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To a homophobe, even the most chaste kiss on the cheek between gay people is exactly as disgusting and degenerate as a hardcore BDSM orgy hosted in the town square, so you may as well ally with the BDSM orgy enthusiasts to throw bricks at the cops who are going to try and arrest all of you together anyway.
I once held hands with my husband at an event where my wife was also present, and a concerned parent lectured me about how she didn’t want us to “influence” her son. Our icky gay polyam hand holding was such a threat to this woman that she made a point to corner me away from my partners and get me on my own to lecture me about being “indecent.” If she had been inclined toward violence, I would have been fucked.
Hand holding. That’s all it fucking took.
So catch me at Pride in a leather harness and holding a bat, because if hand holding is all it takes, we owe it to each other to stand together.
We’re here. We’re queer. Get fucking used to it.
The sheer number of LGBT people who have called me a “degenerate” and a “pedophile” and an “abuse apologist” and a “homophobe” and a “woman-beater” over this post, in the less than 24 hours since I have posted it, is proof that it needs to be said.
Call me a degenerate if you want. I don’t care. It has always been the degenerates protecting each other when the cops raid our bars and inspect our clothing and haul us away for being cross-dressing, family-destroying, society-polluting, tranny dyke faggot freaks.
I know who I’d rather have on my side, and it’s not the self-loathing pieces of shit who would rather destroy their own people than dismantle systems of oppression.
You will never be wholesome and pure enough for the bigots, no matter how much you distance yourself from the kinksters. Once they’ve killed all us degenerates, they’re coming for you next. And we won’t be here to fight for you anymore.
This post has been getting a lot of notes again recently, and there’s something I finally feel the need to clear up.
In the last reblog I said that people got nasty on this post and referred to me as a “woman beater.” Many people in the notes have apparently been confused by this, because they think the accusations of woman beating are related to the woman who cornered me. I’ve gotten a lot of questions about how I could be a woman beater if I didn’t get into an actual altercation with the woman.
And, y’all, that’s not why people call me a woman beater for this post.
They think I’m a woman beater because I’m into BDSM. They think I abuse my wife. They think that consensual kink is the same thing as real violence. They saw that I like women and like BDSM, and instantly assumed I must be a sadist Dom who is violent with women.
Never mind that I never specified what kind of kink I’m into, what my specific kink dynamic with my partners are, or what my preferred roles are. Y’all have no idea whether I’m actually a Dom or not. Maybe I’m actually the one who likes getting flogged. Maybe I don’t like flogging at all. Maybe I’m a switch and like both. Maybe I’m not into doing or receiving but I like to watch. Maybe none of these things are true. Maybe several of them are. You have no idea, and I’m not going to tell you.
These people also managed to conveniently ignore the part where I also have a husband, because they are so wrapped up in the idea that “consensual BDSM = men violently abusing women.” The idea of three queer trans people in a consensual polyamorous kink dynamic is so fucking confusing to them that they defaulted to “Ren must hit their wife.”
And to round it off, I also never specified my gender or pronouns or orientation, prompting several nasty comments on this post about cis men being predatory. I am not a man, cis or trans, nor do I think it’s beneficial to treat all men as inherent predators.
Hope that clears up some confusion.
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