to categorise you, market you, insure you, employ you, regulate you, and sell things to you on the basis of that category.

And authoritarian politics can turn it into a particularly ugly little demand:

Stay where we put you.

Trans people answer:

No.

Not because every trans person has read Gramsci before breakfast.

Not because we have all assembled a revolutionary committee beneath the local kebab shop.

Sometimes we're just trying to figure out why our reflection looks wrong.

Sometimes we're just trying to survive.

Sometimes we're just trying to buy a fucking skirt without somebody writing a newspaper column about it.

But our existence nevertheless demonstrates something revolutionary:

identity is not necessarily obedience.

And once that idea exists, you can't put it neatly back into the box.

Because someone else starts wondering:

Why do I have to be this way?

Who said?

Why?

What happens if I don't?

Who benefits?

And why does my freedom make you angry?

Oh dear.

There goes the furniture.

The great secret is that rigid systems don't necessarily fear the individual.

They fear the example.

One person stepping outside the line proves the line can be crossed.

One person surviving outside the category proves the category wasn't the universe.

One person refusing their assigned role creates the horrifying possibility that other people might realise they have choices too.

And suddenly the problem isn't:

“What are trans people doing to society?”

The problem becomes:

“Why does society require everyone to be this particular way in the first place?”

That is the dangerous question.

So yes.

I was wrong.

Trans people are dangerous.

We are dangerous to compulsory conformity.

Dangerous to inherited hierarchies.

Dangerous to authoritarian certainty.

Dangerous to the idea that bodies come with political instructions attached.

Dangerous to the notion that identity is something assigned once, stamped on the forehead, filed in triplicate, and never questioned again.

We are dangerous because we keep demonstrating that human beings are messy.

Wonderful.

Contradictory.

Uncooperative.

Impossible to sort perfectly into little administrative boxes.

And if your entire social order requires human beings to remain inside those boxes forever, then perhaps the existential threat isn't the person climbing out.

Perhaps the existential threat is the fact that the box was never the world.

It was only a box.

And somebody just opened the lid.

Sorry about that.

Well.

Not that sorry.

#TransRights #TransLiberation #NonBinary #GenderFreedom #FuckThePatriarchy #QueerLiberation #ResistConformity #SmashTheBoxes #BeDangerous #RadicalQueer

This post starts with a warning. A terribly important warning that you probably don't expect, at least not from me. But hear me out:

Trans people are extremely fucking dangerous!

We are dangerous in the way that a cat is dangerous to a carefully arranged bookshelf.

We are dangerous in the way that a question is dangerous to a very bad answer.

We are dangerous in the way that a tiny stone is dangerous to a machine designed on the assumption that nothing will ever get stuck in the gears.

We are dangerous because we demonstrate something profoundly inconvenient:

the boxes are not laws of nature.

Someone drew them.

Someone named them.

Someone decided who goes where.

Someone built an entire social architecture around pretending that the boxes had been handed down from the heavens, carved into the chromosomes, engraved into the bones, and personally notarised by God.

And then along comes some queer little creature with purple hair going,

“Hmm. I don’t think this box fits.”

Catastrophe!

Civilisation trembles!

Someone phones the newspapers.

Someone demands a parliamentary inquiry into the alarming existence of a person who bought the wrong socks.

Because gender, apparently, is supposed to be terribly simple.

You are assigned a category.

The category comes with instructions.

The instructions come with expectations.

The expectations come with consequences.

And everyone is supposed to nod politely and spend the next eighty years pretending this arrangement was inevitable.

Except humans are gloriously terrible at obeying arbitrary rules forever.

We transition.

We question.

We experiment.

We refuse.

We discover ourselves.

We change our names.

We change our clothes.

We change our pronouns.

We change our lives.

And sometimes we look at a rule that has been treated as sacred for centuries and say:

“That’s a funny-looking rule.”

This is where things become politically inconvenient.

Because patriarchy doesn't merely say that people have genders.

It says gender tells us who should lead, who should obey, who should provide, who should nurture, who should speak, who should remain quiet, who should be powerful, who should be pretty, who should be tough, and who should bloody well know their place.

Authoritarian religion can turn that into theology:

Someone else gets to tell you what you are.

Capitalism can turn it into administration:

Someone else gets to categorise you, market you, insure you, employ you, regulate you, and sell things to you on the basis of that category.

And authoritarian politics can turn it into a particularly ugly little demand:

Stay where we put you.

Trans people answer:

No.

Not because every trans person has read Gramsci before breakfast.

Not because we have all assembled a revolutionary committee beneath the local kebab shop.

Sometimes we're just trying to figure out why our reflection looks wrong.

Sometimes we're just trying to survive.

Sometimes we're just trying to buy a fucking skirt without somebody writing a newspaper column about it.

But our existence nevertheless demonstrates something revolutionary:

identity is not necessarily obedience.

And once that idea exists, you can't put it neatly back into the box.

Because someone else starts wondering:

Why do I have to be this way?

Who said?

Why?

What happens if I don't?

Who benefits?

And why does my freedom make you angry?

Oh dear.

There goes the furniture.

The great secret is that rigid systems don't necessarily fear the individual.

They fear the example.

One person stepping outside the line proves the line can be crossed.

One person surviving outside the category proves the category wasn't the universe.

One person refusing their assigned role creates the horrifying possibility that other people might realise they have choices too.

And suddenly the problem isn't:

“What are trans people doing to society?”

The problem becomes:

“Why does society require everyone to be this particular way in the first place?”

That is the dangerous question.

So yes.

I was wrong.

Trans people are dangerous.

We are dangerous to compulsory conformity.

Dangerous to inherited hierarchies.

Dangerous to authoritarian certainty.

Dangerous to the idea that bodies come with political instructions attached.

Dangerous to the notion that identity is something assigned once, stamped on the forehead, filed in triplicate, and never questioned again.

We are dangerous because we keep demonstrating that human beings are messy.

Wonderful.

Contradictory.

Uncooperative.

Impossible to sort perfectly into little administrative boxes.

And if your entire social order requires human beings to remain inside those boxes forever, then perhaps the existential threat isn't the person climbing out.

Perhaps the existential threat is the fact that the box was never the world.

It was only a box.

And somebody just opened the lid.

Sorry about that.

Well.

Not that sorry.

#TransRights #TransLiberation #NonBinary #GenderFreedom #FuckThePatriarchy #QueerLiberation #ResistConformity #SmashTheBoxes #BeDangerous #RadicalQueer

This post starts with a warning. A terribly important warning that you probably don't expect, at least not from me. But hear me out:

Trans people are extremely fucking dangerous!

We are dangerous in the way that a cat is dangerous to a carefully arranged bookshelf.

We are dangerous in the way that a question is dangerous to a very bad answer.

We are dangerous in the way that a tiny stone is dangerous to a machine designed on the assumption that nothing will ever get stuck in the gears.

We are dangerous because we demonstrate something profoundly inconvenient:

the boxes are not laws of nature.

Someone drew them.

Someone named them.

Someone decided who goes where.

Someone built an entire social architecture around pretending that the boxes had been handed down from the heavens, carved into the chromosomes, engraved into the bones, and personally notarised by God.

And then along comes some queer little creature with purple hair going,

“Hmm. I don’t think this box fits.”

Catastrophe!

Civilisation trembles!

Someone phones the newspapers.

Someone demands a parliamentary inquiry into the alarming existence of a person who bought the wrong socks.

Because gender, apparently, is supposed to be terribly simple.

You are assigned a category.

The category comes with instructions.

The instructions come with expectations.

The expectations come with consequences.

And everyone is supposed to nod politely and spend the next eighty years pretending this arrangement was inevitable.

Except humans are gloriously terrible at obeying arbitrary rules forever.

We transition.

We question.

We experiment.

We refuse.

We discover ourselves.

We change our names.

We change our clothes.

We change our pronouns.

We change our lives.

And sometimes we look at a rule that has been treated as sacred for centuries and say:

“That’s a funny-looking rule.”

This is where things become politically inconvenient.

Because patriarchy doesn't merely say that people have genders.

It says gender tells us who should lead, who should obey, who should provide, who should nurture, who should speak, who should remain quiet, who should be powerful, who should be pretty, who should be tough, and who should bloody well know their place.

Authoritarian religion can turn that into theology:

Someone else gets to tell you what you are.

Capitalism can turn it into administration:

Someone else gets to categorise you, market you, insure you, employ you, regulate you, and sell things to you on the basis of that category.

And authoritarian politics can turn it into a particularly ugly little demand:

Stay where we put you.

Trans people answer:

No.

Not because every trans person has read Gramsci before breakfast.

Not because we have all assembled a revolutionary committee beneath the local kebab shop.

Sometimes we're just trying to figure out why our reflection looks wrong.

Sometimes we're just trying to survive.

Sometimes we're just trying to buy a fucking skirt without somebody writing a newspaper column about it.

But our existence nevertheless demonstrates something revolutionary:

identity is not necessarily obedience.

And once that idea exists, you can't put it neatly back into the box.

Because someone else starts wondering:

Why do I have to be this way?

Who said?

Why?

What happens if I don't?

Who benefits?

And why does my freedom make you angry?

Oh dear.

There goes the furniture.

The great secret is that rigid systems don't necessarily fear the individual.

They fear the example.

One person stepping outside the line proves the line can be crossed.

One person surviving outside the category proves the category wasn't the universe.

One person refusing their assigned role creates the horrifying possibility that other people might realise they have choices too.

And suddenly the problem isn't:

“What are trans people doing to society?”

The problem becomes:

“Why does society require everyone to be this particular way in the first place?”

That is the dangerous question.

So yes.

I was wrong.

Trans people are dangerous.

We are dangerous to compulsory conformity.

Dangerous to inherited hierarchies.

Dangerous to authoritarian certainty.

Dangerous to the idea that bodies come with political instructions attached.

Dangerous to the notion that identity is something assigned once, stamped on the forehead, filed in triplicate, and never questioned again.

We are dangerous because we keep demonstrating that human beings are messy.

Wonderful.

Contradictory.

Uncooperative.

Impossible to sort perfectly into little administrative boxes.

And if your entire social order requires human beings to remain inside those boxes forever, then perhaps the existential threat isn't the person climbing out.

Perhaps the existential threat is the fact that the box was never the world.

It was only a box.

And somebody just opened the lid.

Sorry about that.

Well.

Not that sorry.

#TransRights #TransLiberation #NonBinary #GenderFreedom #FuckThePatriarchy #QueerLiberation #ResistConformity #SmashTheBoxes #BeDangerous #RadicalQueer

This post starts with a warning. A terribly important warning that you probably don't expect, at least not from me. But hear me out:

Trans people are extremely fucking dangerous!

We are dangerous in the way that a cat is dangerous to a carefully arranged bookshelf.

We are dangerous in the way that a question is dangerous to a very bad answer.

We are dangerous in the way that a tiny stone is dangerous to a machine designed on the assumption that nothing will ever get stuck in the gears.

We are dangerous because we demonstrate something profoundly inconvenient:

the boxes are not laws of nature.

Someone drew them.

Someone named them.

Someone decided who goes where.

Someone built an entire social architecture around pretending that the boxes had been handed down from the heavens, carved into the chromosomes, engraved into the bones, and personally notarised by God.

And then along comes some queer little creature with purple hair going,

“Hmm. I don’t think this box fits.”

Catastrophe!

Civilisation trembles!

Someone phones the newspapers.

Someone demands a parliamentary inquiry into the alarming existence of a person who bought the wrong socks.

Because gender, apparently, is supposed to be terribly simple.

You are assigned a category.

The category comes with instructions.

The instructions come with expectations.

The expectations come with consequences.

And everyone is supposed to nod politely and spend the next eighty years pretending this arrangement was inevitable.

Except humans are gloriously terrible at obeying arbitrary rules forever.

We transition.

We question.

We experiment.

We refuse.

We discover ourselves.

We change our names.

We change our clothes.

We change our pronouns.

We change our lives.

And sometimes we look at a rule that has been treated as sacred for centuries and say:

“That’s a funny-looking rule.”

This is where things become politically inconvenient.

Because patriarchy doesn't merely say that people have genders.

It says gender tells us who should lead, who should obey, who should provide, who should nurture, who should speak, who should remain quiet, who should be powerful, who should be pretty, who should be tough, and who should bloody well know their place.

Authoritarian religion can turn that into theology:

Someone else gets to tell you what you are.

Capitalism can turn it into administration:

Someone else gets to categorise you, market you, insure you, employ you, regulate you, and sell things to you on the basis of that category.

And authoritarian politics can turn it into a particularly ugly little demand:

Stay where we put you.

Trans people answer:

No.

Not because every trans person has read Gramsci before breakfast.

Not because we have all assembled a revolutionary committee beneath the local kebab shop.

Sometimes we're just trying to figure out why our reflection looks wrong.

Sometimes we're just trying to survive.

Sometimes we're just trying to buy a fucking skirt without somebody writing a newspaper column about it.

But our existence nevertheless demonstrates something revolutionary:

identity is not necessarily obedience.

And once that idea exists, you can't put it neatly back into the box.

Because someone else starts wondering:

Why do I have to be this way?

Who said?

Why?

What happens if I don't?

Who benefits?

And why does my freedom make you angry?

Oh dear.

There goes the furniture.

The great secret is that rigid systems don't necessarily fear the individual.

They fear the example.

One person stepping outside the line proves the line can be crossed.

One person surviving outside the category proves the category wasn't the universe.

One person refusing their assigned role creates the horrifying possibility that other people might realise they have choices too.

And suddenly the problem isn't:

“What are trans people doing to society?”

The problem becomes:

“Why does society require everyone to be this particular way in the first place?”

That is the dangerous question.

So yes.

I was wrong.

Trans people are dangerous.

We are dangerous to compulsory conformity.

Dangerous to inherited hierarchies.

Dangerous to authoritarian certainty.

Dangerous to the idea that bodies come with political instructions attached.

Dangerous to the notion that identity is something assigned once, stamped on the forehead, filed in triplicate, and never questioned again.

We are dangerous because we keep demonstrating that human beings are messy.

Wonderful.

Contradictory.

Uncooperative.

Impossible to sort perfectly into little administrative boxes.

And if your entire social order requires human beings to remain inside those boxes forever, then perhaps the existential threat isn't the person climbing out.

Perhaps the existential threat is the fact that the box was never the world.

It was only a box.

And somebody just opened the lid.

Sorry about that.

Well.

Not that sorry.

#TransRights #TransLiberation #NonBinary #GenderFreedom #FuckThePatriarchy #QueerLiberation #ResistConformity #SmashTheBoxes #BeDangerous #RadicalQueer

This post starts with a warning. A terribly important warning that you probably don't expect, at least not from me. But hear me out:

Trans people are extremely fucking dangerous!

We are dangerous in the way that a cat is dangerous to a carefully arranged bookshelf.

We are dangerous in the way that a question is dangerous to a very bad answer.

We are dangerous in the way that a tiny stone is dangerous to a machine designed on the assumption that nothing will ever get stuck in the gears.

We are dangerous because we demonstrate something profoundly inconvenient:

the boxes are not laws of nature.

Someone drew them.

Someone named them.

Someone decided who goes where.

Someone built an entire social architecture around pretending that the boxes had been handed down from the heavens, carved into the chromosomes, engraved into the bones, and personally notarised by God.

And then along comes some queer little creature with purple hair going,

“Hmm. I don’t think this box fits.”

Catastrophe!

Civilisation trembles!

Someone phones the newspapers.

Someone demands a parliamentary inquiry into the alarming existence of a person who bought the wrong socks.

Because gender, apparently, is supposed to be terribly simple.

You are assigned a category.

The category comes with instructions.

The instructions come with expectations.

The expectations come with consequences.

And everyone is supposed to nod politely and spend the next eighty years pretending this arrangement was inevitable.

Except humans are gloriously terrible at obeying arbitrary rules forever.

We transition.

We question.

We experiment.

We refuse.

We discover ourselves.

We change our names.

We change our clothes.

We change our pronouns.

We change our lives.

And sometimes we look at a rule that has been treated as sacred for centuries and say:

“That’s a funny-looking rule.”

This is where things become politically inconvenient.

Because patriarchy doesn't merely say that people have genders.

It says gender tells us who should lead, who should obey, who should provide, who should nurture, who should speak, who should remain quiet, who should be powerful, who should be pretty, who should be tough, and who should bloody well know their place.

Authoritarian religion can turn that into theology:

Someone else gets to tell you what you are.

Capitalism can turn it into administration:

Someone else gets to categorise you, market you, insure you, employ you, regulate you, and sell things to you on the basis of that category.

And authoritarian politics can turn it into a particularly ugly little demand:

Stay where we put you.

Trans people answer:

No.

Not because every trans person has read Gramsci before breakfast.

Not because we have all assembled a revolutionary committee beneath the local kebab shop.

Sometimes we're just trying to figure out why our reflection looks wrong.

Sometimes we're just trying to survive.

Sometimes we're just trying to buy a fucking skirt without somebody writing a newspaper column about it.

But our existence nevertheless demonstrates something revolutionary:

identity is not necessarily obedience.

And once that idea exists, you can't put it neatly back into the box.

Because someone else starts wondering:

Why do I have to be this way?

Who said?

Why?

What happens if I don't?

Who benefits?

And why does my freedom make you angry?

Oh dear.

There goes the furniture.

The great secret is that rigid systems don't necessarily fear the individual.

They fear the example.

One person stepping outside the line proves the line can be crossed.

One person surviving outside the category proves the category wasn't the universe.

One person refusing their assigned role creates the horrifying possibility that other people might realise they have choices too.

And suddenly the problem isn't:

“What are trans people doing to society?”

The problem becomes:

“Why does society require everyone to be this particular way in the first place?”

That is the dangerous question.

So yes.

I was wrong.

Trans people are dangerous.

We are dangerous to compulsory conformity.

Dangerous to inherited hierarchies.

Dangerous to authoritarian certainty.

Dangerous to the idea that bodies come with political instructions attached.

Dangerous to the notion that identity is something assigned once, stamped on the forehead, filed in triplicate, and never questioned again.

We are dangerous because we keep demonstrating that human beings are messy.

Wonderful.

Contradictory.

Uncooperative.

Impossible to sort perfectly into little administrative boxes.

And if your entire social order requires human beings to remain inside those boxes forever, then perhaps the existential threat isn't the person climbing out.

Perhaps the existential threat is the fact that the box was never the world.

It was only a box.

And somebody just opened the lid.

Sorry about that.

Well.

Not that sorry.

#TransRights #TransLiberation #NonBinary #GenderFreedom #FuckThePatriarchy #QueerLiberation #ResistConformity #SmashTheBoxes #BeDangerous #RadicalQueer

“A Promise.”

Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.
Don’t you dare look away.

You wanted a war?

Here.

Here is the war you started
when you spat on the graves of the disappeared
and called it tradition.

When you tore names off school rosters
and laughed.

When you cuffed children
and marched them out of their futures
like livestock.

When you built your false god
from the bones of those
you deemed unworthy to live.

You think we forgot?

You think because the photos are in black and white
the blood dried clean?

You think because the jackboots echo
through courtrooms now
instead of streets
that we won’t hear them?

We are not your citizens.
We are not your subjects.
We are what you get
when the hunted grow teeth.

You want purity?
We bring wickedness.

You want silence?
We bring sirens.

You want obedience?
We bring the ghost of every child
you erased from census and scripture.

We are Marsha's brick.
We are Rosa’s refusal.
We are the last breath
of every queer kid you drove off the edge

and we are coming back
with fury in our minds
and your slogans gutted
on the floor.

You want law and order?
We bring riot.

You want peace?
Then put down your weapons first,
your gavel,
your border,
your Bible.

Put down that boot
you keep calling “protection.”

But you won’t, will you?

Because you were never protecting anything.
Only hoarding power.
Only fearing what you couldn’t own.

We see you.
Behind every “concerned citizen,”
we see the glint of the old iron cross.
Behind every “think of the children,”
we see the ash of bookfires.
Behind your flags
we see the graves.

And now you see us.

Not one.
Not few.
Not meek.
But many.
And furious.

We are the stones you didn’t count.
The ones with nothing left to lose.
We are the burned,
the banned,
the buried

and we do not forgive.
We do not forget.

You want civility?
You dragged us to this altar of cruelty.
Now watch what we do
with the matches.

We will light the sky
with every name you tried to unmake.
We will flood your monuments
with memory.
We will raise the dead,
in chant, in scream,
in truth tattooed across your headlines.

You made this fire.
Now choke on the smoke.

Because this is not a warning.
It is a promise:

We will not stop.
We will not bow.
We will not bury our dead quietly.
We will not let you write the ending.

We are the ending.

We are the fire.
And we are still burning.

#QueerResistance #TransRights #LGBTQIA #NeverAgain #NeverForget #AntiFascism #NoHate #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Resist #RememberTheirNames #Stonewall #MarshaPJohnson #RosaParks #Pride #Solidarity #Fascism #HumanRights #MemoryIsResistance #WeWillNotBeErased

“A Promise.”

Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.
Don’t you dare look away.

You wanted a war?

Here.

Here is the war you started
when you spat on the graves of the disappeared
and called it tradition.

When you tore names off school rosters
and laughed.

When you cuffed children
and marched them out of their futures
like livestock.

When you built your false god
from the bones of those
you deemed unworthy to live.

You think we forgot?

You think because the photos are in black and white
the blood dried clean?

You think because the jackboots echo
through courtrooms now
instead of streets
that we won’t hear them?

We are not your citizens.
We are not your subjects.
We are what you get
when the hunted grow teeth.

You want purity?
We bring wickedness.

You want silence?
We bring sirens.

You want obedience?
We bring the ghost of every child
you erased from census and scripture.

We are Marsha's brick.
We are Rosa’s refusal.
We are the last breath
of every queer kid you drove off the edge

and we are coming back
with fury in our minds
and your slogans gutted
on the floor.

You want law and order?
We bring riot.

You want peace?
Then put down your weapons first,
your gavel,
your border,
your Bible.

Put down that boot
you keep calling “protection.”

But you won’t, will you?

Because you were never protecting anything.
Only hoarding power.
Only fearing what you couldn’t own.

We see you.
Behind every “concerned citizen,”
we see the glint of the old iron cross.
Behind every “think of the children,”
we see the ash of bookfires.
Behind your flags
we see the graves.

And now you see us.

Not one.
Not few.
Not meek.
But many.
And furious.

We are the stones you didn’t count.
The ones with nothing left to lose.
We are the burned,
the banned,
the buried

and we do not forgive.
We do not forget.

You want civility?
You dragged us to this altar of cruelty.
Now watch what we do
with the matches.

We will light the sky
with every name you tried to unmake.
We will flood your monuments
with memory.
We will raise the dead,
in chant, in scream,
in truth tattooed across your headlines.

You made this fire.
Now choke on the smoke.

Because this is not a warning.
It is a promise:

We will not stop.
We will not bow.
We will not bury our dead quietly.
We will not let you write the ending.

We are the ending.

We are the fire.
And we are still burning.

#QueerResistance #TransRights #LGBTQIA #NeverAgain #NeverForget #AntiFascism #NoHate #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Resist #RememberTheirNames #Stonewall #MarshaPJohnson #RosaParks #Pride #Solidarity #Fascism #HumanRights #MemoryIsResistance #WeWillNotBeErased

“A Promise.”

Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.
Don’t you dare look away.

You wanted a war?

Here.

Here is the war you started
when you spat on the graves of the disappeared
and called it tradition.

When you tore names off school rosters
and laughed.

When you cuffed children
and marched them out of their futures
like livestock.

When you built your false god
from the bones of those
you deemed unworthy to live.

You think we forgot?

You think because the photos are in black and white
the blood dried clean?

You think because the jackboots echo
through courtrooms now
instead of streets
that we won’t hear them?

We are not your citizens.
We are not your subjects.
We are what you get
when the hunted grow teeth.

You want purity?
We bring wickedness.

You want silence?
We bring sirens.

You want obedience?
We bring the ghost of every child
you erased from census and scripture.

We are Marsha's brick.
We are Rosa’s refusal.
We are the last breath
of every queer kid you drove off the edge

and we are coming back
with fury in our minds
and your slogans gutted
on the floor.

You want law and order?
We bring riot.

You want peace?
Then put down your weapons first,
your gavel,
your border,
your Bible.

Put down that boot
you keep calling “protection.”

But you won’t, will you?

Because you were never protecting anything.
Only hoarding power.
Only fearing what you couldn’t own.

We see you.
Behind every “concerned citizen,”
we see the glint of the old iron cross.
Behind every “think of the children,”
we see the ash of bookfires.
Behind your flags
we see the graves.

And now you see us.

Not one.
Not few.
Not meek.
But many.
And furious.

We are the stones you didn’t count.
The ones with nothing left to lose.
We are the burned,
the banned,
the buried

and we do not forgive.
We do not forget.

You want civility?
You dragged us to this altar of cruelty.
Now watch what we do
with the matches.

We will light the sky
with every name you tried to unmake.
We will flood your monuments
with memory.
We will raise the dead,
in chant, in scream,
in truth tattooed across your headlines.

You made this fire.
Now choke on the smoke.

Because this is not a warning.
It is a promise:

We will not stop.
We will not bow.
We will not bury our dead quietly.
We will not let you write the ending.

We are the ending.

We are the fire.
And we are still burning.

#QueerResistance #TransRights #LGBTQIA #NeverAgain #NeverForget #AntiFascism #NoHate #QueerLiberation #TransLiberation #Resist #RememberTheirNames #Stonewall #MarshaPJohnson #RosaParks #Pride #Solidarity #Fascism #HumanRights #MemoryIsResistance #WeWillNotBeErased

And because I am still upset:

Can we talk about the patriarchal male behaviour on display from the trans-exclusionary gay folks?

Because there is something almost breathtakingly familiar about certain gay men adopting the very hierarchies that patriarchy taught them, then turning around and using them against other queer people.

The “kiddo.”
The “child.”
The “babe.”
The condescending little performance of I am the grown-up man here, and you are the silly little thing who needs educating.

Oh, please.

Being gay does not magically uninstall patriarchy.

And neither does being gay automatically make someone immune to hypermasculine ideas about dominance, authority, hierarchy and who gets to speak with the voice of unquestionable expertise. To the contrary, some of these men seem to have taken every annoying male habit in the catalogue (talking down to people, asserting dominance, mansplaining, gatekeeping, deciding who counts as “normal,” demanding deference) and thought:

“Well, I’m gay, so apparently this is fine.”

No, darling. It isn't.

You don't get progressive bonus points for reproducing patriarchal behaviour inside the queer community that you do proudly claim to not even be a part of.

And frankly, watching gay men demand that everyone else recognise their authority while simultaneously telling trans people that we don't belong in queer history is a rather spectacular display of the very hierarchy queer liberation was supposed to challenge.

I am not your kiddo.
I am not your child.
And you are not my fucking patriarch.

Take your superiority complex, put it in a little box, and send it back to from whence it came. 💅

#QueerPolitics #Patriarchy #Misogyny #TransRights #QueerLiberation #LGBTQIA #TransHistory #NoErasure #Pride #Gatekeeping

And because I am still upset:

Can we talk about the patriarchal male behaviour on display from the trans-exclusionary gay folks?

Because there is something almost breathtakingly familiar about certain gay men adopting the very hierarchies that patriarchy taught them, then turning around and using them against other queer people.

The “kiddo.”
The “child.”
The “babe.”
The condescending little performance of I am the grown-up man here, and you are the silly little thing who needs educating.

Oh, please.

Being gay does not magically uninstall patriarchy.

And neither does being gay automatically make someone immune to hypermasculine ideas about dominance, authority, hierarchy and who gets to speak with the voice of unquestionable expertise. To the contrary, some of these men seem to have taken every annoying male habit in the catalogue (talking down to people, asserting dominance, mansplaining, gatekeeping, deciding who counts as “normal,” demanding deference) and thought:

“Well, I’m gay, so apparently this is fine.”

No, darling. It isn't.

You don't get progressive bonus points for reproducing patriarchal behaviour inside the queer community that you do proudly claim to not even be a part of.

And frankly, watching gay men demand that everyone else recognise their authority while simultaneously telling trans people that we don't belong in queer history is a rather spectacular display of the very hierarchy queer liberation was supposed to challenge.

I am not your kiddo.
I am not your child.
And you are not my fucking patriarch.

Take your superiority complex, put it in a little box, and send it back to from whence it came. 💅

#QueerPolitics #Patriarchy #Misogyny #TransRights #QueerLiberation #LGBTQIA #TransHistory #NoErasure #Pride #Gatekeeping

And because I am still upset:

Can we talk about the patriarchal male behaviour on display from the trans-exclusionary gay folks?

Because there is something almost breathtakingly familiar about certain gay men adopting the very hierarchies that patriarchy taught them, then turning around and using them against other queer people.

The “kiddo.”
The “child.”
The “babe.”
The condescending little performance of I am the grown-up man here, and you are the silly little thing who needs educating.

Oh, please.

Being gay does not magically uninstall patriarchy.

And neither does being gay automatically make someone immune to hypermasculine ideas about dominance, authority, hierarchy and who gets to speak with the voice of unquestionable expertise. To the contrary, some of these men seem to have taken every annoying male habit in the catalogue (talking down to people, asserting dominance, mansplaining, gatekeeping, deciding who counts as “normal,” demanding deference) and thought:

“Well, I’m gay, so apparently this is fine.”

No, darling. It isn't.

You don't get progressive bonus points for reproducing patriarchal behaviour inside the queer community that you do proudly claim to not even be a part of.

And frankly, watching gay men demand that everyone else recognise their authority while simultaneously telling trans people that we don't belong in queer history is a rather spectacular display of the very hierarchy queer liberation was supposed to challenge.

I am not your kiddo.
I am not your child.
And you are not my fucking patriarch.

Take your superiority complex, put it in a little box, and send it back to from whence it came. 💅

#QueerPolitics #Patriarchy #Misogyny #TransRights #QueerLiberation #LGBTQIA #TransHistory #NoErasure #Pride #Gatekeeping

Just two examples of what I am dealing with on that other “social” network I sadly need to be a member of.

This is gay people trying to eradicate trans people from queer history — while apparently also appointing themselves the Supreme Court of what “normal-looking” gay men and lesbians are. 🙄

And yes, history has an ugly little lesson here. In the Weimar Republic, there were gay men who were deeply attracted to nationalist and later Nazi ideology, including people who were quite happy to distinguish themselves from the “wrong sort” of queer people. Respectability, conformity and throwing other queer people under the bus did not make them safe. It did not save them.

So when I see queer people trying to scrub trans people out of Stonewall, Pride and the history of our liberation, I pay attention.

Because this isn't merely about the past.

They want to erase us from history because they want to erase us from reality.

And finally, can we talk about the “kiddo”, “child”, “babe” routine?

A grown man disagreeing with a grown person and immediately reaching for infantilising language to establish dominance is not exactly a revolutionary new contribution to human civilisation.

Isn't that just typical fucking male behaviour? 🙃

#QueerHistory #TransHistory #Stonewall #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #QueerLiberation #NoErasure #Fascism #NeverAgain

Just two examples of what I am dealing with on that other “social” network I sadly need to be a member of.

This is gay people trying to eradicate trans people from queer history — while apparently also appointing themselves the Supreme Court of what “normal-looking” gay men and lesbians are. 🙄

And yes, history has an ugly little lesson here. In the Weimar Republic, there were gay men who were deeply attracted to nationalist and later Nazi ideology, including people who were quite happy to distinguish themselves from the “wrong sort” of queer people. Respectability, conformity and throwing other queer people under the bus did not make them safe. It did not save them.

So when I see queer people trying to scrub trans people out of Stonewall, Pride and the history of our liberation, I pay attention.

Because this isn't merely about the past.

They want to erase us from history because they want to erase us from reality.

And finally, can we talk about the “kiddo”, “child”, “babe” routine?

A grown man disagreeing with a grown person and immediately reaching for infantilising language to establish dominance is not exactly a revolutionary new contribution to human civilisation.

Isn't that just typical fucking male behaviour? 🙃

#QueerHistory #TransHistory #Stonewall #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #QueerLiberation #NoErasure #Fascism #NeverAgain

Just two examples of what I am dealing with on that other “social” network I sadly need to be a member of.

This is gay people trying to eradicate trans people from queer history — while apparently also appointing themselves the Supreme Court of what “normal-looking” gay men and lesbians are. 🙄

And yes, history has an ugly little lesson here. In the Weimar Republic, there were gay men who were deeply attracted to nationalist and later Nazi ideology, including people who were quite happy to distinguish themselves from the “wrong sort” of queer people. Respectability, conformity and throwing other queer people under the bus did not make them safe. It did not save them.

So when I see queer people trying to scrub trans people out of Stonewall, Pride and the history of our liberation, I pay attention.

Because this isn't merely about the past.

They want to erase us from history because they want to erase us from reality.

And finally, can we talk about the “kiddo”, “child”, “babe” routine?

A grown man disagreeing with a grown person and immediately reaching for infantilising language to establish dominance is not exactly a revolutionary new contribution to human civilisation.

Isn't that just typical fucking male behaviour? 🙃

#QueerHistory #TransHistory #Stonewall #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #QueerLiberation #NoErasure #Fascism #NeverAgain

Just two examples of what I am dealing with on that other “social” network I sadly need to be a member of.

This is gay people trying to eradicate trans people from queer history — while apparently also appointing themselves the Supreme Court of what “normal-looking” gay men and lesbians are. 🙄

And yes, history has an ugly little lesson here. In the Weimar Republic, there were gay men who were deeply attracted to nationalist and later Nazi ideology, including people who were quite happy to distinguish themselves from the “wrong sort” of queer people. Respectability, conformity and throwing other queer people under the bus did not make them safe. It did not save them.

So when I see queer people trying to scrub trans people out of Stonewall, Pride and the history of our liberation, I pay attention.

Because this isn't merely about the past.

They want to erase us from history because they want to erase us from reality.

And finally, can we talk about the “kiddo”, “child”, “babe” routine?

A grown man disagreeing with a grown person and immediately reaching for infantilising language to establish dominance is not exactly a revolutionary new contribution to human civilisation.

Isn't that just typical fucking male behaviour? 🙃

#QueerHistory #TransHistory #Stonewall #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #QueerLiberation #NoErasure #Fascism #NeverAgain

Just two examples of what I am dealing with on that other “social” network I sadly need to be a member of.

This is gay people trying to eradicate trans people from queer history — while apparently also appointing themselves the Supreme Court of what “normal-looking” gay men and lesbians are. 🙄

And yes, history has an ugly little lesson here. In the Weimar Republic, there were gay men who were deeply attracted to nationalist and later Nazi ideology, including people who were quite happy to distinguish themselves from the “wrong sort” of queer people. Respectability, conformity and throwing other queer people under the bus did not make them safe. It did not save them.

So when I see queer people trying to scrub trans people out of Stonewall, Pride and the history of our liberation, I pay attention.

Because this isn't merely about the past.

They want to erase us from history because they want to erase us from reality.

And finally, can we talk about the “kiddo”, “child”, “babe” routine?

A grown man disagreeing with a grown person and immediately reaching for infantilising language to establish dominance is not exactly a revolutionary new contribution to human civilisation.

Isn't that just typical fucking male behaviour? 🙃

#QueerHistory #TransHistory #Stonewall #TransRights #LGBTQIA #Pride #QueerLiberation #NoErasure #Fascism #NeverAgain