HebrideanUltraTerfHecate on Nostr: https://x.com/sappholives83/status/1881674252820033924 I’ve told this story before, ...
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I’ve told this story before, but one of the most upsetting encounters I’ve had with genderism was the time I got permabanned from my city’s only lesbian bar for “transphobia.” I was there with my partner, but that didn’t stop a “transwoman” from approaching us and making unwelcome and explicit sexual advances. I had to tell him four times that we weren’t interested before he’d leave our table, and when I got up to use the restroom, he followed me inside.
I told him again, very firmly, to leave me alone so I could use the bathroom, but he responded by telling me “you don’t mean that.” He followed up by grabbing my arm and trying to pull me into him, so I jammed my knee into his crotch with a not-insignificant amount of force and left him writhing on the bathroom floor while I went to complain to the manager about his behavior. I got two sentences out before the lecture began. I’d referred to my assailant with male pronouns, and they wasted no time in jumping down my throat for doing so. When I mentioned that I’d had to defend myself physically, the assistant manager went straight to the women’s room to make sure the my assailant was okay.
After a few minutes they came out, the TIM hunched over and feigning near-hysteria. When I looked at him, he flinched away like I had attempted to strike him (from ten feet away), and I heard him say something about PTSD. He and the assistant talked for a few moments, then the assistant came back and whispered in the manager’s ear. Two minutes later, my girlfriend and I were being escorted from the premises — not, they made clear, because I’d defended myself, but because I’d “made a bigoted assumption about a trans person’s genitals” when I chose to knee him in the balls.
I wish I could tell you that I was joking.
I’ve told this story before, but one of the most upsetting encounters I’ve had with genderism was the time I got permabanned from my city’s only lesbian bar for “transphobia.” I was there with my partner, but that didn’t stop a “transwoman” from approaching us and making unwelcome and explicit sexual advances. I had to tell him four times that we weren’t interested before he’d leave our table, and when I got up to use the restroom, he followed me inside.
I told him again, very firmly, to leave me alone so I could use the bathroom, but he responded by telling me “you don’t mean that.” He followed up by grabbing my arm and trying to pull me into him, so I jammed my knee into his crotch with a not-insignificant amount of force and left him writhing on the bathroom floor while I went to complain to the manager about his behavior. I got two sentences out before the lecture began. I’d referred to my assailant with male pronouns, and they wasted no time in jumping down my throat for doing so. When I mentioned that I’d had to defend myself physically, the assistant manager went straight to the women’s room to make sure the my assailant was okay.
After a few minutes they came out, the TIM hunched over and feigning near-hysteria. When I looked at him, he flinched away like I had attempted to strike him (from ten feet away), and I heard him say something about PTSD. He and the assistant talked for a few moments, then the assistant came back and whispered in the manager’s ear. Two minutes later, my girlfriend and I were being escorted from the premises — not, they made clear, because I’d defended myself, but because I’d “made a bigoted assumption about a trans person’s genitals” when I chose to knee him in the balls.
I wish I could tell you that I was joking.