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Movies In My Closet: Pillion
Pillion is a naughty film about the complex and often unrequited feelings many people feel for their very first BDSM partner. I went to see the film at an advance screening with Nathan, my man who introduced me to BDSM years ago, which made for a somewhat meta viewing experience. We were very pleased to see Alexander Skarsgård in person during the Q&A after the screening. I, of course, showed up to the pre-screening in a full leather outfit and didn’t find out until much later that I was a bit overdressed for the occasion. Still, I immensely enjoyed this film’s celebration of gay leather culture and insight into what I think is a fairly common experience many of us have when we find our very first kink partners. In this episode of Movies in my Closet, I will share a spoiler-filled description of some of the powerful messages I received from the series.
Plot Summary
Watch and hear my retelling of Pillion Here
Collin is a sheepish tenor who develops an adoration for a particular biker who happens to be headed to the same pub he’s set to perform at with his quartet on Christmas Eve. While he’s set to go on a first date almost immediately after his performance, he can’t take his eyes off the bikers, and the man who seems to be leading them all, Ray. Their audacious appearance takes him back: their bodies riddled with piercings, tattoos, and the classic signs of rebellion. These markers of edge are underpinned by the obvious confidence the entire group has in their queerness, and there Collin is, fumbling through what is apparently one of his very first dates with a man. He notices a pecking order among the bikers. Some sit on the floor, clearly subservient, while others sit firmly in their seats, clearly dominant. As Collin’s date excuses himself and asks for another round, he goes to the bar, where Ray is also placing an order of chips for himself and the group. When it’s time to pay up, Ray looks Collin in the eyes for the very first time; something Collin clearly wanted since he first whizzed past him on his motorbike earlier that evening. Like a deer in the headlights, he freezes and, without even really thinking, forks over the £4.80 and hands him the chips. Ray leaves behind a Christmas card with his phone number, a location, and a time to be there. It’s an odd interaction, but it hooks him.
Collin tells his family he has a date, but they all think it’s odd that he’s going on a date on Christmas Day. As his parents stay in and have a lovely, wholesome Christmas night to themselves, Collin arrives for his date and finds that his stoic new romantic interest is significantly less warm. Collin doesn’t seem to mind, though. He is willing to do whatever he wants and, with little resistance, services him in an alleyway. Only after that do they exchange names, and almost as quickly as the “date” started, it ends. Collin leaves the date feeling mixed emotions. On one hand, it was hot, but on the other, he was hoping for a bit more. Still, he forges forward with hopes that maybe he’ll be at least a bit more available than he initially said he’d be. He sends Ray endless text messages, letting him know he’ll be at the pub where they initially met, but he never hears back. For days on end, his messages go unanswered, but then, out of nowhere, Ray calls and tells him he’ll pick him up later that day.
When Ray arrives at Collin’s doorstep, his parents sense his coldness, and while they try to warm up to him, Ray clearly has no desire to “meet the parents”. The two go for a ride, and for Collin, riding pillion is a closeness that he’s dreamed of feeling. In Ray’s home, he instructs Collin to cook him dinner and organize his things, but when it’s time to go to sleep, he tells him to sleep, not in bed with him, but on the rug- only if he’s quiet. This is clearly not what Collin imagined his second date would be, but Ray seems completely fine with the arrangement. Collin has an attraction towards Ray- his stature, his bike, and his overall persona- but none of that really feels reciprocated. Even when he seeks affirmation or approval from Ray for the labor he does, it’s never really given. He even asks him point-blank, ‘What do I get if I pass?’ and Ray responds with silence. When they first have sex, it’s underwhelming, unromantic, and disappointing. But to Collin’s surprise, Ray continues to want his service.
Collin slowly becomes integrated into the gay leather scene. He shaves his head, and eventually gathers his own gear to ride safely and blend in with the crew. Soon, he becomes so enthralled with his new in-group that he starts to neglect his relationship with his parents, which is meaningful because his mother has been ill for quite some time, and she wants to see her son happy. Collin pushes for Ray to meet his parents, but Ray pushes back quite sternly. He has no desire to meet them and greet them, no matter how much they may desire it. Even as he becomes embraced by this group of bikers, he feels as if he’s not exactly getting what he wants. He notices that while he may not have a romantic relationship with his dominant, others clearly do, which prompts him to ask why their relationship hasn’t reached that point. However, when Ray relents and eventually comes over for dinner, he clashes with his mother, who ultimately calls him a creep. And unfortunately, Collin is alienated from his mother until she dies.
Once his mother passes, he’s left with this empty feeling of grief. He no longer gets the same satisfaction he once did from serving his master. He weeps to Ray and, after finally being invited to sleep in the bed, admits he loves him. However, Ray rebuffs this advance. He rejects the very idea that the sort of relationship they’re in allows for romantic love. In the coming days, Collin asks about changing certain aspects of their relationship; maybe sleeping in the bed a bit more and spending one day a week where he’s not in service to him. Ray dismisses the idea unceremoniously, stares at him resentfully, and heads off to bed. Collin pushes back and insists on staying up longer to read the end of the chapter he’s on. When he comes to bed later, he tries to sneak into bed, and Ray snaps at him to get back to the rug. Collin starts being playful in a way one might expect a partner to be, but Ray isn’t laughing. He kicks Collin out of his bedroom and feels clearly quite betrayed by him. Collin flips out to the point where he starts revving Ray’s motorcycle, eventually taking it out for a joyride where he flies, completely unprotected, down the street with his bald head gliding through the wind. Feeling a freedom he once felt on the back of Ray’s bike, on his own, with his own hands leading a path he’s set out on by himself. It feels good, but the regret of what he’s done eventually catches up to him.
The next day, Collin wakes up on the side of Ray’s home, with Ray’s motorcycle neatly parked right where he initially left it. Ray wakes him and brings him inside, where he finds Ray has prepared an excellent breakfast. Seems he isn’t incapable of doing these things after all. While he’s a bit taken aback, Collin is amused to hear that this was Ray’s introduction to the day off he’d asked for. Without addressing what happened the night before at all, the two go on the best date that Ray could muster; a date where Collin decides everything they’re doing. Ray becomes almost endearing and starts asking him about his hobbies and talents; they even catch a bit of cinema and get kicked out when they get a bit X-rated in the theater. They have one very cute date that ends with Collin smiling and planting a big, romantic kiss on Ray. But the kiss touches something in Ray; something it seems he may have been afraid of feeling. The next day, when Collin rings Ray, the number’s been disconnected. He goes to his home, and it’s been completely cleared out. Goes to his biker buddies and can’t seem to find him. After struggling to find him for a bit, he comes to terms with the reality that Ray doesn’t want to be found.

Moving on with his life, he grows his hair back and reenters the world with a stronger understanding of who he is. On his dating profiles, he makes sure to say he won’t cut his hair for anyone, and while he does have an aptitude for devotion, he needs at least a day off each week, and that is non-negotiable. Collin needed experience before he fully understood what kind of dynamic he could enjoy. The film ends with him approaching a new potential dominant with much more confidence than he mustered the first time around.
Reflections
Seeing this film with Nathan was very interesting, as he’s my only bisexual partner and he’s the one who introduced me to BDSM. While Nathan was my first official BDSM partner, he has never been my “Dom”. Nathan is a top-heavy switch, and when we started our relationship, he was very clear about his boundaries and what I could expect. We started dating 10 years ago, and I’m his most recent partner. Nathan was very established as a polyamorous person and as a kinkster, and to be fair, I’m primarily attracted to a man’s experience and capability. He was quite capable; as a recently single, poly, and BDSM-curious person, my attraction to him was quite strong. I’m very thankful we’ve been together for as long as we have and that he continues to introduce me to new things, but he certainly spoiled me when it came to what I felt I should expect in the BDSM scene.
I found Pillion to be a very relatable film because many of the men I bottomed for when I first came to Los Angeles were men that I really did not understand would likely never have a romantic or even sexual interest in me. Many of the first people I bottomed for had to walk me off a cliff because power exchange and bottom space can be very addicting to me, and it’s so easy for those warm and fuzzy feelings to feel almost romantic when they usually aren’t. It’s taken me a very long time to register that for quite a few people, kink is not romantic to them.
Transparently, I’ve been in an odd place with my BDSM journey as of late. Nathan and I used to be able to play more than he currently does, and over time, Nathan’s interest in BDSM waned while mine only expanded. Currently, he’s out of the public scene, whereas I currently organize BDSM munches in the city. But since I’ve been in LA, I’ve also found my two other partners, Edward and Alexander. While neither of them is into BDSM, they do dominate most of my time outside of my own alone time, and I’ve appreciated the space they take up in my life. Edward and Alexander both support that I enjoy BDSM and in their own way, may have an interest in it, but they do not have the expertise that I sorta require at this point. As I’ve said, I’ve been spoiled, and it’s very hard for me to enjoy playing with a newbie. However, often it’s the inexperienced players who may have a similar desire and approach to BDSM.
I am a masochist, and for me, BDSM is something that I have reservations about because I exist in a body that many want to harm. For me, it’s been quite hard to navigate doing kink with a partner who doesn’t simply sexualize my oppression, and I really struggle to reach a point with most people where those concerns of mine are put to rest. Nathan is a Nazi-punching leftist whose politics I very much trust. Part of my initial attraction to him was that, at the time, his politics were more radical than mine. I do not have anxieties about bigotry with him, but it’s incredibly hard for me not to feel that way about most people I play with. So in short, I’ve struggled to do BDSM in the way many people seem to casually, and I suppose that’s partially why I identify with Collin’s character.
BDSM can absolutely be romantic for a lot of people. Still, for some players, it will always be more of a casual pursuit, where people share their talents with others who have gotten to a point where their particular talent is sought out. And believe it or not, some people don’t seek out romantic relationships at all; they prefer relationships where they’re able to engage in BDSM without necessarily engaging in a long-term committed romance. My personal mentality is that there is no one particular way to do these things, and my observation is that everyone can get something different from BDSM. For me, there are aspects of BDSM that are sexual, and some of those things are fun to explore with a romantic partner; but at the same time, there are plenty of things I don’t think I’d need to explore in a relationship. I think it’s mostly important to be on the same page with someone about your needs, but sometimes you have to have bad experiences to know you don’t want to go through certain things.
What I’ve learned in BDSM is that there is truly no downside to not jumping into something that you may not be prepared for. My first few years in the BDSM scene were marked by me jumping into doing BDSM with a person I’d later find out was absolutely terrible. In my experience, people who rush you into something before you’re ready often enjoy exploiting the lack of clarity around someone’s boundaries. There are indeed far too many dominants whose fetish for newbies is really just a fetish for pressuring someone into doing something they don’t want to do. In my experience, a good dominant will always err on the side of caution.
I think there are a few ways to understand Ray’s character. Ray was always incredibly clear about what he wanted from his relationship with Collin, and Collin spent most of the narrative delusional about it. I think the most telling part of the whole film was when Collin pushed back on Ray’s agenda; Ray quickly joked about how unlikely it is that anyone would be vying for his time. I definitely think that Collin’s primary appeal to Ray was that he was eager to serve and readily available, more than anything else. You see shades of that in how he went for the other submissive before going for Collin during one of the scenes with all the bikers on holiday. Ray was aware that the other submissive had adoration for him, so he went with it because that’s what many dominants feed from.
I have a hard time finding issues with Ray’s character because, at the end of the day, he didn’t actually mislead Collin into thinking he wanted a romantic relationship. IN fact, he seemed resentful towards romance at essentially every step. For whatever reason, entertaining the notion is personally upsetting to him, and that’s likely why he had a boundary around that. In the way that Collin discovered he needed a week off, Ray may also decide that he does not want to be romantically entangled with his submissives, and that’s truly not an uncommon setup; more than just a few dominants separate their kink from their romantic lives.
Pillion was one of my favorite films to review in this series, and one of my favorite recent films centered around BDSM. I found it to be a really refreshing look at BDSM, and loved discovering that many of the extras in the film are indeed part of the UK leather scene. I’m very thankful to have been invited to the preview, and very sad that my review came out so much later, but life is what it is. I am trying to catch up on these pieces. Thank you so much for bearing with me.
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EVENT ANNOUNCEMENT: Paris is Burning at the Frida with Maggie Mae Fish

So excited to guest host a screening of one of my favorite films at @cinespia the day after my birthday! I hope those of you in LA can join me! You can get tickets at https://thefridacinema.org/movies/paris-is-burning-hosted-by-maggie-mae-fish-qa-w-kat-blaque/
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Reader Response: How To Support Trans Women When They First Come Out
I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to get back to these, but we’re getting back on point! This week, I got a very simple, but very heavy question from a reader who hails all the way from Norway!
Can you make a video about how to best support trans women when they are coming out. My girlfriend and I have been together for 2 years. I have waited for her to come out all this time and now I want to best be able to support her. (We are both recently turned 18 )
Dear Reader,
Firstly, I appreciate that you’re reaching out to me for perspective, especially as a younger person. It means so much that you are thinking empathetically about how to support those around you better and feel particularly passionate about supporting your transgender partner. Initially, I hesitated to respond to this particular inquiry, but as I sat on it, I realized that I actually had quite a bit to say:
Understanding Closeted Life
For transgender women who’ve been in the closet, the decision to come out isn’t simple. If they told you, but no one else, they likely trust you and hold your opinion of them in high regard. It can be incredibly scary to come out, and so frequently we are rejected when we do. Most trans people are the most delicate and sensitive during the era where they first come out, and as their partner, I would certainly anticipate that things will shift within your relationship, but that doesn’t mean it will end.
When I was a closeted teenager, I didn’t really tell many people the truth about who I actually was. I was an isolated child who didn’t really have very many friends, and I didn’t want many friends because I knew they’d eventually figure out that I was weird (read: trans). I had two best friends with whom I didn’t really have conversations about my gender until I’d already started transitioning. Back then, I was living a double life: who my parents wanted me to be at home, and who I wanted to be when I ran away to Hollywood. I remember when I still compartmentalized myself and shifted personas based on where I was. A closeted life can be very painful because it’s often something we experience alone.
With coming out, often comes a myriad of challenges, but time usually helps a trans woman develop confidence and a more positive relationship with herself. However, the first few years of her transition will be rough.
When The Egg Cracks and the World Opens Up
When I first came out as trans, I told people online before I told anyone in my actual life. I essentially started figuring out that I was transgender when I was around 13 or 14. It wouldn’t be until I was 15 that I really started understanding that I was transgender and that started the beginning of the fracturing of myself. I went by a different name and persona on the internet, and in the early days of my trans life, this was incredibly helpful for my own self-actualization. I felt I had to pretend to be someone else to survive my parents and my educational environment. I initially came out as Gender Queer, and what that looked like for me at the time was androgyny at school and de-gendering myself at home. At the time, my friends were my biggest support system, even if they didn’t fully understand my gender because I didn’t understand it either at the time. What I appreciated about them was just how they were there for me, but in retrospect, I also know this was a time when I was perhaps a bit unkind towards them because of my own insecurities. I felt very misunderstood, and I genuinely struggled to maintain my friendship with them, largely because they grew up with me and were completely aware of who I was. They remembered who I used to be, and that bothered me a lot at the time. So I distanced myself from them, but it was easy for me since I was heading off to college in a few years.
When I went to CalArts in my first year, I had already attended the summer school program, CSSA, the previous year. Many of my classmates met me as a mohawk-wearing gender-queer person, and by the end of my first year, I’d fully accepted that I was actually a trans woman. Back then, I had predominantly cis female friends. These friends meant well, but their support often came in the form of speaking down to me or telling me how to perform gender. One friend used to constantly refer to me by a name that combined my dead name and my chosen name. They did this for years, all through college, even as my transition progressed. For them, this was support; for me, it was their way of always asserting that I wasn’t who I am. They said my new name was too complicated and that they didn’t really like it, so they preferred to use a version of both names. Eventually, I stopped talking to that friend.
I cut off a lot of “friends” when I recognized an either paternalistic or transphobic attitude towards me. I found that cis women were eager to direct me towards how to perform femininity properly. I’ve always been alternative, and much of the advice my cis woman friends gave me leaned into hyperfeminine styles that didn’t really resonate with me. They wanted to teach me how to walk in heels, how to wear makeup, and how to walk and talk like them. But I wasn’t trying to be them; I was trying to be myself. I was trying to be the person I’d already started to develop, but hadn’t had the chance to embody beyond my bedroom. I got the impression from many of my old so-called friends that they didn’t particularly like the more empowered version of me.
I think of my friendships early in transition as two distinct eras. There was the pet era, when they saw me as this sort of group makeover project: checking in every day to see how I’d improved, measuring my femininity, and giving me a score for it. Then there was the threat era, when I started to pass. This started happening early in my sophomore year of college. Suddenly, I was receiving male attention, and many of those men did not know that I was transgender. This is when some of my “friends” started outing me regularly. If a guy they liked was interested in me, they’d whisper to them that I was transgender. They’d still smile in my face, but they always wanted to out me so they could remove me from what they saw as the competition. Friends of transgender people should understand that the person they’ve known pre-transition was often a less confident version of who they actually are. Some people seem to only appreciate newly out trans women when they are able to be paternalistic towards them.
I did not want condescending advice about how I could be more feminine or exasperation when I vented about some of the experiences I was having. I wanted my friends to be my friends, and I wanted to feel as if they were on my side, not snickering behind my back. When I came out as transgender, I had the pattern of moving on quite quickly from friend groups. If I got a sense that they were less than accepting, I just moved on to the next group of people that I meshed with. Those first years were rough, but I was the center of so much scandal during the early days of my transition that I had to move accordingly. Very few people can fully tolerate the chaos that often comes with a person being newly out as transgender. It’s beautiful to me that you’re willing to support your partner through their transition.
Actionable Steps
Frankly, I think sometimes relationships, romantic or otherwise do not last through transition, but I think if they do, it’s because of the patience and understanding of the cis people in their lives. I’d say my biggest piece of advice is to listen to them, be there for them, and be willing to be a buffer between them and the transphobes around them that will feel more comfortable being transphobic around you than they will be in front of your them.
There WILL be times where your partner makes a mistake that you indeed understand is a mistake, and sometimes they will have to learn that lesson the hard way, and will not heed your advice. Often times trans people have to go through a bit of a second maturity where they begin with these cookie cutter ideas of their gender, and time informs them of which parts of that are true to them. There will indeed be an era of cringe and mistakes, but be there for them as they go through it. If they want your perspective, they will indeed ask and interrogate.
I hope this answered your question! I look forward to getting more requests!
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My “More Beautiful” Understanding of Womanhood Cannot Ignore The Reality of How Trans Women Experience Sexual Violence
(Featured image by: @Mypolyamlife)
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Recently, podcaster Drew Afualo got into some controversy when an old podcast clip about transgender women went viral. Their non-binary guest, ER, said the following:ER: Truest Thought on this is that I think that trans women have a more beautiful understanding of what womanhood is.
Drew: I agree.
ER: I think that unfortunately, the programming for cis women is, is, it is, it, it’s kind of sad sometimes.
Drew: Yeah, it is. Yeah.
ER: and I, I’m like, actually, no, your womanhood is not your role. Your womanhood is not your status in society, and your womanhood is not your ability to be sexually assaulted. Yeah. And this trans, this trans debate that’s, like, centering all on, well, like, if a, quote-unquote, “man in a dress”…is in a bathroom … he will rape me. Mm I’m like, okay, well, the, then it sounds like the problem that we have- Is with cis men is that men are going to rape. . And women are fearing rape their whole lives.
Drew: Right.
ER: And when you talk to trans women about their womanhood, they talk about… It, like, almost gets me choked up. They talk about it in such this, like, beautiful, expansive way. Yeah. Of like, it’s, it’s this feeling I always had. Yeah. Yeah. You know? It’s this truth I’ve always known. It’s the most beautiful parts of me. Mm-hmm. It’s my softest self. And I don’t feel that from cis women right now because I think the propaganda is so strong.
ER: I agree.
It’s not surprising that cis women online are upset about this take. Honestly, I have a lot of thoughts about it, and I want to dig into them here.
Upon listening to this clip, my immediate thought was that, as a survivor, sexual violence is something I can’t entirely disconnect from my experience of womanhood. I transitioned quite young, and I remember a shift that happened in my life where suddenly I was receiving a certain amount of attention from men that I didn’t exactly understand. As a child, I started to develop breasts; for reasons I’m still not exactly sure. It was likely just your classic gynochomastia, but coupled with my generally feminine voice and way of carrying myself, it was not that uncommon for people to assume that I was a little girl. I remember when I would go to Hollywood by myself as a pre-teen, and I started to experience street harassment. Men would pull up alongside me as I walked down the street, asking where I was going and whether I needed a ride. My parents didn’t raise me like a little girl with any education about how this sort of attention from men wasn’t good. Unfortunately, several men would take advantage of that ignorance, and I spent my youth in a wave of hypersexuality where I was attempting to repeat some of the more coercive experiences I had with men in a way that felt empowering, instead of disempowering. Of course, ultimately all this meant was that more men had access to me when I was a minor, and it’s actually taken me a while to recognize and accept that I was trafficked as a child.
I guess for me, for quite some time, it was very hard for me to separate these experiences from my own conception of self because it often felt like my femininity was the reason I was being assaulted. It took me a while to accept that my first rapist, who drugged and raped me, was actually an adult who decided to prey on what was obviously a child. Beneath my hypersexuality was this confidence that, because of the shape of my body, the way I was dressed, and the way I carried myself, I was to blame for why I was assaulted multiple times. I’ve experienced sexual violence routinely for most of my life. As recently as a year and a half ago, my Uber driver sexually assaulted me, and to this day, I still have nerves around taking Ubers to and from the club because I still occasionally feel like the way my body is shaped is part of why I experience sexual violence. It’s an idea that is hard to get out of my mind because of trauma and how my assault seemed to line up with my overtly feminine expressions. It doesn’t help that oftentimes when I speak of my experiences with sexual violence, cis women often respond with “ welcome to womanhood,” as if I haven’t been a transgender woman for most of my life. The truth is, there have been so few phases of my life where sexual violence was not a constant threat and fear, and what I know is that no one particularly cares when a trans woman is assaulted. I’ve never reported, and likely never will.
I get where Drew and ER are coming from. For cis women, being raised as girls means these experiences are baked in from the start. A lot of cis women end up believing their femininity is the reason they were assaulted, and that informs their often conflicted relationship with their femininity, and shapes how they move through the world. Some will even change everything about themselves, hoping it will keep them safe. Many women endure sexual violence in silence. In a culture where Epstein’s associates run the world and influence culture, it often feels as if sexual violence is an inevitable and central part of our culture that objectifies women and fights tooth and nail to limit their possibilities. I get the real sense in my life that sexual violence was weaponized against me; utilized to humble and immobilize me. The reality is, sexual violence shapes how you exist in the world, and it’s something women are forced to keep in the back of their minds all the time.
I think what ER was really trying to say is that a lot of trans women start out with a kind of hopeful, maybe even idealized, view of womanhood. When you’re reaching for femininity for the first time, it can feel new and exciting, and you haven’t yet had years of being told your body is the reason for the violence you face. Trans women often embrace things that cis women have learned to let go of just to avoid harassment. Remember when Dylan Mulvaney shared her ‘girlhood’ online? A lot of cis women saw that as making fun of femininity, even though that probably wasn’t the intention. I get why women who have lived through the rough parts of being a woman in a misogynistic world might feel like she glossed over all the hard stuff to celebrate the hot pink artifice of it all. For many women, the reality of having a uterus and living as a woman in this culture is complicated, and all of it- the good, the bad, and the ugly- shapes how they see themselves.
Another thing that comes to mind is how this idea of a trans woman having a positive relationship with womanhood usually comes from someone who’s still pretty new to living as a trans woman. I notice people talk about trans women like we only get a few years to live in our ‘truth’; and sometimes it feels like people don’t expect us to live this long. People often don’t understand that while dehumanization can of course come in a less than flattering form, deification- the elevation of a person to an almost fictional, god-like position- is also dehumanizing. We get reduced to symbols or hypotheticals, and the complexities of life get left out of the conversation. Deification is dehumanizing because it will always inevitably result in someone not living up to the over-idealized standard they’re held to. When I saw that clip, I knew it would open the door for more attacks on trans women, all because of what two people who aren’t even trans women said about us. Sure, that first taste of femininity can feel inspiring, but over time, reality sets in and the story gets a lot more complicated.
I love being a transgender woman. If I could go back, I wouldn’t change much, except maybe how naive I was about the world when I first transitioned. I wish I’d understood sooner that the men who hurt me were always going to do that, no matter what I looked like or how I acted. I’d like to say I don’t still blame myself, or my body, or my femininity, but that wouldn’t be true. I know it’s not reasonable to live in constant fear, but trauma often gives you fears that feel irrational until they’re confirmed. When I was last assaulted, it shocked me because I felt as if the era of my life where assault happened to me had come to a close. I naively believed that my consciousness about sexual violence would in some way prevent it from happening to me, but it still did. I’ve never really had the luxury of not being afraid of sexual violence because it’s happened frequently enough to me for it to feel like a common part of life. Rape changes you, and I’m still learning how to live with that.
I think one of the most alienating realities of being a transgender woman is that, yes, we do actually experience many of the same things as cis women. Still, trans women are more likely to experience sexual violence than most survivors. It’s certainly not a competition, and at the end of the day, most of these things come back to misogyny and a rape culture that creates a circumstance where trans women, because of their dehumanization, become the perfect victims who, because of their circumstance, never report the violence that happens to them. Those who abuse trans women can count on transphobia to create a barrier of protection for them. Frequently, trans women are assaulted, and then criminalized once they report it. When I was raped for the first time, it was at the start of me being trafficked, and I remember feeling like no one would ever believe me, and that even though he’d done these things to me, I was still much safer with him. Of course, that’s how grooming works, but still. I haven’t reported it to this day, and likely never will. Those who harm trans women rely on that. When trans women are imprisoned with men, they often experience v-coding, where they are trafficked to violent inmates to absorb their violence, physically and sexually. Many trans women only end up in prison because they are forced to do survival sex work on the streets, all within a culture that is increasingly removing civil rights protections for them, where a genocide is indeed happening to them.
The situation for trans women is quite bleak, and it often feels reductive to fixate on the fluffier, more shallow aspects of how a trans woman is experiencing her life. We can celebrate trans women’s relationship with femininity without comparing it to a cis woman’s. I don’t know Drew or ER, but it seems like their relationships with trans women don’t go very deep. Maybe the trans women they know are still early in their journeys and need that kind of validation, so hearing ‘trans women have a more beautiful relationship with womanhood’ feels good to them. But to me, those kinds of statements just sound like empty flattery; they’re so over the top, it’s hard to take them seriously. Maybe Drew and ER really do find something refreshing in how some trans women see their femininity, since it’s not weighed down by all the baggage that comes with being a woman in this culture. Still, I think drawing a line between how trans and cis women understand womanhood just isn’t helpful.
It’s interessting that so many cis women have misinterpreted ER’s statements as “trans women are better women than cis women”; and, ironically, in response to that idea, they did indeed affirm that their relationship with their womanhood is related to their fear of sexual violence and the way their biological functions have traumatized them. So it’s less that ER was wrong; it’s that they dared to compare a cis woman’s experience to a trans woman’s. There’s a very meta layer of this conversation because on both ends, there’s this idea that a trans woman’s womanhood relies greatly on validation or affirmation from cis women, and those designated female at birth. The desire to over-compliment trans women and deify them is often paired with the subtext that trans women need the affirmation of others for their womanhood to be valid. There’s this sense that her womanhood is conditional, and every time a trans woman steps out of line, suddenly she/her becomes they/them, and it’s reinforced that she isn’t quite a woman after all. What I’ve had to recognize with time is that I could choose to disengage from feminism. I can deny the existence of misogyny, but whether I do that or not, I will still experience misogyny. To my point, sexual violence will still be something I have to fear because of the reality of the world I live in. I cannot separate myself from women and their experiences. I cannot pretend that misogynistic violence will never happen to me. It is, in fact, naive to believe otherwise.
The truth is, if you ask any woman about her experience of womanhood, you’ll get a different answer every time. Black women will have a different perspective than white women. Women from different religions will see their womanhood in their own way. You’ll meet both trans and cis women who have a bright, hopeful view of femininity, and you’ll meet trans women who can’t separate their experience of womanhood from sexual violence. For me, what matters most is recognizing and respecting all those different experiences, rather than using them to judge or rank one another. That only helps the people who want to keep us divided. The clip from that podcast is actually a year old, and it’s trending during a time when a lot of other negative stories about transgender women are trending. From where I’m sitting, there is a very clear and concerted effort to engender hatred towards transgender women specifically. The point is to dehumanize us to the point where, when violence does happen to us, no one will care.
While we debate who has a more beautiful understanding of womanhood, a trans woman named Autumn Hill is sitting in men’s prison for simply going to a protest opposing ICE. She’ll be in prison for 50 years, meaning she’s getting more time than the people who trafficked little girls for Epstein. It’s worth noting that the girls taken by ICE are mysteriously getting pregnant in ICE facilities around the country. A trans woman named Ava Cordero was one of the first people to call out Epstein for his trafficking of herself and other girls, but when she came out, all people could do was invalidate her womanhood. We are all suffering under patriarchy and misogyny is a weapon wielded against women whether they are transgender or not. Misogynists are the only ones who benefit from our division.
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They’re Accusing Me of Being A Grifter….
(The photo attached to this post was taken by @mypolyamlife)
So, I’m being accused of being a grifter, and I sorta found that funny, and I think this may be the perfect time to update y’all about some of my feelings about what I’m doing on social media.
Over the past few years, I’ve been shifting away from many of the topics I’ve historically discussed; mostly out of a desire to try new things. On TikTok right now, some people are barely older than my 20-year career of publishing informative content online, and they’ve begun calling me a grifter, essentially because I don’t align with them ideologically 100% of the time. What’s so laughable about that is that I’ve been in this very experimental space for the past few years with my content, and everything is telling me to withdraw from many of the topics that, in reality, do make me less successful as a content creator.
I think people don’t really register that I created a YouTube channel to seek community many years ago, when I was a lonely teenager. I found some of that community online, but offline, I mostly found men who were eager to exploit me as a transgender teenager. My experience with coercion and exploitation has given me a particular passion for feminism and women’s issues. It took me quite some time to register that the experience I was having was a reflection of the misogynistic culture where men exploit transphobia to get away with the sexual abuse of transgender women and girls. I felt very alone in my experiences as a survivor, so over the years, I’ve tried to pull myself through many of those feelings to have larger, more informative conversations about my experiences, which are often completely ignored. I have often felt like I was alone on an island advocating for myself, because in reality, the only person I’ve ever really had is myself.
Sometimes when I talk about this era of my life, it feels like I’m trying to ask my audience for pity, and to be frank, my upbringing makes this feel very distasteful to me. I don’t like pity; I really dislike people feeling sorry for me, and I am not great at asking for or receiving help. Similar to how it took me years to accept that I didn’t deserve to be drugged and raped by my first rapist, I struggle not to feel like many of the things that were, in fact, done to me were my fault. As a content creator, I’ve struggled with the idea that bias is something I have to face. I want to believe that people do not receive my content differently than they receive a white person’s content, but that’s something that I have not been able to be delusional about at a certain point.
Something I’ve noticed quite a bit is that many so-called progressives, and even some of the so-called leftists, really resent it when I speak freely and contradict their narratives. In recent discourse about dating preferences, I’ve acknowledged the reality for many women where they are often used to increase a man’s social capital. I spoke about how many men do use women as wombs and how that’s particularly a touchy subject right now during a time when conservatives are attempting to pass a total abortion ban. I think people who are familiar with my work would be relatively unsurprised by my position; I am an outspoken feminist and spent the 2010s being dogpiled for the content I created for EverydayFeminism.com. I was one of many feminist content creators who spoke openly about misogyny, and we were not well received. Most of my colleagues have left the internet, and those who are still online no longer publish feminist content. What I’ve learned as a content creator is that if you want to find a quick way to sabotage your content creator career, talk about feminism. Better yet, be openly transgender and speak about feminism.
There was a point in time when I could have disappeared even after establishing myself online as an openly trans feminist content creator. As I’ve spoken about many times, I was stealth in my 20s; hiding that I was transgender while living in a conservative community. I am an illustrator, animator, writer, and I have a performing arts background. My YouTube channel started as a sewing channel during the time in my life when I used to make almost all of my clothing. I can run several blogs on different subjects and be relatively successful at it, but I’m stubborn. To be frank, I have a very hard time moving on from subjects like misogyny and rape culture. As a survivor, I find so many of these conversations hard to disengage from because it does feel like we are never really heard in these conversations. As a black trans woman, I especially feel like there aren’t very many people who listen to people like me. Being stealth felt like cowardice; a new closet where I was isolated from the larger queer community. As I’ve moved to LA, begun organizing queer spaces and attending them myself, I’ve started engaging more deeply with the people who were touched by my work.
It’s slowly registering to me that people have a very high opinion of me, and that was quite hard to conceptualize with how isolated I’ve been through most of my career. Part of why I repeat that I’ve been publishing content for most of my life about these topics is because I often forget about that myself. I still feel very young. I still feel like some of my thoughts and ideas are forming. Still, in all reality, I’ve been publishing content long enough that there are people who were watching me in middle school (omg why weren’t your parents monitoring your internet?), who are not going to college for degrees that I partially inspired them to pursue. I’ve met quite a few people, not just in LA, but all around the country, who walk up to me, recognize me, and say that I’ve influenced them to do good work. From other content creators to activists, social workers, therapists, writers, and educators, I’ve literally met people whose work I’ve directly inspired. There are so many people whose content I see on TikTok who get excited when I follow them because my content partially inspired them. It’s actually a genuinely hard thing for me to conceptualize, but I’ve heard it enough times to realize that I’ve been quite influential.
I get caught up in loops because I am pretty passionate about the topics I discuss, which is partially why I was so insulted that a white content creator and their supporters have taken to describing me as a “grifter”. What’s interesting to me about this accusation is that I’ve often had grifters surround my content because they needed something to respond. My experience is that I get ire from both anti-feminists and people on the so-called left who are transmisogynistic and anti-black. No, I don’t think that correcting me when I’m wrong is racism. I draw a pretty distinct line between harassment and criticism, and, for clarity, I don’t feel harassed in this particular conversation. That said, I do feel disrespected. It’s one thing to disagree with me, but to insinuate that the last 20 years of my life, where I’ve been uploading this content online, holding largely the same positions, is quite annoying.
The subject of dating preferences is actually a great example of a subject where people have actively grifted from the content I’ve created. My position on dating preferences has always been an area where I tend to diverge from other people who, frankly, have fewer concerns in their own romantic lives when it comes to navigating around bigotry. Many years ago, I made one of my first videos about the subject, where I spoke about some of my earlier feelings about being rejected as a transgender woman. I spoke about how I was compelled to speak directly with those who rejected me about their bias and suggest that maybe they should indeed give me a chance, and how ultimately I shifted my opinion about that once I actually had experiences with those who aren’t attracted to me. I spoke about how those relationships were degrading and how ultimately. At the same time, I could grant that there is bigotry in a culture that excludes transgender women from people’s dating prospects; ultimately, it felt unhelpful to use dating preferences as a metric for allyship. I have often affirmed that I don’t exactly think accusations of phobia are useful. What was the response from anti-feminist grifters? To say that I wanted to bully men into sleeping with me. Back in the 2010s, it was incredibly common for larger content creators who had misogynistic audiences to make content misrepresenting the ideas of much smaller creators who were marginalized and were unlikely to be truly listened to. Many of my colleagues left the internet during this time. Misogynists hated that we were speaking about these topics, and this was the era when the far right was forming many of its foundations. Even in my own experience with these people, I saw how men and boys online joined in on misogynistic harassment campaigns where they would misrepresent what someone said so that they could get the best engagement. They’d copy each other; some content creators watched other content creators speaking about my content but never actually watched it for themselves to see that it was misrepresented. According to some of these people, I was essentially a black tranny who wanted to enslave white people and force heterosexual men to fuck me or suffer execution. I’m not even being dramatic when I say that’s how it was often presented. So I spent my 20s, as I was coming out of stealth, being massively harassed online for the subjects I still haven’t moved on from.
The interesting thing about my online presence is that, because I’ve been around for a very long time and was one of the first and only people discussing these topics, I have influenced much of the discourse we have online and much of the language people use about these subjects. I’ve uploaded educational content about race, gender, sexuality, and so much more. However, people rarely want to give me credit, and I saw a bit of that when people were recently reposting my quote without mentioning my name. It is very strange to be in the position I am, where so many people are familiar with my words and my ideas, yet they all act like acknowledging me would put a stain on their argument. Large content creators support me in whispers, and on more than one occasion, I’ve been told that if I withdrew from the subjects I discussed, I’d be more successful.
I am at an impasse right now. On one hand, I share what I do because of the life I’ve lived—a life where, yes, I have indeed had experiences that may contradict or complicate theory. I cannot pretend that life functions in the neat way we often conceptualize. I cannot pretend that some of my own experiences contradict common narratives. Though occasionally, I wonder how useful my voice is. As I said, I’m quite stubborn, and I speak about these subjects because I care deeply about them, but transparently, within this strange time we’re in, everything is telling me to move on. As I said, I have more I can do, and I have genuinely wondered what it would be like if I stopped focusing on the topics I have. The reality is, they sabotage my platform, and in a way, I’ve sorta said most of the things I want to say. Meeting people who’ve been following me for over a decade who have been inspired by the work I’ve done has also kinda given me the sense that I can, in a way, rest easy.
The grifter accusation insults me mostly because for the first 15 or so years of creating this content, I made very little money doing it. I often feel the pull to make content about more advertiser-friendly topics because I do have that in me. I’m feeling very creative and inspired right now, and I’ve partially wanted to shift back towards the original goal of my channel. What’s funny is I never really meant to go down this path. I went down this path. After all, I figured out that I developed good communication and public speaking skills because I’ve been making YouTube videos since I was a teenager. YouTube was one of many things I jumped into as a teenager to increase my confidence. Ironically, I did it back then explicitly because I didn’t have an audience and no one was watching… at least I thought. Even back when I was a teenager, my content performed well enough for my classmates to find it, which was mortifying. A decade later, it turns out I was an early adopter of a career many people are just now attempting to get into. I left the animation industry and stopped illustrating to pursue YouTube full-time, and since 2015, I’ve supported myself entirely on my YouTube and speaking income. I’m recognizing that I’m in a very good position right now, and I’m thankful for it.
So, while I know that I’ll never fully withdraw from these topics, I’m definitely curious what it would be like if I shifted toward more overtly creative endeavors. The reality is, discourse has robbed me of my time. I woke up one day, and I was 35, still having the same conversation I had when I went full-time as a content creator at 25. In many ways, I feel the message that I need to move on, so I’ll be focusing on that in the coming months. I will be thinking and moving with more strategy, and focusing on creating content that is not just monetizable, but easily shared across platforms. The reality is, for a while now, I’ve been off-script because I did need to learn that I don’t always need one. Some of you will remember my heavily scripted content, and I needed a phase where I was less scripted. But the reality is, i’ve been doing this long enough to know how to capitalize on my platform and while that hasn’t really been my focus in many of these unpopular conversations I’m passionate about, every year, I have to kick myself in the ass a bit about getting my platform together, and for a while now I’ve been speaking about placing a certain degree of distance between myself, my audience and my online persona. It feels like it’s just about that time…
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