Brainwyrms

by Alison Rumfitt

The UK government just put out a decree banning transgenderism.

got so used to coming out that I know I’ll miss it, so let me do it one last time: I am transgender and I am a lesbian and I’m scared.

They were making progress every day. Even the Conservative Party just pledged to try and reform the process to make it easier for trans kids! That was then, and this is now: that future my Mother promised me never came to pass. I got my tits and my cunt, thank God.

It started with a couple of Guardian journalists and a sitcom writer, but soon their brain-eating transphobic parasitic mindvirus had washed across half of Britain’s media landscape.

TRANS WOMAN: You don’t think of me as a woman, do you? MAN: What? Of course I do. TRANS WOMAN: It bothers you that I used to be a man! MAN: No! I love that you used to be a man – it’s your thing. I love thinking about that operation you had.

When you have cut down all the trees and mined all the mountains, when you have analysed all your dreams, there will be nothing left for you to break.

I was born with a dick in my brain. Eminem, ‘Insane’

The same sort of worm that was inside Vanya’s head.

All Vanya could do was tell her that she looked sick, and they said it without much sympathy, if any. Frankie grimaced. “I don’t feel good, Vanya. Can you just come here please? I need…” “I’m fine where I am.”

Danm thats cold AF!! She dont give af about frankie.

“You an-and your … fucking gang of rich freaks. You … dump me … leave me all alone … then you shove those things inside of me. This is all your fault!”

“The … It came inside me,” she said. “But you don’t have a fucking womb. You’re a trans woman. You don’t have…”

Ok s wtf came in her sinces shes trans. Im curious af.

“I have an impregnation fetish.”

She knew exactly what she liked, but there was no way she was about to open with “I have an impregnation fetish” to someone who was presumably not in possession of a cock.

-frankie

I like being choked and spanked and fucked hard. I like … stuff when I’m asleep. Um … I like rape play and age play, you know,” said Vanya. Their face was so cute. It seemed so wrong saying these things. I like rape.

-vanya

Frankie lied to cis men all the time. To some of them, she elected to tell a selective truth and avoided disclosing her transgender status, something she knew would get her branded as a rapist by some people online, and even by some Members of Parliament. But it didn’t matter, they liked her pussy just as much as any pussy they’d ever had. Sometimes they liked it more. Often, they liked it more. Other guys, the ones who were fags, chasers, eggs, or just plain transamorous men, she told the truth to, but she would lie about other things.

Vanya shut their eyes and opened up their mouth, and Frankie understood that they were on the same wavelength. Their mouth was a beautifully crafted ivory urinal. Bespoke. You were made for me, Vanya, she thought, as she relaxed her muscles and shuffled forwards to get into position.

was hard to describe what was fun about it. In a way, it was easier to understand what was hot about being pissed on – that was so degrading, so filthy. But pissing on someone … The pisser is dominant, but pissing itself is a moment of pure vulnerability. It’s about loss of control. The power dynamics were more complicated than they appeared to outsiders.

“Oh God,” she said, and looked down as urine flushed out of her, all over Vanya’s face. Most of it flowed into their mouth, but Frankie wasn’t an expert markswoman. It splashed on their cheeks, on their nose. Droplets got in their hair. “Drink it up you fucking slut,” she said. Vanya swallowed once she had finished, and then opened their eyes up to look into her face. Frankie had never felt this close to anybody. This was the intimacy people talked about, the thing she had always considered purely theoretical.

Ok now this is hot. I had to read tbis shit twice . I def have a fantasy about being pissed on . Im deff not drinking the piss thi. This girl just fucked a whole gay mae before pissing in her mouth ad letting her eat her out. THAT IS WILLLE! -yall both need and std check up after THIS - her PH gonna be ALL OFF

So, sure. I sympathise with the person who planted a bomb at the gender clinic. That doesn’t mean I am a terrorist sympathiser because that person is not necessarily a terrorist – they are a person who, misguidedly, felt they only had one course of action to stop what they perceived as a rising threat.

say “they”, but we know this person was a woman and a mother. We do not know who she is yet, but someone claiming to be her, via an anonymous account on a forum, posted an outline of why she did it. She was a mother anxious about what was happening to her daughter. Her daughter had been, in her words, radicalised, which, in turn, caused her to be radicalised too. She wanted to stop the tide that was spreading, causing her daughter to hate her body and want to, in her words, “mutilate herself”. Now, the way she went about that was horrible. There are proper channels for this. But, and this is heavy to admit, especially to myself, I sympathise with the fact that she felt she had been failed by those proper channels.

I dont still fell like that was a valid reason to what she did. She killed innocent people. In my mind shes and old, white karen whos racists AND TRANSPHOBIC.

Claire Greenaway, a professor of philosophy at Oxford, recently posted an image on Twitter of the vandalism done to her office the day after she published a piece concerning her worries about transgender individuals participating in women’s rowing. Just for speaking her mind, her place of work was attacked, graffitied, and her personhood smeared. And this is the case all over. Every time a woman dares speak on this topic, the same thing happens.

Unfortuanately this happends in real life.. I feel both sides have aa right to feel how they feel.

if you want my honest opinion? This won’t be the last time this happens, unless the climate around the debate changes. We have to let people speak their mind without silencing them, or more people will die. It is inevitable.

I want everybody to feel safe. I want trans individuals to feel safe and secure, and I want women, I want mothers, to feel safe and secure. This is not, currently, the situation, and I don’t know for certain how we should get there.

Trans people will claim that they are being murdered but, overwhelmingly, it is not women who do the murdering: it is men. Men are our common enemy, yet we fight among ourselves, smearing the other side as “transphobic”, or “not real feminists”.

@feministallyfather34: Every day I worry that my daughter will cme home and tell me she wants to wear a “binder” and defile her beautiful breasts.

Honestly its her choice and body if she chooses to .. Your obvously in love with her breast more than she is.

They caught a look at themselves in the window of a parked car. Dark circles, greasy hair, pale skin, bruised thighs … They snapped a selfie and sent it to the number Frankie had left. Love how punished I look. Hope to see you again. Vanya x

Vanya was bad news; she wasn’t too stupid to realise that. They were young, although she didn’t know how young. They looked like they might have some kind of eating disorder. She didn’t know where their limits were, or even if they had any.

No, no, they weren’t underage. They were eighteen, nineteen next month.

“Daddy?” He bent over her while he thrust into her gently. “Yes?” “Will you … will you get me pregnant?” To his credit, he took it in his stride. “I don’t think you have a choice in the matter.” He started to thrust harder.

“I’m your girl, Daddy.” “Yes, yes you are.” “Am I your girl?” “Yes, you are, you’re Daddy’s little girlie.” “Am I your fertile little girl?” Tears in her eyes when he said she was. With each thrust from him, she thought to herself, I am a traitor, I am a traitor, I am a traitor to the cause.

ANON asked @recoverbunny: whatr you said about having had a tapewoirm whem you had anorwxia I relate to that so much I did the same except I kept it and I loved that it wa\s inside me it Mad3e my pussy sooo wet it made me so wet and my girlfrue nds who also had anoexia also she got one too and her pussy was so wet by the whole thing NSD WER userd to trib all day long yuntil she broke UP with me the BITCH THWE BITCH THE B8ITCH

Wtf ?

ANON asked @redflagworldover: CONFESSION TIME …. I have a kink for having parasites and giving other people parasites … I love it so much I love the thought of it I cant get enough of it .. is that normal?

Im speechless.

She kept having fantasies of touching her own cunt and finding it slick and wet. But she couldn’t get wet, she knew that in the fantasy. Her fingers would come away and she would see that they were covered in blood. She would feel the pain, suddenly sharp in her abdomen, and know that even after all this time her body had somehow decided, or realised, that her cunt was a cut in between her thighs.

Another fantasy, one that started the same: she would go to touch herself and find that her skin had sealed her pussy shut after her brain had registered it as a wound, and she would press her fingers on the blank fresh clean skin where her genitals should have been. Her urethra would be sealed shut too, and her piss would build up inside of her until her bladder burst, flooding her insides and causing them to go septic. She would have to take a knife and cut the skin away from where it had grown over her lips and her clit, carefully so as not to cut open the vulva itself. If her hand slipped then … the wet yawn, the ripped muscle. The carrion comfort.

“Because I hurt you.” “I don’t care.” They were looking out of the window. “It’s fine, really. It’s what God made me for.”

“I do think we are trying. You know, every time I see someone being misogynist in the name of transsexual causes, I tell them what they’re doing. I try to distribute as much feminist writing as I can to other transsexuals who perhaps might be potentially persuaded or do not have much of a political engagement. But it’s an uphill battle. I think the lines are getting further apart. And what’s worse is that I see so many of them, transactivists, transgenderists, now calling themselves transsexuals proudly, some of them without even bothering to go through the process. Which is quite offensive, really.”

“I mean, calling it out, as I said. Every time I see it. Do you … think I, we, could be doing more?” “Yes,” said Helen. “What?” “I think that’s more on you to answer,” she said.

Shes a bitch and clearly she still looks at her as a man.

Their pubic hair was very dark, their pussy was bright red. And from the lips of their cunt dangled worms. It was the worms she stared at, trying to determine if they were real, and if they were real, how she should act.

“Fat tranny,” he whispered in her ear as he pushed her outside into the early morning sun. His breath smelled sweet, like the syrup he had made her drink.

So he didnt like her t begin with, what a fucking assshole.