My paternal grandmother lives in the mountains of Haiti. She refuses to leave her little plot of land and her animals. Till this day, I have yet to see my grandmother wear heels, lipstick or any sort of makeup. She was married young, she had 8 children which she raised while still working the farmlands. My grandmother doesn’t wear pink, My grandmother doesn’t pitch her voice purposely, my grandmother does flutter her eyelashes, she doesn’t wear glitter, the most she’ll ever do with her syrupy black hair is two Wendy style braids.
My grandmother never had to wake up and contemplate that she was a woman. Her mere existence is a staunch reminder of that. The toll of being woman is marked throughout her body. From raking framlands with a full belly, to feeling her sore old joints when she lays at night, a reminder of the burden of womanhood at old age. Her dark and aged fingers tells the story of the earth she worked and the children she cared for. I refuse to allow anyone overshadow her womanhood with high heels and gold dresses and a penis. Fuck that. You know nothing about being a woman.
My paternal grandmother lives in the mountains of Haiti. She refuses to leave her little plot of land and her animals. Till this day, I have yet to see my grandmother wear heels, lipstick or any sort of makeup. She was married young, she had 8 children which she raised while still working the farmlands. My grandmother doesn’t wear pink, My grandmother doesn’t pitch her voice purposely, my grandmother does flutter her eyelashes, she doesn’t wear glitter, the most she’ll ever do with her syrupy black hair is two Wendy style braids.
My grandmother never had to wake up and contemplate that she was a woman. Her mere existence is a staunch reminder of that. The toll of being woman is marked throughout her body. From raking framlands with a full belly, to feeling her sore old joints when she lays at night, a reminder of the burden of womanhood at old age. Her dark and aged fingers tells the story of the earth she worked and the children she cared for. I refuse to allow anyone overshadow her womanhood with high heels and gold dresses and a penis. Fuck that. You know nothing about being a woman.
I have not yet seen a single photo of a trans “woman” where I cannot tell that they are male. Even the ones who’ve spent money untold on surgeries. I can always tell.
Trans “men” are different. Sometimes they do fool me, but also we all already know that it’s easier for females to pass as male than vice versa.
I have not yet seen a single photo of a trans “woman” where I cannot tell that they are male. Even the ones who’ve spent money untold on surgeries. I can always tell.
Trans “men” are different. Sometimes they do fool me, but also we all already know that it’s easier for females to pass as male than vice versa.
Celtyradfem 