Overwhelmed with the miasma of bad faith politics, bathroom laws, and an intensification of the war on trans — I’ve shuddered for the last few months under my own disingenuous neutrality. Keyboard and street. My left hand was arguing for archaic sex essentialism even as I was accused, publicly, of infiltrating a convent for kinkster thrills (class acts, those TERFs); and my right hand, meanwhile, was acting freely and unfettered as an extension of the woman I am, to everyone and to every place. With no footnotes, no question marks.
Ie.: Gendercrit = male in the tweets, female in the streets.
I’ve withheld responding directly to the two libellous (and lawsuit worthy) essays grossly served up against me — one of the authors of which having died suddenly and very shortly after posting the slander.
Her death. Not even a fortnight after her disgusting attacks on my livelihood, in the midst of a change of location, nation, and job. Depressingly, Jaqueline Sephora Andrews‘s last days, aided by anonymous TERFs, were invested in inventing all manner of awful falsehoods about other trans women, all to appease the pantomime of “men in dresses”. In other words — of belittling and humiliating repetitiously, they trans who are no less nor no more than she in their gender identity, but somehow ruled invalid and worthy of condensed scorn. For what?
Andrews’s legacy now exists as a litany of interpersonal hate-fueled abuse: her entire output was a robotic monofeed yelling “You’re a man!” at random translings on twitter. The more egg mode and vulnerable, the more merciless she disparaged them. Every day, all day. And when not making a hobbyhorse out of social media harassment, Andrews was a shill-speaker for Alliance Defending Freedom: an SPLC listed hate-group … being yet another example of gendercrits willingly collaborating with extremist evangelical groups. Thus, Andrews’s ideology virulently enacted harm from multiple angles, the sorts of sinister deeds gendercrits do to demonstrate their fidelity to the Cause … their quarry often being those suicidal kids whose online presence Andrews hunted, and the quacking cowards who were pleased to have a puppet proxy for their psychotic disdain towards trans people.
And myself bloody well doubts that more than a mere few TERFies even chipped in tokens (pun intended) to pay for Jaqueline’s funeral. That’s the reality:
A dead trans woman is just another dead trans woman to them.