my favorite part about the systemic exile of transfems from public spaces both online and off is that the people who gleefully turn the cranks of the social ostracization machine will face you mid-action with a chicklet grin and tell you that you have no right to be upset about any of it. it's not even real you know. it's just a blog. it's just a social space. it's just an apartment. you'll be fine, you whiner.
nevermind that an entire class of people determined to be unhireable, unlovable, and unfit for public life might be in the most dire need of social connection. that nearly every single girl i see on here is destitute, holding out a tin cup begging for pennies to keep the lights on and a meal every other day. that the crushing isolation drives us into sexual subservience, substance abuse, and suicide.
no, that's all unrelated of course. stupid women, getting upset over a blog of all things. how vapid of them. nothing could be more privileged.