Friday, 15 September 2017
isis agora lovecruft
previously talked about rape apologism
it’s so bad that survivors are sued for libel
germany is culturally regressive in other ways
germans love racism and sexism, and codify it into their culture
german law is carte blanche for rapists and murderers
bundesverfassungsdienst leaks “these women appear to be standing up
thanks for the help, fuckers, why don’t you do your job and take down
the other bad guys?
they aren’t a “western” culture, we mussn’t sanctify them
Utilikilt dude had approached me at several points during the event,
particularly after chelsea (unexpectedly, but I’d never not welcome a
hug from her!) hugged me. He repetitively introduced himself, making
it clear that he knew who I was and knew I was connected to speaking
up about Jacob Appelbaum raping me, raping several others, sexually
assaulting still more, blackmailing, bullying, and intimidating
people, including threatening their partners and families, outing
people—who would prefer to keep their personal lives private as trans,
queer, and gay private—for all to see.
As I’ll get too in a moment, in case you’re impatient, he is still
sending people after victims. Through no skill of his own, to be
clear, with the help of others he’s sent people to my family’s home
address in attempts to harm them.
Later, the entire group of people moved from the
EFF event at 600
Embaracadero to the site, several blocks away, of 21st ammendment brewery.
having drinks with two people of colour I didn’t know previously, one
from ghana, the other india
they were super sweet and intelligent and respectful, with good
insights and perspectives I hadn’t considered, and they were patient
enough to explain to me their rationale.
utilikilt approached us while they are speaking, interrupts, and
suggests (strangely) that I go outside? I don’t; he’s not interesting
in any way.
I keep talking to the data scientists.
Eventually, the person from India decides it’s time to go to bed and
they leave. The person from Ghana and I keep chatting. At this
point, it’s midnight and the brewery closes, and they begin to gently
push us out into the street. I had a glass of red wine while there,
but I couldn’t finish it because the people working were very clearly
like “okay it’s time for me to go home and spend time on stuff I am
The dude closely followed us out
He insulted the scientist by saying that his “blood was imported” and
that “the labour market would be better without him”, after a pause
the scientist, continuing to say that he respected the dude’s opinions
and disagreed, the dude continued that he believed the scientist
should be “silenced” and “prevented from participation in western
culture”. I immediately shoved dude, one handedly, without knocking
him over, and said “not okay”. He continued to hurl racist slurs at
the scientist, at which point the scientist, graciously, much more
graciously than I, shook dude’s hand with a stern face, announced he
was leaving, and got into a car.
At this point the dude turned on me. He grabbed my right hand and
kissed it, even while I verbally said “
NO”, stomped on his foot, and
pulled my body backwards. He didn’t stop, and continued to try to
hold my hand, standing closer and closer.
He started accosting me over my gender, which is quite an odd thing to
do, as I’ve modelled and, frankly, I pose as a petite femme woman. I
don’t know why I took this monster in good faith, but as soon as he
started calling me a woman, I took offense, and politely reminded him
that a lot of people have more complicated genders. I may have
mumbled this part. Frankly, at this point, I was terrified, and
shouted into the nearby crowd “
THIS MAN IS A RACIST”. He then
switched to referring to me as a male person. I don’t exactly know
why this hurt so much.
I was assigned female, I decided I was a boy at age 3, again a girl at
age 11, a boy at 15, a girl at 17. I’m bigender. I’m a classic case
of bigenderism. I always feel uncomfortable with the way that I am. I
don’t know how to fix it. I wish I knew how to fix it.
He switched quite rapidly to referring to me as male and female. I
don’t know why it hurt so badly; I felt abused and assaulted. I’ve
literally never experienced this before, and I’ve dealt with people
calling me and my brother faggots, queers, homos, etc. I don’t know
what happened, but I do know that this person knew a fair amount about
me, including my full name, and was sent to try their best to harm me.
At this point he said “everyone should feel safe to live in their own
bodies, even Chelsea, he should feel safe to live in his body, I mean
“Bradley” I mean…”
I felt the way I felt before I killed my “science” teacher when I was
12 (in self defense) because, out in the woods 2 miles from the
fundamentalist christian camp, he kept three little girls locked in a
closet. He’s dead. I told the court my only regret was not stabbing
him more than once.
I said “what do you mean ‘him’?” and he replied “well, he has a
penis.” At which point, quite frankly, I lost it. There was a
literal transphobic, misogynist nazi in a
utilikilt (for fuck’s
sake) attacking me and no one was helping.
I shouted into the crowd that this man was a misogynist, racist nazi
who meant to harm me, and people stared, but no one intervened. At
this point I gave up hope: I was being personally assaulted and nobody
present seemed to be capable of standing up for me. In trying to kiss
me, the dude had grabbed my left arm, quite violently, leaving bruises
which are documented. I was still in his grip, and I yelled again,
this time that I was being assaulted. People stared.
I punched him, in the left side of the neck towards the jugular, with
my right fist (as he was still holding my left arm hostage) in an
attempt to knock him out without risk of permanent physical harm and
hopefully ending the altercation quickly. It didn’t work as intended,
he was briefly stunned and he tightened his grip on my arm, dragging
me into the street, into oncoming traffic. I wanted to get away from
him at this point (I
really wanted away from him before, but no one
was helping or listening and I didn’t really know what to do), as my
assessment was that he might be intending to suicide and take me with
him. His grip on me slipped as he yelled that “this man/woman is
assaulting me”, the slipping caused a second distinct bruise from his
forefinger as the radiality of his grip was reversed, also documented.
I punched him more. By my count, three more times.