Priestesses of the goddess. All beautiful, as everything created by the goddess is beautiful. They liked to think of themselves as “the real women”. Never let a man to inflitrate their ranks. Their lifes’ mission was to find the next incarnation of the highest being. The most beautiful, the ancient mother, the Woman. They were looking in the stars and finally found her. Every calculation was deemed right. The religion had to reevaluate itself. The incarnation of the goddess was a transwoman.
THAT’S RIGHT BITCHES I’M HERE TO KICK SOME NAMES AND TAKE SOME ASS
I couldn’t NOT write this.
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I lived alone. People for some reason simply despised me. Perhaps it was my power? No, for if it was my power they feared they would not have chased me from the village. These people were mean, but they weren’t stupid. I became the village cat and dog caretaker. If someone had a hunting dog that was injured, or a cat that needed to be taken care of, I was the one you were told to visit. It was all they trusted me to do. Consequently, my hut on the edge of the forest was constantly surrounded by many, many cats. The children loved to play on the dirt road leading to my house, as the cats were friendly, but they were told never to speak to me, and to run if they saw me.
Until that day, I had never seen a friendly face. Just faces that told me I was wrong, that I should be ashamed of myself. But I refused to be. Maybe that’s why the goddess chose me. Maybe that was because the goddess chose me. I don’t know. All I know is the first smile I had ever seen came from the tribe of beautiful women that came through town.
I watched them from afar, as the village could be seen from my house. The twenty beautiful women, all strong and sure of themselves, some heavy of step and loud of voice, some with all the feminine quiet and gentleness of a hummingbird. They spoke with the villagers, and I went back inside, as I couldn’t hear.
Hours later, there was a knock at my door. I sighed, expecting a hurt animal of some sort. I opened my door and was surprised to see three of the twenty women from earlier. One of them had shoulder-length hair and wore a battle tunic. The others, twins by the looks of them, each carried a sword on their belt but wore the types of dresses I would expect on a priestess. The battle girl was clearly older.
“Hello,” the battle girl said before I could say anything. “We were looking for you. I am Genevieve and these are my sisters, Tasha and Leana. May we come into your home?”
Surprised but interested in the newcomers, I nodded and let them in. One of the twins, Leana, smiled at me as she passed through. I was shocked. They were showing me hospitality?
The battle girl cleared her throat. “I’m sure this is all very strange to you, as the villagers told us you don’t get many kind visitors.” She looked around before turning back to me. “Are you Delilah, daughter of the fifth chief?”
I smiled. “You’re the first to ever say I was his daughter. Yes. My father passed away years ago. After seeing the son of the chief act as I have, they… they dethroned him.”
The girls nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry for your loss,” Tasha says quietly.
I shrugged. “That was years ago.” A couple of my cats, a tabby and a calico, approached me and I stroked their backs affectionately. I turned back to the girls. “What is it you came for?”
The battle girl closed her eyes, sighing. “We’ve undergone many hardships these past few years to find you. We did all we could. However, we had to rethink our entire religion. All because of you.” Although her words seem to blame me for hardship, the twinkle in her eyes says she finds it amusing. “We are the current leaders of a cult that follows the goddess of femininity. She has had so many different names, we simply refer to her as the goddess.”
I nod. “You’re the Femmeans, then?”
“Exactly!” She beams. “So you’ve heard of us!”
I shrug. “Everyone has. I’m honored to have such nobility in my home,” I add, not wanting to be rude.
The three girls look at each other. Leana chuckles. “Well, it should not be your honor to have us, but ours to have you. We believe you are the next Vessel of the Goddess, but until we train you in our ways, she cannot use you.”
I’m reeling as I sit down. The goddess? Me? Do they even know about… what I am? I look up. “There’s something about me you should know.”
“The villagers told us. They said you have the parts of a man but behave as a woman. That was all part of the prophecy given to us by the last Vessel.” Leana meets my eyes bravely, as the others refuse to look at me now that they have stated my supposed higher rank. “Will you come with us?”
The other girls look up. I’m extremely confused, but when I look around, I realize I haven’t got anything else left here. I have no future. So I stand back up, face them, and declare my position.
“I will.”
They think it is profound to make god a man and hate and steal female spirituality.
Deifying a trans males as life creators is what the patriarchs of old did and their grandsons are continuing the patriarchal tradition.
Trans males should contact brothers in the Catholic church. They have so much in common.
Priestesses of the goddess. All beautiful, as everything created by the goddess is beautiful. They liked to think of themselves as “the real women”. Never let a man to inflitrate their ranks. Their lifes’ mission was to find the next incarnation of the highest being. The most beautiful, the ancient mother, the Woman. They were looking in the stars and finally found her. Every calculation was deemed right. The religion had to reevaluate itself. The incarnation of the goddess was a transwoman.
THAT’S RIGHT BITCHES I’M HERE TO KICK SOME NAMES AND TAKE SOME ASS
I couldn’t NOT write this.
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I lived alone. People for some reason simply despised me. Perhaps it was my power? No, for if it was my power they feared they would not have chased me from the village. These people were mean, but they weren’t stupid. I became the village cat and dog caretaker. If someone had a hunting dog that was injured, or a cat that needed to be taken care of, I was the one you were told to visit. It was all they trusted me to do. Consequently, my hut on the edge of the forest was constantly surrounded by many, many cats. The children loved to play on the dirt road leading to my house, as the cats were friendly, but they were told never to speak to me, and to run if they saw me.
Until that day, I had never seen a friendly face. Just faces that told me I was wrong, that I should be ashamed of myself. But I refused to be. Maybe that’s why the goddess chose me. Maybe that was because the goddess chose me. I don’t know. All I know is the first smile I had ever seen came from the tribe of beautiful women that came through town.
I watched them from afar, as the village could be seen from my house. The twenty beautiful women, all strong and sure of themselves, some heavy of step and loud of voice, some with all the feminine quiet and gentleness of a hummingbird. They spoke with the villagers, and I went back inside, as I couldn’t hear.
Hours later, there was a knock at my door. I sighed, expecting a hurt animal of some sort. I opened my door and was surprised to see three of the twenty women from earlier. One of them had shoulder-length hair and wore a battle tunic. The others, twins by the looks of them, each carried a sword on their belt but wore the types of dresses I would expect on a priestess. The battle girl was clearly older.
“Hello,” the battle girl said before I could say anything. “We were looking for you. I am Genevieve and these are my sisters, Tasha and Leana. May we come into your home?”
Surprised but interested in the newcomers, I nodded and let them in. One of the twins, Leana, smiled at me as she passed through. I was shocked. They were showing me hospitality?
The battle girl cleared her throat. “I’m sure this is all very strange to you, as the villagers told us you don’t get many kind visitors.” She looked around before turning back to me. “Are you Delilah, daughter of the fifth chief?”
I smiled. “You’re the first to ever say I was his daughter. Yes. My father passed away years ago. After seeing the son of the chief act as I have, they… they dethroned him.”
The girls nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry for your loss,” Tasha says quietly.
I shrugged. “That was years ago.” A couple of my cats, a tabby and a calico, approached me and I stroked their backs affectionately. I turned back to the girls. “What is it you came for?”
The battle girl closed her eyes, sighing. “We’ve undergone many hardships these past few years to find you. We did all we could. However, we had to rethink our entire religion. All because of you.” Although her words seem to blame me for hardship, the twinkle in her eyes says she finds it amusing. “We are the current leaders of a cult that follows the goddess of femininity. She has had so many different names, we simply refer to her as the goddess.”
I nod. “You’re the Femmeans, then?”
“Exactly!” She beams. “So you’ve heard of us!”
I shrug. “Everyone has. I’m honored to have such nobility in my home,” I add, not wanting to be rude.
The three girls look at each other. Leana chuckles. “Well, it should not be your honor to have us, but ours to have you. We believe you are the next Vessel of the Goddess, but until we train you in our ways, she cannot use you.”
I’m reeling as I sit down. The goddess? Me? Do they even know about… what I am? I look up. “There’s something about me you should know.”
“The villagers told us. They said you have the parts of a man but behave as a woman. That was all part of the prophecy given to us by the last Vessel.” Leana meets my eyes bravely, as the others refuse to look at me now that they have stated my supposed higher rank. “Will you come with us?”
The other girls look up. I’m extremely confused, but when I look around, I realize I haven’t got anything else left here. I have no future. So I stand back up, face them, and declare my position.
“I will.”
They think it is profound to make god a man and hate and steal female spirituality.
Deifying a trans males as life creators is what the patriarchs of old did and their grandsons are continuing the patriarchal tradition.
Trans males should contact brothers in the Catholic church. They have so much in common.
terf rhetoric kind of falls apart once you bring up straight trans women, and as a result they can’t paint themselves as victims. they start talking about hyperrealistic neo-vaginas and plasticated seductresses that destroy traditional families and corrupt their poor straight boyfriends and husbands. that’s where the real resemblance to right-wing conservatism is most obvious.
Straight trans women and trans lesbians dating primarily other trans women make them short circuit and turn into Pat Robertson
I’d need to look up the thread, but basically TERFs came straight out of conservative Catholicism
You are confusing stereotypes about your enemies.
Radfem criticism of gay trans males is that they are often misogynistic (look at Blaire White or Theryn Meyer) and still have male privilege not fears that gay trans males are trying to take our boyfriends or husbands or traditional families.
terf rhetoric kind of falls apart once you bring up straight trans women, and as a result they can’t paint themselves as victims. they start talking about hyperrealistic neo-vaginas and plasticated seductresses that destroy traditional families and corrupt their poor straight boyfriends and husbands. that’s where the real resemblance to right-wing conservatism is most obvious.
Straight trans women and trans lesbians dating primarily other trans women make them short circuit and turn into Pat Robertson
I’d need to look up the thread, but basically TERFs came straight out of conservative Catholicism
You are confusing stereotypes about your enemies.
Radfem criticism of gay trans males is that they are often misogynistic (look at Blaire White or Theryn Meyer) and still have male privilege not fears that gay trans males are trying to take our boyfriends or husbands or traditional families.
Celtyradfem 