Well, I Need More People To Go Read Compound Fracture By Andrew Joseph White.

The Dyke Project manifesto printed on the back of estradiol and testogel boxes

yellowjackets specifically focusing on the spiral into madness through a teenage girl lens was sooo crucial to its plot and development. would it have been different if it were a group of boys instead of girls? yes, definitely. would it have been more violent? more brutal? no. there is something so innately psychological about seeing young women at peak adolescence just go mad. the thing with these young women is that they were already trying to balance between so many things at once. school, identity, sexuality, love, loyalty, friendship, socialization, mental illness. them being put in a position where they had to challenge all of these things for the sake of survival pushed them way past a boundary they were told they should never cross. since the beginning of time women have always been these creatures that were either too innocent or too hysterical. no in between. women are very emotional beings. their anger, their sadness, their grief, is always much more complex. it’s something they’ve been taught to always hold in. it isn’t surface level stuff. it builds up. it bubbles and bubbles and then it comes out haunted, and messy, and fucking terrifying. men? they don’t get told to not get angry. they’re allowed to yell, to scream, to tell people off. it’s as easy as that. their spiral into madness wouldn’t have felt like it needed to be justified or have some other meaning to it. these young women however, it’s so much different. it’s bottled up, and shaken. their violence, their love, their grief, their rage is all so much more emotionally driven, there’s always some logic to it. some way to find connection back to it. it has to have meaning. it has to have ritual. and at the end of it, it’s them reclaiming a power they were never allowed to have.

“surely this will not cause my chronic illness to flare up,” i say, actively doing something that has never failed to flare my chronic illness

this.

”trans men are the weakest links of the trans community” my trans male friends and I have lived a lifetime of having our bodily autonomy stripped away to the point of sexual harassment. people talk about our bodies like everyone except us owns them because no one can handle the idea of precious female bodies being “mutilated” by gender affirming care. we are treated like traitors by women and as confused, silly girls by men. we have no spaces in which we belong because even the queer community tries to control our bodies. if we pass as men then we get ousted from queer-friendly spaces, and if we don’t pass as men we’re treated like cringe, theyfab trenders. everything we love is considered annoying. we’re called ugly and sad and “what a shame you guys are men haha”. We have to watch as society uses us as an excuse to ban gender affirming care for young people because our bodies belong to the government, because our bodies belong to our mothers, and because our anatomy is the only thing they see us as. And then we have to sit back as the trans community blames us for these bans. “All of these fake transtrenders are the reason they all hate us” when we’re busy having the women in our lives scrutinise our bodies to make sure we’re not being “infected” by the trans contagion. There’s no space we can belong in. No space that tries to make us feel welcome because either they treat us like women or they treat us like dangerous, cis men.

Every trans man I know has been sexually assaulted. Every trans man I know has been brought to suicide attempts, either due to their families or due to people online bullying them to death. Our struggles are constantly diminished and yet behind the scenes we’re fucking exhausted from fighting attacks from every single goddamn side. How fucking dare you call us weak. We’re going through fucking hell like every other goddamn trans person out there and our bodies are being abused and controlled and scrutinised every day of our fucking lives. Have you seen how TERFs talk about our bodies? How they lament us “mutilating” our breasts, our fertility, our anatomy, all in the name of feminism. That’s sexual fucking harassment, and it’s disgusting. But that’s all they fucking see us as. We’re not human, we’re just defected specimens. Cis women give themselves free passes to harass our bodies because they see us as “one of them”. One of them, but wrong. One of them, but need to be fixed. My mother regularly checks my chest to make sure I’m not trying to flatten it, and she can get away with it because “that’s what mothers do to their daughters.” Even when I’m not her daughter. Even when I’m screaming at the top of my lungs wanting to die because my body doesn’t belong to me. My body stopped belonging to me as soon as I came out as trans, because female empowerment doesn’t apply to me anymore. Female empowerment is now about “correcting” me, to restore my body back to its former glory, because only then was I worth something.

We are not weak. We are strong as fuck for dealing with the shit we have to deal with. And the worst part is, so much of the bullying comes from other trans men. We’ve been taught to hate ourselves so much that the only way to get ahead is to put down our own brothers and treat them in the way we’ve been treated.

There is no weak link of the community because we’re all dealing with absolute shit from all sides, but don’t you ever suggest that trans men are somehow the whiny babies who have nothing to complain about when we’re constantly holding back from screaming our guts out because there’s nothing else we can do.

Self portrait, based on this photo(don’t reupload)

Hope you guys like my art!! This did super absurdly well on tiktok

We've gathered here today in celebration of men with pretty brown eyes

[Image ID: a black and white typography edit. there are two identical white rectangles on a black background. in the left rectangle is text that reads "if you are unwilling to tolerate trans existence i will make your life intolerable." in the right rectangle are two knives and a pair of scissors. they are ornately decorated on the handle & look vintage. the entire image is textured to look aged and photocopied. /End ID]

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Mari’s death was so dehumanising, of course since the pilot we’ve been knowing whoever pit girl was her death was going to be disturbing but the scalping was so unnecessary, especially since Mari is a person of colour . I think the writers where maybe trying to make Shauna more like brutal with Mari’s death because they have a mutual disliking towards on another, but they’re are so many other ways to do that, it’s just shitty writing and atp it’s clear the writers are racist

this is the edit i was talking about

absolutely obsessed with yellowjackets edits to hadestown songs 🫀

new updated drive with psych abolition resources! it’s sorted into folders for specific subtopics for things like harm reduction, different types of support, disability justice readings, mad liberation zines, etc. it’s not complete yet—there’s a bunch more resources I want to add once I’m at my laptop again but wanted to share now!