A Man in Drag Admits Men Are Pigs

I heard that in life heard women say, "Men are pigs". That's because it is true. Certainly most men are pigs, but, since dressed as a woman myself, I have discovered first hand why it is that so many women feel this way, and, well, it is true that all men are pigs.

Before, as a man, I myself never understood, nor was I ever even aware of the extent of bullshit a beautiful woman has to put up with when out in public.  Certainly I was aware of the many issues a pretty woman encounters out in public, but not the extent and frequency of it, and, well, now I fully understand it all too well, because I myself have to deal with it, and frankly, it is annoying as hell and sometimes can even be frightening and creepy.

As a trans, I like to look pretty and I love to wear mini skirts and high heels, because that's what I like, however, this is not a friggin open invitation for every classless buffoon in the universe to make comments on how sexy my legs are, nor am I impressed with how fucking cool some asshat thinks he is because he can toot his fucking horn like a retarded mongol, nor do I enjoy the mating calls of neanderthal apes who can whistle.

While I'm at it, just because I'm wearing a skirt and makeup does not mean I'm looking to "hook up" with any and every clueless creep in town whom would probably screw a goddamn chicken if given the opportunity. One, I am married, to a woman, two, as if you couldn't guess it, I am, into women, and three, I have a friggin dick, and, well, not only are men pigs, but they're fucking stupid too. I'm happy that they see me as female and can't tell that I am a male, and I'm also flattered that I am beautiful, but damn is it annoying to put up with such classless rudeness, because it happens every time I go out, and too frequently.

Drunk Men Show Their True Pig Nature

This story has always made me cautious of drunk men. Last December my Mum and I decided to go out for something I can't even remember. Then we decided to go for a drink. I ran ahead and waited outside the pub. The ring leader of a group of drunk men put his arm around me and tried to drag me towards the group of men.
'Aright darlin' do you wanna come home with us?' he taunted and they all laughed. I was in shock so all I could say was 'huh?' making them all shriek with laughter again. One of them even said 'buy her a drink, mate.' Humiliated I walked into the pub and they wolf whistled and yelled stuff like 'shake that ass.' To this day I have never wanted to be outside a pub with drunk men.

Also thanks to Niki Richie for letting me post. I really appreciate it.

Never Fall Out Of Your Misandry

Lately, I’ve been extremely busy with school and just life in general. Before, I used to check misandry blogs and read misandry quotes very single day, imbedding this way of thinking into my mind. BUT due to me being busy, I’ve started to fall out. Let me explain.

I’ve started seeing men as more than the selfish pigs that they are. No, I haven’t seen them as decent people, but I haven’t found myself hating them like I was supposed to. This was bad. This then allowed me to start speaking to boys at my school like they weren’t scum.

Another thing I’ve noticed is that I would envision myself, in the future, with a man. Not a husband, but a boyfriend. Which horribly contrasts to my usual plans of being alone for the rest of my life.

I actually found myself lusting after men at times. Not just any other boy, but a man YEARS older than me. Through the last couple of months I’ve found myself lusting after older men.

Thankfully, my misandry has yet to disappear and I found myself falling into old thought patterns and completely hating men, fully and proudly, once again. This is because I’ve began reading misandry blogs and drilling misandrist quotes in my head until I said them in my sleep.

Ladies, if you don’t fully hate men, make sure you educate yourselves on what type of vile creatures they are. Don’t ever let go of your misandry. Go on misandry blogs, read stories of men treating women horribly. Just make sure that you hate men and it stays that way. Whenever speaking to a man, always know that he’s a rapist and a pig. And soon those types of thoughts will come naturally. I’ve been a misandrist for about two years, I’ve still got a lot to learn. But I go the extra mile, now, by making sure that I do remind myself, everyday, that men are evil and psychotic objects.

I know it’s hard to unlearn patriarchy but the more you practice misandry, they more natural it will come. Unlearn patriarchy and STUDY MISANDRY.

Note: My school demoted the principal to vice principal. Our new principal is a woman of color! Which is a gigantic step up! She has been informed of that pervert of a teacher because of me. I don’t know what she’ll do, but she is very aware of the situation. Hopefully something gets done.

Male Teachers At My School Have Issues

I'm done with my school.

So it's lunch at school, and me and my best friend are in my Accounting teachers class because I asked if we could stay. It turns out she left her computer on, and she was still logged into her Facebook. Of course my friend and I take advantage of the situation and start snooping through her page. We stumbled across my I.T. teachers page and it said that he was in a relationship with a girl. Who happened to be an eleventh grader at my damn school! And it wasn't the first time that he was romantically involved with other students. Even if the students consented to it, that is statutory rape and his ass should be locked up. And the worst part is that almost everyone in the school knows.

Excuse me, when did dating underaged girls become a normal thing?

Speaking of which, my Technology teacher is cheating on his wife with a student. I caught them as I was walking in the hallways after Drama practice. And of course when I tell the principal, I'm told I'm a liar.

And I have an update from the Pedophile teacher story. I was walking past his classroom and I saw him alone with a tenth grader. She was sitting on the desk in front of him and she was merrily swinging her legs back and forth. He was smiling at her and she was smiling at him. I didn't see more because I continued walking, but that was an extremely strange scene. What else would a pedophile like him do with a young girl?

Moral of the story: All men are pedophiles and rapists. No way around it. Short post but accurate. Have a great day misandrists.


P.S. If it seems like I'm telling these incidents nonchalantly, that's because I summarized it. In real life I went through so many processes and had to retell these stories over and over. It's become almost normal for me.

Pedophile Teacher Tried To Rape Me

I thought it was over. I truly thought after what happened last year, he would leave me alone...

So it's the New Year and I thankfully not getting taught by him. In fact, I'm getting taught by the same female teacher from last year. So it turns out that this teacher was fired. Or forced to resign. But this school had him as the Head of English, so they couldn't just replace him like that. So they're giving him extra time to teach before they find a replacement. 

So I'm walking to class and this freshman asks me where the English teacher's class was. I showed her the way. Before she left though, she asked me if he was nice, and I told her that he was a pervert and pedophile. 

Few days later I walking back from Drama practice but I needed to change my pad (I was on my period). And I happen to go to the bathroom that was close to his classroom. So as I'm walking in the bathroom, I hear heavy footsteps behind me. I turn around and there's the teacher. He pushed me into the bathroom and tried to muffle my screams. As I'm fighting him, he's crushing me out for telling that girl about his activities. Turns out she was acting weird in his class, and when he confronted her about it she spilled the beans. 

So this man tries to push me on the ground but it wasn't working. I was screaming and fighting back. Then he tried to slip a hand under my skirt but I managed to resist by leaning forward and biting his ear hard, causing him to let go of my wrists in pain. I run the hell out of the bathroom and go to the principal's office. I tell him what happened, tears streaming down my face and this motherfucker has the nerve to tell me that he's fired, so there's no need to lie anymore...

What? Lie? 

I hope they all die a miserable, horrible death. When I got home I told my parents. My dad didn't believe me. My mom did but sided with my dad. I was hopeless. At this point I could commit murder and go to prison with a smile on my face. 

NEVER TRUST ANY MAN. 

I'm currently in therapy (took a while to convince my parents) and I am getting through it. Barely. That teacher is still there and he gives me evil look from here to there. Hope he dies. 

Anyway, happy new year misandrists. Hope you have a wonderful year without men.

NO SELF-RESPECTING INTELLIGENT WOMAN SHOULD EVER VOTE 4 A PIG!!!

An Open Letter To Donald Trump From Some Angry Women.

"Dear Mr. Trump… can I call you Mr. Trump? Is that ok? I want you to be happy, that’s very important to me.

Before I get started, let me say this letter isn’t from all women. The Trumpettes surely won’t approve of this message. But this is from most women.

We see right through you. We have all known you at some point. Your ways are not unfamiliar to us. We see through you because we’ve been dealing with you our whole lives.

We heard you call women pigs. And disgusting. And stupid. And bimbos.

We watched as you called a former Ms. Universe “Ms. Piggy” and then spent four days continuing to insult her.

We see your weakness. Your lust for attention at any cost, your need to denigrate women. We see all of it. And we’re mad.

Yes. We’re mad. And fired up. And here’s the thing about us… we can be bitches.

Gone are the days where we question our power or our influence. We are strong. Smart. We know our worth and it doesn’t reside in the size of our bras or our skinny jeans. We build each other up. We have our sister’s backs. And our brother’s. So when you took on the former Ms. Universe, you took on all of us.

And right now you’ve got a lot of angry women to contend with. And let me remind you, Mr. Trump… hell hath no fury like a pissed off woman who’s tired of this sexist bullshit.

We heard you when you said we should  “look for another place to work” if we experience workplace sexual harassment. Your non-solution illustrates either your lack of understanding or lack of concern. Or both. Your attitude and ignorance on this is stunning. Your response, pathetic. We see you, and we see someone who’s in over their head.

We watched you interrupt a woman 51 times during a 90 minute debate. While the better qualified, more knowledgeable woman was talking, you attempted to bulldoze right over her. We all know this game. It’s called male privilege. And it doesn’t look good on you, Mr. Trump. It makes you look weak. We see you, and we see a man who is so threatened by a woman speaking that you can’t even bear to let her finish. Sad.

And we see it rampant throughout your campaign and your proposed policies. It’s in your paltry maternity leave proposal that leaves out fathers and LGBTQ and adoptive parents. And when you say that women who seek abortions should be punished. And when you refuse to consider supporting equal pay for women.

Your latest ad, in which your daughter, beaming with privilege and pride, says “being a mother is the most important job a woman can have.” didn’t go over so well with us, Mr. Trump.

We are different, us women. We are not a homogenous army of fem-bots. We have different interests, goals and lives. There is more to us than motherhood. Some of us revel in motherhood. Some of us don’t want to have children. And some of us can’t have children. Our status as mothers has nothing to do with our worth. This ad, coupled with your policies show that you are tone deaf to the reality that women face and point to an antiquated attitude. One that keeps women as the caregivers and leaves men out of that equation.

We see you. And we see a man who has no business representing our interests in the Oval Office.

We heard you say no one would vote for Carly Fiorina “because of her face.”

We remember you calling women “a beautiful piece of ass” in Esquire Magazine.

We watch you say one thing, then say the opposite. Then refuse to admit any of it happened. Problem is, we can spot gas lighting from a mile away.

We recall the bit about all women being gold diggers in your memoir.

We cringe and hold our daughters a little closer when we are reminded that you said you’d date your daughter. If only she weren’t your daughter.

We remember when you called a lawyer “disgusting” for requesting a break during a trial to breastfeed.

We roll our eyes when we saw you try to dismiss Megyn Kelly after she had the nerve to ask you questions. At a debate. “Blood coming out of her wherever” was not lost on us. Most of us remember hearing such comments in Middle School.

We are horrified when we learn that you sent a journalist a picture of herselfwith the word “Dog” scrawled across it.

We seethe with anger when we read your tweet blaming military sexual assault on the fact that women are in the military.

We haven’t forgotten your lurid tweet about Hillary Clinton not being able to “satisfy” her husband.

Not only do you not understand women, you seem to have an awful lot of contempt for them. This is not fitting for a man who wants to be President in the 21st Century.

Which leads me to this:

Make America Great Again.

We know exactly what you meant when you branded yourself with this slogan. It’s not-so-coded language for a time gone by. Your “great” America wasn’t so great for women and minorities and gay people.

We won’t go back.

We won’t be relegated to the kitchen.

We won’t be locked into a life where we have no choice over our bodies or whether we have babies.

We won’t accept your patronizing response to sexual harassment.

We won’t be silenced or demeaned any more.

We won’t be ridiculed for our weight or judged by our appearance.

We won’t be shamed for owning our sexuality.

We have come a long way since your days of when America was “great.”

We have busted our asses to get here and we’re not going back.

We are raising strong daughters who fight back against sexist school dress codes.

We are raising strong sons who aren’t afraid of their feelings and aren’t afraid of strong girls.

We are shutting down catcalling.

We are no longer letting ourselves be interrupted and drowned out in the board room.

We are locking arms with our sisters in solidarity when rapists are given a slap on the wrist.

We are shouting about every day sexism.

We are calling you out, Mr. Trump.

We will not go quietly into any good night. We are loud. We are in your face. And we don’t put up with the kind of bullshit you’re selling.

So maybe this isn’t your time, Mr. Trump. Maybe your time has passed.

Maybe you would have been more suited to the early 1900’s when women did not yet have the right to vote.

When marital rape was still legal.

Or the 1950’s when women largely stayed home and produced children and McCarthyism and blacklisting were acceptable.

Or perhaps 1930’s Germany would have been a better fit for you.

But now? Now is not your time.

We’re moving forward. All of us, smart men and women, have had enough of the tired gender roles. We’ve had enough of you and other weak, fearful men trying to stop progress.

We see you, Mr. Trump.

We see your sexism and your bigotry and your racism. We see right through you.

Remember. We can be bitches.

And bitches get shit done.

Bitches Vote.

See you on November 8, Mr. Trump."

Source: https://driftingthrough.com/2016/10/06/an-open-letter-to-donald-trump-from-some-angry-women/