Portraits in Moonbat Womanhood: Little Bear Schwarz
Hard as it may be to believe, Lena Dunham is not the most gut-wrenchingly repulsive female moonbat in existence. That title is held by one Little Bear Schwarz, who astonished her admirers by proclaiming that she is no longer “genderqueer” but has decided she is “cis,” a term perverts use to describe people who are not perverts:
We say this (hopefully) all the time in LGBTQ-inclusive feminist circles: gender is a spectrum, gender can be fluid, your identity is not a “phase,” and coming out as queer can be hard…
So in 2013, at 30, when I came out as genderqueer, I had the cis world breathing down my neck with words like “attention-seeking,” “delusional,” and “a cry for help.” But to counter that, I had the loving support of friends, communities, and online forums full of people going through the same thing. With marginalization comes the inevitable communion of its victims, bonding while licking their wounds — the art that emerges from pain. And I was honored to be part of it.
So what happens when, two years later, the pendulum swings in the opposite direction? …
After two years of publicly identifying as nonbinary, I now identify as, feel like, and am a cis woman. …
You may be thinking, “Oh, poor you. You’re cis. Yes, you have such a hard road ahead of you, what with the entire world being catered to the visibility of your identity.” And you’d be right. I now have an identity that people recognize, reference, and default to. I have cis privilege (boyfriend argues that my being a bearded lady negates that privilege, but I don’t feel so emboldened to assume so).
At least she makes up for being cis by luxuriating in bizarre guilt over her “privilege,” and by promising to ram moonbattery down other people’s throats:
When people misgender someone, I will still correct them.
When people say, “both genders,” I will say, “which two?”
When people mistake me for trans (I get taken for both trans woman, and trans man, interestingly), I will make sure my “no” is never, “UGH, NO!”
I will never claim “cis pride” when the world is proud enough of it for me.
When people insist that a joke isn’t transphobic, I will remind them that unless they’re the target, they don’t get to decide that.
When people use slurs…
Et cetera, ad nauseam.
Hard as it may be to believe, Lena Dunham is not the most gut-wrenchingly repulsive female moonbat in existence. That title is held by one Little Bear Schwarz, who astonished her admirers by proclaiming that she is no longer “genderqueer” but has decided she is “cis,” a term perverts use to describe people who are not perverts:
We say this (hopefully) all the time in LGBTQ-inclusive feminist circles: gender is a spectrum, gender can be fluid, your identity is not a “phase,” and coming out as queer can be hard…
So in 2013, at 30, when I came out as genderqueer, I had the cis world breathing down my neck with words like “attention-seeking,” “delusional,” and “a cry for help.” But to counter that, I had the loving support of friends, communities, and online forums full of people going through the same thing. With marginalization comes the inevitable communion of its victims, bonding while licking their wounds — the art that emerges from pain. And I was honored to be part of it.
So what happens when, two years later, the pendulum swings in the opposite direction? …
After two years of publicly identifying as nonbinary, I now identify as, feel like, and am a cis woman. …
You may be thinking, “Oh, poor you. You’re cis. Yes, you have such a hard road ahead of you, what with the entire world being catered to the visibility of your identity.” And you’d be right. I now have an identity that people recognize, reference, and default to. I have cis privilege (boyfriend argues that my being a bearded lady negates that privilege, but I don’t feel so emboldened to assume so).
At least she makes up for being cis by luxuriating in bizarre guilt over her “privilege,” and by promising to ram moonbattery down other people’s throats:
When people misgender someone, I will still correct them.
When people say, “both genders,” I will say, “which two?”
When people mistake me for trans (I get taken for both trans woman, and trans man, interestingly), I will make sure my “no” is never, “UGH, NO!”
I will never claim “cis pride” when the world is proud enough of it for me.
When people insist that a joke isn’t transphobic, I will remind them that unless they’re the target, they don’t get to decide that.
When people use slurs…
Et cetera, ad nauseam.
