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Carefully look at the list. See the absence of one key demographic? The ACLU continues to be up its own arse whenever it has to deal with rights issues that effect half of the population.
Helen Lewis writes in her article in The Atlantic of a solution grounded it pragmatic and realistic terms:
“When I questioned the wisdom of foregrounding the small minority of people who seek abortions but do not identify as women, the ACLU’s Branstetter told me, “Transgender people do not have the privilege of pretending that we do not exist. When we use inclusive language, it’s because we recognize that transgender people do exist.” Such language, she argued, is “not at all at odds with the broader mission of ensuring that anyone who wants an abortion can have access to it.” Yet little evidence suggests that the ostentatious banishment of women will help the American abortion-rights campaign succeed. In Britain, where I live, the British Pregnancy Advisory Service, a major abortion provider, announced that it would continue to use women and other gendered language in much of its general literature, while developing tailored materials for clients who identify otherwise. Not only has the sky not fallen as a result, but Britons continue to have access to state-funded abortions, paid for out of general taxation. While American charities congratulate themselves on the purity of their language, the communities they serve—people of all genders who could have a free abortion in Britain—struggle to access terminations. No one should be polishing their halo here.”
What? You mean you do not have to blow up the current system of meanings and protections just to accommodate a small minority of people? It is, in fact, possible as tailoring services to specific demographics can be done without erasing females from society.
Well done British Pregnancy Advisory Service. Boo ACLU.
Remember when the ACLU was an organization that fought for rights and justice in American society? Please put that outdated notion straight into the bin. The ACLU has been ideologically captured and now actively fights against the rights and safety of women in American society, specifically American women in prison who do not want to share their confines with male bodied people. But no, female safety and boundaries must be sacrificed on the alter of transgender ideology because male gender feelings must take precedent of the physical safety of females.
“One-third of the requests for transfer from men’s prisons to women’s prisons include an inmate who had been convicted of a sex offense,” Adams says, noting that the figures are similarly stark in the federal prison system, where 48% of trans-identified male inmates were imprisoned on a sex offense.
“Ultimately what we are dealing with is a complete denial of reality,” Adams says, “The ACLU along with every person on this planet knows what men and women are, and what makes them different. Their denial of this fact in order to validate the identities of male offenders is embarrassing.”
WoLF is expected to file their response to the ACLU’s intervention by May 31.
Source : Reduxx Feminist News & Opinion
Perverted men do perverted things. And just because they happen to mutter the gender-magic phrase “I identify as woman” does not change the fact that they remain men. Not ever. Male pattern violence and criminality persist regardless of any sort of gender identity declaration.
Marina Volz, born Matthew, was arrested in 2019 after the New Jersey Department of Child Protection became aware he was creating pornography in a home where a child resided.
The girl’s mother lived in Oregon while the abuses were taking place. Volz and Ashley Romero, another trans-identified male, had taken the girl from her mother and transported her to New Jersey for the purposes of forcing her into the child sexual exploitation material industry.”
Matthew and three other perverts then proceeded to repeatedly molest the seven year old child, and of course, film it.
Female concerns over their boundaries and the safeguarding of children have long been overlooked in the bull headed drive for ‘trans acceptance’. If the price of ‘trans acceptance’ is the deterioration of female boundaries and safeguarding practices then ‘trans acceptance’ can go straight to hell – do not pass go, do not even think of fucking collecting two-hundred dollars.
“The child is currently living with relatives, and Volz has surrendered all parental rights.
During the trial, prosecutors told the Judge the little girl had been subjected to “a vortex of darkness” after being removed from her real mother’s care.
While avoiding providing full details of the extent of the little girl’s ordeal, Judge Peter Tober noted she had been subjected to torture-like conditions, mentioning neck collars, a cage in the basement, and sex toys.”
This is what the breaking down of boundaries leads to – the rampant exploitation of children and women for the benefit of ‘gender-queer’ men. It ain’t right, and will never be right with me or anyone else who values female safety and boundaries in society.
This last little bit is the shit-icing on the turd-cake.
“In media coverage of the horrific case, Volz and Romero were referred to as ‘women’ and addressed by ‘she/her’ pronouns. Volz was also identified as the girl’s “mother” in one local news report.”
The media – you know the people who are supposed to report the facts to us – decided to call these deviant abusive males “she”.
Piss right off woke media. Piss-off forever. Its this situation *right here* that women and feminists have been sounding the alarm bells over. If we cannot accurately describe the bullshit that is happening, how is anyone going to be able to fix it? Without knowing about the transgender magical-bullshite listening to a newscast one might be properly horrified that a woman (adult human female) could sexually abuse their daughter and fucking record the abuse to make money selling the video of said abuse to other pedophiles on the internet.
Women, generally , don’t do this shit to their children. Men do.
We, the public, should know the truth about the dark situations like those mentioned above without the rank obfuscation of gender ideology getting in the way of facts.
Source: Reduxx.
It’s been awhile since I’ve done a Red Pen of Justice post. The lack of the world revolving around this individual required the treatment. Enjoy.
This from a ‘article’ on the Huffpost.
Lately, I’ve been embroiled in what feels like constant conversations about pronouns. The wrong ones. The right ones. The preferred ones. Hint: That third category is defunct.
Oh I agree. Pronouns being a neutral part of speech are descriptors that relate to either males, females, or a group of people.
As a nonbinary trans person who uses they/them/theirs pronouns as my terms of address, I suppose I should be celebrating this influx of discourse on the proper usage of pronouns. Truthfully, I’m exhausted.
I’m exhausted just by you listing how you intend to gather wounds and whinge about the world not thinking that you are the most special snowflake on the block.
In the six years since I have “come out,” I’ve witnessed the concept of pronoun inclusivity shift from fundamentally Martian to hotly contested.
On the macro level, pronouns have become a cultural battlefield, an email-signature garnish, a token signifier of righteousness for organizations who want to rebrand themselves as politically savvy and inclusive. Personally, within several of my closest relationships, the fact that I require ungendered pronouns when referring to me in the third person has become the source of deep strain and disappointment.
Yes because rational members of adult society are not really big on compelled speech. Especially speech that requires us to lie about reality.
I have lived a relatively transient life, undertaking several cross-country moves, and my friends and family hail from and are currently situated within a diverse range of locales ― large cities, suburban landscapes and small rural towns ― with varying political orientations. I have always felt fortunate to have found love and support in so many different places.
But I feel duped by some of the positive reactions from my friends and loved ones when I initially came out as transmasc/nonbinary. In retrospect, that was the easy part. I was the only one changing.
For the gender magic unintiated transmasc is defined as follows: is a term used to describe transgender people who generally were assigned female at birth and identify with a masculine gender identity to a greater extent than with a feminine gender identity. Basically a substitute for anything resembling an interesting personality.
In the years since, I have come to find that I am in constant competition with my past. For a while, I flinched when I was misgendered but said nothing. Then, I began giving gentle reminders, followed by long-winded overtures of understanding. I felt guilty and embarrassed, and made sure to emphasize that effort was all that mattered to me.
Recently, though, I’ve begun pushing back: “You’ll have to do better” is my new refrain.
”It’s not that easy,” folks say. “I’ve known you for so long. I can’t just shift overnight.”
Funny that, people having to lie about what their eyes are seeing and what their brain is telling them, take awhile to become normalizied (if ever). Imagine that someone demanded that every time you were around them you would have to call the colour red “blue” because they had decided that is how they wished to perceive the world.
I am bitterly resentful of my resilient former self. Like a ghost, the memory of prior me looms overhead, my family and friends gazing upward longingly, seemingly desperate for a reprieve from my militant current iteration — the me who demands to be termed accurately.
“‘They’ is plural,” some argue. “It’s ‘incorrect’ English.” Or “What about the facts of human biology?” Or “Shouldn’t you also be concerned with my comfort?”
“The world doesn’t revolve around you,” they assert. And yet, they insist: “I mean no disrespect. I love you. I accept you. I’m trying. I need more time.“
Yeah, the people that care for you see the gender bullshite you’ve swallowed hook line and sinker and hope that maybe you can untangle yourself from the gender identity cult madness that you’re neck deep into now.
I struggle to articulate what it feels like to be misgendered. There are dozens of relevant metaphors. A million tiny paper cuts, I decide upon. Individually, they sting. En masse, they can overwhelm the nervous system. Become infected.
People accurately noting your sex and using the correct pronouns. Quelle horreur!
However, it isn’t for lack of care, I’m reassured.
I recently shared a story with a close family member of having been misgendered by a friend’s partner. My friend had defended me, and a falling-out between the couple had ensued. I was genuinely crestfallen when my relative responded with, “You realize that you ruined their relationship, right?” I bit my lip and looked away, opting to change the subject.
While the interaction was hurtful, it also underscored to me that these interactions do not simply constitute slips of the mind or squabbles regarding semantics. What is central to these moments is an interrogation of personhood, not pronouns.
Seek professional help if your personal well being and identity resolve around the application of pronouns in your presence.
Sure, my friends and family might espouse progressive political ideologies; they might even intellectually support the idea of my authenticity. But in practice, they fail to see that these are the critical moments in which my identities are ultimately affirmed or nullified.
As I think more critically about these conversations, I feel regret about the moments wherein I have avoided asking the hard questions that cut clear through the façade of language: Do you believe I have the right to demand respect regarding my trans identity? Is defending me, my personhood, worth losing a relationship? Do you care about me, beyond the ways in which my presence enhances your life?
The obligation of others to affirm your subjective gender identity is precisely zero. Basing your self esteem entirely on external validation is a recipe for social and mental disaster.
“I struggle to articulate what it feels like to be misgendered. There are dozens of relevant metaphors. A million tiny paper cuts, I decide upon. Individually, they sting. En masse, they can overwhelm the nervous system.”
The resulting friction from these interactions has had negative consequences in my relationships. I feel myself withdrawing from people I love — avoiding interactions that might lead to misgendering and shrinking in conversations that once felt safe and enjoyable.
This very much seems like a *you* problem.
Inversely, I’ve been told that spending time with me feels more cumbersome now. I sense the unease that some of my most cherished counterparts feel regarding the necessary intentionality that goes into rewiring their perceptions of me.
In addition to longstanding relationships, new connections are often marked with a similar tension regarding my pronouns. Recently, a friend recounted a conversation she had with a friend of hers in anticipation of our upcoming first meeting.
Though I don’t recall ever explicitly articulating a maximum quota on misgenderings per new acquaintance, she forewarned her friend with surprising accuracy, “You have about 2 or 3 hangouts with Kels where they will be fairly understanding of that mistake. Beyond that, they’re pretty unlikely to pursue a friendship with you.”
Yeah, dealing with people’s gender-magic is awkward. Just like being forced to take part in another culture’s religious ceremonies, it usually doesn’t end well.
Aghast, the friend responded, “Wait, you mean to tell me that if we’ve spent time together on five separate occasions, gotten along otherwise, and I misgender them, they won’t want to see me again?”
“Correct,” my friend replied.
“That’s ridiculous,” her friend countered. “If that’s true, Kels is going to live one lonely life.”
I took a moment to contemplate her prediction.
Without a doubt, the idea of dwindled community triggers the fear of loneliness within me. So much so that year after year, I’ve accepted half-hearted apologies and nebulous reassurance from folks who claim to have a deep investment in my happiness but have been unwilling to work toward improvement in understanding my identities and experience.
It wasn’t until recently that I even allowed the idea of severance to pervade my mind. I am a person who needs people. This current emotional arrangement, however — the perpetual promise of future change — no longer feels tenable.
So to you, the newly emergent grammar evangelists, nascent physiologists, and free speech activists in my life, I say this: I will no longer fight you on your truth. You do, in fact, have the right to reject my pleas for change. Your requests for unmonitored, unfettered time and space to prepare for ambiguous future growth will be honored. I, however, will be increasingly absent.
Thank god. No one has this much time to deal with pernicious narcissism of this caliber.
The idea of having to lose some of the people closest to me, the folks who have helped to shape me into the person I am, is devastating. However, I consider having access to me, my time and my company to be a gift, not a given, for anyone in my sphere. I’m clear on my inherent worth as a person, despite all of the ways in which society at large devalues me.
See above statement in red.
To be frank, this process of change requires concerted effort. To be franker, I think that trans and nonbinary people are worth the effort.
To also be frank – playing word-games in your bullshit gender religion makes pissing up a rope look like a worthwhile endeavor.
Wow. And yes this is just another day on Twitter. The evils of GC women are exposed in this mega-tweet that is completely hinged and dedicated to accurately describing reality.
Gender Critical women oppose the presence of men in Rape Crisis centres because – surprise – most women have been abused by males and do feel safe around them. Having people around just like the ones that abused you isn’t really a secure and therapeutic environment. Go figure?
I sincerely believe that the vast majority of GC women do not condone rape as an outcome for anyone – male or female. Most would support spaces and services that cater to the needs of trans identified males and the problems they face in society. Where the ‘no-go’ exists is the blatant colonization of female-only spaces and the desecration of female boundaries by men who claim, by fiat, to be women. (Did you want to support a female led and female only rape crisis centre here in Canada – go to Vancouver Rape Relief & Women’s Shelter page and help them out).
The only ones that are insisting on putting men in female prisons happens to be the Federal Government of Canada, who have a keen ability to seemingly not be able identify male sex offenders correctly and happily place them in a female prison, a nice target rich environment for them to continue their abuse. Did you want to stop the abusive policy of putting men in female prisons? Find Heather Mason on twitter and find out what you can do to reverse this disastrous policy decision that jeopardizes female safety within Canada’s prisons.
Trans existence has never been in doubt. The whinging of entitled males continues to reverberate through Canadian society at the detriment to female boundaries, services, and safety.
Men should be in the male prison system regardless of how they identify. No one has the right not to be responsible for the choices they make in society. That is how being an adult works.
Thanks for coming to this installment of trans hyperbole translations – sadly there will be many more upcoming episodes.
If your school has directives to keep information about your child away from you, action is necessary. Stand up, make noise and protect your children from age inappropriate ‘gender-queer’ nonsense.
My team – the Left – used to be all about free speech and the rigorous debate of ideas within the public sphere. Now, to find an opposing viewpoint on transgender ideology where does one go? In this case Michael Knowles and YAF?
This where “no debate” gets us – giving the commons and the intellectual high ground to the Right.
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