It is actually not the job of the non-transgender community, men's rights activists, survivors of muggings by people of other races, or Klansmen or any other group to explain themselves to every clueless person in the world. It is our mutual job as human beings to attempt to understand each other. You do this by reading, thinking, and listening when people tell you about their lived experiences, and agreeing that their opinion on their experiences is not only valid, but more valid than your opinion about them is. Since, you know, they lived it and you fucking haven't.
Mr. Krahulik is not an idiot. I presume he is mentally capable of reading, listening and empathy. He just doesn't want to do any of those things.
[C]is people had decades to come up with a better word for themselves. Christine Jorgensen's case was widely publicised in the 50s and Dana International won Eurovision in 1998; it should have been clear to anyone without their head in their anus that trans people were here to stay. Cis was coined in the 90s but only rose to prominence in the last half-decade or so. If it was so extraordinarily important for cis people to name themselves, why didn't they do it?
PA is just not okay with me; those guys try too hard to be offensive.
But LoadingReadyRun (of whom Graham is a prominent member) is supercool. I love their work: insightful, bizarre, quotable, hilarious and not strewn with hate.
I am a “good boy” when it comes to the vast majority of correct opinions. Some I believe because they are right, some I make peace with because they are inevitable, and some I honestly can’t believe we’re still arguing about, but that’s what’s it’s like when you live in a world filled with evil people who will not, can not be wished away. They stay, defiantly, even when you’ve put in a firm request with natural law that they evanesce.
If my son came home from high school one day and told me tearfully, haltingly, that he was double gay, I would love him twice as much. I don’t give a shit about that. If he was a llama or something I guess don’t have a bin for that yet. It seems like if I have to put up with a notoriously ill-tempered packbeast, I should be able to get wool and milk at a minimum. At a minimum. I assume shearing and milking your son is a form of abuse, but I don’t actually know if that’s true. Do you see what I mean? This is the wild-ass motherfucking frontier. Nobody knows the answers yet. I already have a hobbit for a wife, and a “pirate princess mechanic” for a daughter. I don’t need no proto-cameloid for a son besides.
We were trying to figure out what “thing” we would be unable to process as society marched forward, what would possess some configuration which would render it unable to be absorbed by our aging brains, in the way that “rap” or “rock & roll” once found themselves in the twilight between exile and ubiquity.
It’s difficult to tell what cultural offers will be elevated, granted Big League status; whatever it ends up being will be wholly inexplicable. By us, anyway. We won’t even have the words to contain our disapproval, and we won’t recognize it as disapproval. It will be a function of these Damn Kids and how they don’t approve of the world we made for them. I’m ready now to love my raccoon son; I’ll stroke his phantom fur while he dozes in his sleeping crate, and leave the lid on the garbage can a little loose. Not too loose, of course - I don’t want to rob him of the little victories that make life so sweet. And I need to prepare him for a world characterized by rugged, stubborn lids.
I hate the idea that because I can’t stop being an asshole I hurt all these other amazing things (emphasis mine).
"I am afraid of how you see me, because I want you to see me the way I see myself. I want confirmation from the mirror, both literally and socially."
"...I know there’s the whole “Well, you have to love yourself” line that people love to hand off like it’s comfort food when these situations arise, but let’s be honest: humans are social creatures, and others’ opinions are the mirrors through which we often view our self-worth. When I’m not Sophie in someone’s mind, or if “Sophie” is just pretend and the person really sees me as a guy in a dress, that’s hurtful."
You can go back through the archive here and find my posts about anxiety. It was something I lived with for as long as I could remember and it was horrible. What I didn’t really understand until I started taking medicine was that the constant worrying and anxiety had also lead to depression. Once I was on Lexapro I started to feel…well good and I finally had a frame of reference. When you’re always depressed and worried you don’t understand that there is any other way to feel. It probably sounds crazy to people who’ve never had to deal with it but it’s true.
But put the other way, what possible testable hypotheses are there for species dysphoria to hypothetically occur? Since we obviously don't share any genetics with most non-human species
I also plan to keep interacting with people on a personal level and I understand that will be an ongoing process. In the meantime I’m hoping this donation will do some real good for a group that desperately needs it.
Indeed. There was no need for this to become a trans thread in the first place, and it shouldn't have. The FPP is about a public-relations debacle.
When I was watching that panel, I was proud that the work I do at PAX was a part, even just a small part, of helping make moments like that happen. PAX is more than Mike making money. PAX is throwing cups (seriously, watch the video linked above, it’s good stuff). It’s discussions on the role of games in education and the role of education in games. It’s Press XY giving not just one, but two different talks on transgender issues in gaming. It’s elevating the discourse on romance and sexuality in games. It’s social responsibility. It’s talking about mental health. It’s charity.
And that’s just a slice of what happens in one department. That’s not counting things like the Cookie Brigade. That’s not going into the show’s strengthening response against harassment. And that’s just from this past PAX East.
::sigh:: @cwgabriel has been failing quite a bit lately. I still remember the transphobic stuff from a few weeks ago. Disappointing.
yes you are literally a monster. That is what you should gather from criticism holy fuck i hate cis men.
My reaction when I feel backed into corner is to be an asshole. It’s essentially how I defend myself. It’s been that way since was in elementary school. I’m 36 now. Maybe it’s finally time to try and let some of that shit go.
The incendiary reaction to the first volume of the series makes me glad that, even four years out, we never delivered the second installment. I was under the impression that we were making a statement about a genre of art, i.e. "We think that pictures of eroticized, bipedal animals are ridiculous." What we would come to find out was that this kind of imagery is a cultural signifier for a group of people - "furries" - for whom this material amounts to some kind of sacrament.
So, imagine my surprise when we received hundreds of mails suggesting that we were "bigots", which is not a word I associate with people who think pictures of impossible animals are silly. The discourse was fascinating. I'm not difficult to talk to, and once it became clear that I had discovered something completely unlike anything I knew, I began to interrogate the authors of the hate mail themselves. I made about a hundred friends in a couple of hours, people I talked to for years.
What I think is funny about the strip is that it purports to make some kind of strong point in the first panel, and then invests the remainder of its short time with the reader running away from the point at top speed. Of course, if you only look at the first panel and then send an angry mail, it doesn't matter. There are very few things we can actually say we hate, and a picture of two gazelles on a first date hardly makes the cut.
I’m ready now to love my raccoon son; I’ll stroke his phantom fur while he dozes in his sleeping crate, and leave the lid on the garbage can a little loose. Not too loose, of course - I don’t want to rob him of the little victories that make life so sweet. And I need to prepare him for a world characterized by rugged, stubborn lids.
Trans* is an umbrella term that refers to all of the identities within the gender identity spectrum. There’s a ton of diversity there, but we often group them all together (e.g., when we say “trans* issues). Trans (without the asterisk) is best applied to trans men and trans women, while the asterisk makes special note in an effort to include all non-cisgender gender identities, including transgender, transsexual, transvestite, genderqueer, genderfluid, non-binary, genderfuck, genderless, agender, non-gendered, third gender, two-spirit, bigender, and trans man and trans woman.
SJW = "social justice warrior"
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