Okay, #LesbianRomance Fedi! Have any of you actually in real life fake dated someone you had feelings for, and did it involve fake-dating-sex?

Reflections on “KPop Demon Hunters” and the line “I don’t know why I didn’t trust you to be on my side” #ThingsYouCantUnsay #trans #transition #KPopDemonHunters’s main character, Rumi, is very trans. I want to focus on the last line of the first verse from the climactic song, “What It Sounds Like”: “I don’t know why I didn’t trust you to be on my side.” That line is apocalyptic fire. It is sung in a spirit of apology and reconciliation, and Rumi, girl, they don’t deserve it. You are taking your first steps into the world as a forcibly outed trans woman, and they don’t deserve your apologies. And you know it. You don’t want to know it. You want to forget that you know it. But on some level, you are aware of why you didn’t trust them to be on your side. Because when you came to them for support, they didn’t turn their backs on you. Oh no. They saw you as too dangerous for that. They raised their weapons to ward you off, as you stood, unarmed and exposed. They did rejoin you, in time, but they didn’t help you rise from that crushing experience. You had to pick yourself up, make your own choice to BURN DOWN the world you had been building with them and conceive of a whole new understanding of how you should be and what that should mean for the people around you, and then step out into the light and FIGHT for that world. THEN they were inspired to return to you, learn from you, fight beside you, and embrace you for who you are. They support you. But you will always know that you had to stand on your own to win that support. THAT is why you didn’t trust them to be on your side. 1/2

Reflections on the Courts and History on the day of SCOTUS’s Skrmetti Ruling, June 18, 2025 #ThingsYouCantUnsay #trans The courts don’t have power on their own; they don’t have an armed group to back them up, and at the moment, none of the groups with weapons are interested in listening to them. So I don’t much care which way the courts rule, because the enforcers of my oppression don’t care, either. We’ve been fighting the guerrilla war against oppression for millennia. It’s all one conflict - racism, capitalism, and patriarchy in favor of economic inequality and against everyone. My weapons are my trans pride pendant, my presence, and my story. I don’t expect to topple the patriarchy. Not in my lifetime, nor in the lifetimes of my children unto uncounted generations. If we set our goal at: “society accepts us as ourselves and ends our oppression while we are alive to see it” we are going to be disappointed. But maybe I can create an eddy in time and space where it’s safer for my siblings to take refuge. Maybe I can hope to be a story they tell, slowly merged with my sisters into some amalgamated mythic “trans girls who left a mark on our collective hearts during one of the many dark times in our collective history.” Those kinds of people inspire me. And they beckon me to join them. They tell me I don’t need to be a Great Man Of History to matter to people like me. They tell me those assholes are why we’re in this mess. They remind me that none of us make it out of life alive, so the most important thing I can do is figure out how to be me, and then do that in the most me way possible. Pick my battles - fight the ones that are about being myself. Let the rest go. And let others know me, in whatever way I want to be known, so my life can be one of the numberless stars that slowly disperses the darkness keeping others in the closet. So those folks can start the cycle anew. That’s how I change the course of the bit of history that flows through my life and into the lives of those around me.