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ayeforscotland 10 months
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Ever seen a woman with small boobs? Well, they didn鈥檛 exist a few years ago according to transphobes.
Their brains have been absolutely devoured by worms. Imagine living like this every day. Go outside for 5 minutes, fuck sake.
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jackrabblt 1 month
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gender-luster 2 years
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there are two trannies inside of you. one is telling you to shave your head bc gender envy, and the other one is telling you to grow your hair out bc gender envy.
what do you do?
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prettyboykatsuki 1 year
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like sorry an anime from the early 2000's in Japan doesn't use the Righteous Good Words for queer people and identities but maybe there's more important things to queer rep than semantics and clean, unproblematic language lol
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mintedwitcher 9 months
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I just had two transphobes attempt to insult and degrade me by calling me a tranny, because I said I wasn't going to stop referring to cis people as cis. Then they got absurdly angry that I didn't react in the way they wanted when they called me a tranny. Because I've been calling myself that, proudly, for years now. I've reclaimed that term for myself, because fuck yeah I am a tranny. I think it's a funny term and I like it for myself. And these transphobes lost their goddamn minds because I didn't react the way they wanted me to.
See, this is what exposes them, though. They compared being called 'cis', a scientifically accurate term describing their relationship to their gender, to a transphobic slur, implying with that comparison that the terms were of equal moral value and impact. They're so mad about being called 'cis', because they see 'trans' as an insult, and therefore assume 'cis' is an insult. Their worst fear in this world is being assumed to be trans, or being called trans, or even being accused of being supportive or accepting of trans people. Because they see trans existence as inherently subhuman.
They don't even try to cover that up. They demand we use terms like 'normal' or 'biological' when talking about cis people, implying once again that being trans is subhuman. They cannot stand the thought that they could need to be classified in the same way that we classify transness.
This is also, btw, why their arguments and their composure absolutely shatters when you compare the terms 'cis' and 'trans' to terms like 'tall' or 'short' or 'blonde'. Because 'cis' and 'trans' are adjectives, they're descriptors, that's all they are. They're a way to classify groups of people into mostly accurate categories to make discussions simpler.
If I wanted to give a lecture about the commonality of blonde hair, for example, I would be wasting time and breath by trying to describe blondeness without using the word blonde, and I'd most likely end up accidentally excluding some types of blonde hair while accidentally including some types of hair that would be better suited under the 'redhead' or 'brunette' categories. The same can be said for discussions of gender and sex, which is the only context where these terms are actually widely used.
If I wanted to talk about cis women, I would say cis women. Because that includes all women who were born female and still identify as women now. If I wanted to talk about all women, cis and trans together, I'd simply say women. Likewise, for discussions involving only trans women, I would say trans women. Notice how in none of these circumstances anyone is being incorrectly categorised. Discussions of cis women stay about cis women, discussions of trans women stay about trans women. Discussions about women stay about women.
Categories are helpful. Adjectives are helpful. No one is hurting you or excluding you by calling you cis, unless you're not cis.
And really if you have this much of a visceral reaction to being called cisgender, maybe it's time you do some self-reflection, because you might not be cisgender.
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stardropsandrain 6 months
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Can u write ftm who ran away from home and is taken in by robin and demetrius and they accept and love the ftm :(
Tw!! T-slur
Please do enjoy
You sat on the bus you'd hopped on what felt like days ago but, had only been a few hours. An announcement came over the intercom, that called your attention
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"Last stop up, Pelican Town!"
You looked around the bus and noticed you were the last on. You sighed and readied yourself to exit the bus. When the bus stopped you hopped out and stepped foot onto the dirt path. You thanked the bus driver and began to wander.
You turned toward the path that seemed to lead to the town there. You checked your phone you noted the time 7:40. You went up to the first building you saw, it seemed to be a infirmary, it was closed. The store next to it was closed as well. You sighed and headed to what looked to be an open saloon. You walked inside and the whole place seemed to freeze. You nervously made your way up to the bar
"Could I have a water please," Your voice was nervous and wavered as you spoke
The bartender, a shorter, chubbier man with a nice moustache nods and began to ready a glass for water. While he got your water a pretty woman, tall with short, blue hair approached you from behind the counter
"I'm Emily," She spoke, her voice was soft and nice "that's Gus," she said, pointing to the moustached man
"I'm Y/N," You responded
"How old are you," She asked, curiosity in her eyes
"Seventeen," You replied, looking everywhere but her
It felt like every pair of eyes in the bar was on you. It filled you with an anxiety that slowly crept through your body
"Here you are," Gus said, placing a water on the counter
You grabbed your wallet but Gus shook his head
"It's just a water, on the house."
You smiled, greatful for the generosity
"Thank you."
You sipped your water, as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. You jumped when a hand gently landed on your shoulder
"Didn't mean to frighten you," A red headed woman said softly "just wanted to ask where you came from. I'm Robin," she introduced herself before she motioned to a black haired man "this is my husband, Demetrius."
"Nice to meet you," You replied in a mumble
"So what brings you here," Demetrius asks
"Traveling," You say, keeping your eyes on your glass
Neither of them believed you but they didn't push the matter
"Do you need a place to stay," Robin asked
You look up at her, trying to gauge her, as you wondered if she was trying to trick you. But you needed a place to say, so you slowly nodded
"Yes ma'am," You spoke quietly
"Why don't you stay in our home," She asks "you can stay as long as you'd like."
"Really," You asked, you couldn't believe someone would be that nice "are you sure?"
"Of course, we can use a blow up mattress and you can sleep wherever you'd like."
You stared at Robin. People this nice didn't exist, not without wanting something
"How much?"
Robin laughed softly and shook her head
"Nothing at all."
You took in a deep breath, debating your options, and nodded slowly
"Okay."
Robin and Demetrius smiled and Robin patted your shoulder gently
"Alright, you can follow us home," Demetrius said
You got off your barstool, water left behind, and followed behind the couple. They led you through the town and up towards and rather large house
"We live here with our two kids," Demetrius explained as he unlocked the door to the house
The house was beautiful, at least to you it was. You smiled to yourself
"Your house is beautiful," You remarked to the two
"Thank you," Robin replied before asking, "have you had anything to eat?"
The rumbling in your stomach answered her question
"C'mon, I'm sure we have some food."
You followed Robin to the kitchen, while Demetrius walked into to what seemed to be the basement. You sat at the table while Robin heated up some leftovers and plated them before she gave them to you. You ate quickly, only now realizing how hungry you were
"So," She sat across from you at the table "what really brought you here."
You didn't have it in yourself to keep the real reason from her any longer. She seemed to only want to help. You sighed and slowed your eating
"My uhm, my parents kicked me out," You start "I came out to them as a trans guy and they said I was no daughter of theirs anymore," you winced at your own words "they burned most of my stuff. Called me a tranny and told me to leave their house and never come back."
You shrugged and continued to eat your food
"The food is good thank you."
Robin stared sympatheticlly she took a deep breath
"Why don't you stay with us," She asked
You were frozen by the question. You never thought that you'd have real home again. You figured you'd stay a drifter working from job to job
"Oh, I couldn't possibly intrude like that," You replied, as you shook your head "You already have two children."
Robin shook her head and smiled
"We've always wanted a third, we'd be more than happy to house you as our own. We love and accept everyone. No one deserves the treatment you received. You'll be our son. Only if you wish to be though. I completely understand if you say no."
Your eyes filled with tears and you felt vulnerable, like a little kid
"You mean it," you asked softly
"Awe hun, of course."
You smiled a watery smile at her and cleared your throat
"I'll take you up on that offer."
She smiled wide and stood from her seat, she moved around the table and pulled you into a hug
"Welcome to the family son."
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A/N: I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this, I hope you enjoyed!
Good riddance and stay safe 馃枻馃枻馃枻
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fella-lovin-fella 9 months
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Tranny
xoxo
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thund3randrain 1 month
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Currently sat in a coffe shop studying looking like that one non binary band kid who never talks and hangs around the train station after school and drinks monster
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ettolrach-uwu 9 months
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do your parents know you're trans? if so how was your coming out?
They do and it's not going too well. I would wait to answer this but there's never a moment in time when the situation is truly done, so I'll just give an answer now. TLDR they do and it's a struggle trying to get them to respect me for who I am.
CW transphobia, t-slur
I came out to my parents around a year after I realised I was trans, I was 18 at the time. I suspected it might not go well so by this time I already told everyone else; my friends and my teachers, since I was in high school at the time. I socially transitioned way before medically transitioning, which one only started two odd months ago.
I told them that I'm trans and that I want to be called Charlotte and they did not take it well at all, though it wasn't the worst possible outcome. My mother really didn't want it to be happening and was most vocal during conversations afterwards, as she usually is. She said that she doesn't want me to be trans for reasons I still don't fully understand. She says it's because she's scared for my safety, but I think it's because her internalised transphobia makes her think that being trans is disgusting and doesn't want me to end up like one of those trannys.
She asks me, how do I know whether I don't like being a man if I've not lived as an adult man before? To her, it doesn't matter that I've lived nearly 17 as a boy unhappily. She asks, can I please try living as a man for at least a year at university, after all, I've not experienced things like being in a relationship and having sex as a man before.
She tells me that my grandmother is very scared. My father too, he couldn't sleep for weeks after I told him I'm trans. Other guilt-tripping techniques are used too, like, don't you know how hard it is to hear this from your own child that you've raised for 18 years?
Not once have they called me Charlotte since I told them that I want to be called that, nor are they putting in any effort whatsoever to change. They just keep calling me by my deadname.
Not once have they asked what they can do to help me transition, or at least what they can do to make me feel better, happier.
Not once have they called me their daughter.
I moved out, this was investigated and was scheduled to happen anyway. They give me some money every month, and I boymode whenever I visit them, which is about once every week, maybe sometimes it's a fortnight. It takes a long time, but eventually I give it another go.
I'm 20 now. I work at a big company where I'm known as Charlotte to everyone. Everyone at uni and all my friends know be as Charlotte. I haven't mentioned it, but I'm living an incredibly happy life away from my parents being my true and real self. I tell by parents this, and how my life is so much happier. But this time I also say that I don't care about what they want; I will, no matter what, be trans and they have to live with that. They begrudgingly accept, while still trying every trick you can think of to convince me to not be trans. For some reason, the extra two years since my first coming out did not get them process this better (because they wanted me to stop rather than when on themselves to change and accept).
They still don't make an effort to stop deadnaming me. My mother doesn't want be wearing certain clothing. I'm fighting back on the latter one every time it happens. I shouldn't need to, I'm an adult and can choose to do whatever I want. As for the deadnaming, I'm gonna talk to them tomorrow, and if not, then soon after.
So to answer your question, they know. And it didn't go well at all, though it could have gone a lot worse. If you're about to come out and you have any, and I been any kind of concern that it week go badly, make sure you have essential documents like your passport and birth certificate, enough money to get by a while, and a friend who's willing to let you stay over if you get kicked out should you still live with your parents.
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chuckster 2 months
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voicing some thoughts about aaron bushnell that i havent heard anyone else say. also im transgender. i really think he new exactly what he was doing, he wore his uniform, he stated his reasoning, he filmed it himself om twitch so no one would have to press send. for some reason people think hes trans, which is nobodies business and if anything detracts from his message. its not just about getting weird tumblr users to transvestigate its about getting everyone in as many places as he can reach to realize whats going on. if he was indeed trans i think that would just make it easier for his message to be diluted 'some tranny killed itself infront of an israeli embassy" instead of "a us soldier lit himself on fire infront of the israel embassy in washington dc". does this make sense
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Transphobes admit to not knowing
how many head injuries come from volleyball
what coed volleyball is
that women can have VERY powerful spike balls
and that they only watch beach volleyball to stare are barely clothed women
Even a little girl winning a race for sports day "must be evil trans"
Girls and women can't win anything without "THAT THING MUST BE A TRANNY, MEN ATTACKING WOMEN" being screamed at them by sore losers who are transphobic and want to be on the news and coddled by other transphobes
It鈥檚 so weird to me that TERFs apparently don鈥檛 even realise how misogynistic and sexist they are while doing this tbh. So glad more people have started waking up to it though.
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crowcussion 1 year
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what? WHAT?
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bli-o 11 months
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TW//transphobic slur
TWITTER IS FUCKING CRAZZZZZYYYY WHAT THE FUCk
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roll-the-bones 8 months
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Omw to enchant everyone in my major with my tranny rizz
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t4t-pathogen 10 months
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they should invent online kissing for trannies
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