“["A Letter to My Son: From a Grieving Mother Who Still Loves Him Deeply"]”
Die in a fire, would be my response, if I was your daughter.
“As a woman, it is incredibly painful to see men adopt what they believe are “feminine” traits, clothing, or mannerisms and call that womanhood.”
This is the attitude that’s going to get cis women harrassed. For not being or appearing feminine withing the narrow band of what you’ll allow to be YOUR women traits. Clothing, mannerisms, clothes… all subject to your bullshit views, and overreactions.
"To me, it feels like a caricature — like our lived experiences, our biology, our lifelong struggles are being reduced to a performance or aesthetic. I don’t say this to hurt you.”
Ah. And you’re the one to judge whether or not it hurts her.
"I say it because my womanhood was not chosen”
Neither was hers you self-important, self-deluded, judgmental psychotic sexist.
"it feels like a wound. Not just for me, but for all women — including your grandmother, aunts and sister.”
So your assumed pain is more impportant than her living her life comfortably within her own skin…
“There is something else I have struggled to explain.”
Struggled to explain. So now you’re just going to do an expository lump. Of the same talking points that have failed before.
“Being asked to use a new name and new pronouns feels like I’m being forced to say something I simply don’t believe is true.”
Oh, and we’ve never been forced to compromise our beliefs in the real world before. Never HAD to obey a law you thought was wrong, or salute an officer that you didn’t respect or answer a test question based on the instructor’s views, not your own?
What a narcissist you are.
"It’s like being expected to live in an Orwellian world, where I’m asked to deny what I see with my own eyes.”
All of you fucking TERFs will deny that surface changes are compelling, such as dress, surgery, makeup, but you insist that what YOU see is GOD’S TRUTHINESS.
Your unwillingness to actually understand what your daughter is going through is and should remain your problem, not hers.
"Imagine if I came home one day and said, “I’m a toaster now. Please call me Breville and treat me like one.”
I would instantly shove a slice of frozen bread into you. Maybe your mouth… Maybe.
“You would know I’m not a toaster — and being expected to play along would feel surreal, maybe even sad.”
Sad? Hardly. Where’s the button to push so you’ll shut up for 40 seconds?
“That’s how it feels to me.”
Imagine it more like you’re a Catholic. And your kid gets married in a church that’s NOT a Catholic one. And you’re still expected to call her partner her ‘spouse.’
“I am not mocking you”
No, you’re rejecting her.
“— I’m trying to explain how painful it is to be asked to override my own perception of reality just to make others comfortable.”
My kid told me he was a velociraptor one day. Lasted until i served dinner and his meat was raw…
“And finally, the most difficult truth to admit: when I see you dressed this way — in a bra and with fake breasts and very odd clothing — it hurts me so deeply that sometimes I have to pull away.”
That’s difficult? That’s your entire thesis. What your daughter is doing is all about YOU, and YOUR failure to raise her properly. It’s what all you TERFs think about.
Fuck ALL THE FUCKING WAY off and go kiss a rototiller.