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"Why do you focus on intersexism from trans people so much?"

"Why are you trying to paint trans people as an enemy to intersex people."

"It's not like all trans people are like that, I think you're just finding excuses to hate trans people"

Intersexism as a whole is horrendous, but when it comes from trans people, its so much worse. We are supposed to be allies in the fight for liberation of sex variant people. I want solidarity that we are severely lacking.

It's why I'm so much harder on, and more vocal about trans intersexism than I am about intersexism's general pervasiveness in cishet perisex society. Because I believe trans people have the actual capacity to change and understand us in a way your average cis perisex person doesn't. Posts on tumblr will reach trans people. This activism can and does make allies out of people who were previously ignorant and bigoted.

These posts aren't going to reach your average cishet perisex mom of an intersex kid she believes is disordered; no matter how bad I want them to, that's not who uses tumblr. And even if it could, cis perisex people, especially ones who have been spoon-fed intersexist rhetoric by the medical industry, are hard to sway.

But these posts WILL reach a trans man who thinks he can transition to be intersex, it will reach someone who's told a TERF something like "What about those lucky cis kids who get HRT", it will reach a trans woman who calls herself a hermaphrodite, it will reach a trans person who thinks we want to be called DSD, it will reach a nonbinary fiction writer whose 'intersex rep' is a furry with both genitalia, it will reach trans people who are bigoted against our labels, and many many others. And trans people generally speaking are so much more willing to listen and change than your aforementioned perisex cishet people. We are part of the same community. Sex variant liberation requires solidarity between trans and intersex people. And we cannot have solidarity if half of you fuckers are just as ignorant as Sharon on Facebook who thinks I'm a hermaphrodite.

Bottom line, I make these posts because I want perisex trans people to recognize their biases and CHANGE, and I believe that's a very attainable goal. If the very implication that you, a trans person, could be bigoted, makes you feel attacked, you need to spend time reflecting on why that is.

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The Federal Trade Commission of the US is currently accepting public comment on gender affirming care for minors until September 26 2025.

Specifically, the language from their website states: "the Federal Trade Commission launched a public inquiry to better understand how consumers may have been exposed to false or unsupported claims about “gender-affirming care”, especially as it relates to minors, and to gauge the harms consumers may be experiencing. On July 9, 2025, the FTC hosted a workshop on unfair or deceptive trade practices in “gender-affirming care” for minors. The FTC heard testimony from doctors, medical ethicists, whistleblowers, detransitioners, and parents of detransitioners. That testimony indicated that practitioners of “gender-affirming care” may be actively deceiving consumers."

BASICALLY the FTC is trying to portray affirming healthcare as a scam which has been pushed on families, harming minors, who were not given enough information ahead of time of the consequences of the care. The framing of this is all very biased. But we can comment with positive stories of care to try and destroy this framework.

Advocates for Trans Equality created a really good webpage explaining this situation. They also created a template to help you write up a comment. If you scroll down to the bottom of their webpage, there's a link where you can submit comments to them, and they will resubmit your comments to the FTC anonymously. If you do not care about anonymity, you can also submit your comment to the FTC directly here. This document lists a bunch of questions the FTC is asking, and I've seen some folks online say your comment will be taken more seriously if you directly address these questions. However, heads up, these questions are pretty transphobic and if you never had a bad experience with a trans affirming healthcare your answer to basically all of them will just be "no that didn't happen" or "not applicable."

Here is the comment I wrote and submitted:

The FTC commission seems to be laboring under the delusion that gender affirming care is currently easily accessible or being pushing on people who aren't sure they want it. This couldn't be farther from the truth. Every single person I know who has received gender affirming care, including myself, had to fight to access it. We had to ask over and over, jump through hoops, and pass by many gatekeepers trying to make this care harder to receive. I was only able to access care after talking with a therapist for over a year, being referred to a gender specialist at Kaiser, taking online zoom workshops, and getting on a long wait list for surgeons. Most people wait a minimum of 3 to 6 months, and sometimes over a year, before they are able to make a surgery appointment for routine procedures such as a double mastectomy or a hysterectomy. And at every step of the way, the healthcare providers I saw were extremely clear on the potential outcomes, including risk factors. I was fully and well informed. I knew that receiving top surgery meant I would not be able to breast fed in the future; I also knew it did not completely erase the potential for breast cancer, because my healthcare providers were very clear on these points. I went into my surgery with calm confidence because I knew what I wanted and was sure that the surgery results would match my expectations. Which they did! I was incredibly happy with the results and five years later I have zero regrets. Receiving this surgery vastly improved my life, including my mental and physical health. It made me feel more at home in my own body, more aligned with my own identity, more confident as I move through the world. It also made it easier for me to exercise and take care of other aspects of my health. There isn't even one aspect of harm or any adverse affects from the gender affirming care I received; it was completely and glowingly positive in every way. This is the most common experience of receiving gender affirming care: feeling affirmed, joyful, and happy.

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my hastily curated collection of Fuckable Libraries in an attempt to explain what the hell i mean when i casually refer to a library as unfuckable

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Ice suggesting a white woman remove the Mexican flag sticker from her car. Can they all kill themselves already

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your parent snaps at you because 'they had a horrible day' but as soon as you leave they miraculously feel better and are happy and willing to talk to everyone else

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staying up until 1am with your friends is like. wow we’re so fucking cool we’re so fucking badass we should go on a road trip or become famous or maybe hang out here forever because i dont wanna be anywhere that isnt with you guys im so full of love and joy and a live fast die young mentality. and staying up until 1am by yourself is like. for the third time this year i am genuinely contemplating suicide. good thing i dont have the executive function to clean up my room

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you'll be hanging out with the sweetest person ever and they'll randomly tell you a childhood experience that would have vaporised you and you're like oh we should find your parents and murder them irl

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(guy who literally has easy access to painkillers voice) ough,,, everything aches,,, ouch, if only,,, there was something i could do to stop this,,,,,, guess ill just put up with it,,,,

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fully forget i have problems sometimes

ill be like wow my joints and back hurt all the time and my mental health is horrible

and then the stress kicks in and its like 'remember the underlying headache you have at all times what if it was worse' and then its like OH FUCK THE HEADACHE

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After a while, clinical depression just gets annoying, bro. It's like shooing away house flies, but the house flies want you to kill yourself

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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about some of the people I interact with. I have a coworker who I am pretty sure is a MAGA type, and she is also a lovely woman who is dreadfully overworked and so good at connecting to patients when they call. I can see the conflict on her face when she talks to me, a gigantic tranny dork who speaks Spanish and affirms the LGBT community, but can also talk to her about her cows and knows about guns and stuff. I can see the fear in the eyes of my former Young Men’s leader when he misgenders me and realizes that I’m not an ideology but a person he has known for a long time. I can see the way my extended family stop and stutter over political discussions when they realize they are talking about me. And I don’t know why but lately it’s just made me think about my neighbor as a kid.

When we moved to Arizona, we moved next door to a lovely retired couple - John and Lucy. John was a veteran of WWII, he had an M.D. and a Ph.D. in radiology, and he LOVED us to pieces. His wife, Lucy, was a sharp and gifted woman - well spoken, very observant, and VERY clever. I just know that she used that cleverness as a mom to great effect, because with my and my siblings she always managed to find a way to send us home with candy and treats for a week despite my dad’s protests. We loved them, growing up, and even though they have long-since passed away I love them still, and I love what I learned from them.

John was, as stated, a WWII veteran. He was enlisted as a rifleman, and later as a front line medic, starting at Point Du Hoc and moving inwards to France and towards the Rhine. He let me do a report on him in 6th grade where he shared war stories with me he had kept to himself his whole life - he said it was out of respect for his friends who didn’t get to come home and tell their stories.

He said he told me because he knew I could respect the memories of his friends.

He showed me his collection of medals, and which he’d kept hidden away in a sock in his attic because he’d feel an immense grief any time he saw them. He had wanted to be a doctor his whole life, prior to being drafted he was studying medicine and had taken the Hippocratic oath to Do No Harm. He saw his medals as a reminder that he had Done Harm.

After telling me his stories he was able to convince himself that while he had Done Harm, it was only because his only other alternative was, to him, cowardice. He chose to be brave even if it meant acting against his Oath because he felt that if he didn’t do it someone else would have to go in his place and he would be responsible for the harm that befell them. I don’t think that’s true, but for him it was and that was something no being on earth could have ever dissuaded him from believing.

He shared wild stories - melee combat on the beach, clearing artillery bunkers, receiving a Purple Heart for being injured in hand-to-hand combat with a Wehrmacht rifleman he said he felt pity for because they were the same age and he had to imagine the man he was fighting had been drafted just like him.

He shared how he was awarded a Silver Star for charging a machine gun nest, but shared that he was most proud of not killing anyone in the process. He threw a grenade with the pin still in it and when the machine gunners jumped to avoid being blown up they were killed by someone else so he didn’t have to do it. He took the machine gun and shot the other machine gun in that French field to pieces so he didn’t have to kill the people operating it. He said they were giving out Silver Stars like candy but I knew he was being modest.

He told me about being redesignated as a medic, about how he crawled for about 500 yards on his belly to rescue an injured tank driver, then threw him over his back and crawled the same 500 yards back (1000 yards total) to treat his injuries. He said he met the man in an Army hospital in England after his spine was broken by a high explosive panzer shell was fired through a hollowed out French farmhouse and landed about 20 feet away from him.

He told me about all the people he helped and saved as a medic, he told me about his work in radiology and research after the war. He showed me a hallway that was quite literally wallpapered with academic honors he’d earned as a researcher. He told me about how his first Fourth of July back was a horror show for him because fireworks and German artillery make very similar sounds. He told me about how he woke up in a cold sweat well over half a century later hearing the screams of German artillery men being burned alive with flamethrowers, or hearing his own voice apologizing to the young German soldier he stabbed in the heart at Point Du Hoc.

He told me that when he was asked to present at a medical conference in Germany 25 years after the war ended that he was so scared he couldn’t step off the plane, and that his wife had to hold his hand and lead/pull him with her. He said he was not scared because he was worried about being triggered, but because he knew that someone somewhere outside of that plane had the course of their life irreparably altered by his military service. That to someone out there he was the cause of immense suffering and harm. That some unwitting waiter could be the son of the Nazi Officer he stabbed in the heart with a 12-inch hunting knife. That some woman asking questions in the audience would be the daughter or widow of a man he sent to judgement with a .30-06. He was scared that they would hate him.

He knew what the Nazi’s had done, he knew better than anyone I’d ever met. He’d watched the documentaries, he’s seen the PoWs returning from camps, he’d seen the civilians massacred and tortured by their regime, but he also knew that among the monsters were people like him - idealistic 20-somethings who only wanted to make the world better and were ripped away from that life by the Nazi war machine. And he spent his whole life mourning the loss of innocence and peace that was forced on so many people by such a corrupt power.

To be honest I don’t know if I could do that, but he could. He told me he could still feel the dead and lost with him, both when he slept and when he woke. He told me he thought he’d go to his grave never having told a word of this to anyone. That the stories of him and his friends and allies would disappear silently with him and those like him. That he had wanted that until he realized that he didn’t have to sell out to share the stories - that he could give the stories away for free to someone who would love the people in them, and not just the content of them. He didn’t want his stories to be used as Patriotic Pornography by some TV network or magazine. He wanted the people he knew to be respected, he wanted their memories to be honored and loved, and he entrusted me, a 12-year-old “boy” to do that.

He told me for years afterwards that after telling me these stories that he slept better than he ever had. That by sharing the stories with someone who could hear Him over the din of victory and glory and honor and revisionistic history. Someone who could see the man in the story and not just see the plot of a battle being won. He wanted to be human, and he wanted the people he saw die to be human too - everyone, not just the people on his side. He wanted someone to see and to know the anguish of having to look someone in the eye as heartblood muddies the ground beneath them and hope that they understand that this was not an act of love or hatred but an act of desperation. To hope that you had just taken out One Of The Bad Ones instead of a medical student or a poet who had been drafted. He wanted me to see how hard he had worked since then to build a world without scarcity, to build a world of peace. He wanted me to know SO badly that the cost of violence, any violence, even necessary violence, is always ALWAYS paid by both parties involved.

I think about the rise of the new right wing - the new Nazi movement’s traction in politics, and I feel sad and scared - the world that Johnathan J Yobaggy, my neighbor, my friend, and my hero, worked SO hard to build is being done away with by people who do not understand the cost of the path they are entering. I can see brief moments of recognition in the eyes of some of the people I mentioned - The former young men’s president who immediately regrets misgendering me and hen he makes eye contact with me and sees Me staring back at him and not a faceless “ideology.” I can hear it in the voice of my uncle who quietly comes up to me to apologize for some homophobic comment he made absentmindedly. I can see it in the eyes of racists and sexists being interviewed on TV when they realize that they didn’t vote for a concept, they voted for a real thing. And honestly, I have mixed emotions about it. Because while I understand frustration with the status quo, the importance of basic human needs like affordable good and rent, and I know the fear that comes with feeling powerless, I also can’t help but grieve the endless wheel of history bringing us back to this God Damned Fucking Place again. I hope we can avoid this fate, not just for our sake but for the sake of everyone who has ever tried to make the world safer. For everyone who has ever tried to make up for human nature, for everyone who has ever placed themselves on the offering plate to protect others from the cruelty they know lies just under the surface of mankind’s tenuous grip on progress. I want SO badly for there to be a solution to this, for the people who idolize the Nazi party and the impact of fascism to see that the price of this path is paid in more than just blood but in soul. That they’re allowing themselves to be devoured too. I want for the centrists and the fence sitters and the idealists who want to “change it from the inside” to see how dangerous our politics have become. I want them to see that they’re losing the things that make them great in exchange for a security blanket that’s now become far far far too small to ever work for them again.

Safety found in the past is already gone, and safety found in the future is only as real as a daydream. That any ideology that promises that by “joining us now we’ll make things rough so we can make things safe in a decade” is a promise made by those who will not have to fight the battles they send you to.

I don’t know if America was ever really great, but as long as John was alive it felt great to me. There is no ideology that can replace a neighbor. No tax plan that can replace a friend. No grocery bill that can replace community and connection. No amount of budget cuts that can replace kindness. No amount of suffering from people I hate that will ever make more love. I don’t know how to make America great, but I know how to make my America great and it is not by selling out integrity and compassion and community and fucking humanity to make eggs and gas cheaper. It is by seeing and hearing the people around me. I’m not Mormon anymore, but I still know the value of mourning with those that mourn and comforting those that stand in need of comfort. I’m not Christian anymore but I still have Eyes That Can See and Ears That Can Hear. I want to make this all stop but I can’t stop the collective power of tens of millions of people so instead I listen to my MAGA coworker tell me about how sick her kid was last week. I make jokes with my Young Men’s leader. I hug my uncle. I let them see me fully, as a human and not an ideology. As a woman and not the concept of gender. As a whole person and not someone who can be easily summarized or boiled down into something short and quippy. And I let them know I can see them fully too, and I can see all their humanity as easily as they can see mine. I just have to hope that this works - that enough people can See and Hear the people in their lives who matter to them to bring them out of their personal world of forms and into the real world.

I am probably, honestly, just spiraling a little bit. I took my ADHD meds today and in addition to helping me focus they make me a little anxious so I doubt things are as bad right now as they seem. But just in case there’s any truth to the way things seem to be going, remember, and I mean this seriously: Be kinder to each other, be gayer, and read more Terry Pratchett.

And for the love of god day hello to your neighbor.

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If you say that Black people are the only folks that get oppressed because of their race, you are racist.

You are ignoring so many non-black poc who get oppressed.

If you ignore that Indigenous women have extremely high rates of getting murdered and kidnapped, you are racist.

If you ignore that poc, including but not limited to Black people, get told to "get back to their country" almost daily, you are racist.

If you use these facts to undermine and ignore Black people's experiences and oppression, you are racist.

If you refuse to accept that white people are the main speakers of communities, like the disabled community (which I cannot speak on), and the queer community, you are racist.

If you pretend that white privilege is not a thing, and that systemic racism isn't real, you are racist.

This post is about racism against people of colour, not white people.

[PT: this post is about racism against people of colour, not white people : end PT]

White people can reblog and add, but please don't speak over people of colour, it's happened enough

[PT: white people can reblog and add, but please don't speak over people of colour, it's happened enough :end PT]

(did I do that right)

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Most of those iPad babies you're seeing are probably sick of that fucking tablet too.

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"the world is about to end" "the world is on the brink of collapse" "the planet is dying" dude we all know. Can you start sharing what we can do to help

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ha, checkmate queer global southerner ! Your culture is queerphobic, clearly, I an educated westerner, have superior knowledge of queerphobia than someone from your backwards bigoted culture.

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If aid does not enter to Gaza Strip within the next 48 hours — especially baby formula and flour — then prepare yourselves for the largest mass death crime in history.

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“june is over so now it’s gay wrath month” blah blah reminder that july is disability pride month and is often ignored and disregarded!! funnel that wrath into advocating for your disabled peers and amplifying their voices