Easily that if not more. Most cis people either don’t know a trans person personally, or they don’t realize they do. We went through this with queer people, with lefties - prejudices wax and wane. What was taboo ceases to be so taboo when you realize it’s not the big deal you thought it was, that we are real people.

I lived for a while in a reactionary backwater as an out trans woman and people could not figure it out. Trans people exist in big cities full of Liberals and don’t look or dress like everyone else in fuckass nowhere. It’s not on people’s radar

I’ve worked places where no one has clocked that I’m trans even after I have told them, to their faces, that I am transgender. Or they think I’m transmasc (?) - or just a really good ally, or something. Anything but that I’m transfem.

People are oblivious. People are terrible at gendering other people based on anything but vibes a lot of the time. And if they don’t know that you’re trans for sure then they revert to assuming you’re cis.

Trans people are the spiders Georg of thinking about gender. People just wing it, they don’t know. Tall women exist!

GOOD caulk

There’s a poem from the Han Dynasty about this:

《蝉逆雨行》

地裂蝉声出 寒壳挂枯槐

振翅朝天笑 孤足立苍苔

清音直上射 雨星乱坠来

云中无湿处 脱衣不留埃

童儿仰头呼 可换百钱哉

老农拍膝怒 此虫败吾穑

“The Cicada Defies the Rain”

From the earth’s fissures, the cicada’s song emerges; Its cold shell hangs from a withered locust tree. It flaps its wings toward the sky with a laugh, Standing on a single leg upon the mossy ground. Its clear song soars straight upward, While raindrops fall in a chaotic shower. Amid the clouds, there is no trace of moisture; It sheds its shell, leaving not a speck of dust. “Can I trade it for a hundred coins?” a child calls, looking up. An old farmer slaps his knee in anger: “This insect has ruined my harvest!”

This implies an important question: what is the Baltimore of China?

Edit: I asked Deepseek and it had an existential crisis before deciding on Tianjin.

:sicko-oui:

I still don’t know how emotes work on hexbear

We are delicious, though, and squishable. And susceptible to pesticides.

The more I think about it the better it sounds. Let the AKC make a breed standard for a dog that is sexy to a random dude on the street. Let dog breeders be exactly as weird about it as they are about any other breed. Let them compete in the Westminster dog show. Replace the Westminster dog show with a bunch of inbred mutts who look uncannily like canine approximations of Fox News hosts. Fuck it.

There’s a reason we emerge in broods, scream, molt, mate, be bisexual, eat hot chip, and die.

And we’re pissing on you the whole time, what can you do?

Joke’s on you I can’t die even if I wanted to

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Sorry about that, it’s in our nature (along with the screaming and dying en masse)

Need an edit of the buff sonic power pissing emote but with a cicada in place of sonic

I think there’s some kind of dialectical processes at work. A struggle session? Some things will forever remain a mystery.

Everyone gets - - - - -

Pergant

I know what’s wrong with me. Not enough brunch!

For the ill wishes from beanis

Beanis mpreg

(it was beanis pause)

I had a cis coworker who got misgendered on the phone all the time. Middle-aged church lady who sang in the choir and had a lovely alto/contratenor voice. She understood voice dysphoria just fine because she had to live it every day. Most cis people don’t, or if they do, they don’t talk about it. My coworker did. It really messed with her.

Meanwhile at that point I’d stopped getting misgendered on the phone for a long, long time. I don’t know why. People operate entirely on vibes, and if they want to be shitty about it, they’ll be shitty about it. Everyone else at my workplace just kind of rolled their eyes at her, but I felt the sadness in her voice when she put the phone down in my bones.

The Donkey by Couch Slut

Ethics and morality aside? Yeah, sure, fuck it. Why not?