Hear ye, hear ye, my cisgendered flist...go thou and read this right now.

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Then link thee and spread it far and wide. For there is much BS to shovel away and too many lives on the line.

via:voz_latina

Is Cis A Dis? And other air castles to storm…

Nuclear Unicorn and I have come to the table of friendship together because 1) we like each other, and 2) we recognize that we are stronger in our struggles together than apart. I am so grateful everyday that I can pick up the phone and call her and we get each other. I don’t have to explain to her what time it is. But here’s the thing: I have a loaded gun that the Patriarchy has given me. I am a cis-person; it was issued to me at birth. That gun sits on the table between us. It is a gun that, if I ever chose to use it, could totally destroy her life, or at least injure her grievously. It is a gun that I will always have forever, even if we leave the table of friendship. If, 20 years from now, Nuclear Unicorn and I have long since parted ways and, say, she goes on to become some famous author and chooses to not be out about her transition, I could cock and fire at her with a few strategic phone calls… or just casual careless babbling to people I don’t know well. There is nothing that will change that until society chooses to take the bullets out of that gun by giving Nuclear Unicorn her full human rights and social dignity, so that if I decided to pick it up and fire it at her, it will have no bullets in it, and I will look just as stupid and offensively bigoted as KKK members seem to us today.

Society must take away my gun. It should not be on the table between us. That I would never use it is totally irrelevant. That Nuclear Unicorn has chosen to trust me not to reach for it, or threaten to reach for it in order to compel her to do something against her will, is a beautiful thing and it is humbling to me that she does trust me so implicitly. But, that’s not the fucking point. No one should ever have to trust someone like that, because no one should have the fucking gun to begin with. I may not want it, but I can’t get rid of it. I can’t just say, “there is no gun”, because there is. It’s right fucking there between us on the table and we both know that. It is a constant reminder of how much privilege I have over her, and while I might find the gun disgusting and may work with her against it’s issuance to me, I will never have as much motivation as she does.MORE

Comments

[oneshysistah.livejournal.com]

Great read. Thanks for sharing.

[unusualmusic.livejournal.com]

no prob!

[virginia-fell.livejournal.com]

That's a really extraordinary metaphor.

[unusualmusic.livejournal.com]

indeed it is.

[cobecat.livejournal.com]

This was really interesting, frightening though it was; it definitely makes me appreciate the people helping and supporting me and my gender-fucked-ness and never making me feel like they would ever use that gun. Thanks for the link!