Feeding the troll, part 2

My old friend Butterflywings – whose attempts at internet trolling I wrote about here – has submitted a couple of comments to my previous post. They have absolutely no relevance to that piece, of course, although in their own little way they’re really quite priceless, so I thought I’d share them here instead: transphobic hate speech of this calibre needs to put into the public domain so everyone can see it.

I’m not going to bother applying the pink sparklehammer of deconstruction to them; they speak for themselves. It is worth noting, though, that these are the words of a cis woman feminist. This, as they say, is what a feminist looks like.

Author : Butterflywings
E-mail : youthinkimtellingyou@yahoo.com
URL :
Comment:
Fuck you, little child. Your attempts to smear me all over the Internet are hilariously pathetic. You’re the one that hangs out in little cliques of people who agree with you.
Accuse me of trolling? Now I am. No point having a debate with morons, after all.

Author : Butterflywings
E-mail : likeintellingyou@hotmail.com
URL :
Comment:
You think you’re so great, don’t you? You realise everyone is laughing at you? I could demolish your pathetic attempt to argue against my arguments if I could be bothered, but frankly, posting links that agree with you…isn’t argument. Trannies are a bit thick, aren’t they.

It’s like waking up to find small piles of very smelly cat poo dotted around the place.

Time for some music, I think.

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Related post:

• Zen and the art of internet trolling (March 29, 2010)

This is not a trans woman

Emily in Love – Sow the Seeds

On a cold, grey, October morning in London, when you find yourself at work by 7.30am, having been unexpectedly reminded on the way (by a random stranger’s aftershave) of your recently departed Dad… and having realised that today is one of those days when not only has cis society decided that you don’t ‘pass’, but is also hellbent on letting you know of its decision (“Is it a man or a woman?”)…

Well, on that kind of morning it’s always good to get a cheery-uppy email from a friend, with a link to a YouTube video of one of her new songs.

Pink explode-y things will save me!

And so to drink strong coffee and kick computers…

bunnah bunnah

Read this. Says it all, really.

This is what cis feminist Blogdonia does to trans women.

Are you proud of that achievement, my sisters?

Integral

Long live us
The persuaded we
Integral
Collectively
To the whole project
It’s brand new
Conceived solely
To protect you

Everyone has
Their own number
In the system that
We operate under
We’re moving to
A situation
Where your lives exist
As information

One world
One reason
Unchanging
One season
We’re concerned
You’re a threat
You’re not integral
To the project

Sterile
Immaculate
Rational
Perfect
If you’ve done nothing wrong
You’ve got nothing to fear
If you’ve something to hide
You shouldn’t even be here

We’re concerned
You’re a threat
You’re not integral
To the project
If you’ve done nothing wrong
You’ve got nothing to fear
If you’ve something to hide
You shouldn’t even be here

You’ve had your chance
Now we’ve got the mandate
If you’ve changed your mind
I’m afraid it’s too late
We’re concerned
You’re a threat
You’re not integral
To the project

cowgirl

underworld – cowgirl

everything
I’m invisible
an eraser of love an eraser of love
why don’t you call me I feel like flying in two
I’m invisible
an eraser of love an eraser of love
why don’t you call me I feel like flying in two
an eraser of love an eraser of love

I don’t dream ice cream I scream so much
you know what I mean this electric stream
and my tears in league with the wires
and energy and my machine
this is my beautiful dream
I’m hurting no one hurting no one
I want to give you everything
I want to give you energy
I want to give a good thing
I want to give you everything
everything
in one final scream of love who could
climb this high she looks beautiful
like a child I feel tears
and I want to scream
you know what I mean cause this is hurting no one
an eraser of love
hurt the necessary feeling
why don’t you call me I feel like flying in two
an eraser of love

Love etc

Queen Emily told me about this vid for the forthcoming single by the Pet Shop Boys.

It is, of course, awesome – but not as awesome as Queen Emily, who is, in fact, pure, unadulterated awesome™.

War/No More Trouble

Bob Marley & The Wailers – War/No More Trouble

What life has taught me
I would like to share with
Those who want to learn…

Until the philosophy which hold one race
Superior and another inferior
Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
Everywhere is war, me say war

That until there are no longer first class
And second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man’s skin
Is of no more significance than
the colour of his eyes
Me say war

That until the basic human rights are equally
Guaranteed to all, without regard to race
Dis a war

That until that day
The dream of lasting peace, world citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion
To be pursued, but never attained
Now everywhere is war, war

And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
that hold our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique,
South Africa sub-human bondage
Have been toppled, utterly destroyed
Well, everywhere is war, me say war

War in the east, war in the west
War up north, war down south
War, war, rumours of war

And until that day, the African continent
Will not know peace, we Africans will fight
We find it necessary and we know we shall win
As we are confident in the victory

Of good over evil, good over evil, good over evil
Good over evil, good over evil, good over evil

…………

No, we don’t need no more trouble
We don’t need no more trouble

Wo! Oh-oh-oh!
We don’t need no trouble
We don’t need no trouble

Make love and not war
‘Cause we don’t need no trouble.
What we need is love
To guide and protect us on
If you hope good down from above
Help the weak if you are strong now

We don’t need no trouble;
What we need is love
We don’t need – we don’t need – no more trouble
Lord knows, we don’t need no trouble

We don’t need trouble –
no more trouble – no more trouble!
Seek happiness! Oh!
Come on, you all and speak of love! Oh, yeah!

We don’t need no trouble;
What we need is love, now
Oh, we don’t need no more trouble!
We don’t need, no – we don’t need no trouble!
We don’t – no, brothers and sisters … no more trouble!

We don’t need no trouble; we don’t need no trouble!
We don’t need no trouble!
What we need is love!

We don’t need – we don’t need no more – we don’t need –
no more trouble – we don’t need no more trouble!
Trouble we don’t need
We don’t need Lord, knows! –
we don’t need no more war
No more trouble – we don’t need no more – more trouble!

Meh Cats United

If I ever start a new blog, it will be called Meh Cats United and I will totally steal this lolcat from ICHC for the logo.

bunny resistance

Queen Emily has an excellent post up at Sexual Ambiguities.

bunny resistance

I won’t be told what it means to be a woman, what it means to be trans, what it means to be queer, what it means to be femme. I won’t be told that we prop up patriarchy, that I shouldn’t take joy in life, that I can’t be strong and trans and female and feminine and a whole bunch of other things.

No… We won’t be told who we are. Not by psychiatrists. Not by employers, acquaintances, family, friends, lovers. And not by anyone who calls themself a feminist.

We won’t.

Got to love that wabbit…