Every Time Someone (incl Disabled People) Say That Disability Is Just A Social Construct, A Fairy Looses

I'd rather hangout with the straight boyfriend than the queer cop who insists they're one of the "good ones" while harassing people of color

I'd rather hangout with the straight palestinian grandma than the queer zionist who keeps insisting that the death of palestinians is the one way ticket to queer liberation

I'd rather hangout with the leather dyke who is a mspec gaybian and uses paw/pawself pronouns than the puritan who makes "callout posts" clearly targeting disabled queer artists

TME and TMA as intersexist terms: as written by an intersex transfem

I’ve had a few different people in my inbox asking me why I view these terms the way I do. In particular, why I claim it’s intersexist. So, I thought I’d lay out a few examples, so everyone can understand where I’m coming from.

Imagine an intersex woman. She was assigned female at birth by her doctors, and was able to go about her childhood as a woman with no inclination that anything was amiss. Sure, she didn’t experience certain parts of puberty, but puberty was different for everyone, right?

But, later in life, she learns she has Turner syndrome. This is an intersex condition where a woman has only one X chromosome, rather than the usual two.

Soon after she learns this, she finds that laws are being made to attempt to keep trans women out of women’s spaces (often specifically sports) which use chromosomes as a defining factor of womanhood.

Would this intersex person be considered “transmisogyny affected”? She has been raised as a cisgender woman with no problems regarding being ‘clocked’, but she is also a direct target of transmisogynistic laws. She lies in a gray area.

Now, let’s go to another intersex person. Imagine an intersex man with PAIS. AIS is an intersex condition where babies are born with testes and XY chromosomes, but their body is immune to or can’t respond to androgens (which includes testosterone). Intersex people with partial AIS (PAIS) often develop a vulva and clitoris during puberty.

This intersex person identifies as a man, and he was assigned male at birth. However, his body does not produce testosterone, and he went through a feminizing puberty. To the average eye, he appears to be a woman now because of this.

Would this intersex person be considered “transmisogyny affected?” He was assigned male at birth, and now appears to be a woman, much like many transfems. However, if many saw how he looks now, stating that he is a male, they would probably clock him as transmasc. He was raised as a boy until puberty, and then faced astrozcization from his peers when he began a puberty that feminized him. What he was facing was a form of intersexism where transmisogyny was playing a huge part. Does his childhood matter? Can one become TME over time, when they were TMA as a child? Again, he lies in a gray area, where the answer is not quite so simple.

What about the “opposite”, per se — an intersex woman who had a masculinizing puberty? She has aromatase deficiency, which means that many ‘male’ hormones (which would usually be converted to ‘female’ hormones) would remain unconverted. She identifies as a woman, and was identified as a female at birth and was raised, until puberty, as a female. But now, she would be clocked as a trans woman upon looking at her. What does that make her? Is it different from the previous example? How and why? This intersex person also lies in a gray area. How she should be described with these terms is not clear.

And keep in mind, these are all relatively simple examples. All of the examples I listed self-identify as cisgender. But there are intersex people who are trans in any direction you can imagine.

If that last example identified as a trans woman, because she is now clocked as one, would you be able to say she’s wrong for that? What about if she identified as transmasculine, because of her experience with puberty? What if she’s multigender, bigender or genderfluid, and says she’s both transmasc and transfem because of her complicated experiences? Would that make her a TMA transmasculine person? But I thought that transmascs were all TME? That’s how it’s so often framed, anyway.

The reason why these questions are so difficult to answer is because these terms were not made with intersex people in mind. Very real intersex transfems were pushed to the wayside in favor of centering the perisex view of transgenderism. Intersex people are nothing but an inconvenient little afterthought, annoying perisex people with their demand for “inclusion” and “consideration”. (As per usual.)

You cannot simply make a new gender binary and say, “No, really, this time everyone fits into these two categories! Forcing people to confine themselves to these two rigid labels which are shown as opposites, and as never interacting, will definitely include everyone this time!!” No matter what the contents of the new binary is, it’s not going to work, because sex and gender alike are too complicated for that. There will always be people in the gray area.

This isn’t even getting into the fact that these terms, for all intents and purposes, seem to have been popularized by and associated with the Baeddelism movement around 2017, which was essentially “Radical Feminism 2: We’re Trans Women, So It’s Fine!” This movement is known for chronic villainization of trans men and non-binary people who aren’t transfem. (They act like this with cis people too, but noticeably less so than they do with non-transfem trans people. How curious.) Think along the lines of how regular radfems treat all men (and who they deem to be men) as inherently morally disgusting scum who deserve to be attacked.

Methinks that maybe these terms aren’t the neutral, fact-based descriptors of oppression that many people nowadays tout them to be, considering that.

So, yeah. “Transmisogyny exempt” and “transmisogyny affected” as terms: not even once. Listen to intersex people, stop trying to make sex and gender into binaries, and for the love of God, stop drinking the queer seperationist koolaid!

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"Hey, I can't sleep..."

Xavier mumbles something in reply, totally incoherent to you. He reaches for the lamp on the nightstand next to his side of the bed, and a warm glow fills the room. He yawns, and he sits up in bed, leaning against the headboard, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Okay, come here, then."

He pats his lap twice. You stare at him, and then at where he was patting.

"You want me to sit on you?"

He raises an eyebrow. "No. Come put your head here."

You oblige and lie down with your head in his lap. He reaches for something else on the nightstand - it's a book. He flips open to a page and clears his throat.

"Once upon a time–"

You can't help but laugh out loud, and you end up shaking the whole bed. Xavier clicks his tongue and shushes you.

"I'm trying to read you a bedtime story, if you don't mind."

"Okay, okay," you concede. "I'll be quiet. So quiet."

Xavier continues, putting on a storyteller voice. "There was a young girl whose mother had sadly died, and she lived with her father whom she loved dearly..."

He continues with the story of Cinderella, and you're enthralled by all the voices he puts on for the different characters. They sound ridiculous and ill-fitting, but you're entertained nonetheless. All the while, one of his hands is in your hair, gently brushing his fingers through it. The other holds the book, and in the moments where he takes the hand in your hair to flip a page, you instantly miss it - you would be happy for him to read a page over and over again if it meant keeping his hand right where it is. There are a couple of times where he yawns, and it's contagious - you yawn along with him.

"... and they all lived happily ever after. The end."

Xavier closes the book, but you turn over in his lap to look up at him. You push your bottom lip out in what you hope is a cute pout. "Can you read me another one, please?"

He rolls his eyes, but obliges, and opens the book again. He flips around for a little bit before clearing his throat again. "This is the story of Sleeping Beauty..."

You're not sure when it is that you doze off, but the next time you wake, sunlight is streaming through the gaps in the curtains. Your head is still in Xavier's lap, his hand still resting in your hair. The book he was holding is next to him on the bed, opened to a random page, and you can hear him snoring lightly. You turn, just a little bit, to take a look at him. His eyelids are twitching just so slightly, his mouth moving as if in conversation with someone in a dream. You feel a warmth spread across your chest, your heart beating just a little faster. Sleeping Beauty indeed.

“autism wouldn’t have been difficult before capitalism” “nothing that caused me burnout existed before industrialization” well what if your boots feel weird against your skin. and your cape is itchy and too heavy. and your brooch keeps making an annoying sound everytime you move and this party is too loud and you’re hungry and there’s pigeon stew but you can’t stand the texture of pigeon so you ate some olives and now your hands feel oily and gross and you drank a little bit too much wine (bc there’s no clear water. also it was too bitter) so now your head hurts and you feel a little hot but not hot enough to take your cape off and you promised this time we leave when I asked, Aurelius! you promised! and don’t forget we still have a three hour ride back home you promised it’s not going to be like last time! or something of the sort.

my literal DREAM oml 🤭

PAIRINGS. . . xavier x lumiere x fem!reader

CW. . . smut, threesome, rough sex, jealous!xavier, oral sex m! receiving

your back arched against xavier’s chest, your thighs shaking from how deep lumiere was pushing into you—slow, relentless strokes that left you whining with every thrust. you were sandwiched between them, xavier’s arms tight around your waist, keeping you still while his lips dragged lazy, heated kisses across your neck, tasting the sweat at your pulse.

lumiere's hands were on your hips, bruising, possessive in a way that made xavier growl low against your ear. jealous, even though he was the one who had said he could "handle sharing." sharing, he said. but now, with you gasping and squirming under lumiere's rhythm, xavier's patience was paper-thin.

"greedy little thing," xavier muttered into your skin, his voice dripping heat, teeth scraping along your jaw. his hand slid up your body, cupping your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple while his other hand drifted down between your thighs to where you were stretched and dripping around lumiere.

he rubbed tight circles on your nub that had you moaning brokenly into the open air, caught between their bodies and losing your mind.

you could feel xavier’s cock pressed hard against your back, twitching with every noise you made, every time lumiere bottomed out inside you with a heavy, deliberate thrust.

lumiere’s eyes stayed locked on you, heavy-lidded and dark, watching every twitch of your mouth, every flutter of your lashes. watching xavier too. knowing exactly how much it was driving him insane.

it was too much. not enough.

you whimpered, nails digging into lumiere's arms, and xavier bit your ear. "you want more?" he asked, voice gravel and silk. "say it."

you could barely breathe, let alone form words, but you nodded, desperate and wrecked.

lumiere smirked, slowing his thrusts to a maddening, shallow grind, while xavier pulled you back against him, shifting you both until you were spread open, straddling lumiere’s thighs. xavier’s hand wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head back to meet his kiss—messy, open-mouthed, all tongue and teeth and desperate need.

and then he changed positions.

you barely registered it before he was guiding you forward, hands spreading your ass, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance while lumiere’s hands stroked up your sides, steadying you.

you gasped into lumiere’s chest as xavier pushed inside from behind—slow, deep, so full you thought you might split apart.

two cocks, two bodies, pressing you from every side, stretching you out so perfectly you could barely think.

lumiere cupped your face, thumbing your lips open, guiding you down to take him into your mouth. his cock was flushed and leaking, and you moaned around him as you sucked, messy and desperate, while xavier fucked into you from behind—hard, deep strokes that had your whole body jolting forward.

the noises were obscene—wet, needy, beautiful. your moans were muffled by lumiere, his hips barely flexing as you took him deeper, while xavier's hands bruised your hips, dragging you back onto him over and over.

you were wrecked between them, pleasure thick and overwhelming, your body slick with sweat and spit and need.

xavier fucked you like he had something to prove, like he could fuck out every trace of lumiere inside you, his teeth gritted, low curses falling from his lips.

lumiere just watched, lazy and amused and utterly indulgent, petting your hair while you gagged and drooled around his cock, his thumb brushing your cheek like he adored seeing you so undone.

xavier's thrusts grew rougher, angrier, pulling you back against him with brutal force, making you sob around lumiere’s cock, body jerking with every thrust.

you felt yourself breaking apart at the seams, the pressure unbearable, perfect, a firestorm about to consume you whole.

and in the center of it all they ruined you, together.

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