To the Transgender Borg I’m an evil “Transsexual Separatist” when I had already grown into post-transsexual some twenty years before I ever heard of there being a “Transgender Umbrella’.
People tried to draft me into that ideological block and I refused to go along with it saying, “I support your rights but I think your ideology is quite insane and potentially harmful to women.”
Some Transgender Activists understand where I’m coming from others revile me as being all sorts of things.
As for me…
I’m involved in so many other things I don’t much feel compelled to hang out with people who have an ideology I consider insane and who call me names. Life is too fucking short for me to be bothered. I can just hop on over to my music or photography pages, hang out with leftie hippies and folks into various DIY stuff.
Maybe get a new recipe. Or learn about a local concert I would otherwise miss. Hear about a book I should read.
What I don’t need in my life is a bunch of obsessed folks into calling others names.
Over the last few days I’ve posted material written by Sable and Natalie Reed.
This has sent the HBS in to a fit of clucking.
I’ve become Face Book friends with Natalie and added her Blog to my Blogroll: Natalie Reed. We have something in common. We are both Free Thinkers.
We have something else in common. We have both been trashed in the extreme by the vile San Francisco psychopath J.U.
It’s almost a mark of honor, being trashed by JU. It means you might actually be sane and have a streak of humanity.
When I first started blogging the HBS set flocked here.
I never quite got why they thought they could draft me into their hateful cause.
Many of them consider me a traitor to the Last Real women with the Harry Benjamin Syndrome Cause.
Which is pretty fucking pathetic considering how Dr. Benjamin wrote one of my surgery recommendation letters.
The HBS set dishonors him as much as the Transgender set misinterprets the meager writings he left. He wasn’t a saint, the was a humanist who did what he could to help people who were in desperate need.
Getting SRS and having a pussy may well make one’s life different from the lives of transgender people who don’t have SRS. It sure as hell put my life on a different arc.
But having a cunt between your legs doesn’t make you special, if for no other reason than the fact there are approximately three and a half billion other people on this planet with cunts between their legs.
Further it takes a real case of megalomania to think you got SRS for the “proper reason” and that most other people are just sick pervs…
Or to think that being able to get it when I got it means that if I were in the same sort of position today I would do the same thing. I was able to get SRS because a credit union allowed me to borrow half the money I needed on basically a smile and a paycheck stub. Try that one today.
As I said I’m tired of both faction. Neither has anything to offer me. I support the rights of transgender people because I’m a secular humanist and don’t feel threatened by their having rights.
Fuck it all I’m going to go in the kitchen, chop some onions, jalapenos and poblamos into some beans and pulled pork and make some inner…
Happy Festival of Oestre