
Because I have had that argument way to many fucking times.
Observers and participants looking back said in hindsight the riots, involving about 200 mostly young gays, among them drag queens and lesbians, should have been no surprise given the anti-authoritarian mood of the era. - link
And they had to wear gender appropriate clothing, that was for the drag queens*. - heard on bbcworld
*I can't promise that was the exact wording, as I can't find it online.
Edit: I believe that Sylvia in her life identified variously as a queen a transvestite and a transgender women but I have no fear that those reporting on stonewall understand that.
Edit 2: Ok this is a worse way to remember stonewell
1) The women in question
Or
2) her laboratory teacher*
No, then it is not your fucking business what she wears, the end.
Also we think women might be too submissive so we are going to tell them what they can and can't wear! FAIL, GIANT PILE OF FAIL
Also fuck you.
*and making reasonable safety requests.

The hospital’s social worker reported “evidence” of abuse and neglect based on the following:
* The “baby was born to an illegal [sic] immigrant;”
* The “mother had not purchased a crib, clothes, food or formula.” (Most Latina mothers breast feed their babies).
* “She does not speak English which puts baby in danger.”
So they took her child and adopted it out.
Nix rocks, and found it for me
But lets get something fucking straight. You, women-focused feminists don't get to talk about my friends without expecting a response.
Oh you want to talk about men's violent fantasy, I got plenty right now, coming your way.
Oh wow, just so you know this right here is where I lost it, women-focused blogger, only not all women hey, cause a women who disagrees with you clearly just needs to come off her meds....
Fuck you, really, do you have any kind of idea what hell it is to be seriously mentally ill without treatment, and to be treated by the whole world like none of your opinions matter because you are not neurotypical. Well I am guessing you don't, and I am also guessing you don't care, seeing how uninterested you are in considering the voice of the sex worker who dared voice heropinions.
’m proposing celibacy for bi and het-sex men (any men born as men interested in sexual relations with women) as the ground of being to expand male consciousness as a pathway toward real peace.
Just so you know, Shelia isn't my sister, I have no problem with you calling her your hero, but she offends me to my peirced and soon to be tattooed boy sex having gendertrash heart not while she treats people like me and Alex as sisters, she ain't no Friend of mine.
h/t Caroline
*the anti sex, anti porn, trans phobic bit of the radical feminist movement.
The secret of his success as an academic, I am now convinced, is to ensure that none of his precious brainpower is wasted on other, less important matters. He feels the urge to sample a delicious luxury chocolate? He pops one in his mouth. Pulling on yesterday’s shirt less trouble than finding a clean one? Over his head the stale garment goes. Rather fancies sitting in a comfy armchair instead of taking a brisk jog around the park? Comfy armchair it is. Thanks to its five-star treatment, my father’s willpower – rested and restored whenever possible – can take on the search for wisdom with the strength of 10 men. - link
( Oh no the didn't )
Everyone who knows me, or knows my politics and Dr Kennedy's knows I am not a fan of her, I consider her, as many in the Aus trans community do, gatekeeper in chief. However it is not her gate-keeping that is being attacked, it is that she didn't bolt it shut hard enough, that she didn't stop someone who had made it though all the gates from accessing surgery.
I do not want to add to Andrews pain, I am sure his life is hard, but his life, his relationship with his body is quite similar to that of a trans man.
One thing I haven't been able to find much about, is the flip side of trans misogyny, that while trans women must be fetishistic freaks, trans men are portrayed as lesbians trying to game the system in search of male privilege, they are ignored, hidden and I wonder if Zucker/Blanchard do as much damage as many fear, what is the treatment of trans men going to look like?
To my uncle, who throw me into a swetting shaking mess by when he looked at my septem ring and called it self mulitation, while the scares on my arms burn white hot, I am taking my body back from you.
To the man who raped me, to those who told me that I wanted it, asked for it, should have, could have, would have. I am taking my body back, and I will label it however I want, and I will tell you what is invastion and what isn't. I am taking my body back from you.
To those who have said, and will say that I was such a pretty girl, that my transtion is a waste, I am taking my body back. I know it scares you when women's bodies are products and I am taking mine off the market, but that isn't your choice to make, I am taking my body back.
It's never been yours, and I will not let you believe that you owned it. It is mine.
Every needle, those
Followed by steel
Followed by ink
Followed by T
Are a prick in your world, the one where you could have, should have, would have owned me.
I am taking my body back, I suggest you get out of my way.
absence of comment does not equal consent. EXPLICITLY consenting. There’s no room for assuming “she doesn’t mind” at all. Unless she’s made it very clear that she wants to have sex with a particular person, that person should not be engaging in any of that conduct with her at all.
Are you telling us that you’ve ever gone “up to a woman you wanted to bed” and started fucking her without her giving you any reason to think she was consenting to sex with you? Not even a wink, a smile, anything?
Stolen from here, but I just loved that last line.
Some times I like my world, this path that has been chosen for me.
I can be the biggest freak you have ever known, the one with all the labels like flies following me around.
I can be what you fear. I can show you the scars that I earned, from the civil war which you don't know is happening right now, the war being waged against people like me.
This is the scar I got from being smart, and this is the scar I got from being disabled and daring to show it, for daring to care more about myself than pretending that I also live under the fat of the curve. this is the scar I got from being young and queer, this is the scar I got for sleeping with men while trying to be a lesbian, when what I really wanted was to be not-women. these are the scars from going undercover in skirts and heals all those years ago. These are the scares of a hundred doctors, teachers and so called mentors who wouldn't, who couldn't understand and pefered my silence to that which they feared.
They feared me.
I am proud of my scars, why wouldn't I be, history written on my body, on my mind, a tale of survival, and tale of new found wonder and understanding, the history of me. A tale of the kind of growing you can only do alone, in the dark, under the small of the curve.
But at the same time I want more than anything to hide, to be back at one of those few places where either they understood, or they sat an listened, where they saw that the words they spoke have influence, that they refused stand against me in that civil war, a war which they could see, having been on a different front of it, even if I fight in deserts and they fight in mountains they know what being hunted means.
I miss sometimes, not having to explain each scar.
The UN has asked for more information about this police killing.
The backwards police state where this could happen? Our very own Australia.
