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Dear Cassandra of Villainous Company has recruited a number of bloggers, including Little Miss Attila and me, to write posts over at her place of ruminations about womanhood, which she is calling “The Womanliness Project.”
My first post begins as follows:
In the lesbian community we have the full spectrum of manifestation for Vagina-Americans, and you would think that I have done my duty by expanding the definition of womanliness to include everyone with a vagina.
Wrong! So wrong!
Pre- and post-op trannies going BOTH directions insist on inclusion, too.
Nevertheless, I cruelly, ruthlessly exclude them from the company of woman-only spaces. For real — in the late 1980’s, when I ran a group for feminine lesbians — who are NOT the same as femmes! — in Silver Spring, Maryland, which is a suburb of Washington, D.C., a pre-op male-to-female trannie attended one of my meetings and infuriated pretty much every woman there so much that I had to tell him/her not to come back or I would not have had a group. After that, I caught hell for stipulating that to be allowed to attend the meetings, you had to be born female as well as wear a skirt or dress (the latter requirement was the cheapest form of dyke repellent I could think of).
Heh. Cynthia said “broad.”
Dan,
Was It Something I Said?
Cynthia
When I read this I had an image in my brain of you driving a group of Dykes away by brandishing a frilly dress at them like a crucifix to a vampire horde, yelling ” Back!! Get BACK I say!”
It made me giggle. 🙂
Graumagus,
That was pretty much how it worked!
Cynthia
I remember being assigned an undergrad student to work with, and we where making a serial cable and asked her to “got fetch the dikes” and she giving me the look of you just said WHAT?
“dike” in this case meaing diagonal cutter. Years later, I found out she actually is a lesbian. But she was a good sport, and pretty filthy minded, actually. One time she and a co-worker were working at a whiteboard, and there was some random screw sitting in the tray. She picks up the screw, offers it to the co-worker and casually asks care for a screw. Good times, good times.
Now we’d all be sent off to the
death campgulagre-education center for sexual harrassment remediation…