• The Real Reason People Want To Burn Down The Bop House

    OnlyFans model Sophie Rain became a topic of conversation when it was revealed that she made $43,000,000 in the first year of opening her account. Her success started a debate online about normalizing sex work to very young women as Rain is currently 20 years old, but for many people, appears to be underage. Many of the women I follow who speak out about sexism were drawn to this story as it seems to highlight men’s desire for very young women. A desire that has historically resulted in the abuse of women and girls that is maintained beneath the patriarchy. Rain took her earnings and decided to open up the “Bop House”, the first OnlyFans content creator house. Taking a page from the Youtube content creator house, The Hype House, these Gen Z sex workers live together, work together and use each other’s platforms to cross promote. They predominately promote their content through apps like Tiktok and Instagram where the Bop House has gained a large following; some of it underage. They participate in many trends, and even create their own. In one trend they created, they put out an open call for auditions and of course some of the girls who answered were underage. Right now, the highest requested new member of the Bop House is a 17 year old blogger named Piper Rockelle. Rockelle is no stranger to content homes. She, along with her mother, started a teenage content home called “The Squad” in 2020 that would dissolve after her mother, Tiffany Smith was accused of pressuring the female members of the house to be more sexual, wear tighter clothes and placate to a male gaze. While she made those comments about the girls in the home, she also made a slew of sexually inappropriate comments towards some of the boys. Today, Tiffany Smith runs Piper Rockelle’s Brand Army account; which, similarly to OnlyFans, offers members access to exclusive pictures and videos for a small subscription fee. Based on the comments some other content creators were able to find on her Brand Army account, it’s clear that Piper Rockelle’s content, while not overtly explicit, is catering to an audience that wants to pleasure themselves to images of underage girls. And unfortunately, this is a growing trend among content creators who start as child bloggers. Piper Rockelle would appear in several social media videos with members of the Bop House, even a video “welcoming” her into the content house; to which they claim to have meant the physical home, not sex work.

    Listening to these young women respond to criticism around their actions, it becomes pretty clear that their brains are still developing. There are judgement calls that they’ve made hastily, and of course that calls into question whether or not these young women are able to truly make these decisions with a full understanding of their consequences. The Bop House has been the source of much debate, especially as other content houses inspired by them start to appear. A content house full of tattooed and edgy models called “The Alt Bop House” has invigorated a conversation about fetishizing alternative women, with many saying that sex work is the antithesis to what they call “alternative principles”. As a goth who is a former sex worker, I have a lot of things to say about many aspects of this and I had a very interesting experience that touched at the heart of this issue while I was working on my script for my Youtube channel.

    When I was 19 years old, I was scouted by a porn company. In 2009, I was in my first few years of college, my family had stopped financially supporting me and I was at the very start of my hormonal transition. Living in Valencia, at the time, it was very hard for me to find normative work. Especially being one of the few black people, and one of the few trans people in the area. It was virtually impossible for me to find employment and legalized protections for trans people wouldn’t exist until 2010. So when this scout from a porn company approached me at a sex party, it was a proposition I considered.

    At the time, this very successful transgender porn company was running a full service porn studio, an online portal for web camming and a night at a strip club. I knew a girl who worked at the club and I’ve always loved to dance, so I considered it… but then I became mortified about anyone seeing me, so I opted for the cam girl thing instead. I’m pointing out my logic here because back in that time, it was pretty feasible that you could be a cam girl and be relatively unknown, where as it was very hard to be a successful dancer and also be unknown. Most of the dancers were also either working for the cam studio or in the porn studio and their dance sets were really just a way to meet and greet their fans and potentially new customers. Back then, I had a lot of fear around my parents finding out and I didn’t want anyone to know I did porn so cam girl felt like a good choice.

    I feel like I need to draw attention to the fact that at 19, I wasn’t doing well. I had been in the full swing of my hypersexuality because of sexual violence phase and I first gained the attention of the scout through my pictures that I’d post of myself on social media. Often times, my pictures were suggestive or flirty. I wanted to be seen as sexy, really, before I had a good sense of my own sexuality. As a teenager, I had an awareness of men’s attraction to me, but I didn’t necessarily understand what it was supposed to be for me. My hypersexuality was set off by being drugged and assaulted by this artist I was working with when I was 15. I was focused on making money so that I could move out of my parents house and finally be myself, so I found this guy online who gave me a job in his studio. Then he raped me and because I needed money, I kept coming back. My groomer also gave me the perfect space to be myself and be creative. It just came at a cost. After that, I’d try my best to repeat these experiences but do so in a way that made me feel empowered and that’s how I got to sex parties where in retrospect, I was abused much more, but felt it was empowering. Some perv took me to my first party the week I turned 18, and for a while, I’d say that I was servicing these parties, almost as if I was an employee. This is the mindset that allowed sex work to feel like not that big of a deal.

    Back then, if you wanted to get into sex work, you really only had the option to do so through a larger company. They controlled distribution and had the large platforms to promote models and you would have to hustle way more and have way more resources to be able to do it independently. What this meant was that our income was often split between both the platform and the company I was working under. I remember thinking that being a cam girl would be easy, but I figured out pretty quickly that sex work is work.

    In many ways, sex work is all about selling a fantasy. In my actual life, I’m a femme bottom who is completely submissive. But when you have a body like mine, it’s harder to sell that fantasy. These men wanted me to perform a type of dominance and aggression that I do not really have. The audience doesn’t really want who you really are, they want a fantasy that suits your appearance. That draws them in, but if you want to get them to stay, you have to change it up. You change your hair, your body, your aesthetic, your vibe to draw in new customers and to keep your existing ones who may have tastes that shift. You have to think about marketing yourself in a way that you probably don’t actually want to. And while I was doing this, the porn company was making most of the money. I’m not proud to say that in my short 3 month stint as a cam girl, I made under a thousand dollars. Which was more than I had before, but at this point in my life, I really recognize how much I was getting screwed because I make that in a much shorter period of time in a way that I don’t feel exploited. I didn’t like being a cam girl. I’d go as far as to say that I hated it and it kinda ruined my sexuality for a bit; and I’m only really just now starting to feel like I have an accurate relationship with my sexuality. However, apparently I still have that sex worker stink on me.

    After doing cam work, I got out of sex work, but would continue doing a lot of sex work-like things. I relied very heavily on men because they had the money. I would sabotage aspects of my education to spend time with a man because he had money and wanted to take care of me. I got hurt a lot before I graduated college and eventually fell in love and desperately wanted to put all of that behind me.

    My ex almost dumped me when he found out that I was a cam girl in my past. He had exes who were sex workers and he didn’t have a fond opinion of them. I remember feeling like I was better than other trans women because I no longer had to do sex work; to the point were I’d deny that I ever did it. He picked me, and I was special because I was better than a sex worker. But there was a shift in our relationship as I started to become mores successful as a content creator. Eventually, I started making more money than him and started paying all of our rent. As I matured, he purchased more Funkos, smoked more weed and would bring home plates of his mother’s Lasagna after I’d slaved over a stove while he was at work. He started to feel undermined by me because I no longer needed him. Because I started making enough money to no longer need his permission or guidance. I remember finally getting to a place of financial comfort and many of the ways that I relied on men, I was very relieved to not “have” to do anymore. Looking back, I overlooked a lot of abusive behavior from men because they had money and were attracted to me enough to want to support me. As I type this, I’m giggling at the previous version of myself that wanted to be a house wife. I’m glad I out grew that. I’m glad I never married that guy.

    Moving to LA, it struck me almost immediately that men had a certain response to me having money. Up to this point, I had lived in conservative communities for most of my life. I was stealth before moving to LA and if I’m being honest, I had a hard time adjusting to the more liberal environment. In the OC, it was a bit more socially acceptable for me to kinda expect for men to pay my way, and I’d honestly became kinda used to that. But in LA, I wanted to be empowered. There were many times when I’d go out on a date with a man and when the check came, I’d grab my card and naturally want to pay my portion; I was proud to do so. And there were men who’d flinch at me for doing so. To many of them, it was an affront to their masculinity that I not only wanted to pay, but was able to pay. Most of the time I’d pay my portion, those relationships ended. In the OC, whenever I’d be out by myself, the men around me would ask me where my children were or if I had a husband. It was as if they expected for women to only exist in relation to men, who of course have the money in the relationship. I was a bit younger back then, but I could tell that there were men that were kinda disturbed by this reality of me being able to do these things for myself. Sure, men in LA are a bit more overtly liberal, but I find that a lot of men struggle to be with women who make more than them, because they rely on their finances to command power in their relationships. That’s also why so many red pilled men shame women for wanting to date men who are financially secure.

    These days, I live relatively comfortably, by myself in a cute little apartment in Hollywood. While I have my partners who do indeed do a lot for me, I do not rely on them financially. I don’t do a bit of handy work around my home, but I don’t really rely on them for anything other than companionship and the time we spend on this rock together. Plainly put, I do not need men and have not needed men in a very long time. My job as a content creator is one that has become lucrative enough for me to be comfortable. I work hard, I don’t exploit myself in the way I once did, and I’m very proud of myself for it. Sex work was a way I pulled myself up, but now it feels like a footnote. Nothing at all comes up when I look up my old stage name and the evidence of my sex work has evaporated as websites got updated and the online atmosphere for sex workers changed. But still, like I said, even after a lot has changed, apparently I’ve got that sex worker stink on me.

    I go to the Goth club every Wednesday night. It’s basically my religion at this point. I go there, I see my friends, I catch up with them, I commune with them. I feel very at home in the Goth community. My ex fetishized alternative women, but would shame me a lot for my alternative aesthetic when we first started dating so I was slowly weened out of it. It’s been nice to marinate in LA for a while now and really find myself again.

    After the club, I usually go to an after hours. I wouldn’t suggest this, but it is certainly a thing I’ve taken to. I don’t do coke and I’m not looking to fuck, I’m just an insomniac who really enjoys meeting people. I was sheltered for so long in the OC that I’m honestly still adjusting to how interesting people are in LA. Not that there weren’t interesting people in the OC; they were just playing a particular role. in the OC, you only really found out who people were when they had a bit of liquor in them and were around friends. People are more out there in LA and I kinda like that.

    The after hours I go to is in this small little house off the boulevard. Tucked away in a quiet little corner. It’s run by a former gang member who I will often see on the boulevard; a nice guy who’s really all about his business. The space isn’t large, but there are several stages for girls who want to dance. I know the guy who runs the girls who dance there; also a nice guy from what I can tell; you never really know. Men come to this little house to meet people, to socialize and yeah, sometimes to pay for dances. Sometimes we have to clear out of a section of the club so that the girls can give special dances to the men who have the funds for them. Perhaps this seems like a strange environment for me to be in, but of the after hours I’ve gone to, this is the one that feels the most chill. Every after hours is going to have a presence of drugs and sex work. They just go hand in hand and late at night, after the bars close, there’s a demand for both.

    Every time I go to this after hours, I end up meeting this guy. He’s a handsome man with a darker complexion, and a very pleasant speaking voice. I think we both registered that we do public speaking and so when we have interacted with each other, we end up having some surprisingly articulate conversations and verbal sparring matches. Perhaps this is the trauma, but I kinda like being able to argue with men, especially when I know they’re attracted to me. There’s something really sweet about being able to twist a conversation a certain way because you know the person wants you. And this guy has always been very clear about wanting me, even as I relented.

    This is an older guy and I think perhaps for that reason, he has always had a very hard time wrapping his mind around what I do for a living, and he also had a hard time understanding my polyamory. So we often get into these debates about these things where he essentially reveals that he doesn’t really believe me. He doesn’t believe that I have multiple partners who care about me and he doesn’t believe that I have been able to pay my rent and more from my earnings as a content creator. The way he responds to me is as if he believed that I was saying these things to simply cope. Keep in mind, he’s doing copious amounts of cocaine most of the time we are speaking and I’m usually drinking a white claw because to me they’re somewhere between a drink and a glass of water. But still, he did entertain me and I was attracted to him. I’ve accepted long ago that more people do coke than I recognized and while I think its a stupid drug, I don’t really judge people for doing it, just abusing it.

    I’ve known this guy for a while now so when he begged to go back to my place for a drink, I unfortunately entertained the idea. Maybe just because I wanted to go home. So we went back to my place and he navigated through the artistic clutter in my apartment to my kitchen where he rummaged through my bar, found the most expensive bottle of liquor and poured himself a large drink that he did not want to finish. This really annoyed me and then he asked me another annoying question as he looked around my apartment, which I will admit is a bit nicer than your average apartment in LA. He asked me how much I paid in rent and I didn’t really want to answer this question, but as I thought of a tactful way to respond, I blurted out

    “Unless you plan on paying my rent, I don’t really think I need to tell you how much I pay”

    He stumbles into my kitchen to find himself a plate that he could use to snort drugs off of and I get into my bed, defensively, under my covers. I really regret inviting this man into my house, but we carry on our conversation. I start trying to talk to him about what I’m working on as he looks around my apartment fascinated by the corners of unfinished art projects and my filming set up. I tell him that I’m working on a piece about this only fans creator home and the conversation quickly derails into a question I’ve now become kinda used to hearing”

    “Are you on Only Fans?”

    Whenever I tell people that I’m an online content creator and they meet me in a goth club where my tits are typically hoisted up to my chin, they often assume I’m using a euphemism about sex work. I suppose it’s true that many of the women I know at the club also have only fans; which is part of why the criticism of the Alt Bop house is so strange to me. Sex workers are a huge part of the goth community and many of the commodified aspects of alternative culture are directly inspired by the presence of BDSM fashion in these spaces. Most of these things are associated with each other because the Goth scene is one full of misfits and weirdos and those on the margins. Naturally, many sex workers feel embraced there. While it is indeed frustrating that many men see alternative women and fetishize them, it’s silly to ignore the sex worker presence in the goth scene; and to be fair, it hasn’t just been men who’ve assumed that I was a sex worker.

    What bothered me though is that this man has had many conversations with me about my job, he’s even met some of my fans who occasionally end up at the after hours. However, he still believed that once he got me alone, I’d somehow reveal that I was indeed a sex worker and that all the things I have did not come from my hard work, but from a man. He started to ask me if I had ever been behind on rent; and I’m very happy to report that I’ve never managed to struggle in that way. We never returned to our friendly banter about my latest project. Instead, he propositioned me.

    I will not get into the details of what he offered, but he wanted to establish a relationship with me where he comes over to my place every day and I service his very taboo fetish. In exchange, he’ll pay all of my rent and then some…and what he was asking for, while strange, wasn’t something I necessarily minded doing…but daily?? For some reason that really stood out to me.

    Because I tend to socialize in after hours like I’m observing people’s personalities, I hadn’t really fully calculated some of the aspects of our interactions. During our conversation, he as begging me to show him my Youtube channel, and the thing is, I already have. I showed it to him and one of the first things he said about my channel, which isn’t about my appearance, was that he didn’t like my nails being as long as they were and that he preferred me with more natural makeup. I dismissed it at the time, but as he sits at the foot of my bed, using my sewing table as a platform for him to snort drugs from, I finally started to get a fuller picture.

    When you’ve been liberated from men’s financial control for so long, you can forget how it works. You can forget that when men feel like they can control you through finances, that they also believe they can control everything about you. Seeing him every day and doing what he wanted me to do everyday, would have worn away at my spirit. Sure, I’d get my rent paid, but now this man has control over me every single day. I couldn’t share what I shared with him, with anyone else if I was in this agreement with him. It started to register to me that this man was actually frustrated with the fact that I wasn’t in a position where I was struggling so much that I’d entertain his offer. There were much sadder, much more dejected times in my life where I’d probably jump at the chance, but now? I’m not remotely close to needing it and I can tell that many men do not like that.

    I can understand why many people take issue with the Bop House specifically, I also feel that much of the criticism is done without an understanding of how the industry has changed. When I did sex work, it was during an era where porn producers and pimps relied on the desperation of the young, often abused women who came to them looking for a way to do sex work lucratively. These companies and these pimps felt like the safest way to do sex work and many women were abused. Many sex workers still are, but OnlyFans has indeed, changed the game for many sex workers.

    These days, if I wanted to be a cam girl, I could easily make my own account on a website like Chaturbate and start earning income without the help of a porn company. I’d still have to split my income a bit, but I could control my content. I could own it and I could produce it all myself. Expensive studios and cameras have been replaced with smart phones on tripods. OnlyFans models can simply upload their content and advertise it to people around the world very easily through twitter and now apps like Instagram and Tiktok. The reason why the Bop House is on these apps to begin with has to do with FOSTA SESTA laws which have made it so that sex workers can’t communicate their services through the platforms they were once able to. These laws were made to prevent human trafficking, but in all reality, they prevent of-age sex workers from using the promotional platforms they’ve been using. For many sex workers, these laws have pushed them offline back onto the streets and back underneath the thumb of exploitative pimps.

    On Red Pill podcasts, you will commonly see men hold court around how degrading it is to be an OnlyFans model, but they will invite them onto their show to be degraded and ironically, this functions as self-promotion for their OnlyFans. In that way, I think the irony is on full display. There are an increasing amount of angry men who take issue with feminism and the progress it’s given to women, but those same men will complain about being a traditional man who provides for his wife. Yet there’s also men who feel frustrated that women feel entitled to their money, who also believe that when they become rich, famous and hot, they should be able to have as many barely legal girlfriends they want. Then there are men who want to see the money they spend as a downpayment on sexual favors, who absolutely resent sex workers. For many anti-feminist men, OnlyFans models represent the fall of man-kind; the end of “western civilization”. They see women who sell sex as a sort of infinite-money-hack, as these days, women can do sex work without a man in the middle. It used to be that because men took most of the money from the girls who worked for them, that many sex workers were stuck in perpetual poverty. Poverty that ensured that these young women always had a reason to come back to sex work and to use these men as middle men. But now that men are no longer benefiting from pimping in the same way and these women are able to make most of the profits, as these women come out and start sharing the numbers, of course these men are going to be upset. They’ve never made 43 million in a year. In their mind, why should she? She’s a whore!

    While I think it’s worth discussing why models like Sophie Rain are successful and its worth criticizing how the Bop House promoted a teen who’s likely already being exploited, I think the anger people have for these women is misplaced in many ways. What people are really responding to is the fact that sex work is no longer underground. Our society has humanized sex workers so much during my lifetime, to the point where I can think of several who have fairly vanilla Hollywood personas now. With that has come improved conditions for sex workers, and are things perfect? Not really. However, what many don’t seem to be understanding is that while pushing these women off social media may seem like a solution to you, disempowering and shaming them makes the abuse porn producers, traffickers and pimps want to accomplish, much easier.

    Shame is a big reason why many women who do sex work never report anything that happens to them. The attitude many have of dismissing and discarding sex workers is the same social attitude that encourages abuse towards them. For those personally affected by the patriarchy, it may feel empowering to shame women who do sex work because they are a tangible and precise target. However, since capitalism has existed and patriarchy was established to feed it, there have always been men who were willing to pay to have access to women, and women whose circumstances have been that their only path to financial mobility is a man. For as long as women have been able to have their own bank accounts, men have conflated our outward expressions of femininity as not that far from sex work. My experiences in multiple ends of this has made it very clear to me that at the heart of this anger around OnlyFans models is a resentment for women being able to become so financially comfortable that she objectively does not need a man. Men look at a gorgeous young woman like Sophie Rain and they resent that the closest they’ll ever get to her is being a paid member of her audience. Her financial freedom reinforces to them that she will never be so disempowered that she’d need to settle for them. That if she ever did date them, it wouldn’t be because they were the richest, hottest, coolest guy; as red-pillers like to suggest. She’ll date them because, well she chooses to; and its become clear to me that many men resent women being able to choose anything for themselves.

    I think the subject of choice is worth considering because ultimately, many of these choices are simply illusions. I guess you could say that I chose to do sex work, but only because my other options were starving, with no school books and no medical care. No one wanted to pay me to flip burgers, but they would pay me to flip them on their backs. I don’t think most people who end up doing sex work would necessarily choose it. I know a lot of sex workers, but very few who I’d say loved their job the way I love mine. But what I’ve learned is that this can be said about most jobs. Sex work is only degrading if you see it as such, and in many ways, I actually think it’s much more degrading to let a corporation use your body and labor to maintain something you will never own that never feeds back into you beyond a small paycheck and then discards you once you fall out of line. I had a negative experience as a sex worker and I’m glad its no longer my gig, but if I got into it now, who knows. I hated taking off my clothes and being paid pennies for it. I hated how isolated I felt within it and I hated having to depend on men.

    Sophie Rain and many other OnlyFans models have come out to say that young girls shouldn’t quit their day jobs for OnlyFans fame. That only happens to a very small amount of people. Most OF creators make just above minimum wage. I don’t think young girls are turning to OnlyFans creators and viewing them as role models, and if they are, I’d like to speak to their parents. Frankly, I think that’s where most of the blame should be placed. Tiffany Smith is feeding her daughter to the sharks because it pays to do so, and that’s very sad to me. More than these sex workers, I believe we should criticize the capitalism that would allow her to feel completely fine selling her daughter. Would she do that if it didn’t pay?

    Sex work is work and we only think of it as easy because we view sexuality through a certain lens because of how sex factors into our lives. However anyone whose done sex work will tell you that if you think it’ll be easy, you will fail. As sex workers have built and gained their own platforms, they can have open conversations about that. To me, it’s hard to get the impression that sex work is glamorous if you’ve heard those conversations. Frankly, sex workers make it look easy, but that’s also part of the job. I personally find what I do now to be much easier. I found out pretty quickly that i don’t quite have the heart for it and I’m not very good at pretending.

    At the end of the day, this is all marketing. The Alt Bop House is not catering to teenagers who are alternative who care about “alternative principles”, they’re catering to men who fetishize alternative women; and if you are one you know they don’t really like them, they just view them as more adventurous than the women they typically go for. They are selling a fantasy the way we are incentivized to do so under capitalism. About 6 months ago, some of you may have noticed that I have started playing up my appearance and have committed to a certain aesthetic on my Youtube channel. I’m also more overtly flirtatious and I’ve finally started wearing bras on camera (lol). Since I’ve made that change, my following has grown dramatically and I’ve made twice as much. On Patreon, I went back and forth with my audience about shifting into “Kat Blaque, the character” and that’s what you now see on my Youtube channel. It’s still me, but it’s a very curated, hotter version of me. My experience with sex work has made it so that I honestly have really struggled around the idea of putting myself together to film Youtube content. I hate the idea of selling my appearance, but I had to shift my thinking around this and I’m glad that I have. Now I see it all as a work uniform of sorts. Soft makeup, a Victoria Secrets push up bra and Jovi by Outre teased up to remind my audience that I’m a Goth without dark makeup that often distracts my viewers. It’s a look that’s worked; it’s a fantasy that sells. I could argue with myself all day about how I’m reinforcing some unhelpful things by leaning into these things so heavily, but at the end of the day, whether I wear a bra or not, whether I wear makeup or not, I alone will not defeat this societal trend of expecting women to be glamorous and presentable within the industry I work in and it doesn’t serve me to act as if it is my responsibility, because it isn’t. In fact, I’d say that trying to make it seem as if it is, does a great job of providing cover for the much harder to destroy societal reality of patriarchy.

    These sex workers are easier to blame than the men who patronize them, but the demand for them will continue to exist whether or not they’re on the main stage or in the shadows. Personally, I like that things have gotten so much better for sex workers that they can finally get paid what they deserve without having to hand their paychecks to a man first and I will always support improved conditions for sex workers over blaming them for being sex workers. To me, that argument is no different from “what was she wearing”. It’s easier to criticize the clothes a particular woman was wearing than it is to deconstruct a rape culture that says if certain women look a certain way, they should expect abuse. But we lean into those half baked ideas because they’re easier to latch onto and we want to maintain the stigma around women dressing immodestly, and therefore maintain a central part of controlling women. There’s a reason why rich men who’ve historically abused women and participated in human trafficking are suddenly trying to “protect women” by creating laws that make it easier for them to keep sex workers and their abuse of them, in the underground.

  • The Kittens in My Garden

    One of my most vivid childhood memories is getting lost. Believe it or not, I got lost a lot as a child. I was one of those leash kids. We were on a walk in our neighborhood and she was outpacing me. She was dressed in her smart, purple work out attire that, in my memory, is always a very of-the-era retro design. She was focused on her fitness goal, while I was taking a more casual pace. I was always the kinda kid that walked the mile. This was one of the very first times I’d ever gone this far into the neighborhood. I was raised to be cautious; and growing up where I did, I never truly knew what it felt like to feel unsafe.

    Our town had virtually zero crime and moving there was very intentional for my parents. My father was raised in the projects of Boston and he didn’t want his children to ever live a life like that. So, when they adopted us, they decided to raise us in a very safe, quite neighborhood in the San Gabriel Valley. My parents were the original owners our home, and that was impressive, but the houses higher on the hill were more impressive to me at the time. The further up you went, the bigger the houses became and the wider the driveways got. I’ve always loved architecture and I remember admiring those big homes, wanting to live in one myself, but not appreciating, at the time just how good I had it. In my wanderlust, I got distracted and lost my way. My mother would hit pause on her Walkmen and then double back to get me. She’d never leave me behind, but I remember that little bit of anxiety I had about holding her back. She was so driven and goal oriented and as a child, I don’t think I was quite as perceptive of just how much sacrifice she made to become a mother. She slowed down her pace and we walked the rest of the way together.

    I would describe my mother as a type-A personality. Perhaps she developed it over time through my grandmother, a glamorous woman who, to my understanding, was fairly strict. She had high expectations for my mother, and from what I can tell, she fulfilled them. She graduated from Harvard with a Masters Degree, she married a good Christian man, she raised her children in a safe neighborhood and was very involved with the church. My mother was…impressive. One of the most impressive women I’ve ever known.

    While my parents raised me in LA County, my mother worked in the middle of the city. She’d drive almost 4 hours to and from work daily, and sometimes I’d go with her. It’s impossible for me not to associate the city with my mother. I spent a lot of time with my mother, perhaps because, despite her being a working mom, she was otherwise quite traditional. She was pique 90s business woman classy. She always kept herself together and til the week of her death, she always kept a consistent hair appointment. You could never catch her slipping, and I remember my grandmother being the same way, just a bit more 60s glam. I’d often go with her into the city for her hair appointments. The culture shock I had when she’d show up to some lady’s house in the hood and she’d be getting her hair done in the kitchen, the smell of Blue Magic mixing with the smell of stove-fried chicken. People were so different in LA. Not to mention, growing up in the SGV, most of my neighbors were Chinese. I didn’t know very many other black people and sometimes these ventures into LA were the only times I interacted with black folks I wasn’t related to.

    My mother was the first person I came out to. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but I do remember I started by telling her that I was attracted to men and I did this already knowing very well that I was not cis. When I said this to her, she said “that’s not it”; and initially I interpreted that as a rejection of my own statement of my sexuality; but with time I realized that she saw through my (not very convincing) gender performance at the time and recognized that I was likely a trans woman. She never encouraged me or told me who I was, but she never judged me. In school, I got into the habit of wearing baggy clothes over my usually hand-drawn, painted, or sewn clothes that I wore to school that were decidedly more feminine. My father shamed me a lot for being feminine when I was a child, so I learned to hide myself from him, but my mom was a different case. Sometimes she’d be sitting right there when I’d get back home and she’d see part of what I actually wore to school. She’d always chime in with a compliment or a comment about something I was wearing. I have a distinct voice memory of her saying “I like that” whenever I wore something different. I’ll never forget when I purchased my first pair of Doc Martens from my first check from my first animation job and she told me she wanted a pair herself. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that she liked my style so much as she was one of my first inspirations, but at the time, it always caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected her to be so accepting of me before I came out. She didn’t love all of my outfits though. Maybe the shorts were too short sometimes or the pants too tight. She made sure to let me know, but never made me feel terrible for being myself.

    Shockingly, I was a Thespian in High School; and for my Advanced Drama assignments, we’d have to go see actual stage plays and do reports about them. My mom and I would go into LA by ourselves and go to the most bizarre little plays. Once I came out to my mom, I wanted to see as many LBGT themed plays as possible. When I came out to my mom, I asked her not to tell my father. So it became, I guess, our own little secret. I feel strange about that now, but back then I was so terrified of my father knowing that it felt nice to have someone at home that loved me enough not to do what I was afraid of my father doing to me. While I still remained closeted to my father, outside of the home, in retrospect, I was pretty out there in every other context. I was a kid with splatter painted rainbow jeans and fingerless gloves. we went to so many plays that had queer themes and I remember that being very impactful for me because I didn’t know very many queer people at the time. After the plays, we’d often go get food. There was always this line between my mom and I, and my brother and my father. They’re traditional dudes with chicken tenders diets and we’re more adventurous eaters with an ethnically diverse taste. So we always took our time together as an opportunity to eat in a more worldly way. We had this tradition of getting Pho, which was very exotic to us at the time. My mom and I just had this thing…this thing that only her and I shared. This knowing. This kinship. This love that was specific to us. A sense of humor and warmth and closeness. There was no voice that calmed me more.

    After college, I briefly moved back in with my parents who, by then, had moved from that two story home I grew up in, into a little apartment in San Dimas. It sounds so classist now, but I remember thinking about how sad it must be that they moved from a home to an apartment. We went from having a ton of space to very very little. By then, it was impossible for my father to ignore that I was a woman. At this point, I’d already been stealth and since we lived in a new town now, I was functionally stealth while live in San Dimas at the time. I had just turned 21 and I went on a lot of dates and eventually, I met someone and we moved in with each other and I officially left home. When I moved out, things were a bit strained. My partner was white (well, passing… but that was a white boy!), and my dad didn’t really accept our relationship. Partially because he was white, but I think mostly because he was a man. Moving out marked the point where I started seeing my parents a lot less. Because of my father’s treatment of me, I didn’t like to call home very often and I often resented receiving phone calls from him. It was so hard to talk to someone who flat out doesn’t accept the version of you that is dramatically happier. I regret letting that get in the way of me speaking to my mother while she was still alive. She didn’t deserve to be punished because of how much I struggled to speak to my father. I will always regret not calling enough and bearing and grinning my discomfort just to speak to her more. I thought I’d be raising a family with that particular boyfriend and ultimately, after 6 years, I realized the suburban dream I imagined having with him wasn’t really what I wanted, and I no longer wanted to live in one of those big houses on the hill. So I left him and went to the city.

    A lot of the little shows we went to were in the Hollywood/Los Feliz/ Silverlake area, and I knew that when I moved to LA, that’s the general area I wanted to be in. A few years ago, I signed a lease on a new apartment and I finally live in the Silverlake area of Los Angels. I really love my neighborhood… it’s gang territory apparently, but I’ve been told that if I mind my business, I’ll be fine. My neighbors seem to be really sweet even though I kinda stand out in the neighborhood. Once again, I’m one of the only black people in my area, but I love my location and everyone’s pretty friendly. My neighbors are mostly Salvadorian and they’ve confided in me that they’d rather have me here than a white gentrifier. I suppose my gentrification is less bad because I’m black. My apartment isn’t cheap, but it’s not the most expensive place I’ve lived. It’s the first place i’ve lived in LA that feels like home. I can’t believe I ever wanted to live in a big mansion. What would I even do with all of those rooms? I think it’s the perfect amount of room for me, and the best thing is, I’ve got a patio!

    I’ve never had an outdoor space before and I gotta be honest, it really makes a difference! There’s something really nice about sitting on my patio with a CD on in the other room, a cocktail in my hand, the sound of my neighbor’s Bachata in the distance, and that sweet, sweet city air… maybe even a blunt to really take it over the edge. It’s like my little corner of paradise. It’s been a fun little project for me. I’ve never had outdoor space before so I’ve enjoyed buying all of these various little doo-hickeys for it. A cute little table and chairs, fake leaves to cover my storage, an umbrella for shade during the summer. I didn’t know I had to buy a heavy iron base for my umbrella when I first got it and I was so excited when I eventually got one and I was finally able to up my umbrella! That’s when I started sitting out there and I decided to cover the back gate with thick bamboo to give myself a little privacy because yes I do be on my patio half naked cuz I’m grown!

    A lot of times when I’m writing my scripts for my Youtube videos, I’ll sit on my back patio and write on my Macbook. I was on my patio one afternoon when I got the phone call from my father. He said, through tears,

    “Mumma’s Dead”

    They’ve been married nearly 50 years and I knew that this man, whom I had grown so distant from, was hurting desperately. And so was I. I don’t think I understood permanence until I realized I could never speak to her ever again. I had waited for this moment in time where I’d be able to have Pho with her again, and it never came. It never will come and that hurt. It still hurts. My wound will never heal. I felt helpless so I screamed louder than I’ve ever screamed and a bunch of my neighbors peeped their heads out to see me crying on my patio. That was a day that changed me.

    I remember sitting on her bed with her one afternoon, watching Bay Watch and chatting between commercials; and she told me that when she dies, she wants yellow roses at her funeral. I didn’t register it until I was at the funeral home, flipping through floral arrangements that the reason she said this to me was that I would ultimately be the person to make these plans. She knew that even back then. I figured out through my mother’s death that I was the most successful person in my family. Her funeral fell almost entirely on me. She had a Christian burial complete with a pastor from our church and I made sure she got her yellow roses and a lilac casket. She got her final manicure, hairstyle that I know she would have appreciated and beautiful dress that maintained her modesty, how she often did. Edward held me while I cried nonstop at her funeral. My hair was green at the time. It felt disrespectful and inappropriate for the situation, but I can hear my mom saying “I like that”. When she died, something within me shifted. An innocence I felt I still had, I recognized had been gone for quite some time.


    One of the more recent additions to my patio was a small vase with my mother’s image on it. My aunts friend made it and I managed to take it from the repass. They have this sorta craft-like appeal that I know my mother would have loved. My mother is the reason I’m an artist. In fact, she’s the one who took me to an animation convention many years ago when I was a child; and it was there that I decided to go to Cal Arts because a very impressive person there had graduated from there. She was always making room for creativity. She volunteered for the Brownie Scouts at our church and she was always responsible for coming up with some new craft. Because I was always with her, I ended up doing a lot of these crafts and I think that’s where I got a lot of my handy, DIY nature from. I have fond memories of stealing her sewing kit and hand sewing a lot of my first pieces of feminine clothing. I have all the culture I do because of my mother. She introduced me to a world outside of the bubble created for me and placed the creative seeds in my mind that ultimately led to me being successful enough to be able to bury her.

    The photo on the vase is a photo of my mother in her home office. It’s a photo that portrays a fashionable woman in very humble beginnings. It’s a good portrait of the mother I remember the most. I found a lot of photos of her before she ever became a mom. It’s strange looking at photos of who your mother was before you existed. She had a sheen of youth, optimism and whimsy in her old photos. It’s clear that adopting us changed a lot for her. As I went through her things, this became even more clear to me. In every unfinished notebook and every scrap of paper nestled between a Daniel Steele novel, I saw the dreams she had. Every job she considered getting, language she started learning, every future plan she had and so so so many unfinished notebooks. One of the notebooks I found had little scribbles of texting acronyms. I remember when she wrote it when texting started and she would tickle herself with the silly acronyms we used during the height of t-9 texting. She loved that something like “g2g” meant “got to go” and “ilu” meant “I love you”. She always delighted in those simple things. She hated feeling out of date, and she was starting to look into taking classes about technology. I regret those moments I was frustrated explaining technology to her. I think she would have enjoyed TikTok.

    My mom struggled with MS for many years. I saw her slowly deteriorate from the woman who would leave me in her dust to a woman who relied on everyone for everything. She hated that. She hated that she was no longer able to be the type-A person she used to be. She never wanted to give anyone the impression that she couldn’t do it. As I’m writing this with tears soaking my face, I’m realizing that I get so much of my spirit from her. That was one of the strange things I realized as I processed her death. That so much of who I am, is actually her. In many ways, I’m almost a different version of her that went down an incredibly different path. As I collected her things, I noticed just how many little private bits of happiness she put aside for herself. So that’s where I get it! She had all sorts of trinkets and things that may have seemed insignificant to most, but I know for her contained a memory. We had so much in common and when I found this picture of her, I cried because I never realized that she too also used to wear oversized glasses. I’d never known that, we’d never discussed it. We’re just oriented the same way. Even though I’m not biologically related to her, it’s hard not seeing how much of her is in me.

    Growing up, my father built a walk-in closet for my mother to store her extensive wardrobe in. Because I used to go through it all the time, I was aware of just how much she had downsized. She used to fill rack upon rack with clothes, but at the end of it all, she had very few things. She’d moved twice by now so she had downsized just slightly, but surprisingly, she kept a box full of every accomplishment I ever achieved. Every silly paper I got an A on. Every poem I ever wrote her. Every playbill. Every trophy.

    Recently, I decided to make a real attempt at having a garden. I don’t have a green thumb at all… in fact, none of my plants have managed to stay alive. However, at the funeral, someone gave me a house plant. I dunno the name of it, but it’s a pretty cool lookin’ one. I’ve managed to keep it alive and that made me feel hopeful; so naturally, I decided I could buy a few garden beds from Target and actually try to grow my own food!

    I planted a bunch of random shit. Mostly squash, herbs, tomatoes, peppers, swiss chard and some random flowers. It was slow starting at first, but it’s really started to flourish. I still gotta figure out a way to get rid of those pesky aphids, but all-in-all, it’s starting to look really productive. I started moving some of my planters around to catch the sun more effectively and I feel like I’ve recently found the most perfect feng shui for my patio because it now feels massive and lush now that my summer squash is really taking off. I gotta do some cleaning, but it’s really becoming a peaceful place. my little corner of tranquility.

    The tricky thing about having a garden is you have to tend to it. Right now she’s a little sensitive. The heat is getting to her so I have to make sure I always come back to my apartment and water it so that she’ll continue to grow. A few days ago, Edward finally helped me set up a drip system so I’m expecting it to grow a lot better now. However, before then, it was nice to have a reason to come back to my apartment and take care of something. I spend most of my time at his apartment so until recently, it wasn’t uncommon for me to miss a day and then come back to wilted plants. That started feeling selfish though so I made a habit to come back every day to make sure the plants were ok.

    The past week or so, I’ve had some visitors on the patio. A pair of very adorable kittens who have recently enjoyed using my patio as a shady little get-away during the heat wave.

    Alexander saw them this week when we had our date and he and his wife are pretty notorious for taking in the neighborhood cats. They have a little shelter for the ones that stop by. When the kitties first came to my patio, I realized how nice it felt to have them there. They’re so cute and sweet, and its just nice to see them. It brightens up my day a little bit. One of them is really timid and shy and the other is very chaotic. I sometimes sit on my patio and watch them catch flies.


    I got the impression that they weren’t eating and didn’t have a cool place to lay so I decided to open up my umbrella and I tried to create a few little spaces for them to chill on my patio. For my mother’s funeral, I received a large flower arrangement in a basket. I kept the basket for emotional reasons, and I realized that it would actually make a pretty great little place for the littles to chill. So I took some pillows and put it in there so they’d have a place to relax.

    Today while I was in Target, I decided to get a little bag of cat food for them because I figured they were hungry. When I got home, I took my doggy placemat and put some food and water in it and they took to it immediately. I actually grew up with a little kitty named Sparkle who my parents had to get rid of because I was allergic. That’s always made me sorta sad. I’ve never really been a pet person. I like cats, I guess but I’m not a cat lady, really…not yet at least. And I gotta admit, these cute kids had me really considering it.

    As I sat there watching them eat…I started crying. There she goes again, crying on her damn patio. I realized that in a way, without realizing it, I had been exerting, in my own small way, a maternal energy in the space where I learned that I had lost my mother. I think my mother passing away shifted something within me that made me care a bit more about hungry kitties in need of shady place to lay their head. Sometimes when I have moments like this, I wonder if this is evidence of some sort of suppressed maternal desire I have deep down inside. I came to LA for self discovery when I realized that I didn’t really want that suburban life I once dreamed of. But sometimes I have these moments where I remember that a different version of me imagined that at this point in my life, I’d be putting my kids into the 2nd grade. And honestly, there are times where I think about it. Should I be a mom? I feel like the overwhelming answer is a no. I can’t imagine it… but at the same time, I think I’d be a really cool mom. Maybe feeding these kitties is the closest I’ll ever get. As they skittered back into their little shelter under my garden bed, I felt immensely thankful to those kitties for giving me a moment of purpose and not running away from me when I started crying. I like them on my patio. I love the kittens in my garden.

    As it turns out, those kitties aren’t street kitties at all. They’ve got a parent already, so there goes my fantasy of adopting them! They still come to my garden and they’ve since become favored by my neighbors. I’m really thankful that my mom adopted me. We aren’t biologically related, but that’s my mother through and through. I used to think we were so different and I wish I was able to celebrate how similar we were when she was alive. I realize now that every little polite suggestion she gave me was her recognizing part of herself in me. That while I knew her as my mother, she was so much more than just that. She existed outside of and beyond her role in my life as a mother. She was complex, she was strong and ultimately she taught me how to love…I miss her a lot. I miss our banter, our dark jokes, our particular love for each other. But in so many ways I’ve realized that she’s not really gone. She lives on in me and is in the love I have for others. So she will always be with me, even if she’s no longer with us. And the same is true for every other person she’s ever touched. She will always be my idol.

    Thanks for the kittens, mom.

  • Decolonizing Love, The Shemale Fantasy and Hierarchical Polyamory As A Trans Woman

    Decolonizing Love is a leftist platform dedicated to educating the poly-curious about non monogamy from a decolonized lens. Nick and Millie have been in a happily polyamorous relationship for over 14 years. Millie is a non-binary she/they Kenyan immigrant who’s been non monogamous their entire lives, while Nick’s non monogamy started once they began dating. Though they’re based in Toronto, Canada, their content has been celebrated world wide as it is one of the more accessible platforms dedicated to attempting to break down some of the commonly embraced aspects of colonization that appear within non-monogamous relationships; namely, hierarchy. As their platform is largely about criticizing the concept of hierarchy within non-monogamous relationships, it’s often been used as a resource for couples transitioning from monogamy to polyamory. Nick and Millie offer their followers peer support, while also selling a relationship contract for $149 that has apparently appeared in Business Insider. Make no mistake, Decolonizing Love is a business.

    Recently, they’ve come under fire for some of their positions, namely Millie’s statements about transgender women and some of their comments about BDSM practitioners. As you can image, as a leftist, kinky, black transgender woman, I have a lot to say about these comments and you can watch my hour long video essay that goes over most of what I have to say on my Youtube Channel. However, in this post I wanted to focus on Millie’s comments about transgender women and expand on some of my thoughts about how these comments very naturally result in what I know is a contradiction to their stated politics of “decolonization”, and stance against hierarchical polyamory.

    Before launching into my entire thoughts about this; a disclaimer. I have not, nor have I ever been invested in “cancelling” anyone. Even some of the people I’ve written about on this blog are people that I, at the end of the day, believe are capable of change. I never want to believe that people are completely immovable, which is why I make the work I do. In general, my problem with the way Decolonizing Love discusses many things is their very black and white way of viewing certain things. They often leave no room for nuance or practicality. Their content is primarily fixated around shame and greatly relies on their audience being ignorant, but drawn to do better.

    Clearly, their audience grants Millie a lot of credit because of her African background and often times when criticized, Millie will say that it’s an attempt to attack her and subvert her points, specifically because of this background. I want to make it clear that I am especially not invested in tearing down black creators and those who I know are ultimately under a harsher lens of scrutiny because of misogyny.

    Millie has… half heartedly apologized for what I’m going to be discussing in this post, but I’m writing it because this is an aspect of discussions around non-monogamy and hierarchy that I often feel is not just dismissed, but actively suppressed, largely because I feel that people do not want to face the harsh reality of the disconnect between their politics and their actions. Hierarchy is something I feel quite sharply BECAUSE I am a trans woman.

    So what exactly did they say?

    Underneath an Instagram post, Millie, who makes most of the posts for Decolonizing Love, discusses her preference for pre-op transgender women. She says she prefers them over cis women. Her reasons? Trans women with penises could potentially fulfill one of her sexual desires: being fucked by a woman with a functional and responsive penis.

    This comment was made very publicly and that’s worth noting because for quite some time now, we’ve adjusted to a social norm where these conversations about cis bodies are fairly taboo. One time I was in a club with my partner Alexander, who is a tall white man. Another white man who that had been flirting with me for months saw us together and decided to launch into this very uncomfortable rant about how Alexander would absolutely love Asia. He’d recently traveled to Japan and found that Japanese women absolutely loved him! Why? According to him, Japanese women have tight, small vaginas that are particularly satisfying to, presumably, larger white penises. He said this to us in public and, yes, it was quite uncomfortable because it was such a disgusting, objectifying, and racist thing to say, but he said it very comfortably. Everyone around him was mortified.

    Despite the right’s attempt to normalize “locker room talk”, we still tend to acknowledge that it’s very disrespectful to publicly discuss a women’s genitalia in a degrading way. Yet transgender bodies are often viewed as public domain. So when our bodies are described, they’re spectacles first that are either repulsive or seductive; either way they exist to be consumed. Being a transgender person often means accepting that most people will only ever humanize you if you’re able to closely mimic the gender you identify as, that you weren’t designated. Outside of that, you often feel like you must instead convince the world of your humanity, as to avoid objectification or stigmatism. You’d think a great ally to the trans community who has a decolonized perspective would be aware of the toll objectification has on transgender women especially. Millie speaks about transgender women’s genitalia as if she’s describing her favorite sex toy. And frankly, that’s how many poly folks view trans women: as toys to be taken out of the nightstand only when the fancy hits and no one else is there.

    I’ve met so many people who “prefer” trans women and they’re almost never in long term romantic relationships with them.

    When I first came into the poly world, I went to a little gathering that happens at a bar in the straight part of West Hollywood, the Sunset Strip. I was fresh meat, just getting out of my six-year, vanilla, more traditional relationship and I was eager to finally explore polyamory with the right people. I pretty immediately got the attention of a shaggy haired dude who I’d later discover had some what of a cult-of personality in the LA poly scene. This was my first time meeting him though and I was immediately taken by his seemingly aggressive statements about feminism and constant reference to his sexuality being less than straight. At the time, I’d spent a good years or so kissing conservative frogs in Orange County and here he was; one of them lefty liberal type feminist dudes from LA. Surely he’d be a better choice.

    Because of his constant reference to his bisexuality, I felt like I didn’t need to rush to tell him that I was a transgender woman. At this time in my life, I had just started letting go of being stealth and I wasn’t quite comfortable being super open about being transgender. I figured that since he was bisexual, it wouldn’t be a huge deal. So before our first date, I let him know and I sensed a bit of hesitation. He explained to me that he’d never been with a trans woman before but he thought I was cute so let’s see where it goes.

    This particular guy would have (and I’d bet does) absolutely loved Decolonizing Love’s Facebook content. He was an obnoxious Facebook male feminist who made post after post about political issues that would, of course, make him seem like a good dude. His wife was very openly bisexual and he would spend a lot of time making posts about desiring men, despite never actually having any romantic experience with men. He’d make a lot of comments about how certain popular male figures were attractive, but when I observed him, The poly community is, of course, full of an array of people of various sexualities, but I never really saw him give attention to anyone other than women and non transitioned non-binary people who were designated female at birth.

    We dated for a few months, but he would often pull away when I attempted to initiate intimacy. It was hard for me to register this as he’d speak openly about his drive and desire and frequently made dates with new women, whom he would have some degree of intimacy with. We’d go out together or be at the same event at the same time and he’d make a point of taking a picture of us and putting it on Facebook, but privately, he avoided my touch.

    Eventually, I felt like I was chasing him, which is a bit embarrassing to admit. He never seemed available for me, but was for his other partners. I obviously knew the reason why he went from overeager to performatively doing the bare minimum. While he never said this to me, I know that he was uncomfortable with my transgender body. For me, one of the main downsides of passing is that I’ve often experienced people making the assumption that I was female at birth, and then had to experience the disappointment when I share that I am not. And yes, often times, this disappointment has been from people who claim bi or pansexuality.

    Being a transgender woman often means being an entity that inherently challenges a lot of the people you interact with. You may not even be trying to do so, but, frankly, people are so deeply propagandized that they engage in a lot of things without realizing that they are. In a way, I called his bluff. He had been presenting himself as a woke, inclusive, experienced guy, but in reality, he was someone that still had preferences and measured people’s value based on those preferences.

    I don’t think there’s a way to ever state a preference without it sounding problematic. Frankly, I think if Millie is interested in well endowed, trans girl tops with functional pensies and doll-like bodies, that is her right. What I take issue with is the way certain people like to pretend they aren’t capable of engaging in behavior that reflects bias. My experience is that most people who include trans women in their dating pool only do so for sex, and many of the ones who desire long term relationships with them often have a preference for what I describe as the “Shemale Fantasy”.

    A”Shemale” is the “best of both worlds”: a beautiful woman with sizeable breasts and a functional penis. If you look at a lot of the top selling transgender porn, that’s mostly what you’ll see, and it’s from porn that many people develop The Shemale Fantasy. A fantasy that one day a shemale will passionately penetrate you with her very functional, and large lady penis. Are there transgender women with big dicks that like to fuck? Sure. But typically if you’re a trans woman on HRT and your penis is functioning the way a cis man’s functions, you’re not yet at the point where HRT is truly feminizing your body.

    In the early stages of HRT, one of the things people often check for is whether or not a trans woman is getting erections at the same rate as they were before they started. Over time, hormones will decrease the size and functionality of the penis as it’s working to suppress the things that would make your penis sexually functional. Does this mean it’s impossible for trans women to get erections? Absolutely not. In pornography, some transgender performers will take drugs like Viagra to make themselves functional again. Outside of sex work, some trans women will opt for a certain hormone regimen that leaves enough testosterone in their system for them to do so. But either way, it’s important to point out that while it’s completely valid for someone to have this sexual desire and there’s no wrong way for a trans woman to have sex, that for many transgender women, being feitshized in this way is particularly hurtful because of the dysphoria they experience, which I chasers who call themselves allies would understand is more common than not. Many transgender women want bottom surgery and being fetishized for their bodies can be quite traumatizing. Millie isn’t a trans woman so I’ll give her a bit of grace with her use of “pre-op”, but there’s a lot you could read into there.

    A “pre-op” trans woman is typically a transgender woman who plans to have “the” surgery. Her ultimate goal is not to have a large and functional penis, but to feminize her body and eventually have a gender affirming surgery where her current parts function in a way that makes living in her body more liveable, as it aligns with her view of self. For many trans women who feel this way, erections are upsetting, not enjoyable. Many trans women who have severe bottom dysphoria that would encourage them to get “the” surgery aren’t interested in being sexually active at all until they’ve had it. For those transgender women, losing functionality of their genitalia is a good sign. It means that their hormone regimen is working correctly and feminization will be successful. Many transgender women will avoid masturbation just to avoid a spike in testosterone that would potentially clash with their hormone goals.

    If you see a “pre-op” trans woman in a pornography, she’s probably trying to earn the money she needs to afford “the” surgery. It’s a surgery that will cost many trans women somewhere between $60,000 and $100,000 depending on where you are and your insurance. For many trans women, sex work is one of the only viable ways they’re able to earn enough money to transition. So the great irony is that trans women often end up needing to capitalize on their dehumanization and thus fetishism in order to survive in bodies they feel humanized within. Many trans women feel forced into doing sex work, and it’s ironic how that’s also how many people develop a desire for transgender women. A desire that often alienates us more than it validates us as it’s often based in the realm of fantasy. Few trans women do not have complicated relationship with their genitalia.

    I think many people are used to understanding transgender women as being perpetually rejected, and while it’s true that many people reject us, what I wish more people understood is that many people accept us and desire us in the way we want to be desired. For Millie, it likely felt complimentary at the time to say what she said as very few people area willing to publicly state an attraction to transgender women at all; but it’s still objectification that only really happened because trans women aren’t granted their humanity as a baseline. What made her comments ironic to me is that they have a clear indication of preference and hierarchy that would indicate that she’d likely be less interested in dating a cis woman or a woman who DIDN’T have a penis that was eager to fuck her.

    Decolonizing Love says a lot of things about hierarchy that I agree with. When a couple attempts to transition their relationship from monogamy to polyamory, I do find that they often operate more-so as an “open relationship”. To me, the distinction between polyamory and an open relationship, an open relationship is other people servicing the desires of the primary couple, the other is about people who all experience romantic love for each other. Romantic Love is something I’ve often found is gatekept from you when you’re outside of someone’s sexual preference or curiosity. Plenty of men I’ve attempted to date over the years explictly stopped trying to date me because I didn’t want to fuck them. For me, my desire to not top is two fold. Without getting into the gore-y details: I couldn’t do it even if I wanted to and if I wanted to, it wouldn’t be without having major surgery. That’s a me thing, not a trans thing though. Either way; for that reason, I’ve always taken issue with is that within an open relationship, you’ve got one couple that’s trying really hard to make sure their interactions with other people don’t have a negative impact on their relationship. This feels very reasonable and is a very common way that many practice non-monogamy, but if you wanted to practice polyamory, you’d need to add a bit of love to the dynamic. It’s my position that polyamory as a term really should only refer to people who love multiple people, not simply sleep with multiple people. Sleeping with multiple people is easy, but truly loving multiple people requires a capacity I find many monogamous people don’t have. Not saying that to sound all holier-than-thou. That’s just my observation. Polyamorous people have the ability and desire to hold more than just a sexual interest in a person. Of course not every relationship is about love, but within an open relationship, it’s off limits. Yet when you’re a trans woman, you often only find yourself on one side of this equation.

    Before recognizing I was polyamorous, I had a lot of experience with men who were in open relationships. The situation would typically be a cis man married or dating a cis woman whom he loves very much and would never want to break away from. That cis man has a curiosity for trans women, often a Shemale Fantasy, and he’s gotten permission to pursue this desire with a transgender woman. These relationships were almost always about letting him get his tranny fix and then sending him back to his wife or girlfriend that he gains some sort of social capital from. No one could know that he was interested in me or that we’d had sex. It’s their little secret that must be maintained. I must maintain it, in order to protect their relationship. The sex we have is in service to their relationship. The idea being that because he’s able to get a bit of tranny sex on the side, he can love his woman all that much more. Unfortunately, this is something I also feel among some truly polyamorous folks.

    When you’re still fixated on the Shemale Fantasy, it doesn’t really allow you to understand that it is just that; a fantasy. Like the white dude talking about how Asian Women just can’t take his huge white cock, there are probably always going to be a few Asian Women that confirm his bias. However, when you view people through that lens, it has the effect of not allowing you to understand their individuality. As a trans woman who can’t fulfill the Shemale Fantasy partially because I don’t want to, but also because I’m physically unable to, it has always been disorienting when people decide that this makes me a less valuable partner. Within polyamory, sometimes this has become a problem. In general, on dating apps, even vanilla ones, I have to indicate that I am a person who only bottoms because, yes, there are people who do desire long term relationships with trans women, but only as bottoms. Millie identifies as pansexual and even she has a genitalia preference when it comes to trans women.

    When I’ve had conversations with people who cling to a sexuality label that suggests that they sleep with both men and women, many of them will dance around essentially acknowledging that the truth is, they don’t want to date a person with a penis unless they’re using that penis to fuck them. In their minds there’s not really see much of a point to dating a transgender woman unless she uses her penis in a very particular way. This may seem like a given, but like I said, a huge majority of trans women do not want to have sex in that way let alone have their genitalia focused on at all. For the fetishist, this may be confusing, but for people who grant trans women their humanity, they recognize that trans women can have a diverse way of feeling about their genitalia with many of them not even having penises. As I’ve written about on here a few times, I don’t really think there’s anything wrong with preferences, even if you could argue that they come from various isms, but let’s be honest about that. As a pansexual, if Millie says she’s primarily attracted to pre op trans women among all women, it’s not hard to imagine how she’d pull away from a post op transgender woman.

    My point of contention here is that the natural result of a polyamorous person having this “preference” is that everyone who doesn’t fit it will fall to the wayside. What frustrates me a lot about conversations around hierarchy in polyamory is that the experiences of trans women are often never really introduced to the conversation. If we exist in a society where colonization has taken root and many people only have a very exotic understandings of who transgender women are and how their bodies work, when it comes to pursuing romance, trans women will often experience two very harsh sides of the same coin. They’re either embraced as a fetish or understandably rejected because we aren’t cis. What aggravates me is that many cis poly folks don’t want to be honest where they are in their journey of understanding their attraction to trans women. It’s as if being honest about it is something people are afraid to do in either direction. They’re afraid of outright saying that they exclude trans women from their dating pool entirely, or they’re afraid of saying they only like a select type of trans person that’s more tolerable based on which genitalia they have. I’ve known way too many “pansexual” men in the poly community who are only attracted to feminine people who have a relationship with womanhood; but will reserve romantic feelings for the ones designated female at birth specifically. Too many people clinging to labels because being honest about how they really feel would get them “cancelled”. Many people within the poly community refuse to be honest about how they feel about trans women one way or the other. They refuse to acknowledge that they are inexperienced with trans women and thus are unsure about whether or not they could date them long term the way they’d date a cis woman or that they have sexual feelings for trans women that don’t lend themselves to long term relationships or anything beyond fulfilling a passing sexual kink. None of these people want to be honest about where they are and the ultimate result is that time is wasted.

    As I said, a lot of people don’t seem to register that there are indeed people who desire trans women the way they want to be desired. When I met Edward in a quiet little dive bar in K town, we were attracted to each other and he didn’t care that I was trans and he didn’t expect me to fulfill a Shemale Fantasy. He was just attracted to me as an individual; not the embodiment of a fantasy he’s had for a very long time. He, along with my other partners actually do very much appreciate that only one of us in the relationship is being penetrated. I’ve had so many debates with fetishists about how unreasonable it is for me to expect men who have an attraction to me to not want these things, but I’ve been able to find four partners that do not at all feel that way. With that in mind, I want people who feel like Millie to understand that we don’t need these vivid statements about your Shemale Fantasies to feel celebrated or embraced. Humanizing us the way you’d humanize a cis person goes a very long way; but why exactly does that need to be said?

    What I found ironic about Millie making this comment from an account called Decolonizing Love is that one of the reasons I have the politics I have is because many years ago, I did a research paper about Two-Spirited people and how they experienced genocide at the hands of Europeans in the Americas. When the white man came to Indigenous lands and saw that there were people who existed beyond their own binary conceptions of gender, they wanted to put an end to them because these people conflicted with one of the main tools of colonization: patriarchy.

    Through religion, capitalists have been able to instill this idea of submission to authority and the Christian conception of this places women beneath men, with men existing just beneath God, who is of course a man. While plenty of people are “naturally” monogamous, within a patriarchal society, monogamy matters because legacy matters. If a man is to spread his seed and bind with a woman, he wants to make sure that those children are his and for most of our existence, monogamy was the only way that could ever be ensured. To Decolonize monogamy, we have to also decolonize our conceptions around gender because these things are tied to one another.

    There’s a reason why, despite several very well documented stories of pregnant transgender men, the idea that HRT will make you infertile is a huge talking point for those who are trying to dissuade trans masc folks from transitioning medically. There’s a reason why Elon Musk spends his days ranting about the white birth rate on Twitter and also happens to absolutely hate transgender people, including his own daughter; whom many of his fanboys see as a stain on his legacy. There’s a reason why Donald Trump, through is dementia is continuing to rally specifically against transgender people. Capitalists understand that gender is one of the main modes of control because patriarchy has been so instilled within us via colonization that people easily fall into line when they feel their gender is questioned. Telling men that they aren’t real men has encouraged generations of men to throw their lives away so that oil companies can have more oil. Telling women they’re not real women has encouraged many of them to allow their bodies to be used as vessels to birth workers who will slave away to make the Musks and Zuckerbergs of the world more richer as pregnancy continues to be the primary reason women experience poverty. Misogyny convinces many men that as long as they aren’t a woman, they’re doing just fine. Defying the gender binary means defying one of the most potent ways in which capitalists pull our strings; and they know that.

    The presences of patriarchy in our culture is why so many people are both repulsed and excited by transgender women. In a patriarchy, if you are a man, it’s in your best interest to remain one and to maintain the small little box you’ve been assigned at birth. You’re shamed for rebelling against what has been repeatedly reinforced as the correct path for you to take. There’s a reason why “you can’t give birth” is such a potent argument against trans women for so many. It’s because that’s the understood role of a woman in this society. To essentialize gender is to embrace the narrative of patriarchy and a tool of the capitalism, which doesn’t care about these things beyond their ability to keep everyone in line.

    If you watch my video essay, you’ll know that a good portion of it is dedicated to Decolonizing Love’s stance against BDSM. They reject it on the basis that it replicates the tools of the oppressor. They describe the minorities who enjoy it as having some great epigenetic need to give or receive violence. It’s a very sophomoric understanding of kink and BDSM and especially the community around it.

    I organize a BDSM much in Los Angeles that is very well-attended by transgender women. Vanillas don’t tend to understand that for a lot of us in the kink community, we are there for reasons other than BDSM. More that just a few of my attendees started as one gender and I now see them in a new gender. I’ve seen many trans femme and trans masc people blossom over the four or so years I’ve been hosting what is, frankly, the most diverse BDSM munch in the city. While there’s certainly a range, Kinksters who are community oriented also tend to be leftists who are invested in creating an alternative space where mutual aid is commonplace and many of the pains of the vanilla world are intentionally subverted with the idea that we can exist and thrive beyond what the vanilla world accepts as the norm.

    Many of our events feed right back into the political work we do. I’ve hosted four paid events where all of the proceeds went to people providing resources for queer and trans people in the city. The same exact resources that actually saved my life as a teen. We were able to raise $11,000 with the help of a local dungeon in Los Angeles. The work I do, and have done both inside and outside of the BDSM community has often been about providing a space for trans people to be themselves and be embraced, not as the fantasy, but as reality. I know that the events I’ve hosted have helped build confidence for trans people who often feel there are limited places for them to be themselves. Vanilla people who fetishize trans folks probably don’t know this, but that’s a fairly common thing within the BDSM community. Many of the leaders of our community are transgender, and that’s not because trans people are more perverse, but because most of us actually do intimately understand the need to create space for things that don’t typically fit into the neat boxes left behind for us after colonization.

    It’s my experience as a both a trans woman and a kinkster that makes me roll my eyes at a lot of what I see Decolonizing Love post. While I am aware that their current belief is they are only receiving criticism from people because they are jealous of them or because they’re part of a government organized initiative to destroy their African, leftist platform, I want to make it clear that once again, I do not have any investment in “cancelling” them. There’s are a lot of good, helpful content that they publish and I’m not someone who likes to see anyone or anything as wholly and entirely bad, but that’s not really a grace they tend to extend to others. Their platform is particularly well-loved by the kind of person who likely wouldn’t have any the experiences that I’ve shared in this post, which is why I’ve decided to share it. I hope it helps someone recognize patterns they may not intend to repeat.

    Each of us is touched by colonization; we can only work to ensure we don’t continue its legacy.

  • Laverne Cox and the Folly of Being a Woman Who Desires “Traditional” Men

    Transgender trailblazer, Laverne Cox, made some very questionable comments about dating a blue-eyed, white, conservative MAGA-voting NYPD officer and… I have thoughts

    This video is, rightfully, causing a lot of anger around various corners of the Internet, with many people asking how exactly a Black transgender woman, and an activist at that, ends up in a relationship with a MAGA conservative who is quite plainly perhaps her most significant and most dangerous foe. However, I think much of the shock around Laverne Cox’s dating history comes from people distinctly separating trans women’s dating patterns from cis women’s. If many of the people having these conversations understood that straight trans women can and often do fall for the same traps as cis straight women, I think this conversation would start making a bit more sense.

    One of the significant things that complicates conversations about transgender dating and even life is that there are a lot of people who do not understand that the visible transgender people are the transgender people who choose to be seen. For most of my life as a trans woman, I’ve understood the danger of visibility. I’ve understood that being known as a trans woman comes with the pressure to be a good representative, and I’ve also understood that being known means that I may have less success in relationships. A lot of men don’t want anyone to know that they’re dating a transgender woman. I’ve known many trans women who had relationships with men that relied on how well they could conceal their gender. Many of my relationships in the early years were like that. For some people, this sounds like a prison, but for others, it may be precisely what they want, or rather, what they feel they can get.

    Contrary to popular belief, not all trans women identify with queer sensibilities and desire relationships where their transness is widely celebrated, known, and focused on. There’s an entire layer of transgender women who choose to simply and quietly live their lives, allowing society to accept them simply as women without any prefixes. Typically, but not always, those women are invested in maintaining very rigid gender roles, and that’s where their compatibility with cis heterosexual conservative men begins.

    I’ve spent most of my life living in conservative, predominantly white communities. For the longest time, I would say that I’d only ever dated conservative men, but this was never something I intentionally sought out. I was raised very religious and sheltered, and for obvious reasons, this has meant that I’ve frequently been the archetype of woman some of these men feel they should pursue. So I’ve found myself in more than just a few scenarios with them. I’d say I didn’t have much experience with left-leaning men until I moved to the city. Most of the conservative men I’ve dated would say that they “weren’t political.” It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize what that means. For a while, I thought it meant they kept their heads down and worked without paying much attention, and thus lacked education on the issues. I hadn’t recognized that many men are aware of the fact that the more liberal women, whom they tend to prefer over conservative women, do not want to date conservative men, so often they will hide or deny their politics, essentially until you’re in love with them.

    Make no mistake, I don’t think anyone who’s marginalized right now should be dating a MAGA voter. I believe that if you love yourself, you will liberate yourself from it as an expression of respect for yourself. I also think it’s telling that she specifically dated a police officer from New York. 40% of law enforcement officers report themselves that they have been involved in domestic violence. I think it is unwise to date a cop, and fawning over a white man in his twenties with blue eyes is cringeworthy. That said, she likely dated him… because he showed up. And as many people seem to be baffled by conservative men who date trans women, I wanted to speak openly about my experiences with them as someone who’d never do it again.

    In conversations about transgender women’s dating prospects, trans women are often encouraged to accept society’s premise about how repulsive their bodies are to people who’d want to be with them. Cissexism is the idea that cis bodies are superior to bodies that are transgender. The idea that a cis woman’s body is more valuable than mine, for example. It’s why we are often pressured to be gracious when we are being rejected because some people may simply prefer “natural” cis bodies. A few weeks ago we were having conversations about TS Madison and her experience dating straight men. Many people were eager to bust into the conversation to tell TS Madison, who dates transgender women despite them being neither transgender nor experienced with dating them. Society seems convinced that the ideal and common partner for a transgender woman would be a bisexual man with liberal politics, but the reality is quite different.

    I have long accepted that society will never quite understand this, but straight men dominate my dating pool. At 34 years old, I believe I can identify who is and isn’t attracted to me and who tends to pursue me and who doesn’t. My experience with bisexual men is often that they see me as “the best of both worlds”. They frequently view my body as a collection of parts that can satisfy them instead of seeing me as an entire human being with my motivations and desires. The last bisexual man I attempted to connect with was very clear about what he wanted. He wanted children, so he wanted to marry a cis woman. Still, he enjoyed trans women’s bodies sexually, so he wanted to continue having sex with them, even as he built a family with a cis woman. I like bisexual men. I’ve found they are often better lovers and are more likely to have examined toxic masculinity. However, they do still frequently choose to pursue cis women when seeking long-term relationships. I know a lot of bisexual men who like trans women, and I’ve never seen them date anyone other than a cis woman long-term. It’s hard to ignore that in the face of how straight men often pursue trans women.

    What a lot of people don’t often understand is that, while it’s true that many, hell, even most heterosexual men reject transgender women, the ones who don’t are often more invested in placing you into a box and treating you how they’d treat a cis woman. Straight men are more likely to see trans women as just women, not the best of a man and a woman. This is a significant, distinctive difference because it means that when trans women date bi men, they’re often dating men who are excited about them being transgender. In contrast, when they date straight men, they’re often dating men who are excited they’re dating a woman. From the vantage point of a heterosexual trans woman, what this means is that aside from all of the societal benefits that come with dating a heterosexual man, she’s also dating a man who shares her view of gender. My consistent experience with bisexual men is that if they know that I am transgender, they tend to place me into a “for sexual use only” category. In contrast, straight men often want to explore the connection beyond that. Through my romantic life, as I’ve raised my standards to only date men who are confident about their interest in me and being seen with me, I’ve found that straight conservative men are, as I’ve said, overrepresented in my dating pool, and I feel like society is shocked by that, but it’s a canon event for most trans women I know who only date men.

    Trans women will often experience men who are interested in them but do not want to date them, respect them, or treat them particularly well. Contrary to popular belief, Black transgender women such as Cox aren’t typically murdered by white, conservative MAGA dudes. They’re usually murdered by Black men who, quite likely, have strong disagreements with white MAGA dudes. Society will have you believe that trans women are so undesirable and repulsive that no man would ever be consensually attracted to them, but if you look into these incidents of violence, you’ll find that more than just a few of them are the result of a man not being able to handle the world knowing that they were with a transgender woman. When we discuss these murders, we are encouraged to, again, accept the premise of how repulsive and unappealing we are. People eagerly imagine that trans women go out of their way to trick and fool men into their bedrooms, not understanding that these men make their way there themselves. But this premise that everyone grants, allows a lot of people to truly not understand just how commonplace it is for conservative men to pursue transgender women.

    The last Republican I dated didn’t come into our relationship wearing a red hat. He came in wearing a suit, a well-manicured one at that. He was kind, he was respectful, he was polite, and he pretty immediately wanted to pursue a relationship with me. We went on really nice dates; I met his friends and some of his family. When I was dealing with a stalker, he decided to come over with the tools he needed to protect me. He was masculine, protective, and kindhearted. I was falling for him, and just around that time, after months and months of us dating, he revealed to me that he was a Republican. This shocked me… nothing he did was very Republican to me. Especially during his first administration, I’d built up this narrative about Trump voters as not just repulsed by me, but activel antagonistic towards me. But he wasn’t. I couldn’t really understand how the idea of a Trump voter in my mind didn’t register with what I had experienced from him. He didn’t treat me like he was repulsed by me or wanted to harm me. Frankly, he treated me much better than the DSA dudes I was attempting to date at the time. When I asked him about his politics, he said that he was “socially liberal, fiscally conservative” and mostly voted for Trump because he was rich. This baffled me because I thought I wouldn’t experience this again after moving to Los Angeles.

    Something that I’ve had a hard time adjusting to in the city is the way that many men treat women. In a conservative community, I often felt not only safe but also wanted, desired, and protected. Because men in the OC subscribed to more traditional gender roles, they were eager to ensure that I always felt comfortable, was safe, and was taken care of. In the communities I’ve lived in, an unaccompanied woman is suspicious. If I was alone for a bit, it wasn’t long until I was being chaperoned by some man who was essentially attempting to take what he imagined to be an opening. Where I’ve lived, young women are supposed to be with men. Of course, this is patriarchy. It’s not a good thing, but it is something I’ve unfortunately become very used to. Living in a conservative community as a more sheltered person, these are norms you don’t exactly question if your referenc point is quite shallow. When you do not have a wider imagination of possibility, it’s hard to imagine a different experience.

    For better or worse, I’m used to men wanting to be gentlemanly and protective, and that’s typically who I find myself attracted to. What I noticed immediately when I got to the city is that I was expected to carry myself in a way that I had sadly internalized as “masculine.” Men expected me to pay the bill; they expected me to find my own way to the date. They expect me to be ok with casual sexual relationships, and that was very odd for me to experience after living so long in communities where it often felt like men were looking for wives. Relationships formed faster outside of the city. People were more eager to bind themselves to a person than they are out here. In the city, I find that men only end up dating women long-term when they offer them social capital. If you’re from a conservative community and you’re used to conservative men, all of these things really stand out to you.

    I understand why so many people are confused by the idea of a trans woman dating a cis man with conservative politics. Traversing gender in a patriarchal society is indeed quite radical. However, what a lot of people miss is that the sensibility in a lot of conservative communities is one where assimilation is celebrated. What straight trans women and cishet conservative men have in common is an adherence to rigid gender roles. Trans women often internalize their treatment as misgendering. They often imagine, quite naively, that men treat them differently than they do cis women because they are transgender. To some degree it’s true that cis men will often treat trans women differently from cis women, but the older I’ve gotten and the closer I’ve become to women (after many years as a pick me who “didn’t have women friends”), the more I realize that these men treat us all the same, they just milk some of us for social capital. Men who mistreat cis women also mistreat trans women. Men who abuse trans women also abuse cis women.

    In my experience with conservative men, it’s all roses and chocolates at first, then it slowly becomes needling about how you don’t deserve roses and you should put the chocolate down so you don’t gain more weight. Conservative men who date trans women like Laverne Cox often view them as the exception. When I was still dating these men, they’d tell me that one of the only reasons they were dating me was because I was “passable” and because I was feminine. Keep in mind, most of you have only known the very liberated version of me. I used to idolize the idea of playing a traditional role in a relationship because that’s what I saw growing up. As I burried my mother and went through her things, it became very clear to me how similar we were, and that my femininity was an extension of hers. My mother idolized being a mother over almost anything else and I think for a while, that’s what I also wanted. Some trappings of traditionalism. Safety within the suburbs bound to a man who provided for me. It’s funny to think of this now because I’m quite different. Many of the men who met me in my youth met a very compliant, agreeable version of me that was desperate for validation. Conservative men will love you as long as you’re compliant. For trans women who assimilate their genders in a very binary way, it’s easy to imagine how they’d align quite well with a straight cishet man who expects gender assimilation from his partner.

    As you get closer to these men, you also realize that their identity is a symptom of them simply being followers. His suits are crisp, but he’s been wearing them since his father told him to do so as a child. These men typically have very underdeveloped politics but a central point of patriarchy and misogyny. They put on a good show, and while they may have worked through some of their ideas about trans women, they’ve thought of very little else. Their politics are about them getting what’s theirs and hoarding power they believe reflects their greatness. They follow the Trumps of the world because they think they’ll make more money under them. They date a very narrow type of woman, and when they date trans women, they are always very narrow in their interest and the standards. Sure, some of these men may explore their sexuality with the accessible crossdressers near them, but if they were ever seriously to date a transgender woman, she’d have to pass. She’d have to be beautiful. She’d have to be desirable to other men. Conservative men reward compliant women who put their needs second to those of a man. They capitalize on pick-me sentiments, and that’s the common trap many transgender women fall into. When you’re used to people either fetishizing you or being hesitant to pursue you, it can be incredibly refreshing to meet a man who is direct and sure about their attraction to you. Many transgender women will ultimately end up in a situation where they view men making an exception for them as desirable, when the alternative is often being limited to just a tool for sexual exploration. It can be a very tempting scenario if you’re still granting society’s premise that you are repulsive, no one wants you, and you should be understanding of people’s exclusion of you from their dating pool.

    As I gained a lot of my voice with age, I found that these men became less interested in me. They tend to see me as arrogant and self-involved because I like myself and no longer shrink myself. Conservative men still pursue me quite a bit, but my politics always turn them off. I had to learn the hard way that I must be aligned with my partner politically.

    When I first moved to LA, I dated a man who was an Elon Musk fanboy. Red flag, but I continued. This was before he did his little Nazi salute, but he was still already being open about how much of a shithead he was, especially about trans folks. This guy was a liberal Jewish dude who opposed Trump but supported Musk’s innovations. He was inspired by them. He’d whiz me around in his Tesla like a teenage boy showing off. I was the first Black trans woman he ever dated long-term. Much of our relationship was predicated on how I was so unlike most of the women he’d date. Red flag, but I continued. When Trump started becoming scary in his first administration, he began to feel like this was all getting a bit too familiar, and he decided to pack up and leave the country to avoid genocide…and of course, he made those plans without me.

    I’d spent years with this man, often debating political topics and trying to get him to understand how much of a shithead Elon Musk was. He didn’t really handle quarantine well, and he dipped as soon as he could. That was a turning point for me. I realized that at this point in my life, and this point in the country, the men who do not have politics that align with me will indeed get me, if not killed, left unprotected. I gave him grace. I gave him patience. I held his hand as he struggled to accept my body, my race, and my size. I had shared my body with this man, who was unwilling to use the power he had to protect it. Frankly, I think he probably made the right choice in getting out when he did, but it was interesting that I wasn’t part of the planning. For as much as I stuck my neck out for him, I’d expect it, but the ultimate conclusion of his politics is that I was not valued enough to protect. That was such a clear statement. He was a liberal Jewish dude who was far from MAGA. Still, his desertion of me made me realize that I needed a man who could punch Nazis, not men who are going to make excuses for them like a liberal or be indifferent to what they’re doing like so many MAGA with dissonance around what’s happening, even as they build internment camps.

    I do think it says something about you if you can very comfortably date a MAGA conservative man. I think people are right to criticize Laverne Cox for her dating history and see it as perhaps a sign of low self-esteem. I think when you love yourself, you’ll want to be with men who are willing to defend your body beyond the bedroom. Sleeping with someone who is voting for someone who wants to take away your rights is not a flex. That said, I choose to meet people in this position with grace because they are doing exactly what our society is pressuring them to do. In a patriarchal society where gender is supposed to be binary and Black women are masculinized, a traditionally masculine white man who votes against your rights but makes an exception for you can feel quite validating when you’re starved. But that source of validation is polluted with patriarchy, which will naturally poison you and result in your dehumanization. That said, I think it’s tough to be attracted to men as a woman and not date at least one man who has bad politics.

    In this discourse, I decided to poll my audience and ask, of the people who date women who are being critical of Laverne Cox right now, how many of them have ever dated a Black trans woman, and would they if they could? The overall answer I got from people with overtly left-leaning politics was no. Many of them said that they would if they could. Plenty of them said that they were in monogamous relationships, so they couldn’t. I asked that question because trans women are frequently placed into a position where they are being criticized at all angles, every step of the way:

    • If we acknowledge ourselves as desirable, we have autogynephilia.
    • If we state that men find us desirable, we’re delusional.
    • When we narrate our experiences with straight men, people insist that we are delusional; those men aren’t straight.
    • Then when we talk about being harmed by straight men, we’re told we should have expected to be mistreated by them—they’re straight, and we should be focusing on bisexual men.
    • If we say that bisexual men sexualize us, we’re biphobic.
    • When they mistreat us and murder us, we tricked them. Men are right to have genitalia preferences.
    • If we acknowledge how we are dehumanized because of cissexism, we are told that we need to accept the reality that no one finds us attractive.

    There is so much projection around the imagined realities of trans women who exclusively love men, and it makes these conversations quite challenging to have. I certainly understand why so many people are repulsed by the idea of fawning over a white man with blue eyes, a man likely working directly with ICE to remove brown people from the streets and put them into camps. It is indeed repugnant, and I’m certainly not going to blame anyone for being turned off by it. However, what I see in this discourse is how many people were simply waiting for the chance to take a shot at Laverne Cox, which feels like an exact symptom of the very thing that places her in a position where she welcomes a man like this with open arms. To my understanding, she was in this relationship for 4 years, and it ended ultimately because of their political differences. Our society shames minorities for sticking up for themselves. It rewards catering to white supremacy, and many women have internalized lowering their values and committing to a man. Being so immensely dehumanized often means that you are isolated. Being isolated usually leaves you starved for positive reinforcement. To me it isn’t hard to understand how these things all conclude with many trans women choosing to be with conservative men who affirm them.

    Because these conservative men rarely lead with their politics, people in Cox’s position often end up weighing the pros and cons. It feels like a big thing that he shows up for you and affirms you, and a small thing that he marks red on his ballots every once in a while. When you have a scarcity mindset around men, you’re more likely to accept the premise that a man’s politics aren’t a big deal, but frankly, they are. A man’s politics are everything. I suffered greatly in the relationships I was in with more conservative men. I spent years of my life not asking myself what I wanted or who I was, but wondering who I needed to be to satisfy whichever man I was with. I changed myself to meet their expectations and made a point of pandering to them, all because they treated me slightly better than the last guy. It’s easy to fall for that when you have very little sense of what could be. I accepted less because I lacked the imagination. People think that because Laverne is older, she’s no longer dealing with these feelings of fear around being alone and being unloved. People often assume that because someone is good at projecting themselves, they are also good at protecting themselves, but it can take a lifetime to truly understand what protecting oneself means.

    The truth is that often we are drawn to things that are objectively bad for us because of how good they make us feel. You can tell from how Cox describes this man that, aside from his politics, he made her feel good… and that’s sad. What I want trans women in their position to understand is that there are indeed men out there who have politics that are deeply invested in your protection and survival, who are also classically masculine and unashamed of their attraction to you. I’ve managed to find four of those men. The quality they all share is a profound amount of empathy for others and a complete disconnection from the very disempowered desire to act macho. They don’t get their masculinity from how small I make myself or how beautiful I am to other people. They’ve defined it for themselves. They don’t need women to be weak to feel strong. They don’t need a racial hierarchy to feel powerful. They measure themselves by their good deeds to others. Their masculinity is in their usefulness to those who need help. Empathy is a central part of who they are. Those men exist, and you will struggle to find them when you waste your time trying to convince a MAGA that you’re worthy. Love yourself enough to see good politics as a basic requirement, and continue to not share your body privately with men who wouldn’t claim it publicly.

  • Understanding Sam Rockwell’s White Lotus Monologue

    In season 3, episode 5 of the very uncomfortable but incredibly entertaining hit series White Lotus, Sam Rockwell’s character, Frank, delivers a very revealing monologue. After discreetly passing a gun he secured for his long-time pal, Rick, he describes how he hit rock bottom after going on a sexual binge in Thailand. Like many “LBHs” (Losers Back Home), Frank came to Thailand to indulge in his fetish for Asian women. He is a white man who dreams of a submissive Asian woman who will be thankful for what he provides. He describes hiring a series of Thai escorts; ladyboy and female alike, and eventually reaching a point where he became sick of playing the role of the dominant white man in the dynamic. Instead, he wanted to explore playing the role of the submissive Asian woman. So he started to crossdress and meet up with men who would do him the way he’d do these Asian women. He enjoyed it. In fact, he became addicted to it. For him this was rock bottom; the impetus of his new-found sobriety. He presents the story as a description of a place he doesn’t want to return. A place he feels liberated from. A place he feels Rick is dragging him back to.

    If you’re not watching White Lotus, perhaps this scene may feel a bit extreme, but trust me when I say it’s one of the least emotionally upsetting storylines in the show. The monologues started a lot of conversation about Autogynephilia; a term that Ray Blanchard defines as:

    a male’s propensity to be sexually aroused by the thought of himself as a female

    Autogynepheilia is a loaded term as it exists largely to invalidate gender-expansive folks who are designated male at birth who are feminine and are also attracted to women. Those who are attracted to men are often referred to as “homosexual autogynephiles” and they are seen as more-likely to be “truly transgender”, as they are attracted to men. In my observation, the term autogynephile is too broad and as it’s predominately used to stigmatize and shame transgender women and argue against their access to gender affirming care. For that reason, I’m not a fan of the term so I haven’t enjoyed people citing it for this particular scene. That said, while I have often disagreed with the use of the term, it is undoubtedly a thing I have observed within a particular type of crossdresser. Sam Rockwell’s monologue happens to be an incredibly accurate portrayal of a kind of crossdresser I’ve very frequently interacted with in private. A type of crossdresser that I would argue is the most common: Heterosexual crossdressers.

    As a transgender woman, when I am approached by a man who crossdresses, more often than not, it’s not immediately obvious to me. As a person who’s only experienced attraction to men, often times these are men who you’d never suspect of crossdressing. Men who are in so many ways, the typical, red-blooded American man. Most crossdressers I’ve known not only identify as heterosexual men, but have a very black/white relationship with gender that I would argue fuels their fetish. In this article, I wanted to share some of my observations, as I think Sam Rockwell’s monologue really beautifully lays out all of the same patterns I’ve observed in these men.

    Before diving into my analysis, I think it’s very important to establish that not all crossdressers crossdress for the same reason. We only have terms like “crossdresser” because it’s still considered quite taboo in our society for a man to wear “women’s clothing”. For some men, that taboo is at the center of why they choose to wear women’s clothing. However, men can be drawn to women’s clothing for a variety of reasons.

    Some men feel as though women simply have a wider and vastly more appealing range of options when it comes to clothing. For them, it may not be explicitly sexual, but a reflection of the way that they personally would like to express themselves. Those men may identify with a wide range of sexualities and gender identities; yes, even some of them may identify as straight and never experience attraction to men. Then there are men who develop of a fetish for specific fabrics not often found in menswear. Latex, lace, fishnet and PVC are a short list of examples. Some may develop a fetish for the feeling of specific fabrics against their skin in a way that is completely independent of external sexual pleasure from others regardless of gender. For these men, it may titillate them to discreetly wear articles of clothing, but it may also simply provide them a type of comfort not found in the options made available to men. There are gay men who crossdress simply because they think they look cuter in a women’s onesie than a jock strap. And there are even men who crossdress purely to satisfy their partners, regardless of their gender. I also think it’s important to establish that degradation is an incredibly common kink. Most of us grow up being chided for stepping out of line and some of us eroticize this and develop a fetish for degradation. In my opinion, degradation is a pretty neutral kink that can be very risky to openly play with. It can be easy to find someone whose degradation of you isn’t play, but a serious reflection of how they feel about you. And that’s where this particular type of crossdresser often crosses the line. For them, misogyny is central to their fetish and they enjoy being degraded almost explicitly because of how they see women.

    I figured it would be a good idea to break down the monologue bit by bit by bit because I think it very perfectly sets up the pathology of what I’d argue is the average male crossdresser. I will break the monologue up with my own commentary.

    “Well, you know, I’m, I moved here because, uh, I moved here because, you know, well I had to leave the states, but I picked Thailand because, uh, because I always had a thing for Asian girls, you know? And when I got here, I was like a kid in the candy store if you got money, no attachments, nothing to do. I started partying.”

    Heterosexual Crossdressers are, from my observation, the most common type of crossdresser. These are typically men who have developed a very particular relationship with masculinity. They fully bought into the patriarchy and believe that men and women should play these particular, immovable roles within relationships. Many white men who go to Thailand to seek out relationships with Asian women that fall into a particularly patriarchal dynamic. One where they are always in control and always the one who leads. While it’s possible for Farang to fall in love with a Thai woman without this expectation, it is so common that it’s a huge point of parody within The White Lotus. Thailand is one of the top destinations for sex tourism in the world and men come from far away to finally have the experience they’ve always wanted to have with a woman. It’s important to understand that for these particular men, they have a preconceived plan for the type of experience they want. It’s important to establish that he “likes Asian women”, meaning he has a preconceived notion of what a relationship with an asian woman would look like. Quite often men with racial fetishes attribute certain characteristics to race. In a western lens, despite Asia’s diversity and a trend of Matriarchal family structures popular in South East Asia, Asian women are “submissive” and patriarchal. When in reality, these men enjoy taking advantage of poverty and conflate their colonizer-like behavior with their ability to successfully provide. For the sex tourist eager to meet women on his trip, they will enjoy the idea of being able to control their experience and will often fantasize about it. This is an important part to keep in mind because much of this fetish is about fantasy fulfillment.

    “ Yeah. It got wild. Mm-hmm. I was picking up girls every night. Yeah. Always different ones. Petite ones, chubby ones, older ones, sometimes multiple ladies a night. I, I was outta control. I became insatiable. Yeah. And uh, you know, after about a thousand nights like that, you start to lose it. I started wondering, where am I going with this?

    Why do I feel this need to fuck all these women? What is desire? The form of this cute Asian girl. Why does it have such a grip on me? ’cause she’s the opposite of me. Is she gonna complete me in some way? I realized like if a million women, I’d still never be satisfied. Maybe, maybe when I really want is to be one of these Asian girls”

    Heterosexual Crossdressers are typically very fixated on the roles they’re expected to play within the context of relationships. Most of them will present themselves in a way that would make the truth of their crossdressing shocking to most people who know them personally. These are not often men who seem feminine at all, or even “metrosexual”. Perhaps the closer you get to them, the more you’ll recognize how curated their masculinity is; but to the passer-by, these men will appear to be the quintessential masculine, heterosexual man. When I was living in Valencia while going to Cal Arts, I knew a handful of men like this. One man, I briefly discuss at the start of my video about Josh Seiter.

    While I was at Cal Arts, I met this guy online. He was your quintessential masculine, heterosexual suburban dude. He had a nice beard, a masculine body that he cultivated, a lifted truck, a wardrobe full of Affliction T-shirts and cargo pants. He was staunch about his attraction to only the most feminine and “passable” transsexual women.

    One day he, like many locals from the Valencia community, decided to crash a Thursday night gallery party and when I walked up to him and said hello, the color left his face. He freaked out, turned heel and ran away from me. He physically removed himself because he was ashamed of anyone knowing that we had any connection with each other. I was earlier in the days of my medical transition and it was very hurtful at the time. I took it very personally until I found a separate profile of his. I knew it was him from his unmistakable facial features. This persona was the complete opposite of the man I’d known. She was an indiscriminate slut who enjoyed being used. She wrote extensively about her experiences servicing multiple men and how was was good at it; built for it, even. And for whatever reason, she was a huge fan of the British Broadcasting Company. Don’t know what that’s about, but apparently watching their programming turned her into a “sissy”.

    While I’m sure she, well I guess he, could have had a tender relationship with a man, it didn’t seem like that’s what got him off. Everything was degrading, abusive and painful. It was shocking to me, but also made me recognize that perhaps what I’d experienced from him was a crack in his matrix. I had been a person that was compartmentalized in the black and white world he’d established for himself. These personas were meant to stay separate.

    “ Really,

    you know? Uh, not really. No. Really, really. So one night I took home, some girl turned out to be a lady boy, which I hadn’t done before, but this time instead of fucking a lady boy, the lady boy fucked me.”

    Not all heterosexual crossdressers have relationships with transgender women, but many of them do. Quite often, they will see transgender women as more open-minded and more likely to accept them as crossdressers. As I’ve always been attracted to masculine men, I often end up rejecting these crossdressers who often get to know me a bit in their male persona before revealing their female persona, which is almost always hyper-sexualized.

    One thing that stands out to me about these heterosexual crossdressers is that, quite often, they become very abusive when you reject them if you’re a transgender woman. I find that many heterosexual crossdressers see transgender women as being able to shift between roles more freely, even if those transgender women don’t actually have that fluidity. Quite often they have the expectation of bottoming for a transgender woman, which means to be the receptive partner in the dynamic.

    “ And it was kind of magical. And I got in my head. What I really wanted was to be one of these Asian girls getting fucked by me and to feel that,

    uh, so I put out an ad looking for a white guy my age, come over and fuck me. I found a guy looked a lot like me. Then I put on some lingerie and perfume made myself look like one of these girls, and I thought I looked pretty hot”

    If I were to guess, he certainly didn’t look like one of those girls, but he genuinely believed he did. He likely wouldn’t have chosen a transgender woman who hadn’t reached a certain level of femininity and passability, but in his mind, he’s pulling it off flawlessly after just one night of crossdressing.

    These men quite often have a very curated idea of what a woman should look like and how she should present herself. As they put themselves together, they’ll often imagine that in all actuality, they’re able to emulate a degree of femininity that even most women can’t. Don’t get me wrong, there are some drop dead gorgeous crossdressers who are absolute knockouts regardless of their relationship with gender, but these men often have these ideas about gender expression that relate very specifically to their idealized preference in women. Quite often these men believe that modern women have lost touch with femininity to some degree. Many of the heterosexual crossdressers I’ve known idealize a particular type of 1980s high femme, sex doll femininity that today, many women would find tacky or outdated. They often pursue sex workers because they get to experience a more curated version of hyper femininity; one they can often customize themselves.

    “ and then this guy came over and railed the shit outta me. And then I got addicted to that. Some nights three, four guys would come over and rail the shit outta me. Some I even had to pay. And at the same time, I’d hire an Asian girl to just sit there and watch the whole thing. I’d look in her eyes while some guy was fucking me and I’d think I am her and I’m fucking me.

    Heterosexual Crossdressers will very often, but not always, engage in risky sexual activity with men; often on the down low. Quite a few heterosexual crossdressers I’ve interacted with are married or have girlfriends. They often keep what they are doing from their partners and I’d honestly say that’s part of what turns them on.

    These men do not typically want partners who embrace their crossdressing and their sexual activity with men, but some will eventually mature to a point where they can accept these desires as part of them, have open communication with their partner and perhaps explore sex with a third man together as a unit. This approach is typically healthier, but for many crossdressers the secret is part of what excites them.

    As I said, these are typically men who appear to be your typical hypermasculine dudes more often than not. This means they’re pretty invested in maintaining that image, and for many of them, living this sort of double life is exciting. These men often enjoy stealing their partners clothing and wearing it during their excursions with men. It would excite them less if their partners were aware of it. These men are often terrified of being found out, but that’s also part of why it excites them so much to do it and get away with it. I’ve known many crossdressers with unaware partners.

    Very often, these men are crossdressing because they feel as if doing so is degrading. As I said, with consent, there’s really nothing wrong with degradation as a kink, but I’ve found that for many heterosexual crossdressers their desire for humiliation and degradation is tied directly to how they view women.

    As I said, heterosexual crossdressers often have a very black-and-white way of viewing a man and a woman’s role in a relationship. To them, a man’s role is to dominate, and a woman’s role is to be dominated and degraded. For that reason, they often see feminine gender expression or articles of “women’s” clothing as indications of sexual submission. A typical women’s tank top will become sissy gear, only to be worn while degraded. If these men do enjoy being dominated by women, they will always want to be in control of exactly how it happens. For many of these men, women are meant to simply play a role and they often chastise them for not being able to if they can’t.

    “ Hey, we all our Achilles, he man, you know, where does it come from? Why are some of us attracted to the opposite form? Man, some of us the same. Sex is a poetic act. It’s a metaphor. Metaphor for what are we are forms. Am I a middle aged white guy on the inside too, or inside? Could I be an Asian girl?”

    It’s very easy to believe that heterosexual crossdressers may be repressed transgender women, and sometimes that may be true. For some transgender women who begin their lives with a season of engaging in patriarchal programming, it may be challenging for them to see themselves beyond a cis-hetero lens. Many transgender women never recognize themselves as transgender until they meet a transgender woman and recognize that it’s possible for them to live differently. So some transgender women may initially think that they share commonality with crossdressers. However, with time they feel affirmed by their feminine expression and may eventually recognize that some of their attraction to women is actually envy, or vise versa. To my understanding, this is a very common emotion many queer folks experience. Do I want to date her or do I want to be her?

    However, most of these men will not only remain men but will enjoy the ability to maintain more than one persona. I met most of these men when I lived in Orange County, a place where people are a bit more invested in image and gender norms. Most of these men had a hypermasculine life that they cultivated, enjoyed, and preferred. While they may indeed have cultivated a crossdressed persona, it’s a closely kept secret of theirs, one that never leaves the bedroom. One they don’t fully identify with.

    My impression is many heterosexual male crossdressers have expendable income, but that may just be my environment. Some of them will invest a lot of money into tucking gaffs, breast forms, lingerie, and even silicone body suits that give them the shape of a curvaceous woman. They’re truly willing to invest in gear that gives them the sexual experience they desire. Crossdressing gear is a huge industry and there are many niche online market places that cater to men who have this fetish. Some of these websites also service the transgender community who may see many of these things as gender affirming.

     ”Right? I don’t know.

    I guess I was trying to fuck my way to the answer.

    Then I realized I gotta, I gotta stop the drugs, the girls, the, you know, trying to be a girl. I got into Buddhism, which is all about, you know, spirit purses form detaching from self, getting off the never ending. Carousel of lost and suffering. Being sober isn’t so hard

    being s it though. That’s, I still miss that buzzy man.

    Yeah.”

    It isn’t terribly uncommon for Heterosexual Crossdressers to engage in their risky activity with men while on hard drugs. Meth is a very popular substance often exchanged for sex on apps like Grindr. For some men hard drugs allow them to slip into a headspace where they can give themselves permission to do these things. Some may even start to believe that the drugs are actually the thing that causes them to have these desires. This behavior is often compulsive. Even if they do eventually stop engaging with it, it may just be for a season. It’s not uncommon for these men to be deeply religious or from families that are.

    Frank sharing this with Rick was incredibly intimate, and I think that the audience should sense, from this interaction, just how down Frank is for him. In a way, he shared what is likely the most embarrassing thing about himself with Rick. Their relationship is incredibly close. They are brothers.

    Heterosexual Crossdressers are quite often men with conservative leanings. Sure, some of them are on the left, but I have definitely found that these things go hand in hand with conservative politics that leave very little room for a wider expression of gender. In many ways, this is almost a fetish that people develop because of how committed they are to the gender binary.

    Misogyny is at the core of many men who have this fetish and I find that men who’ve examined their relationship with masculinity quite often outgrow this fetish if they have it. Frankly, much of it is informed by a maladaptive relationship with women. Much of it stems from their imagined relationships with women or resentment for their previous relationships not fitting into a particular, patriarchal mold. These men may often believe that their previous relationships didn’t work out because their partners weren’t “feminine” enough. They may believe they’ve struggled to find positive and productive relationships with women because modern women have become too “masculine”. I want to be clear that Heterosexual Crossdressers can feel a wide range of emotions and many may not feel exactly as I’ve described here, but they quite often fall into the patterns I’ve described in this post that are so beautifully outlined by this monologue.

    I think that White Lotus is one of those shows that is quite well-written. It sheds light on certain aspects of humanity that aren’t frequently seen through such an honest and uncomfortable lens. It’s genuinely one of the most intriguing shows I’ve seen in a while, and I think that if you’re not watching this season, if you’ve got the stomach for it, it’s worth watching!

  • The “Best of Both Worlds” and Being Disinvited from A Swinger Party

    This is going to be one of those self-reflective, oversharing kinda posts. Like usual, I try to take my conflicts and experiences and learn from them and I’ve enjoyed sharing some of my observations and lessons with my readers so… here we go!

    While the country was getting gang-banged by a bunch of men, I decided to follow suit and go to an adult party during the inauguration. I was having a conversation with a friend of mine; a handsome, friendly, and quite naughty bisexual man whom I’ve known for a few years now. He’s always going to the sexiest, weirdest parties, and I’ve been in the mood to get back into the swing of… well, swing.

    I was first introduced to the swing scene when I was barely legal and let’s just say, that made me kinda popular. My experience wasn’t a good one, but it did set some of the foundation for the kinda social-sexual way I often socialize. Since moving to LA, I’ve dipped my toes into the scene again and I found that many of the events I’ve gone to haven’t really been my thing. Firstly, most of the events I’ve been to would be categorized as “bi friendly”, but what they really mean is the women can be bisexual, the men have to be heterosexual. This puts me in an odd position as a heterosexual trans woman who tends to come by myself. In a way, though, it prevents me from interacting and keeps me mostly social. I’d say I’ve predominately socialized within the “heterosexual” swing scene because even though I’m trans and they let me come into these events (largely because of my appearance), if the men are bisexual, it’s not something that’s announced. And I have had this untested theory that I’d get along much better with bisexual men.

    Since dating Edward, I’ve become kinda domestic. As I sit here typing this, in the back of my mind, I’m trying to make sure that I have everything I need to make dinner tonight. I’ve been perfecting my roasted potato recipe. Apparently the trick is baking soda! I guess we’ll see that later. I have a lot to do around his apartment and I plan to have it all done by the time he gets home from work, dinner too. I enjoy this life, but it’s mostly self-imposed. Perhaps because of some of my experiences, I have a tendency to withdraw into myself and my relationships. For the past 4 and a half years we’ve been dating, I’ve become fairly content with my more domestic life with him. However, my partners are all pretty understanding of my desires. At previous phases of my life, I think it would offend me that they’re so comfortable with me being with other men. I think I’d feel as if they valued me less or maybe even judged me for it. But since I’ve been on my journey of honesty and exploration, I’ve been pretty open about my desires and have attracted men who are happy to see me enjoy myself, whether its with them or not. I feel very fortunate for that in many ways.

    I’ve closed myself off a lot, but the strife in this country has me on a bit of a hedonistic streak. When my friend told me about this party in Palm Springs that was predominately populated with bisexual men, I wanted to find a complicated excuse for not going, but I bit the bullet and decided that I’d much rather be in a room full of hot bisexual men than sitting at home, stressed about Tiktok being banned and watching our country get handed over to crazed oligarchs.

    When we arrived in Palm Springs, I was immediately taken by how kitsch it was. You can tell that a lot of gay men live here; they may be the only thing keeping this place cute. We dashed by the antique shops, boutiques and classy restaurants to check into a Motel 6. We’d both booked separate rooms and decided to save some money on this trip. We figured that we’d spend most of our time at the resort anyways.

    This was a multi-day event that happened in the Winter and the Summer. In the Summer, Palm Springs is so hot that it’s perfect for an all-day, naked party by the pool, but in the winter, it’s cold in the desert. I was told to bring robes and like usual, I didn’t bother checking the weather before my trip so I packed my silk robes that did nothing to keep me warm. Fortunately, my friend had a nice faux fur jacket that looked like a mink coat. That became my outfit for the entire event.

    The resort had … we’ll say, a down-home charm about it. It wasn’t the classiest joint I’ve been to, but I kinda liked that. The rooms were very DIY and my favorite part of the campus was its large and winding sex maze complete with beautiful jungle illustrations that made you feel like you were truly in the forest. I was kinda disappointed that it wasn’t a true maze, as I’ve just figured out the trick to getting through one, but it was still quite charming. After touring the resort, I made a note that at some point, I wanted to at least see something naughty in there. I heard they’re tearing it down so I wanted to get a video of it because it was truly magical to me.

    Like I said, historically, I don’t play at these parties. Frankly, I’m kinda demisexual so it’s been quite a while since I’ve had sex with a relative stranger. I have 4 boyfriends so it’s not like I’ve been particularly hungry, but what made this event unique is the large population of bisexual men, who aren’t typically in attendance at the events I’ve gone to. This was a multi-day event and I had the opportunity to make a few friends… and even an enemy.

    Leading up to the event, I’d joined a telegram group for the event in order to connect with people before getting there. I made a few friends and got a few offers from men, but I wasn’t exactly sure if i was going to actually take them up. One guy contacted me and told me that he likes trans women, but only trans women who top or are willing to use their genitalia. Tragically, that’s a journey I can’t quite take so I had to say no. He was handsome, but I know we’d clash. After many years of feeling like I didn’t have a voice in the bedroom, I have taken to plainly naming and claiming what I like and do not like. I’ve found that some men really appreciate that, a lot of men don’t know how to deal with it. Either way, it prevents me from doing things I don’t want to do and having experiences that I regret. My “issue” with bisexual men has often been that they fetishize me. That they have a tendency to see me as my parts and not as a whole. It’s bothersome to me that many bisexual men predominately think of trans women in a purely sexual context. The handsome man I spoke to could fuck a trans woman, but never date one. He wants children and for that reason, can only settle for sexual relationships with trans women. I get that, I support that, but it still bothers me that many bisexual men desire trans women, but only in a way that services their fantasies. I’ve found that heterosexual men tend to align with me much more as the roles in our relationship tend to be more straight forward. Straight men expect me to be a woman, I find bisexual men expect for me to be openminded and accepting of all of the things your average cis woman who is also heterosexual would reject. My experience with bisexual men is that when they know I’m trans, they expect me to be accepting of them and are very offended when that turns out not to be the case.

    I make friends pretty easily, especially at a swinger event. People have often told me I have an “aura” about me, and I guess the mink coat helped. I was trying my very best not to hyper-fixate on the state of this country while at this party, so I guess I may have been in rare form. After getting the tour, I dipped into the jacuzzi and started having conversations with the few people who had also managed to get there fairly early. Much of the attendees of this event attend a much larger bisexual swing event that happens in Jamaica. From what I figured, the community was pretty close knit. It’s clear from most of the people I spoke to that because bisexual men are discouraged at most swing events, they all tend to really go to the few that center bisexual men. This was an inverse of the typical swinger event. Here, the men are definitely bisexual, but the women may or may not be. I wasn’t expecting to feel this way, but it was actually quite unique to be in a space where men openly expressed affection for other men. I don’t tend to socialize much within gay spaces, or spaces where men openly show affection for other men and this was a pretty unique experience for me. I pretty immediately understood that these men were a distinctly different crop of men than the ones I typically see at most swingers event.

    At your average “heterosexual” swing event, the men are all over the place. It’s a lot of overly eager men and kinda sorta into it women. There’s a fixation on finding the right woman to join them, and it often feels a bit like someone here isn’t exactly on board with it. I think that’s a big reason I just observe instead of interact. You can sense the toxicity in the room unless it’s a smaller, more controlled event. Im kinda sensitive to that energy so I tend to be on guard, but you could feel the mutual love, celebration and respect in this room. So suddenly, I found myself being much more open.

    After sitting in the jacuzzi for a bit, I decided to mix things up and go refresh my drink and maybe grab a few toys from my bag in the lobby, which also doubled as a bar and locker room. When I walk in, I see this adorable couple having a loud conversation about how well endowed the husband of the couple is. They were relatively new to all of this and you could kinda read that on them. They had a very friendly aura and I’d been feeling a bit bold so I said “prove it!”. And soon the room joined in to encourage this man to demonstrate just how well endowed he was. The wife shared that their goal for the weekend was to find someone who could fully deep throat him. He took his pants down and I was pleasantly surprised that they were being honest. He was obviously quite attracted to me, but the competition was supposed to be for the other men at the party. No worries; I made a note and set my goal for the weekend and just as that thought was forming, I saw a familiar face.

    One of the men I was chatting with on telegram was an Only Fans model who occasionally crossdressed. I had communicated to him that he was cute, but I wasn’t into the whole crossdressing thing and he took a bit of offense to that and told me not to put him in a box. Unfortunately, this is a conversation I’ve had many times over with crossdressers. There’s always this expectation that I will be accepting of or attracted to them because I am a trans woman. I hate being as monosexual as I am, but I do tend to sort people into boxes. There’s the daddy box and this sister box. Crossdressers are pretty solidly placed in the sister box and it’s pretty easy for me to lose attraction to even a very attractive man if I know he crossdresses. I feel really silly for that in a way, but at the same time, it’s honestly how I feel. I suppose since I’ve had to engage with this many times, I wanted to be straight forward, but he didnt really take it well.

    I had only seen him in passing at this event and as I was continuing my conversation about being a bit of a size queen, the only fans model walked up to me and made a comment about appreciating me because I am the “best of both worlds”….

    I had a bit of a negative reaction to that in a few different ways; predominately because it was something I genuinely didn’t want to hear. Bisexual men tend to say this to me when they are fetishizing me and it typically is supposed to essentially mean that I’m a beautiful woman with a functional penis. The first part of that may be true, but the latter part isn’t. As he said this to me, he outed me to this couple and the husband responded with “oh wow I didn’t know that!”, which was pretty uncomfortable. I couldn’t really hide that this was offensive to me and honestly, all of these things coming to had at the same time made me extremely uncomfortable. I started politely explaining to him that I wasn’t the best of both worlds, but my own world and then he started to become upset with me being upset and started to bark “educate me! educate me!”. This was really annoying; I’m at a swingers event, I don’t want to educate people and also you just misgendered me. Could I understand that he meant it as a compliment? Sure. Did I really take it that way? Not really. So I barked back at him and told him that I can give him my website or perhaps he can join my Patreon or something. He of course responded back with “you can subscribe to my OnlyFans”; i guess suggesting that this would be the only way we’d be intimate. I hadn’t had the desire to be.

    This interaction really threw me off. It was the exact conversation I didn’t want to have, so I had to excuse myself and go find my friend. I vented to him for a while, and he was pretty supportive. I tried to take my mind off of it and move around the event a bit, but I couldn’t. Keep in mind, this was my first bi-man-centric event and the first day. I started to wonder if i’d made the right decision. Maybe all of these men will just fetishize me. Maybe they’ll all just treat me the way he treated me. I’m not entirely sure. I kinda wanted to go home, but I didn’t want to ruin my trip so I stayed.

    Eventually, I ran into a guy my friend had known from previous events. He told him all about our interaction, and he happened to be very understanding, very patient, and very well-endowed. As I leaned on his shoulder, eventually I felt so supported that my back hit his bed and I may have tripped and fallen on his dick. He, along with a few of his friends were so thoughtful and I left his room feeling much better.

    Getting ready for the next day, I thought that maybe it would be helpful for me to explain my reaction to the Only Fans model. So I sent him a very long explanation on Telegram about it and explained to him how, like him, I do not like to be put into a box. The box of “best of both worlds” is misgendering to me, but then also tends to argue that I’m into sexual things I can’t quite do. It’s alienating, makes me feel fetishized and isn’t nice to hear. I can recognize it as a compliment, but like a man yelling “nice tits” on the street, I don’t need to receive it that way. I then made a point of now hyper focusing on telegram and went to enjoy most of the rest of the event. I saw that he had sent a response back, kinda skimmed it and figured that we had settled things.

    Ultimately, I had a pretty great weekend. I ended up winning that deep throat contest and I ended my time at the resort with a few friends in the maze. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to have so much fun with so many people. It’d been a while since I had been that open, and I made a lot of friends I know I will know for many years to come. This included a couple who lived closer to LA who invited me to one of their parties. One I was told would be a big one and I was very excited to attend. However, ultimately I was disinvited because that Only Fans model would also be in attendance. He had reached out to me a few days before the event and asked if I had read his message. I responded honestly and bluntly with “I did not”; which in retrospect, I’m sure came off as more negative than I intended. Apparently the owners didn’t want “drama” and as I frantically tried to ask what this was all about and later figured it out, I stepped on a few toes and put my foot in my mouth a few times and gave the owners a bad impression. In their eyes, I am now the easily offended tranny who’s obsessed with being misgendered; a very far reality from who I am, but they don’t know me.

    It was hard for me not to feel like I was being disinvited from this event because I am a trans woman who decided to stand up for myself. I’ve been told by many people that its wrong for me to dismiss this, along with being disinvited as an instance of transphobia, but it’s been very hard for me to sit with. Would I have been called “the best of both worlds” if I wasn’t a trans woman? Probably not. After speaking to many people it seems like most people think I should have just accepted the “compliment” and moved on. The owners of the event told me that I “chose” to be offended by the misgendering and that honestly still sits in my mind as perhaps something that was fairly transphobic to say. To me, it just left me feeling like I couldn’t stand up for myself in these spaces and it shifted much of my emotions back to a place where perhaps I should opt out of these events, as I historically have.

    Entering this more conservative era, I’ve focused a lot on finding accepting and open micro communities. I feel like we aren’t going to be able to gather as publicly as we historically have an honestly, I’m trying to appreciate these spaces more and more. Like I said, I have no reason not to pursue these things. I have my relationships, I have my love and I don’t really need to deny myself of these things. When I shared my experiences with my partners, they were all pretty happy I had a good time. They’re just happy to hear that I enjoy myself. However, I was stuck with the realization after all of this that if I am to be in these spaces, I may need to turn my brain off. None of this would have happened if I didn’t tell him I wasn’t into crossdressers and responded politely to his offensive compliment.

    On one hand, I can see how my reaction and lack-there-of may have cultivated an antagonistic image in the mind of these people who’ve just met me, but at the same time when you exist in a body like mine, you end up dealing with a lot of people’s projections. My observation of the space was I was one of the only black people there and the black people that were there often operated in a service context within some of the dynamics at the event. There were a lot of single black men who fulfilled a particular fantasy for white couples and I was one of a few black women in attendance and, to my knowledge, the only trans woman. Of course I’m going to get fetishism and of course people may say certain unkind things to me. I am used to that, I’m not used to standing up for myself and I hate that the one time I did, it led to me being disinvited and seen as “drama”; purely for saying something I don’t typically need to say: that I’m a woman.

    I’m a pretty self-critical person so it’s hard for me to not think about this as a moment where I failed in some way. I could have perhaps been more tactful, more patient, and more understanding. Yet, I know that I’m thinking of these things in a way the other parties absolutely aren’t. As I vented to Edward about all of this, he told me to not really worry about these people I’ve just met having the wrong impression of me. I guess he’s right. I think sometimes I take these things too hard and I’m working on caring less and less about stuff like this.

    At the end of the day, these experiences come with the territory and perhaps there is a part of me that really needs to get over it. Even if I never have the chance to do so again, I’m glad I went to this event and made some friends and let my freak flag fly. I still would prefer being misgendered by an onlyfans model over processing the inauguration!

  • The Problem With Madeline Pendleton

    For the past week, I’ve been getting dogpiled by the audience of a content creator whose election discourse I quite lightly criticized. However, at the end of it all, this TikTok creator and owner of a brand called Shop Tunnel Vision would dismiss me as the “ultimate ID Politic Villain” and argue to her audience that I was simply a Democrat sent by the CIA in favor of the DNC. That’s right, Kat Blaque, the Democrat; a laughable concept to most who are familiar with my content. While this discourse annoyed me, like previous discourses, I’ve learned a lot and have many observations. I felt it would be productive to spell some of those out, so here we go.

    Donald Trump is our president, and he ran on the platform of explicitly targeting the transgender community and our access to gender affirming care. In addition to that, he’s built alliances with white nationalist groups who have cells in every state, in every major city. Just today I saw a video of a masc lesbian in Tucson, Arizona (where my parents used to live) being escorted out of the bathroom because they thought she was transgender. The same day, I saw that Arizona Republicans advanced a bill that would allow for execution by fire squads and gas chambers. As we speak, immigrants are being loaded into camps and even those with legal citizenship are experiencing the tangible reality that they may indeed be deported. As our de-facto president, Elon Musk, goes onto stage and does a “roman salute” after thanking trump voters for “saving civilization”, it’s very clear to me that we are headed for a genocide. One that many will turn a blind eye to, and even overtly support. As I’ve written about a few times on here, I have been preparing for this for quite some time. I spend my days wondering if anything I’ve done will last beyond me. I’ve never particularly cared about my legacy until it seemed quite tangible to me that I may not die of old age. As people in his cabinet state that they would like to “eradicate trans people from public life”, it’s not conspiratorial for me to see the writing on the wall. For that reason, I felt a certain way during the election cycle when I observed people who aren’t going to be as targeted as I express indifference to the threat of a Trump presidency and dismiss the only tangible path we had to defeating Donald Trump; Kamala Harris.

    Contrary to many people’s racist assumptions, I am not a Democrat. I’d actually say that most of my family doesn’t identify as Democrat. Sure, many of us vote for Democratic candidates, but that’s largely because we have a good perception of the overt ways that the right have been, for decades, attempting to remove the impact of The Civil Rights Act. It’s been long established that if the Republicans weren’t so racist, many black people would vote Republican because of our trend of social conservatism. I’ve lived and socialized in predominately white conservative communities since I was very young. I’d say for the past 8 or so years that I’ve been in the city, I’ve never known more left leaning people. When I first moved here, I started dating a few dudes who were in the DSA. After a lifetime of dating conservative and conservative-adjacent men, I wanted to date someone who’d actually care about me. But perhaps because these men were white, something stood out to me.

    One guy I tried to date took me to a protest where a black mother was speaking out about her child being gunned down by the police while they were unarmed. During her impassioned, tear filled speech, the guy I was dating and his DSA buddies scribbled sayings in chalk, I’d say less than 100 feet from the mother as she gave her speech. I can’t remember the poppy leftist phrases they scribbled, but I know that if I were speaking passionately about racialized violence and the loss of my child’s life, it would be easy for me to see what they’re doing as a lack of empathy. It would be easy for me to recognize that they weren’t particularly invested in my son. The dude I was dating grew up with money and had deep resentment for some of the people he grew up around. For him, leftism was rebellion. For me, it’s a path out of a caste system that requires I exist at the very bottom. There’s a reason they felt they could fuck around specifically at that moment.

    Madeline Pendleton is someone I followed many years ago as a person who admired her brand and its principles. Honestly, I wish I had limited my following of her to Instagram or a platform other than TikTok. I say that because while I appreciated much of the socialist content she posted, I’d also become perceptive of the fact that Madeline has a bit of a pattern of getting into it with black women; and that was on full display during Kamala Harris’ last minute presidential run.

    As someone who had already been comprehending their own genocide, there was a part of me that understood the excitement people had for Harris. In many ways, she represents a perfect foil to Donald Trump. Harris has worked in every branch of the government; she’s clearly very intelligent and has a record of being a champion for the LGBT community. She’s the product of an interracial relationship and in many ways embodies the modern woman that Trump and his ilk are trying to stifle…. but at the end o f the day, she’s a Democrat. Like most politicians operating in this two party system, she is going to speak out of both sides of her mouth. When Kamala lost, some Democrats blamed trans rights, that Harris wasn’t particularly aggressive about protecting; even saying that she will “follow the law” of the state. The Democrats have run on the platform of not being Donald Trump for far too long. While I think Harris’ campaign was impressive in that it managed to gain so much support so soon, I also think that the Democrats, while marginally better than the Republicans, would still be my foe at the end of the day. I have no love for them and I’ve often said that if you ever see me advocating for a presidential candidate… that’s not me. That’s a Cylon.

    I say all of that to say that while I am no fan of Kamala Harris, I see the tangible reasons why vulnerable people would want to vote for her. For that reason, I did not publish content during the election that would otherwise discourage people from voting for Kamala Harris. That’s actually why I almost never post election content; I’m weary of the ways my platform can impact other people and have never believed in telling people how to vote. Your vote is yours and I suppose I come from an area where it’s quite odd to speak about who you voted for (but again, I was raised in a conservative area and I’m sure that had something to do with it).

    During the election cycle, I saw a lot of content from Madeline Pendleton targeting the Democrats and their voters. Madeline, like many, took issue with Kamala Harris’ stance on Israel. While Trump planned to “finish the job” and establish a resort town on the bodies of dead Gazans, Kamala called for a ceasefire and ultimately, a two-state solution. Neither of these outcomes are desirable, but they are materially different. Many people on social media have just discovered that for 70+ years, there has been an ongoing genocide in Palestine. In truth, the “conflict” is much older, but today, Israel is supposed to represent a bastion of European civilization to be contrasted against the barbarism of the Middle East. And it’s for that reason that many simply want to do away with the Palestinians.

    My partner of 4.5 years (Edward) is Palestinian. His father used to play soccer for Palestine and he was apparently pretty good at it. So good that he was shot by an IDF soldier, as a show of power. According to Edward, his father soon made plans to leave the country during a time when he still could do so. When asked I asked Edward who his father voted for, he said “Kamala,” and both of us followed suit because he recognized, as I have, that the genocide will happen either way and will not be undone overnight. It’s an uncomfortable decision you make when you live in the empire. If you vote, you’re essentially forced to choose the “lesser of two evils” or one of the third party options, which never win. This is partially why I don’t always see it as productive to act like making one of those choices is necessarily reflective of someone’s character. To me, voting is the butt plug of politics. It’s there, and it’s useful, but hopefully it leads to something else. In a very similar way, Palestinians voted for Hamas. Many Palestinians have opposed their actions and ideology, but they recognized that they were their main path to liberation. And for that reason, many have believed that all Palestinians should die for how they chose to vote in an environment where they only had one tangible way out. My position has always been not to punish those people for being forced to make an uncomfortable choice. One many of us who’ve experienced oppression are often forced to make to survive. When I told my partner about Madeline’s content, he said, “That’s so white”.

    Much of Madeline’s content during the election surrounded the idea that the Democrats were “evil”. She would share that a company approached her to create content that encouraged people to vote Democrat and broadcast to her audience of over a million people that if they saw someone creating content in support of Kamala Harris, they were likely paid to make that content. The result of that post was that many black women who created pro-Kamala content were accused of being “shills for the DNC”. When she shared the name of the company and people were able to look the company up, it resulted in many people dogpiling the list of creators, who were primarily black women and attacking them for being paid to make content for the Democrats. The insinuation was that their support was disingenuous, indifferent to genocide and even advocating for it.

    To me, this was a big nothing-burger. Content creators should be paid handsomely for their time and many content creators genuinely support Kamala Harris and still oppose the actions of Israel. Many of these black women were outspoken about that, but largely because of Madeline’s content, they were dogpiled by her rabid fanbase, who didn’t seem to understand that these companies aren’t paying influencers for endorsements, but for doing the work they’ve already done. The idea that these companies are paying these creators to superficially support Kamala Harris is not only unfounded and conspiratorial, but it’s just not how these campaigns work. These companies do not need to pay random content creators to pretend they support Kamala Harris. Most of the time, these companies pay creators to make content about policies and to communicate certain political issues. This content isn’t a money-maker for most who create it, but it is hard and often thankless work. Content creators have the ability to create content that effectively communicates certain ideas and I think that expertise is worth paying for. What Madeline tried to suggest was that these creators were being paid for their endorsement, and she failed to recognize that not every video published by a person who was supporting Kamala Harris was being paid for, and that its rather bog-standard for them to pay for creators to make content, but not really in the way she was suggesting.

    Additionally, one of the issues I believe the left isn’t very perceptive of is the fact that for decades now, the right has deeply and heavily invested in promoting right-wing content and giving it an air of authority. As a long-time content creator who interacted with these people, I’ve seen the cameras get nicer, and the sound get better, the studios get built and the shows get green-lit. Billionaires invest a lot of money into right-wing content that defends capitalism and excuses the actions of the state. And we see that right now, Trump is asking for social media figures to help him establish state media, which will function as a propagandizing tool to manipulate the populace. They’re well aware of the power of social media and its impact, and to be frank, creators like myself aren’t likely to be approached by the Democrats, nor are we likely to be funded by billionaires. I’m too far left for the Dems. I got invited to the White House once; it was chill, but I kept my Doc Martens on.

    While I had already unfollowed Madeline during this time because of her praise of North Korea, I still managed to see her content in my feed, along with her snide and shitty comments underneath black women’s videos even as someone who understood the substance of her disagreement and technically agreed, it was strange to me that she chose to focus so much of her energy and time onto responding to black women in a particular way. A way that often mimicked the very anti-blackness that most black women were afraid of Kamala experiencing. 

    During the election cycle, I sat through a lot of videos about how Kamala Harris wasn’t particularly intelligent, didn’t have any solid plans and could barely articulate her points. This was quite odd to me because when I observed Kamala Harris, she was very obviously incredibly intelligent and well-spoken, especially when put up against Donald Trump. Kamala has objectively accomplished more and was far more qualified for the job than any other candidate. But even though she didn’t make her race or gender central to her campaign, there were people on both the left and the right who believed that she was predominately riding on those qualities. They naturally assumed that if they saw black women supporting Harris, it was purely because they were black. And perhaps in a way that’s true in the sense that black women, because of our experiences, tend to be more community-minded, which to many people, should be the focus of the President. I don’t doubt that many DID vote for her because she is a black woman, but I know that she didn’t run on that and I personally voted for her because like 92% of black women, I properly understood the threat of Donald Trump. I was in my last year of stealth when he came into office and many years before that, I had existed during a time where legal protections did not exist for transgender women such as myself. I do not want to go back.

    When I was a teenager, I came out as Gender Queer, but despite my androgyny, my body was developing in a rather feminine way. I didn’t quite understand why older men started giving me so much attention, but as I reached hiring age, I started going out and trying to find work. Being a trans kid meant that I was almost immediately dismissed when I tried to pursue work. It probably didn’t help that I was one of the only black people in the community. But these men wanted to give me money. I found an artist in LA who’d hire me as his assistant. I would run away and dress how I wanted to dress in his studio where I’d often work late into the night. I was the “good” kid, and my parents didn’t check in on me that much. Too busy with work; and I didn’t wanna go home. One night he gave me a drink, and soon after, I woke up in his bed the following day. Knowing that I’d had my one of my first sexual experiences, but was not conscious for it. I worked for my groomer and first rapist for about a year and a half after. He was the only person giving me money; I needed it back then. I wanted to run away to LA and move out as soon as I turned 18. My father was bigoted, and my mother submissive to him. I wanted out. Men were my path out.  

    I started doing sex work because I needed access to hormones. I self-medicated from sketchy pharmacies I found online; getting my dosages from Yahoo groups. While my body was feminine, I knew that if I didn’t start, it wouldn’t remain that way. In California, you have to prove that you are on hormones the legal way. I wasn’t quite there yet; I couldn’t afford the therapy I was required in order to qualify for hormones. One therapy session costs about the same as a month of under-the-table HRT. At 19, I became a cam girl. I never sold sex, but I was signed to a relatively popular transgender porn company that I’d do webcam work for. It was incredibly degrading. I’d get paid pennies to do things I did not want to do. Eventually, I just started relying on men. Men gave me money and I lived to please and cater to them. I shifted my persona to satisfy them, losing a sense of what I wanted to do for myself. When I eventually got into a relationship that was monogamous, that stopped. By then, discrimination protections were added to the books, and it was no longer legal to discriminate against a transgender person. But I had already started to build my platform online and that helped me eventually reach a place of financial independence. I went full-time on Youtube in 2015 and decided to leave my partner who’d kept me behind the Orange curtain for 6 years; no plans to move to the city. When I dumped my ex and moved to LA, it was the first time in my life that I felt truly empowered. The first time in my life that I objectively did not need a man. By that time, I’d managed to go through the official process and changed both my name and gender marker. I finally felt functional after 27 years of life.

    I’ve had to endure a lot. Survival is in my spirit, and that’s largely why I did not want for what Trump is currently doing now to happen. While I can recognize that I may be, in many ways, safe as a “passing” trans woman whose documents are changed, who lives in California. I am incredibly worried about trans folks in red states who are going to be rapidly put into a position where they have to do what I’ve done to survive. This is the natural result of removing employment protections, forbidding us from using public restrooms, and making it legal for companies to deny services to transgender people. There will always be men eager to pay trans women money to exploit them. There will always be the underground of trans care. The girls before me had pumping parties and street mones. If you were a trans woman in the 70s or 80s and you didn’t come from money, your options were sex work, drag, stealth or not transitioning at all. Back then, you virtually had to pass as cis to be trans. I had to medically transition so that I could properly assimilate into femaleness and thus prove to society that I am truly a woman. It’s a process that I look back at and see as rather archaic and it’s a path that many no longer need to go through because of the progress our society has had, which is part of why there are “more” trans people these days. Care was more accessible and more people were able to be themselves. I think that’s a good thing. A thing worthy of protecting. 

    When I saw my feed responding to one of Madeline Pendleton’s comments underneath her video about whether or not she regrets her vote because of the impact anti-trans legislation and Trump’s promise to level Gaza saying, “I’m literally trans, and have Palestinian relatives”, I decided to respond to the now-deleted comment sharing my experiences as a person who survives because of my access to gender-affirming care. I detail my experience with exploitation and simply asked that people like Madeline Pendleton who do not rely on gender-affirming care, simply “read the room”. Madeline’s content, whether she meant for it to or not, had the impact of shaming people who voted for Democrats. I never argued that she necessarily swayed the vote; as in all reality, the Republicans got most of the vote because we are a more right leaning than some realize. She, along with many other so-called “leftists,” chanted the phrase, “a vote of Kamala is a vote for genocide”. And from where i’m sitting, it was impossible for me not to recognize that it’s pretty easy to feel that way when you’re a white person who isn’t medically transitioning for whom this genocide will not target.

    It was always fine to me that she voted for Claudia De La Cruz, the socialist candidate. After all, she’s in a blue state. What I took issue with was the lack of empathy she demonstrated during the election cycle. While she would eventually walk some of these comments back and state that she understood why certain people would vote for Kamala, to me that didn’t really ultimately matter. The impact of what she’s feeling is felt, and those of us who aren’t in a parasocial relationship with her aren’t likely to focus on her content enough to get every updated view of her stance. All I saw from my end, from her, not creators speaking about her, was the equation of Democrats and those who vote for them as evil. None of that needed to be said to advocate for the socialist candidate. Keeping in mind most of my reaction to this is based in my own sensibilities about voting and using your platform. Whether Pendleton is perceptive of this or not, Claudia De La Cruz, if elected, would still be complicit in genocide as the leader of the most violent imperialist country in the world. That’s in the job description. It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t criticize it, but it was very silly to believe that in a country that supports Israel as much as we do, suddenly, our relationship with them would dissolve in this election. 

    This post, of course, dissolved into a mess. 

    My video reached just under a million views and it would eventually be brought to the attention of Madeline Pendleton. In her first video that she made about it, she said that she “doesn’t watch videos by small creators” in reference to me, and made a point of saying that she didn’t see my video, but did see a video about my video made by one of her mutuals; a white person. In her video, she responded to some of the growing discourse around my video. Despite spending the best part of the past 2 decades advocating against transmedicalism, many, mostly white, queer folks interpreted my video as “transmedicalist”.

    Transmedicalism is the idea that one must go through gender-affirming medical care to “truly” be transgender. For the reasons I laid out here, I’m staunchly opposed to this idea, but I do think there are tangible differences between a person who lives with gender dysphoria who requires HRT to make their lives liveable, and a non-dysphoric trans person may not exactly understand the degree of distress those of us who have dysphoria experience without access to hormones. At 34 going on 35, I’ve been on hormones now for 16 years. My body has adjusted to that and it’s what i’m used to. On weeks where I’m late on my shot, I notice the various, only perceptible to me, changes in my body’s functionality. It’s not a great feeling. Knowing that, I have empathy for those who vote for Kamala in order to defeat Trump, who ran on removing their care. And this is what got me called “transmedicalist”. 

    Madeline made a point of saying that she avoided watching my video because she believed it would be bad for her mental health, which of course, paints my video in an incredibly antagonistic way. My video never attacked her, it wasn’t rude, it wasn’t mean, it wasn’t made with the desire to take her down. It was simply a video where I, upon my initial understanding of her comment and the context in which it was made, wanted to point out that our situations are incredibly different, and that’s why I can’t afford to act like Trump isn’t a threat to me, and marginalized people generally. It’s easy to dismiss why some would vote a certain way when you aren’t as impacted by these things.

    Because of Madeline’s framing, I received a bunch of harassment from her audience, which focused on Madeline’s intentional misinterpretation. What made this very frustrating is that Madeline would start to delete content, and then deny that she said these things. Like I said, she had already deleted the original comment that I was responding to (which she claims was simply her correcting someone on misgendering her as a woman, which I think is her right). This is a well-documented pattern of hers. It was something I observed during the election. She’d say something crazy, then people would respond to it, then she’d delete it and outright deny she said anything. Then start posting content that made everyone who disagreed with her look silly because she’d say that they were, in some ways, in agreement with each other. I never disagreed with her vote, nor her socialism nor her criticism of the Democrats. She’d know that if she watched my video, but her reaction caused me to recognize that I’ve seen this pattern before.

    To me, Madeline represents a particular archetype I’ve engaged with quite a bit. An archetype that I now refer to as a “Pendelton”. In the vast majority of trans-specific spaces I’ve been in, there’s always a white, usually afab, usually non-transitioning person who is entirely resistant to centering anyone other than themselves and their experience with gender. Madeline is a Non-Binary person who uses all pronouns; and for the record, I think that’s incredibly valid. However, we have extremely different experiences and will factor into society quite differently.

    If Madeline was in Arizona, she can walk into the women’s restroom and not have the fear of being caught and put into a gas chamber if she’s caught being a trans person in the restroom. I’ve never had a problem using public restrooms because I “pass”. In a way, this is a privilege, but passing privilege is a sort of temporary privilege. When I was stealth, I had to ride a very very fine line. I had to perform a certain way and that was my survival. Sure, I can get away with it, but if I get caught, depending on the state, that may have severe consequences. A Pendelton type likes to ignore these tangible differences and tends to quite defensively respond to fairly neutral discussions of these differences. I had many white non-binary people express anger at my video, which simply stated that while we may both be under the trans umbrella, our chance of surviving a Trump administration is very different.

    Pendletons tend to dominate conversations and focus on “validity” while excusing or dismissing the value of trans people who medically transitioned and want to speak about their differences. It’s an odd reaction that stands out to me and it’s something I’ve interacted with many times over. Their reactions have the impact of essentially discouraging transitioning people from discussing their experiences. It’s clear that they tend to perceive a description of these experiences as a trump card of sorts. It’s a bizarre reaction to a request for empathy and understanding. From my observation, the vast majority of trans spaces prioritize the far more common Pendleton types over those of us who medically transition and deal with the complexities of transitioning gender. They will say “listen to black trans women” as a way of promoting themselves as authorities with good politics, but will see the discussion of intersectionality and how black trans women experience oppression as a waste of time that takes from them. We exist as deities and icons in those spaces, but our voices are rarely heard or centered. I estimate that if Madeline Pendleton were in community with trans people, she’d be familiar with my content (as we are close in age) and more intimately familiar with the tangible position trans women who existed before legal protections actually went through and would perhaps express herself differently. 

    My only point through all of this has been that she should have more empathy in expressing herself. What fascinates me is that she has a million followers but still feels like she must make certain statements. You get the impression that this was an absolutely necessary thing for her to express and post. Like someone made her make the content she made during the election; but would then deny she ever made it.

    There’s an incredible lack of tact and her persona shifts between platforms. Her Twitter is far edgier than her Tiktok and it doesn’t matter how many times she can say the Democrats are evil, she will still deny that she ever said that, even though millions of people saw it. Before watching my videos, Madeline started to spread the idea that the only reason I would make videos about her is because I was trying to make money. This was very upsetting because, as of now, I have made $151 on TikTok. That’s ten dollars more than before all of this started and this is actually my lowest earning in the past few months. I make much more money elsewhere. I had this conversation because I cared. I wanted to help expand her perspective because I’m personally impacted by it. While I gained a lot of followers from it, as a social media veteran, I’ll tell you that TikTok followers carry much less value in terms of how you translate that into money. Which is part of why I’m fascinated by Madeline’s over-blown ego around her followers. With respect, I am a much larger creator with a much more extensive career. It’s not a competition to me. It’s been very hard to stomach so many people reacting, not to me, but to a white person’s approximation of my position that another white person then criticized.

    While Madeline refused to engage with my first video (something I didn’t ask for or really want) because I was a “small creator” and it would be bad for her mental health, she went on to respond to much smaller creators… who were white. She stitched several videos by smaller white creators who spoke to her in a much more aggressive tone. This is a tone I’d struggle to take as a person who’s been raised around white conservatives. I have a default of niceness because I learned from a very young age that white people do not like confrontation, especially from someone with dark skin. They often have this sharp anxiety around me, as if they are waiting for me to be aggressive and angry. So I tend not to raise my voice or speak with anger because I assume that would mean they’d be more willing to hear what I had to say. But Madeline refused to watch my video and is still ranting about me as I type this on livestream. In her livestream, she’d describe me as “the ultimate ID politic villain” sent by the DNC to tear her down. She argued that she’d never go up against a black trans woman, because she’s not stupid and she doesn’t want to “dunk” on me to make me “look bad”… this is a very bizarre reaction to my first video. And from there, it became fairly clear to me: 

    Madeline Pendleton, like many white people, has a strong racial bias that has remained unexamined, and that’s at the core of all of this. 

    I do not doubt that Madeline keeps a quiver full of black people who agree with her in her vicinity, but in many ways, she’s still the sort of person who grabs her purse tight when walking by a black person on the street. Sure, she’s a socialist, but like many white people, she hasn’t quite unpacked whiteness and these patterns that she gets into; honestly because they were socialized within her. It’s incredibly hard to not fall into the tenants of whiteness when you haven’t examined them. It’s my observation that white leftists who tend to hate “identity politics” are simply white people who are truly afraid of examining their whiteness and understanding what that actually means. It’s why they can’t help but do things that many properly see as bigoted. If you go down that list, you’ll notice a lot of things fit: paternalism, deference for the written word, defensiveness, either/or thinking, fear of open conflict, individualism, and right to comfort, etc etc etc. All things she very clearly displayed in this interaction that she has never quite questioned of herself.

    What I perceived in this interaction is that she was incapable of processing that someone can disagree with them without attacking them.

    If you’ve followed her for any amount of time, you see her engage in discourse with white people who disagree with her and it’s not hard to get the sense that she’s more willing to hear out a white person over a black person. When she discovered that Ian Carrol of Cancel This Clothing Company had Nazi sympathies, she demonstrated an extreme amount of consideration for his position. She handled him with more respect than i’ve ever seen her give a black creator. There’s a reason she always imagines that black creators are attacking her and believes the only reason I’d ever say anything is that I was paid off by the DNC to specifically target her. It’s clear, even from this post, that Madeline sees this all as a game. A game for her to win that I didn’t know I was playing.

    Really what she’s saying in her live is just a justification for her not to engage with what a black person is saying. If you believe that you are so above every black person that you will always win every argument against them, and thus think you should not engage with them, that’s just racism. Her fans will struggle to get this, but as a long time content creator, I could certainly deal with her directly responding to my even toned, non aggressive, non confrontational video discussing our differences. To me there’s no tangible difference between saying that she “doesn’t want to dunk on me” to saying that she doesn’t believe in listening to me at all. Because that’s what happened. It’s paternalistic to frame me, a 34 year old woman who’s been harassed for a very long time, who’s still making content, as someone who simply can’t take it. It stands out as racist purely because when she decided to listen to someone about it, she made sure they were white.

    Despite my very publicly stated stances, Madeline has continued telling her audience that I am upset that she didn’t vote Democrat. You won’t find a video of me saying that, but that’s her story. That’s her narrative; her audience of a million simply believes her. It’s truly quite bizarre. The Democrats don’t want to work with me because…I’m not a Democrat. There’s a reason she received a hefty offer from the Dems, and I got one little non-partisan (but probably Dem) offer. Whiteness affords Madeline a degree of authority that allows her to amass a million followers despite her bad behavior and controversies. She wants to make this about me disagreeing with her socialist vote, when I’ve always argued that it’s about empathy. And she demonstrates that lack of empathy when she chooses to dismiss my video, the actual source of the discourse, in favor of white creators who often didn’t correctly represent me. Plainly stated, allowing a white person to define my character is a clear communication that you have a preference for white content creators; which may be why she’s completely unfamiliar with me despite the fact that I’ve created content about these issues for a very long time.

    After about a week of being dogpiled by her audience, she sent me this message.

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    A message worded in a way that would seem to suggest that she wouldn’t attempt to dehumanize me. I received this message on the morning of the same day she would compare me to the “one-legged solo poly hijabi” meme that was quite popular among right-wingers. This reinforces the point I’ve made many times over about white leftists like Madeline Pendelton. To me, they are functionally the same as a conservative. It’s very clear to me that many of these particular, terminally online leftists have no real desire to build community. They want an exclusive book club that meets at the café. Like the dude I dated scribbling in front of a traumatized mother, it’s all about rebellion and edge. It’s not much more than that. I spend most of my time offline doing community organizing, which requires meeting people where they’re at. My group has grown quite a bit; people’s positions and ideas shift especially when they feel welcome; and I am incredibly thankful that I’ve been able to create the community I desperately needed. 

    One of the unintended side effects of all of this has been that many TikTok content creators have come to my defense. And many of them shared with me that my content helped them find themselves. I received so many comments from non-binary people who appreciated the work I’ve done to stand up for gender-expansive folks during the height of the popularity for transmedicalism. I saw trans person after trans person after trans person share that they came out as trans because of me. Apparently…I’ve raised an entire generation of transgender people. I genuinely had no clue. I recognized that I’ve made the work I’ve made, but I didn’t really see the impact. It hadn’t registered to me just how many trans people have seen my content and my community as a place where they feel seen and understood. There were people that I followed, who I admired in my way, and who came out to celebrate me, and it honestly healed me in many ways. I tend not to have a complex about my work, which I always see as imperfect and needing improvement. Even as I planned the exciting things I was working on, this discourse, while annoying, made me realize that my work would indeed live on long after I was gone. 

    To me, this entire conversation was about moving forward and communicating our goals and needs differently so that they can actually take root. You gain nothing from outright dismissing the needs of the marginalized and shaming them for what they do to pursue their own survival. Unfortunately, the right is already very aware of that, which is part of why so many left leaning people, voted for Trump this time around. Class reductionism naturally leads to a lot of people towards ignoring bigotry. And while, sure, these things are simply tools that capitalists use to manipulate us, their impact is real and none of these people conduct themselves as people who’ve unpacked that very caste system that places me at the bottom, them at top. We don’t need to be reminded of that caste system during a time where we are all scared, but I fear that for some on the left, it’s all they have. That will be an impediment to progress for as long as we decide to coalition build with the people like Madeline Pendleton.

  • Loose Knots: My Black Transfemme Reality in the LA Rope Scene

    (photos by @MyPolyamLife)
    I’ve always been afraid of rope. I’ve always worried about being bound in a way where I can’t escape. I have a wasp in my chest that vibrates through me and keeps me moving. While I dash by people on the street, I’m always petrified of standing in someone’s way or frustrated with someone standing in mine. I struggle with stillness. I guess that’s why when Nathan initially told me he wanted to tie me up, it made me nervous.  

    When I first came into BDSM, I was giving myself permission. Permission to explore some of the things I suppose I’d always put into the category of deviant, unhealthy and strange. Like a lot of people, I was raised religiously. Not just religious, but also quite isolated socially within that religion. When you go to a Christian private school, your parents forbid you from watching secular media, and most of the people you know are from the church, everything outside of that bubble seems like it’s part of Satan’s clever plan. However, at that point in my life, I’d put aside that woo, while trying to open myself up to another. All with the desire to explore and perhaps learn something new about myself.  

    I met Nathan online. He was an openly pansexual guy who was also polyamorous. He’s the first polyamorous man I’ve ever dated and he was a guiding force for me when I first left my monogamous, vanilla relationship with a desire to find myself. I showed up to our first kinda-sorta date in modest clothing, nervous about the kind of deviant I’d be sitting across from; but when I sat down, those nerves melted away. I stuttered over my life story, and he confidently told me his and eventually, we meshed. He was open to leading me into my BDSM exploration. There was, however, one catch: he had to get to know me before any of his ropes touched my skin. So, we got to know each other for a good month or so before any intimacy. I remember being frustrated by this at first, but in retrospect, that was a green flag I’d come to appreciate with time.

    Cringe if you must, but Nathan was my first “Daddy”. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that when it comes to dominant men, I really only resonate with the Daddies. To me, a Daddy isn’t just some dude who really gets off on being called that, it’s not even an explicit reference to age play or age regression. It’s an acknowledgment of who in this dynamic is leading. I’d say “in power”, but I don’t think that’s necessarily the case. A Daddy leads in a nurturing way, but the power is always in my hands. Nathan helped me understand that; and when he started tying me, he led me through it all. Being a student of Devil Mask Society, he has this uncanny ability to “problem solve” by looking at my limbs and knowing exactly how to get me into the position he needs or wants me to be in. He knows how to calm me down and how to place me. When he finishes a tie and I’m stuck in his web, ready to be consumed, it’s a feeling of stillness I’m not used to feeling. One I’d struggle to find myself.  

    I met Nathan while I was living in Orange County and unfortunately when I moved to Los Angeles, it meant that we had to see each other less often. It’s been 8 years since we had that first date. What I didn’t understand as I was sitting across from him that day is what Nathan is truly unique. Nathan is a skilled, focused and practiced top-heavy switch who is, in many ways, truly pansexual. That’s a simplistic sentence, but very few people could describe themselves that way. Years before I met him, Nathan had already searched within himself to realize that he was attracted to transgender women, and he had already developed a taste for BDSM. When I met him, he was beyond the phase of his life where he was fantasizing about certain kinky tableaus, excited to experience them potentially for the first time. No, he had already done it. These were not fantasies for him, but realities that he already knew he enjoyed. His hesitation towards rushing into play with me was honestly because he saw himself, rightfully so, as too talented to give his pleasure to just anyone. I’d discover that most Doms in the LA public scene are not at all like Nathan.  

    If you ask most Doms about rope, they will tell you that it doesn’t interest them. To a lot of Dominant men, rope is laborious and silly. Some will know how to do quick and simple ties that are useful, but ultimately its very rare to find men who are passionate about rope. And the men who are passionate about rope, are usually very monosexual, usually limiting their kink to cis women. After going to the Devil Mask Society Rope social a few times, it became very obvious to me that rope I was not ever going to be a rope top’s first choice. I quickly got the sense that if I wanted to bottom for men, I had to be thin and the only women I really saw get the attention of rope tops in the city a white, asian or light skinned. The rope scene was the first space where I started to feel very self conscious about my body. Every other scene felt encouraging and inclusive, but once I got to the rope community and realized that the men in the scene don’t want to see a dark skinned, plus size trangender woman in their rope. I love my body, I love myself, but the rope scene made me wish for the first time since I was a little transgender kid that I could exist in a body other than my own. One that would perhaps be more accepted.

    When you’re fresh meat in the BDSM scene, people notice. When you’re a submissive without a Dom, people notice. I suppose being noticed is what I wanted when I first came into the scene, but the issue with being noticed is that people project onto you. One of the biggest projections I receive is that I am a Domme. Frankly, if you’re a woman who has any sense of self, any bit of confidence, any bit of gaul, you’ll be seen as dominant by people who conflate someone’s personality with their position in the slash. The projection of me as a Domme is a frustrating to me as one of the main reasons I was so afraid of BDSM is how many men have previously used it as an excuse to traumatize me. My introduction to BDSM was a man saving me in a moment of desperation and then pressuring me to dominate him for no reason other than me being black and transgender. It didn’t matter that I didn’t want to do it, because it turned him on to think of me as a domineering black shemale. As a black trans woman, I am constantly engaging with men’s fetishes which ultimately erase me and establish me in a way that I, frankly, do not and never have resonated with. I am completely averse to dominating a man. It’s a distinct line for me, so the assumption that i’m a Domme is a pretty painful one. However, it’s becoming clearer and clearer to me that many can only imagine a black transgender woman in this way.

    It seems like many people in the public scene in LA cannot imagine someone existing in my body and also being submissive. I’ll never forget having a conversation with Victor about this when we visited Sanctuary in Portland, Oregon. He pointed over at a woman who “looked submissive”. She was a thin white woman hunching her shoulders in a way that, to me, read “victim”. In that moment, it was hard for me not to think about shrinking myself in the same way I once did when I lived a more socially conservative life in the OC. I’ve worked too hard on my confidence to be like that woman. Aside from that, if I carried myself that way, society would eat me up. Unlike cis white women, I do not live in a society that entertains the premise of my vulnerability. I am not seen as deserving of protection. My mother once said to me that if I carried myself like a wounded mouse, the hawks will attack you. So I try my best to hold myself confidently, if only to protect myself. Perhaps its a shield, but it’s one that’s served me well. To me, BDSM resonates when I give that shield to knight capable of protecting me instead. I don’t want to hold a sword. I’m forced to if I want to live. I will not be eaten alive.  

    I was particularly interested in a Dominant who did seem to easily see by submissive nature. I saw him give an elaborate fire presentation at Dom Con, and it was very very hot; pun intended. While I had been familiar with this particular Dom, I hadn’t actually seen him play. At the time, I’d seen him in passing several times at various events. We’d exchange glances and flirtatious pleasantries and eventually we connected on Facebook. He asked me out to breakfast several times, but we just kept missing each other and at the time I was bottoming for someone who many people weren’t particularly fond of. We had very little conversation in person, but one night we happened to be at the same private party and we started discussing our kink interests. When I started telling him how much I enjoyed rope, he commented  

    “That must take a lot of rope…” 

    It was a comment that sat with me as it was a joke about my size that hit a very sensitive spot for me. With some of the rope tops I’ve spoken to, I’ve been very blatantly told that I was too big for their rope. I’ve had people explain to me that they don’t know how to tie someone like me, and that’s why they tend to only tie very thin women. My size is indeed what disqualifies me, and if I’m being honest, that was a hugely painful thing for me to hear, knowing what I know. But in the moment, I giggled and smiled because I was still interested in him.  

    After seeing each other at that event, he’d pursue me more and ask me about meeting him for breakfast again. I was excited by the idea, but then had to remind myself that there are some Doms who have hangups about me being transgender. As a “passing” trans woman who was stealth for a decent amount of time, I don’t really naturally out myself and sometimes in situations like this I have to remind myself that it isn’t obvious to the people who may desire intimacy with me. That’s part of why I struggle receiving compliments, I always know they’re meant for meant for the cis version of me, not the trans version of me. Despite years of unrequited glances and flirtation, his interest in me vanished once I told him I was trans. He would then clumsily share a story about someone in his kink family coming out as trans and that being a big deal as a way of ending the conversation. I have this experience a lot.  

    I was introduced to BDSM in a way that gave me a lot of optimism about being able to find open minded, trans inclusive men who wanted to dominate me because that was my experience with Nathan. With Nathan, my transness was a complete non-issue, but it seems that at least within the public scene, it will always be a problem. It’s hard to exist in a community that brands itself as so open minded and inclusive when you know that isn’t the case. Of course passing trans women are privileged in ways non passing transgender folks arent, but passing forces you to constantly engage with the reality that you’d be able to find partners if you were cis. If I were a cis woman, I think people would still assume I was a Domme, but I would have a much easier time finding partners. Without sounding too cocky, men are indeed attracted to me. There’s not a BDSM event I’ve gone to where I haven’t been hounded by men. But the line for many of these men is drawn when I tell them that I am transgender. When I vented about my experiences in the scene on instagram once, a woman reached out to me and tried to send me in the direction of someone she assumed was inclusive. That person? The man who I wrote about in the last paragraph. What bothers me is that many of these men have rainbow flags on their clothes. They’ve gotten onto soap boxes and ranted about inclusion and diversity, and they become known by cis women and AFAB folks as inclusive to the point where they do assume that these dominant men are inclusive of transgender women, when they aren’t. When they inevitably end up being attracted to an AFAB person who hasn’t medically transitioned, they may publicly question their sexuality; they may even list themselves as bisexual or pansexual after doing that self reflection. But when it all boils down to it, most of these men are only attracted to the same narrow group of usually, but not always thin white/asian women. It doesn’t matter if those Doms are people of color (the Dom I described in the previous paragraph is black); when it comes to rope that’s what I see. Several of the most popular rope tops in LA have running jokes about them only tying with “child brides”, for a reason.

    I want to make it very very clear that I am not upset with the fact that those women seemingly have access to partners who want to play with them. No one owes me their rope. Talented rope artists have a skill that, like Nathan did to me, they have the right to withhold. Nathan wouldn’t want to tie me up unless he was attracted to me. Unless he’s learning, he’d be closed off to doing rope with someone he isn’t attracted to. I don’t feel like anyone owes me anything. What I’m trying to express, however, is that existing in the body I exist in and limiting myself to men while living within LA means that rope isn’t something I’m able to explore. It’s hard to feel that way when you’re constantly being told that this little space we carve out in the BDSM community is more accepting than the vanilla spaces we seek refuge from. Maybe it’s because I’m straight, but as a transgender woman it has been significantly easier for me to find vanilla men who are excited to dominate me than it’s ever really been for me to find BDSM partners generally, but rope partners specifically. If I opened myself up to women, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. Plenty of women want to do BDSM with me, sadly, that just doesn’t resonate with me; and frankly, I do not like that I’ve been made to feel like the only way for me to find partners is to expand my BDSM desires into something other than what I enjoy. And it’s for that reason that I will always respect the Doms who see me as existing on the outside of their sexuality, but it is a bit frustrating to realize that even some of the Doms who do want to play with you, are afraid of other people knowing about it.  

    It’s not terribly uncommon for me to only be appealing to Dominant men who want to play with me privately. After years of going to these events, I’ve realized that for a lot of dominant men, this whole BDSM thing is really just about ego. For some of these men, it’s a performance primarily for other men. When I was bottoming for that Dom that people didn’t like, it was mostly that. He wanted the appearance of many submissive women vying for his attention and affection, but he was not very present for most of those women. I saw it first hand. The one benefit he had was that he was, at least kinda, trans inclusive, but that inclusion was superficial. Because I “passed” he could develop a little bit of passion, but not as much as he’d have for a cis woman. That difference started to bother me and it’s one of the many reasons we stopped playing. After that, I had plenty of Dominant men approach me, happy that I was finally free, but many of those Dominants didn’t want to be seen playing with me because of how it would subtract from other people they were pursuing. I think what I struggle with in the BDSM scene is the fact that my vanilla relationships are mostly with men who essentially dote over me. Men who are proud to be seen with me and eager to, in their own vanilla way, dominate me. But so many dominant men in the public scene have a very particular fantasy they’re trying to fulfill and I am always going to be someone who exists outside of that fantasy for most cis men raised in the west. That’s why many can only imagine me in the context of taboo.  And admittedly, I suppose I’m doing the same with trying to find a very particular kinda guy to tie me up.

    All in all, I refuse to embrace the idea that I am inherently taboo as part of my kink practice, but very few men are on Nathan’s level. When I met Nathan, he’d been out of the public scene for years and hasn’t returned in the 8 years we’ve been together. I have taken my feelings of rejection and the criticism I have of the scene and transformed it into a monthly BDSM social that I host. I hope to facilitate a space where someone like me can eventually have an easier time finding partners.  

    As of now, I’m retiring my desire to find a consistent rope top outside of Nathan. It’s been a very long time since he’s has had the time to tie me, but he’s still the best. I have friends like @MyPolyamLife who tickle that itch for me from time to time, but as of now, I’m going to stop putting myself in situations that do not satisfy me, but make me feel othered. Perhaps i’ll learn more about rope as a purely platonic fabric arts sorta thing. I’m not sure. Either way, I’m no longer afraid of rope. I miss it.  

  • Who’s The “Demurest” of Them All

    The internet is seemingly obsessed with a new word; “Demure”. TikTok superstar, Jools Lebron’s newest viral audio invites you into her inner monologue, where she reveals the steps she takes to ensure that she always remains “demure and mindful”. The first video I saw featured her speaking about wearing a very polite beat to work.

    “You see how I come to work? Very demure, very mindful!”

    It resonated with me, and I wasn’t the only person who immediately appropriated “demure” into their lingo. Soon I was seeing everyone upload their own versions, about their own personal lives each starting with some variation of “you see how I…”. Creators across genre were all talking about “being demure”. There were nurses, military men, educators and even the Kamala Harris campaign all using this viral audio by a transgender woman. Jools Lebron is predominately known for her humorous and honest makeup reviews, and her infectious sense of humor draws her now 1.2 million followers in. It made me very happy to see her go viral and have her moment, however, there’s a bit of debate about who exactly created this viral trend.

    Trap Seleyna is also a popular transgender creator and recently she took to TikTok to argue that she was actually the original demure girl with a video she posted several years before Jools’ video took off. The video, which has since been deleted, includes Selyna describing her body as “petite and demure”. A decidedly more literal use than the very ironic way it’s being used now. However, she’d take to social media to make her argument.

    This of course encouraged a lot of debate on Tiktok, which eventually led to Selyna deactivating her account. Watching this go down, was quite frustrating as I felt that many of these creators were pulling from their own experiences, especially as trans women of color. To me, these videos externalize an internalized narrative we all have. One that is, at times serious, like Selyna, and occasionally ironic, like Jools.

    Another popular trans woman of color, Devin Halbal, who herself has several older videos saying the phrase, offered up a more moderate approach.

    I’ve always loved Halbal’s lovely attitude and how widely celebrated she is in Asia. It was an absolute joy seeing her get swarmed with love and acceptance as a trans woman of color!

    There’s an ongoing debate about how frequently things created by black and brown folks that are unique to them have been taken, twisted, erased and universalized. One could argue that’s what’s happening with this demure trend with some videos featuring the meme not at all mentioning Jools Lebron. However, watching this trend grow organically, it was interesting to see it resonate with those who are not transgender women of color .

    To me, it’s clear that these trans women of color are pulling from their own internal monologues that often include a lot of anxiety about existing in public space as a transgender woman. For the trans feminine, “demurity” may be a feeling you internalize perhaps as you’re trying to sort out your feminine gender performance. “Passing” for many trans women is important and a huge aspect of that for some transgender women is never doing too much. You don’t want to paint yourself like a drag queen, oh no, you want to paint yourself in a soft, demure and real way. For many trans women, gender euphoria is in that sweet spot between just enough, but not too much. However, beyond how transgender women may relate to the phrase, I think it pokes at a common anxiety we all have about existing in public, while navigating the expectations others may have of us, and it’s unsurprising to me that a transgender woman would be able to call this. I think transgender women of color deal with these conversations with slightly more intensity than cis people.

    One very notable difference between both Jools and Selyna is their approach to body positivity. Jools quite regularly describes herself as a “torta”, a popular slang term that refers to larger women. A lot of her content is about her embracing herself as a larger person, whereas Selyna’s original use of demure was about her being small and skinny, and tonally it also sounds like a brag. I’ve followed Selyna for quite some time and I know that she often feels as though she’s been wronged by others and frankly, she has reasons to feel that way. However, what I think all of these trans women are missing is that they are likely very loosely referencing Venus Xtravaganza.

    ““The thing that helped me make most money in the escort service is being that I’m so little, so petite. I’m so tiny. The blonde hair and the light skin, the green eyes and little features… the clients hand will be bigger than my hand while they were holding my hand or something. They like feeling like they’re with something perfect and little and not someone that’s bigger than them””

    Paris is Burning has left a lasting impression on how many transgender women across the country, and even the world communicate through shared language and culture. You got dolls (transgender women) from Paris talking like the dolls from New York, largely because of the influence of Paris is Burning and various things inspired by it such as Ryan Murphy’s Pose. I think for me, this may have been one of the first times I’ve heard a trans woman vocalize this celebration of herself as soft and delicate, especially in a way that related to her sharing intimacy with others. Frankly, I think the queer kids of today do not really understand the immense impact of Paris is Burning. It was one of the very first times I was ever exposed to ballroom culture and I’ve seen it influence a lot of today’s queer culture and lingo.

    Most of Jools Lebron’s content about being demure relates to these sort of false dichotomies we buy into about being a good, productive, healthy or impressive person. Demurity is a performance many of us intimately know is based upon the often false dichotomies we buy into or validate. One of her videos a describes ordering a salad instead of going to Wingstop after work because that’s “demure”; and some users shared that making fun of a thought we all often have, actually did encourage them to make healthier choices. What I’ve loved about “demure” is it also doubles as a way of encouraging self care, however you may personally define it. For example, wrapping a blunt after you’ve smoked one the night before can be “very demure, very” because you know when you’re in a bad mood the next day, you’re not gonna wrap a new one. Your past self taking care of your future self, that’s “demure”. Satirically, ordering a Diet Coke after an ordering a pizza is “demure”. Technically, it’s “healthier”, but not really; and yet we still make little choices like that and allow it to make us feel a bit better about others who make other choices. Satirizing that false dichotomy has clearly been a source of catharsis for some people who make this content.

    The girl with the natural beat isn’t actually more productive at work than the girl with the green smokey eye, but in a society that stigmatizes hyper-femininity and takes it as less serious, we often allow ourselves to buy into that false assumption. To me, the power of these videos is that it draws attention to the false dichotomies we buy into and encourages us to laugh at them and I think we really need that right now.

  • Patriotic Bikinis and Other Ironies

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    This time last year, I was sitting in the passenger’s seat of my partner Edward’s car, tears falling down my face, reflecting the fireworks on the freeway as we returned from a long, unexpected trip to Tucson, Arizona. My mother had just passed away and I had just finished realizing that I was actually an adult. There’s something about sitting down at funeral home, discussing payment for a coffin, flowers and her last manicure that made me feel grown. I’d also just realized that despite a childhood full of concerns that the opposite would be true, as it turns out, I was the most successful person in my family. When push came to shove, no one else could afford to bury my mother. It all fell squarely on me, and of course, the life insurance (Thanks for the foresight, Mom.). A lot has changed about me since then. Losing my mom fundamentally shifted something within me. However, at that time, I was already on the continual path of reexamining how I was living my life.


    These past few years have been interesting. I guess my 30s are finally starting to really feel like my 30s. I’m starting to feel that discordant feeling of both closeness and distance towards who I used to be. I feel like I’ve been many people in my short 33, going on 34 years of life. When I reflect on my 20s, the biggest thing that I can say about them is that I took myself too seriously in many ways and I was too eager to be serious. I got into a relationship almost immediately after graduating college. In retrospect I think I was afraid to live life on my own. A relationship just felt like maybe the thing I should be doing and it’s funny to think that when it happened, I thought I was a late bloomer at just 21. I was very isolated and Youtube became the thing I did when my boyfriend was at work. It was never supposed to become what it ultimately became, and that’s part of why that relationship ended. He never expected me to become more successful than him, even though he never really grew career-wise during our relationship. Things stagnated and as I became more successful, I started seeing more of the world. As I saw more of the world, I realized how much I was holding myself back. How much happiness I had denied myself. How hard it was to be honest with him as it felt even harder to be honest with myself. But back then, most of my job was entrenching myself in political conversation that were almost always contentious and about the things I embodied. All during a time where, frankly, I hadn’t really allowed myself to experience much of life beyond my bedroom. When I left that relationship and I moved to LA, I felt like my life had finally started to begin. I went out a lot. I developing friendships. I developed relationships. I ended relationships. I found my scene and became a fixture within it. I was becoming an extrovert, and that’s how most people who know me now would describe me.

    However, during the pandemic, I remembered that I used to be an introvert. It took me back to the person I was during school. A person who was, objectively afraid of the world outside. Who spent all day inside, playing video games and forming an alternative identity online. A habit that would eventually lead to be becoming a Youtuber. I was one of the first overtly feminist, left leaning transgender creators on the platform and I got shit on pretty immensely for it. Many of those people have moved on and rebranded, as I’ve spoken about on this blog before, but their harassment of me had in many ways put me into a position where I fixated a bit too much on not just the politics of this country, but also the politics of online content creator communities that I’ve never really particularly cared for, in all honesty. It just encouraged me to develop bad habits. Not to mention, being one of the few made me arrogantly think that if I just made a video about something, perhaps I will have created the one thing that will change everything. Maybe my video will be the one that convinces people to no longer oppress transgender people. While it’s true to some degree thatover the years, I’ve changed a lot of hearts and a lot of minds, it was never fair for me to put that weight on my own shoulders. I started feeling overwhelmed by the pressure I once put on myself during the pandemic and I started questioning how sustainable it was for me. So i started asking myself a very different question after years and years of making content that I felt was forcing me to be hyper-fixated on things that made me miserable:

    “What would your blog look like if you started to have a bit more fun”.

    And so with that in mind, I’ve given myself the permission to be more emotive, more expressive and more creative. In truth, I’m in a phase of my creator journey where I am, for the first time, attempting to create content that, to me feels more like stereotypical, classic social media influencer type content. I’ve started focusing on instagram and Tiktok more and I’ve enjoyed the challenge of short, eye catching or mind boggling video. It’s been fun to try new things while also honing in a bit more on what exactly I’m doing. I’ve had some hurtles, but I actually have never felt more confident as a content creator. I now have a bit of a system and I’ve started to really enjoy writing a lot more. It was while I was sitting on my patio writing that I would get a call from my father saying that my mother had passed away.

    “Mumma’s Dead”

    He said to me through tears. And I knew how much he hurt in that moment. My father is not a perfect man, but one thing I have never doubted about him is how much he loved my mother. I think I learned what love looked like by seeing my father love my mother. Through her illness, he was always there. He didn’t leave her side just because she got sick. They’ve been together for most of their lives. When she passed, he began to deteriorate. I’ll never forget sitting out on my patio, receiving that phone call and screaming so loud that my neighbors popped their heads out to see if I was ok. I don’t think I’ll ever get over not being able to say good bye to her or not calling her as much as I should have. She passed away a few days before the 4th of July and honestly I was very worried I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the 4th of July this year for that reason.

    As an extension of trying to live a more creative life, I’ve decided to give myself permission to buy little costumes and such for my social media content and more. There’s a lingerie shop on Hollywood Blvd I go to sometimes called Lady Love. Avi apparently “makes” all of the bikinis in the store. They’re overpriced, but I guess there’s still something kinda novel to me about going into a lingerie shop and buying a bikini. One of my last delusional purchases from him was an American flag bikini. I actually saw one in a different store, but I like Avi. He’s a sweetheart and he tries his best to find something for his girls. He always makes a point of saying to me:

    “I make for Latoya!”

    as he pulls up an old dusty photo of a stage piece he made for Latoya Jackson many years ago.

    Like a lot of my shopping on Hollywood Blvd, I go for one thing, end up buying a bunch of other things. He has so many different colors and patterns of bikinis and to me, each one is a different photoshoot or costume base. I like the adjustable ones cuz I’m a thicker girl. Plus, I like the look. Avi has one of the few shops on the boulevard that actually carries plus sizes as well. While I was thumbing through bikinis, a thicker trans girl came into the store. She was also looking for something cute for pictures. I started talking to her about the stuff in the shop and then she told Avi

    “She’s good, you should give her a job”.

    I laughed. It sounds strange, but I’ve never really had a service job before. Youtube is really the only job I know. Well, aside from sex work. I was a cam girl for a very short period of time and through my life, I’ve done a lot of things for survival that were essentially sex work, but weren’t technically. Sometimes I know the girls I run into on the boulevard are working. That same day, actually, after grabbing two bikinis I looked at closely, and one American flag bikini I assumed fit me, I ran into a girl on the street. She actually stopped me because she recognized me. She was absolutely beautiful. Gorgeous skin, the most perfectly curated brows, a really cute little outfit. I couldn’t spook. I wouldn’t have even thought. But she told me she was a doll and that she was selling pussy on the boulevard. I didn’t even know that happened anymore out there… it was the middle of the day too. I was gagged for many reasons. Sometimes when I see younger transgender people, it’s interesting to me because they’re often so much better looking than any of the girls of my era were at that age, but they’re still struggling through their own complex battle with transphobia and how it impacts their ability to survive. As I stood there with my bag full of overpriced bikinis, I realized how fortunate I was to be purchasing them for “work” that I consider to be more rewarding than sex work ever was.

    Naturally, the bikini didn’t fit. I wasn’t adjustable and I was going purely off vibes. I’ve never had a problem with any of the bikinis I’ve purchased from him. Guess that’s what I get for not looking closely at everything. I took it back and Avi was happy to exchange it, but I couldn’t find one that was exactly like the one I already got. I liked the stars one on boobs and the bars on another with the stars as bottoms. Felt more iconic than other patterns. He worked with me for a while trying to turn what wasn’t a fully adjustable bikini into one by cutting up elastic adding new chord, but ultimately after about 10 minutes of trying to sort it out, I decided not to exchange it. I can just fix it with the new chord he gave me. All this fuss made me more committed to wear this damn bikini. I’m not remotely patriotic, but there was something about the process of me getting the idea to get the bikini, then buying it, then fussing over it that made me think to myself “I’m gonna wear this for the forth of July and I’m gonna have fun!”. It’s like the tackiness of an American flag bikini gave me the permission to deliberately have fun, as opposed to accidentally. So I made it my goal to make this year’s forth of july celebration better more memorable than last year’s.

    When I think of the 4th of July, I think of my father taking out a bunch of folding chairs and sitting them on our front lawn so we can watch the fireworks from the local High School. We never did much, just sat as a family and watched fireworks. How boring. I guess I’ve always wanted to do more so a few years ago, I decided to go to somewhere patriotic for the occasion: Texas. I know this may surprise some of you, but I’ve always been the kinda person who prefers the local vibe, even if that local vibe is kinda redneck. I don’t like limiting myself to liberal areas and I think the fact that I started drinking and going out in Orange County probably has a lot to do with that. I’ve never had an unpleasant time in a more conservative town, but there’s always time for a first. At that point, I could never say I traveled to Texas on purpose for a reason that wasn’t work, so I thought I’d give it a go. However, when I landed in Austin and immediately realized that I could have stood to do more planning. Maybe I shouldn’t entirely follow my bliss and should actually do some googling as well. I wanted to ride a few cowboys and what I got instead were Silverlake hipsters. Daggumit! I do mean that literally too; Austin is just LA 2.0. But I went to the nude lake and that was pretty fun so it is what it is! Interestingly enough though, I missed the fireworks. But I had fun nonetheless.

    This year, my partner Alexander invited Edward and I to his BBQ. Of my partners, Alexander is the most classic white boy of them all. He loves finding a loose excuse to do a BBQ. Im sure I could convince him to do one for Juneteenth if I really wanted to. He works at a pretty straight-laced company, but some of his coworkers are regular fixtures at his BBQs. Sometimes that cracks me up. Alexander is married and his wife has a boyfriend who lives with them. And then there’s me, his black transgender girlfriend whom he has never attempted to pretend doesn’t exist. So I guess you gotta be very cool with all of that to get the invite even though none of these subjects ever come up in conversation. Alexander recently purchased a home and ever since we’ve been dating, we’ve talked about him getting a jacuzzi and of course he finally did. When I got that bikini, I knew I’d be wearing it in his jacuzzi. I think of my partners, he’s the one I enjoy being sexy for the most. Obviously, my partners are all very attracted to me, but he has such boyish glee when I wear something cheeky around him. He’s my most vanilla and straight laced partner so I guess it kinda makes sense, but playing off of that makes me happy because he makes me very happy. So I knew that I wanted to be in his jacuzzi for the 4th.

    You’ll notice I’ve not mentioned anything about my appreciation for America’s independence. Frankly, I can’t think of a time I’ve been less patriotic in my life. Did you see the debate? I certainly didn’t. But that’s just a continuation of my pandemic-inspired trend of disengaging from politics. When Trump was elected the first time, it shattered a lot of the remaining liberal sentiment within me. It became more clear to me how little power I have to really move the needle in any way. During that time, I uploaded a video essay called The Rebranding of White Nationalism. I made it with a desire to draw attention to the fact that fascism may indeed remerge in a particularly racialized way. And it wasn’t like I was pulling that out of my ass. Many people who are close to Trump have very publicly traded in white supremacist conspiracy theories like the great replacement and that’s only gotten worse since. Back then, I got a lot of attacks from people who essentially said that I was pulling it out of my ass. Trying desperately to find racism where there was none. Many people spoke to me as though I had never done any research about the subject, when in reality, the research about the subject honestly low-key traumatized me. Living in conservative areas for most of my life has made me more willing to consider that perhaps a conservative is making a valid point or has a reason to feel how they feel. But the problem is, the people whose goal it is to instill a type of white/christian nationalism in this country have played the long con. They have worked for a very long time to gain the power they’ve been gaining and liberals have largely allowed them to do so. I can’t be proud to be an American when my options for president are the person who said it would be one of their top priorities to make my life harder as a trans woman and a man who shamelessly sides with Zionism. Neither of these men speak to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still gonna vote in every single election, but I’m certainly not going to brag about my vote and I’ve never been able to.

    Youtube forcibly privated that video essay because it discussed the Christchurch shooting. I was going to rework the video, and then I decided against it. While a lot of people told me I was crazy back then, and many even said I was being outlandish for accusing certain conservative figures for being in bed with white nationalist interests, things have gotten much more blatant. There is no question now that many of the things I said in that video were indeed correct, and that much of what we are seeing happen now is the result of repackaging very racist ideas in plausibly deniably ways. I think having so many people attack me for saying that back then kinda impacted me and made me realize how impossible it is to communicate these things to people who are honestly so undereducated that they truly believe you’re speaking in conspiracies. And the more you look into that, the more you realize that is by design. Educating against that is an uphill battle, and frankly, there are much better educators out there now who can make that content more effective than I’d ever been able to.

    A few years ago, I had a thought. Let’s say that they get what they want. Let’s say that transgender people are all rounded up and permanently separated from public life. Let’s say that in a few years, my freedoms will be severely limited in a way they aren’t right now. When I look back at this time in my life, I don’t want to think of the hours I spent on Twitter defending myself. I don’t want to think of the long political video essays I worked on to no effect. I don’t want to think of all of the exhausting political conversations I had that went nowhere, but would become anecdotes in a conservative’s story about engaging with an undesirable. I want to enjoy my life. I want to enjoy my remaining days of freedom if that freedom is indeed going to be taken from me.

    My doctor has me on injectable hormones and I’m supposed to be getting a new vial every month, but I realized that I didn’t really need to do that. I can just keep using the same vial and as long as I purchase syringes and needles, I can take one vial and use it for several months. Even though it feels impossible right now, it’s very possible that this time next year, I will lose complete access to my hormones. So even though I don’t want to and even though it’s expensive, I am going to keep filling my prescription every month so that I can have backup if I need it. Right now, i’m thinking a lot about how important it will become to create a local network for mutual support and aid. I host a large monthly gathering largely for this reason. Disconnecting from social media has made me more aware of the people around me and how technology has created a superficial boundary that has allowed me, as a person of a certain class to distance myself from the layer of our society that has no access to the net at all. If the internet is gone, our communities and the networks we build within our communities will become more important. There have been times in my life that I’ve gone years without introducing myself to my neighbors. That’s changed. Withdrawing a bit has allowed me to have other energy for other things. I feel guilty about it in a way, but I’ve been enjoying my life much more. If I’m wrong, the worst I’ve been is fiercely defensive of my mental health. If I’m right, I’ll at least have a backlog of positive memories. Part of why I’m writing this post is because I wanted to be able to look back at this 4th of July as one of those moments.

    Selfie from Edward’s closet

    Edward and I got to Alexander’s BBQ pretty late. I had a date earlier in the week and I thought I’d left my purse at the restaurant, but it turns out it was just buried under a bunch of stuff on my couch. I spent a really long time looking for it and didn’t leave my place until the BBQ had already started. Very typical for Kathryn. I’m fairly convinced I have ADHD. When we got there, Alexander was of course wearing his cute BBQ bib, playing his role as man of the house, king of the grill. He made this really delicious brisket and pork. I’m remembering that we still have a bit of it in the fridge (I’ll get to that before Edward does today.). Alexander’s wife decided that we would start a new tradition! Piñatas for the 4th!


    I hadn’t hit one in so long and these were pretty tough to crack. I had completely forgotten that this used to be one of my favorite things to do as a kid. I loved having any socially acceptable excuse to hit something. We made a makeshift string out of zip ties and then we each took turns hitting it. I actually ended up busting open one that had a bunch of savory snacks inside. Another had these little cheap liquor bottles in it. I was judged by everyone for collecting the little fireball shooters. Those remind me of making bad decisions in my teens.

    When the party was almost over and most people had left, Edward and Alexander and I all go into the jacuzzi and I finally reached my goal of sitting in my boyfriends jacuzzi with my other boyfriend wearing that bikini I got from Lady Love. Predictably, both Alexander and Edward are engineers and one of the things I love about dating an engineer is randomly asking them how things work. I hadn’t thought of how fireworks were made so I asked them and they both explained it to me. Apparently certain metals, when mixed with gunpowder will put off specific colors when they explode. How cool is that? I know that every time I look up at fireworks, along with thinking about my mom, I’ll always think of this moment where two men I love are sharing this intentional space with me. Celebrating.. I guess BBQ and fireworks with me. I loved watching fireworks from the Jacuzzi. Edward and I just reached our 4th year together and Alexander and I have been together for just over 5. I love them both a lot and I know they both love me a lot and I’m so thankful for them and their ability to share this particular time with me. I’m not sure what I’d do without them honestly. Edward is great at keeping me on track and keeping me realistic while also reminding me not to take myself too seriously. And Alexander is great at making me always feel protected, valued and nurtured. Yeah, i’d feel how I feel about myself without them, but at the same time, it’s much easier with them here. Historically, my obsession with political discussions online has made it harder for me to truly appreciate my partners. My ex would tell you that was maybe a big issue in our relationship. I feel that my appreciation for my partners has greatly expanded as I’ve withdrawn from political discussion on social media. I certainly don’t regret that.

    On our way home, Edward and I got stopped in a street closure. Youngsters mobbed a major intersection near UCS and set off fireworks and drove their cars recklessly.



    I could feel the younger, more conservative version of me being annoyed by this, but the newer me wanted to join them. I saw, in a very small way, how a group of very dedicated people can stop traffic, cause a scene, regroup and then disperse…all for a little bit of fun. To me, it’s very clear that the direction this country is headed in is one that will indeed inspire some type of uprising. Conservatives know that their beliefs are not popular and they know they do not speak for the majority. That’s why their tactics are such a long con. Look into project 2025. It is not, and has never been, something that could have been solved through this election. Much of it happened under Biden. Conservatives eagerly defund education so that voters aren’t informed enough to know better and vote accordingly. I don’t think they stopped traffic because they just loved America so much that they felt compelled to disturb the peace. In fact, I’d argue that was actually a direct response to fireworks being banned in the city. I suppose seeing this little moment of disruption gave me a bit of hope that we won’t take it all laying down if it ever gets there. In a strange way that gave me hope.

    I wonder if I’ll be able to do this all again next year…