Uh-oh…Over at ‘Aratina Cage’, someone seems to be getting very upset about being accused of being transphobic and sizeist all because he said something as innocuous as:
“Fuck off Becky you trans fatty transsexual.”
“The Aratina Cage comment is awful. It’s insensitive and cruel, making fun of both transsexuals and fat people, apparently. Moreover, it’s stupid, unnecessary, and not funny. Why people want to spend their time on the internet calling each other names is beyond me. I don’t use “tranny” myself, but I can see situations where I might, as a term of affection, with someone I know well. If someone objects to my use of a word in a certain circumstance, I’ll apologize for my insensitivity and stop immediately. That hasn’t happened to me yet. So I hope I’m doing OK in that regard. Just because I don’t condone censorship, doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention to social cues, and my goal, in general, is not to offend. On the other hand, I’m not offended by any gendered epithets. I don’t usually notice them, and when I do, I find them somewhat juvenile and silly. But I do get offended and/or hurt, however, when someone is intentionally cruel to me or others.”
Nah, can’t possibly see how that makes “Aratina” transphobic, “bluharmony” or, ahem, in light of current events – dare I mention it, misogynist even;)
However, they’ve all made up now and are sitting all snug and cosy once more in their own little middle class microcosm as cissexual self-proclaimed lgbtq heterosexist rights activist poor little failed lawyer bluharmony has been shamed by a person called “arab spring” into denouncing Becky 100 per cent as a ‘garden variety’ troll as opposed to a, presumably, human being.(btw what was that you said earlier about people name-calling over teh internetz, bluharmony?) Because apparently it’s not really transphobia, misogyny or sizeism if your transphobia, misogyny or sizeism is only directed at one person…
Lucky 4 u you’ve got brown-nosing sychophants like bluharmony and the anonymous arab spring prepared to intrepidly voyage so far up the crack-end of that tired, fart-riddled, smelly old clapped out arse of yours to pleasure you, Aratina, ‘cos believe you me sweetie; who in the fuck else world would ever wanna go there?!