A confused girl who thinks she’s a man took a picture of herself “having her period.” Aaaaand The Huffington Post thinks this sends a powerful message. One to be celebrated. Such bravery. Because, of course, s/he/ze is fighting transphobia in the best way possible or something.
Did I mention s/he goes by the name Toni the Tampon?
Aren’t you glad you joined us this morning?
Y’all know I’m trans and queer, And what that means for me all around, Is something that’s neither there nor here, It’s a happy, scary middle ground. So when I talk gender inclusion, And I wrote these rhymes to help you see, I’m not tryna bring up something shallow, Periods are honestly pretty traumatic for me. See my life is very clearly marked, Like a red border cut up a nation, A time before and a time beyond, The mark of my first menstruation. So let me take you back, To the details that I can still recall, Of the day I gained my first period, And the day that I lost it all. I was 15 and still happy, Running around, all chest bared and buck, Climbing trees, digging holes, And no one gave a single fuck. I mean I think my ma was worried, So I went and grew out my locks, A sign I was normal, still a girl, A painted neon sign for my gender box. So, the day I got my period, My god, a day so proud, This little andro fucked up kid, Had been bestowed the straight, cis shroud. The relief got all meshed up in my pain, In that moment, I sat down and cried, Just thanking god I was normal, While mourning the freedom that had died. Everyone told me my hips would grow, I looked at them and couldn’t stop crying, “What’s wrong with you? You’ll be a woman!” They kept celebrating a child dying. See my body had betrayed me, That red dot, the wax seal, On a contract left there broken, A gender identity that wasn’t real. Most people deal with blood and tissue, And yet my body forces me to surrender, Cause every time I get my cycle, Is another day I shed my gender. My boobs betray me first, I feel them stretching out my binder, I send up questions, “am I cursed?” And wish to god that she was kinder. The five days it flows, I try to breathe, I dissociate, While my body rips outs parts of me, Leaving nothing but a shell of hate. The blood drips from an open wound, Of a war waging deep inside my corpse, The battle between mind and body, Immovable object; unstoppable force. #bleedingwhiletrans #menstruator #genderinclusion #mencanmenstruate #protectranskids #periodpride #genderdysphoria #menstruationmatters #ifmenhadperiods [PLEASE SHARE!]
A transgender artist released a powerful photo last week in an attempt to broaden the cultural understanding of the different types of people who experience menstruation.
Cass Clemmer, who uses they/them pronouns, posted the photo of themself on Instagram on July 12, depicting them free-bleeding while holding up a sign that reads “Periods are not just for women #BleedingWhileTrans.”
The photo was accompanied by a poem the artist wrote for a spoken word event at a menstrual health conference last summer.
Yes, “free bleeding” is the hottest new trend among feminist she bulls and tranny lady boys. It’s a disturbing form of activism praying upon many an unprepared eye.
Aside from all the grossness going on here, this form of social justice wimpism is also hysterically redundant. Because the whole “I’m a man and I get a period” thing? It’s proven wrong by the photo she/he/it is showing off. You know, because periods are for women.
Science! Apparently it only applies when it comes to shaming people on matters of global warming (see Tucker Carlson Embarrasses DNC Advisor Over Transgender ‘Science’ and Thanks ‘Progress’: Transgender ‘Man’ Gets Pregnant. After Hormone Therapy). The gel slathered, mentally ill in costume get a free pass.