The Intersex Transfem™ is treated much like a mythological creature - Awe-inspiring, mysterious, threatening, and all at once non-existent. A moral lesson, an example, a shadow lingering silently behind, but never once a person, a human being.
Remember intersex transfems, but only when it means something for everyone else, never on its own.
Remember intersex transfems, but only when worded perfectly, never out of line, and definitely never in such a way that may cause discomfort.
Remember intersex transfems, but you'll never see or speak to one, because they aren't here, maybe aren't even real - Any you see probably aren't even really intersex or really transfem, don't you know? They're just fakers!
Remember intersex transfems, but only ever as a shallow show of support or as a discourse stance, never when it's inconvenient and never beyond "Of course I love intersex transfems - or at least the idea of them. I don't know any."
And oh, of course, you're not transmisogynistic. Of course, you say as such daily. How could anyone think otherwise?
And I'll continue fading into myth, becoming smaller and smaller. If I speak up even so slightly, give any voice to the violence enacted, my form in your eyes morphs into a beast, a monster, a predator - and I am no longer myself. Nothing I think, say, or do matters. You've made up your mind.