I saw this tweeted out by someone who claims to be a gender therapist. The imagery of your presumed “true self” emerging out of the corpse of your “wrong body” disturbs me greatly.
That, yes, but even more, to me, the creepy anime sprite representing WOMAN. She’s about 10 years old but with tits and presumably the all-important front hole, her eyes are the size of plates, and her hair could roof a building while everything else about her is barely there. Tits, hair, and eyes; what more do you want?!
That’s not what being female is. That stupid toon doesn’t represent Woman or Girl or female, it’s just a sketch of a sex doll.
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I totally wouldn’t have gotten that the homunculus was “emerging” from the dead dude in a metaphorical way if it weren’t explained to me. I think it looks more like a naked murderess (with severe burns) just killed her overprotective brother with a flat iron and is kneeling on his blood-eagled corpse. The body on the bottom appears to have more volume than the body on the top.
Wow that’s horrifying…
The corpse of the “wrong” body does have a zipper down the back. This “wrong” body has been disposed of like a worn out jacket (or Pop Tart wrapper, to reference another inapt analogy). Unfortunately for the rest of us mere mortals without Rainbow Sparklevision, it is only the “wrong” body we will ever see, perhaps painted with lipstick and crammed into a dress, not the immaterial Divine Inner Being of True Womanhood metaphorically emerging from the spent pupa of its previous Deadnamed male existance. And for our lack of Rainbow Sparklevision we will be called Bigot, Transphobe, and TERF.
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Why does it always look like animé?
Because that’s just how thoughtful and reasonable and reality-accepting it is.
Because shojo-looking stuff is what stalkery youngish boys are into…
I know I was when I was younger…
Wait, I thought the outer male tormented the inner female? Having to wear that male body and pretend it fits is what makes their life so unbearable. So what’s this “thanks for protecting me” bit?
That is a crystal-clear illustration of a lonely man conjuring a fantasy girlfriend inside of himself, and then replacing his “primary” psychological sense of self with the persona he’s created. How anyone can look at that image and still not believe that autogynephilia is a thing is beyond me. These are men with self-directed sexual and romantic attraction whose sense of themselves as women is completely centred around a their straight male sexuality, and it couldn’t be any clearer.
(Ok, well probably Bruce Jenner made it clearer when he said, “the hardest thing about being a woman is deciding what to wear,” but this is a close second.)
It is interesting that the male in the drawing is much more thoroughly and clearly delineated than the female.
Proof positive hat he never in his life actually felt like, or was treated like, a woman.
…plus the fact that Jenner’s fetishistic transvestism was notoriously publicized for years way before he transitioned, and then after he transitioned all “she” wanted to talk about was clothes. And nobody wants to acknowledge that “Caitlyn” is little more than this rich macho Republican man’s midlife crisis sex-doll persona. I can’t even.
But, Artymorty, isn’t that all any woman ever wants to talk about? Clothes? I know I must spend at least 5 minutes every day thinking about what I’m going to wear! Sometimes as much as 10, when the weather is in that period where it’s cold in the morning, but I know it will be hot by afternoon when I return home from work.
Well of course! That’s how you know you’re a woman. There’s literally no other way to tell!
Oh shit, I think I spent five minutes trying to find a matching pair of clean non-holed socks this morning. And then a couple more debating which collared shirt to wear under which sweater. It’s clear: I’m a translady now. I’m gonna have to come up with a ladyname. Fuck.
I’m no longer Arty, I’m Artemistress now and my pronouns are m’lady/th’lady/Miss Thang. I don’t have a driver’s license on which to change my sex but I’m going to go get one, for the validation.
Artemis?
I vote for Artryx.
@Not Bruce, there is no way I’m not accusing all and especially sundry of having Rainbow Sparklevision from now on, possibly several times a day.
If he was trans species (horse), I’d vote for Artax.