Notes on the Journey

Compassion

Brilliant writing by Emma Gibson. She speaks to the experience of so many of us…
“Someone has just decided they don’t want to be friends with me because of my views (and vocalisation of such) on trans issues. That’s fine. I have lost friends before because of this issue. I’ll lose more in future.
But one point struck me. She said ”Compassion is a great character trait. Please do think about this.”

And I’d like to address that, for anybody else who is thinking that I’m some kind of monster. This is not aimed at the person (who, in any case, I have unfriended on here now.) but for anyone else who wants to make judgements about my ‘compassion’ or lack of. And, yes, share this if you want, sisters. It’s public. I’m so tired.

My compassion lies with the women fleeing abuse at the hands of men who have to share a shelter with Daniel Muscato or any other man because he self identifies as a woman.

My compassion lies with the women hiding in shelters right now, terrified that their abusive ex can move into that shelter at any minute because they identify as a woman.

My compassion lies with the mothers who carried and birthed their children and now must make way for their petulant husband on Mothers Day.

My compassion lies with the girls who will never be able to participate in sports because their places have been taken by boys who aren’t meeting the gendered expectations of their sex, so are labelled as girls and given spaces on the girls teams. And the women who work and train for years to be the best in womens sports then have their medals and trophies stolen by men.

My compassion lies with the girls sports teams who are told that they must have middle-aged-men watch them undress in their locker room or be labeled bigots and forced to squeeze into a tiny, secondary changing space.

My compassion lies with the girls who will never make it in certain jobs or industries, because the quota of women has been filled by male-to-trans people.

My compassion lies with the wives and children of middle-aged-men who centre themselves and their delusion or fetish over the needs of their families.

My compassion lies with the women who are raped or abused by male-to-trans people and, instead of supported, are vilified if they ‘misgender’ their rapist.

My compassion lies with the female-to-trans victim of a known male-to-trans transgender activist, who was raped in an attempt at impregnation by him and then milked for sympathy by the person who had raped them. A person who is still active in the trans community and, as far as I can see, has not been made to answer to this abuse by his peers.

My compassion lies with every single person who has ever had a serious concern or allegation completely ignored because they ‘misgendered’ the person it was about.

My compassion lies with the young lesbians who are facing a new type of ‘how do you know you don’t like dick if you haven’t tried it? I’ll fuck that out of you.’ and who no longer have safe spaces to turn to, because those spaces (womens spaces and LGB spaces) are now centred around trans issues and trans feelings and the homophobic men are now ‘women’ and can follow them wherever they wish.

My compassion lies with the female-to-trans – the women who hate themselves and their bodies so much that they have their breasts bound or hacked off and inject themselves with hormones that don’t belong in their bodies. Or the girls (the young lesbians, mostly) who are told they aren’t feminine enough, so they must be boys and they must bind themselves and piss through a packer and change their name, because they aren’t right as they are.

My compassion lies with the detransitioners – the people who have realised too late that there is nothing wrong with their body. And by the time they realise this, their body is already poisoned with the hormones of the opposite sex. It’s with the confused men with fake breasts and the hurting women with stubble.

My compassion lies with the male-to-trans, the ones who genuinely feel they are in the wrong body – that they are somehow ‘wrong’ as a person. My compassion lies with them because they have been told by society that they are not okay as they are, that what they like and how they feel does not belong in their body, and so they have decided that their body is wrong.

My compassion lies with all trans people – these people are mentally ill and we, as a society, are enabling them to pump themselves full of hormones that don’t belong in their bodies (the long term side effects of which we still have no real idea of), cut off healthy body parts, have painful surgeries and spend every waking minute trying to fix their ‘wrongness’, when all that is wrong is a society that does not allow gender-non-conformity to go unpunished in some way or other.

My compassion lies with all the children being raised today and in future with no grasp of very basic biology, no understanding of how their body works, no language to articulate what is happening to their body.

My compassion lies with the women who are being robbed of the language to articulate what is happening to them and their sisters and why it is happening. Who are gaslighted into accepting and parotting blatant lies and word soup that makes no sense, either common or scientific.

My compassion lies with the women who are no platformed, fired, stalked, harrassed, threatened with violence, rape and murder (of them, their children, their pets…) for saying things such as ‘women have vulvas’ or ‘people born with penises don’t experience periods’.

My compassion lies with the women who work tirelessly to build places where they and other women can be safe only for them to be torn down on the whims of men. It lies with the women who lost part of themselves when Michfest ended and it lies with those of us who will never experience it because a different breed of man than usual saw that women had something and decided if they couldn’t have it, they’d destroy it.” ( by Emma Gibson)

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