“the fear [of being abused] is not based on a real threat” for women who have already been abused
do… do u hear yourself
They don’t care. Abuse that happens to women isn’t real to them. And when something happens that they can’t just hand wave away, then we had it coming for a host of reasons- we spoke up, we were dressed wrong, we denied a man something he wanted.
These assholes use the same language as other abusive men. Gee, I wonder why…
Btw, this person isn’t just spouting off this nonsense online, they are implementing unisex communal stalls at their university.
They admitted there is not enough studies or evidence, which somehow proves their point (something they should know isn’t true if they supposedly study science):
But somehow also claim they KNOW that theres no risk:
Then they said the old “It’s never happened!!!!”:
When I provided instances of it happening, they go where every other liberal nutjob goes when face with this; They dismiss it, blame the victim, say prevention laws don’t work/don’t matter:
These people, even when faced with evidence, or lack thereof, even when provided counter examples and shown holes in their logic…still continue to prioritize TW comfort and safety over females. They claim it never happens, or when it does its inevitable, or that out fears are not based in reality, that women are not at risk. Sound familiar?
Well, actually, for your information, sweety, I can’t just walk into a bathroom and assault someone. It’s very difficult to get close to my targets in the first place, and it’s even more difficult if they have a nasty, exclusionary, SKERFy “safe space” specifically designed to keep you out!
Why shouldn’t I be allowed to assault people in bathrooms? It’s not like I go around assaulting people indiscriminately – my clients have to put a hit on them first – and it’s a useful place to clean up any blood afterwards.
Do you know how offensive it is to be told a whole institution exists only to exclude “male violence”, just because I’m a violent male? I think it’s really judgemental how these so-called “feminists” ally with religious organisations to have “moral objections” to assault and murder. I fully support neutral bathrooms for everyone! I’m sick of being challenged. If assigned-female-at-births would just shut the fuck up and stop screaming, and stop saying they “feel uncomfortable and threatened” when they see a large man in a balaclava throttling someone to death, then it would make my life MUCH easier. I’m just there to do my job, let me get on with it!
I mean, sure, sometimes assigned-male-at-births challenge me too (they don’t tend to scream, they just try to beat me up), and of course there are probably like one or two assigned-male-at-births who aren’t quite as discreet as I am and might want to assault people without a contract. But the REAL problem here is those exclusionary, gatekeeping, whiny, pre-menstrual, bitchy SKERF cunts. We need to focus on the real problem.
So my old Yakuza friend Guro Kagaisha was in town to launder some money through the London property market. So we met up and went for a drink, and he said, “Hey Gaspar, remind me what it is you do again?” “Well, Guro,” said I, “I’m a sex worker specialising in extreme breath play.” “Oh, yeah, I remember now, you’re a stranglewank hitman,” said he, not very politically correctly, I might add. “So, let me ask you this: do you guys actually give the target a handbeezy or just make it look like you did?”
I was seriously grumpy at that point. It is not my job to educate Guro or anybody, but on this one occasion I said, “buy me a treble Langley’s and a packet of sea salt and balsamic vinegar Kettle Chips and I shall consider doing the emotional labour for you”.
Anyway, as I said to Guro after he’d bought me the required compensation for my emotional labour: I do not “actually give the target a handbeezy”, no. Nor do I make it look as though I did. I choke the target to death, and then I make it look as though the target did it to himself/herself/xorself by accident during a sexual misadventure. The only sexual aspect to it is when I arrange the body post-mortem and put the corpse’s own hand down his/her/xer chinos.
“So,” said Guro, taking a sip of his whisky, “you don’t really do any sex shit then?” “No, Guro, I do not really do any sex shit,” I sighed. “So you’re not a sex worker, then, are you?”
Well, I had had just about enough of his gatekeeping, invalidating bullshit by then. How dare he challenge my status as a sex worker?
I AM a sex worker. Sure, I’m not actually selling sex or exposing myself in any way, but what I am selling is the fantasy of erotic asphyxiation. I sell that fantasy to the target’s contacts, and to the police. And that gives me an interest in the industry and the right to speak over people who don’t have inside knowledge about the industry (e.g. former sex workers, survivors, trafficking victims who aren’t involved in it any more and hence have no stake in the issue whatsoever, people still in the industry who don’t want to be there, and people who disagree with me about full legalisation of the sexual violence industry).
Anyway, fortunately, Guro is very good at self-crit. When he was a hitbaby and made a mistake on a job, he even cut off bits of his fingers as part of his self-critting for his boss! What a great ally! ^_^ So he said a big sorry to me and we hung around outside Bank-Monument station for a bit, where he bought me a few grams of coke as compensation for hurting my feelings and invalidating my identity.
So now we’re friends again! 🙂 We’re going to spend the rest of his visit buying houses, planning how to get revenge on Dmitry for poisoning me with polonium (even if it did result in my super edgy new trendsetting fashionqueering haircut), and I’ll introduce him to my pet pigs. Should be a nice relaxing week.
^^^THIS. I describe myself as genderfluid: that is, my gender identity can change from day to day, depending on the demands of my job. In order to get close to my targets, I sometimes have to identify as a janitor or a member of household staff, and sometimes I have to steal access cards. It’s much easier to take them from women’s handbags than from men’s suit pockets, and so I regularly have to identify as female. Not by choice, it’s just whomever I happen to bump into who can get me into my target’s safe space.
It is essential to my lifestyle and my career, and assassins have always carried a burden of shame. So if you shame me by screaming, calling the police, or pointing at me and saying “oh look, it’s that creepy bloke I saw knocking out the valet in the underground car park and stealing his badge”, then you are a nasty SKERF piece of shit and feel free to unfollow me and die in a fire!
Actually no, don’t die in a fire. Fire is beautiful, enthralling, arousing and very addictive, and it’s far too good for SKERFs. Unless I can watch.
What makes this article problematic is that it perpetuates the queer/heterosexual binary. I’m heterosexual, and I identify as queer! The reason is, I’m a sex worker, I do sadistic kinky murders for a living, and sex work, kink and BDSM are inherently queer (and therefore I’m allowed to say that word). Our mainstream, Western cultural view of sexuality hardly ever involves violence or money, and therefore by bucking those trends, I am queer.
At least that’s how I understand it.
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I don’t know if homosexual or bisexual people’s lives entirely revolve around fetishizing violence,
but mine certainly does, so if doesn’t centre it, then it’s excluding me, and that’s clearly wrong for so many reasons.
Apart from that, I entirely agree with the article. I’m not non-queer; I am a brave, beautiful, straight man who likes to kill people and make it look like an auto-erotic asphyxiation, and I am proud to be myself!
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I’m a little late for Throwback Thursday, but I found this old picture in a disused lock-up owned by my former manager and thought I’d share it with y’all. This is me when I’d just started in the sexualised violence industry, back when I was just a little hitbaby! ^_^
There’s a funny story behind this: one of our clients sent some nylon stockings to the agency, with the intention of us using them to strangle the target. Except when my manager told me to “use them on the job”, I got the wrong idea! -_-;;
We all make mistakes when we’re new to the industry. It doesn’t fool the security cameras anyway, so if you’re going to use stockings, don’t do what I did. But on the plus side, now it means y’all get to see some sexy pictures of me wearing stockings, so please enjoy 😉
That’s okay! Real feminism should be inclusive of pro-kink men like us! I’m tired of fake feminists saying I’m “wrong think” or “problematic” or a “psychopath” (an ableist slur, btw), just because I enjoy violence. Nice to meet you ^_^
7 Beauty Products that Make Me Feel Like a Better Feminist
I’m obsessed with makeup, but also obsessed with Faludi’s new wave feminist critique of academic deconstruction.
“Last year, it seemed like feminism finally became “cool.” Obviously, I’ve always thought feminism was the tits (see: my extremely passionate second-grade campaign for Sacagawea on the dollar coin); however, in 2015, it seemed like the rest of the world finally caught on.”
As you know, I am a proud feminist, and SKERFs keep criticising me for that. They say “you are a rich upper-class white het man who promotes sexual violence and cannot claim to speak for the millions of victims of the sex industry”, and it hurts my feelings.
So I was happy to learn I can just buy more feminism, thanks to XOJane! I might skip the lipstick – I don’t want to smear it when pulling my masks over my head – but the moisturiser looks pretty good. I work irregular hours and I don’t get a lot of sleep, so I’ve been meaning to get some skincare products to deal with my under-eye bags. Plus I’m a bit sensitive about my nose. When I was new to the industry I was meant to kill an arms dealer, and he was a very large chap, and I didn’t realise I had to use more drugs on him. Schoolboy error! ^_^; Anyway, he alerted his goons and they broke both my legs and my nose, and it hasn’t looked quite the same since. The contouring stick should help with that, and make me a better feminist.
I’m asking all my followers and former clients to please support great, validating feminist media that is REAL feminism, i.e. inclusive of sadism, sex work legalisation and acceptance, and heterosexual queer-identified men with unusual haircuts such as my good self.
I can’t actually tag any of my clients in this because of the huge stigma against hiring sexualised murder workers (if I named any of them, they could even face prison! That’s why we need decriminalisation now!) But they know how to contact me, and they had a spare £10k to spend on my services, so I’m sure they’ll dig deep to support a great cause!
god I’m so lonely. There must be someone out there who won’t kinkshame or pathologise my sadism, pyromania and furry fandom.
Thinking back, I’ve faced this oppression all my life, from authority figures like the police telling me “burning down people’s sheds is criminal damage”, my bitchy nagging SKERF scumbag mother grounding me for torturing earthworms and ants in the garden, my father for “stealing” his porn magazine collection, and my house master at Eton “expressing concern” about my nocturnal enuresis (I was only 17 at the time!)
Does it ever end? It gets better as you grow up and can deal with bigger targets, but the shaming never truly goes away. 😦 I wish someone would say “you are valid just the way you are, Gaspar, you don’t have to change anything about your behaviour or make any effort at all”. That’s all I need. And someone to iron my shirts and wash my syringes and blades, that’d be nice too. Is it too much to hope for?
Not to be That Guy but I do kind of think that the way postmodernist style thinking functions in academia is a psyop intended to undermine the left. In the 60s and 70s, all kinds of radicalism and action came from universities. Some universities built in that era were designed for police shutdowns during riots. But now it’s like… the way that people in humanities, social sciences etc, everyone who’s been encouraged into postmodernism, queer theory etc, ESPECIALLY those from pristigous schools, structure their thought is so… impossible to apply in any material way. Forget about radical meaning at the root, it’s more like radical meaning totally off the ground. Everything is like, a thought experiment, spoken about as if it’s reality. And they dominate leftist spaces– often having the class background or even just academic confidence to back up their strongly held beliefs, or even just the time to implement them. The closer you are to a liberal arts university, the more likely it is that the political groups around it are incredibly bogged down in identity and language that most people don’t understand, and an environment hostile to basic questioning and learning outside of adopting the lingo. It really effectively isolates the people in it AND isolates them from organizing effectively. Not to mention their conceptual frameworks are really removed from reality in the first place
If it wasn’t an actual psy op it worked just as well by itself lol
I am literally shaking right now. I always wondered why the CIA hired me that one time, and now I’m very upset and second-guessing myself. I need more gin for my self-care, and to stop the shaking TT_TT
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