5/26/21

I Am Your Grandma: Child Abuse Part 2

It’s weird that when the government & society finally proved that if it wanted to it could change social norms of how many people are out, until how late, over night. 

I was actually for the lockdown because I didn’t want people do die. 

Now I know less people would die if people hired in nursing homes wore their masks properly because they actually took the virus & the fact that masks help prevent it seriously. 

I’m so fucking misbehaved & anti authoritarian. And yet I just want people to stay the fuck home so that their grandmothers & great grandmothers live as long as possible. 

I have been deeply effected by how many Grandmothers Zack had when he was born. 

I’ve always believed he’s a magical, well mannered, calm kid. By nature. I’m a fucking whacked out freak all the time & everybody knows it. I raised my kid. He’s chill as fuck. But why? The only answer I ever came up with is women, but especially Grandmothers.

 When my son was born in 2006 he had 6 living Grandmothers. 

1 Great Great Grandma who had 8 living adult children, one of whom helped her send out the family Newsletter until she died at age 93. 

3 Great Grandmothers, 2 on my side & 1 on my ex husband’s. 

I’m named after my two Grandmothers Grandma Jackie & Grandma Jean & it was incredibly special to me that my son met both of them & has memories of both of them. 

His other Great Grandma is alive & well & very feisty. At this point she still lives with his Great Grandpa & my son sees them at every holiday when there isn’t a global pandemic going on. They have a daughter, my son's great Aunt & her grandson, who live in a house next door & I’m really glad about that. 

My son & I live next to my parents & it’s been good to see them so easily, when we’ve all had no covid exposure, throughout all of this. 

Where was I going? Oh yeah. Grandmothers. 

My son lives next to one & has lived with the other on & off over the years a few times & they are very close as well. I’m not a perfect mother by any means. When Zack was born I still hadn’t dealt with my childhood trauma. I was very mentally ill. It was my community. My ex husband, my mom, my family who seemed so certain that it was the right thing for me & that I could do this, that I did it. And what a thing to do, 

motherhood is a ride. 

I got choked up & read eyed when I typed that in a way only a mother could understand. 

There just isn’t any other people you care about in the world like your children, or more importantly your grandchildren. All parents know there is a secret club of how you feel when you love a child & that child loves you. I think as adults we need to realize how much control & power we have in those situations. Parenting feels very helpless sometimes but it isn’t, there’s a community around you. But also you have inside you the tools to accomplish things. I was empowered into being a mother by more than just those 6 Grandmothers in my sons life one of whom is my mom. I also had 4 Aunts of my own. 3 sisters of my absent (minded & emotionally) father & another, formerly the best friend, of my mother. 

I had people come into my house & teach me how to be a mother. I also had 7 female cousins & one male cousin who helped me care for Zack all throughout his lifetime. So whatever hardships of economics or sociology we’ve encounter we always come through because of the lineage of our community. 

We also have my Step dad involved in our daily lives & my Uncle, that would be my sons Pop-Pop & Great Uncle, his Mammom’s Brother. I was always sad my son wouldn’t grow up with siblings, I didn’t have siblings & I remember a lot of loneliness as a kid. But even with the pandemic kids aren’t lonely. 

If anything they are overstimulated. 

They FaceTime or zoom or discord server one another. They can be together away from their parents in their room into a world just like we always did with books or TV. Their world is better, it’s built by them for them. They gravitate away from things that adults like. The platforms we like don’t appeal to them, other than to watch & study us. Or to try & be famous. But mostly kids stay towards kid apps & when adults catch on to those apps, kids move to another one, or grow up & the new kids use a new digital landscape. 

I felt socially homeless when I was permanently banned from Facebook but I just joined the Fediverse & I’m really excited. Leaving behind corporate social media isn't easy, I still use Instagram & Twitter @JackieLane2020. 

I haven’t delved into it yet. I stalled out in creating my profile. In a new space I hadn’t yet thought of who I wanted to be. 

My Twitter identity took me a few days to come up with. At least. 

Who am I? 

Now that I’m forbidden from being who I saw myself as, Jackie Lane on Facebook for the past 15 years, 

who do I want to be? 

I can say anything I want again, 

go anywhere I want without being monitored as much. 

I still have to use Facebook for my two local businesses so I can’t even get it out of my life if I wanted to.

It’s partially my fault even. 

No one Sold Facebook back in the day more than I did.

I still miss the Organic Reach stats. I still miss grassroots internet organizing. I miss everyone together arguing at once instead of off in group organized echo chambers. 

I am not even sure where to post this. Should I make a new blog? I probably should. I had intended to make a Patreon a while back. It’s fully designed but more about hair than anything else. I stalled out at giving any corporation a large slice of my earnings. I would rsther do it myself & for free if I can. 

Perhaps a Substack? Somewhere people could send me money if they want to. I don’t like the idea of getting paid for writing. But mainly because most writing today is about getting in the targeted marketing that surrounds the writing. Which I’ve always refused to participate in. 

I will stick to my beloved Blogger for now. Find me here. 

I stalled out at Adsense long ago. I want to advertise my friends. Businesses who are my friends & who help my friends. I don’t want some random algorithm to decide what it thinks is appropriate to be associated with my brand. Maybe corporate #feminism tshirts & necklaces? No idea. I have people & organizations I know personally I want to lend support to, that’s what my grandmothers would do.  

[I found this floating in my phone's notes. I wanted to abandon ship but this is my home. This blog stays with me no matter who I become & I love that it evolves.]

Love , 

Jackie Lane 

3/4/21

Repost from the Web Archive of r/gendercriticalguys

Autogynephilic male here. Big rant about denial of AGP. Grab some popcorn.

EDIT (three days after posting): Big thanks to whoever donated the awards and coins! But, um, I hope you didn't give any real money to Reddit after they bannedr/gendercritical*...*

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Hi. Aussie autogynephilic male here. GC's favourite kind of person!

Just feeling the need to vent, and maybe help some people make sense of all this trans craziness.

I don't have any grotesque stories of my time as a TIM, because I never quite made it that far (thankfully), but maybe I can help people understand what it's like to have autogynephilia--at least in a mild form.

It's frustrating to see so little discussion of AGP in public discourse, even by people like JK Rowling. To my mind, it's the key, heart, core and crux of the problem with the trans movement today.

Then again, I might just be projecting. We AGPs are nothing if not self-absorbed. ;)


Disclaimers

I'm posting this here because doing so on the GC sister sub would be the height of ironic hypocrisy. "Oh hi ladies, please tell me how awesome I am for courageously talking about AGP, validate me please..."

More seriously, I should note that I'm not actually gender-critical. In fact, learning about AGP and the Blanchard MTF typology made it impossible for me to be gender-critical any longer. That pesky stuff about instinctive HSTS childhood feminine behaviour...

However, I amcritical of current trans ideology and worried about the things we males are getting away with. And there aren't many other places on the net to talk about it.

I'll try to talk GC style while I'm here, using terms like TIM, but under protest. In some cases it can be actively dangerous--especially when talking about the other kind of MTF transsexual (HSTS) who are vulnerable to being 'outed' as male. However, I do agree that 'TIM' and 'he' are useful terms for helping people to see AGPs like me clearly as the men we are, rather than valiantly trying to believe we're somehow 'really' women just because we say so.


Since this is a GC sub, I hope everyone here knows what AGP is, but for the benefit of random internet wanderers:

Autogynephilia is the erotic desire to become a woman. Sometimes it's described as a paraphilia (fetish), sometimes as an inward-directed sexual orientation, and sometimes as an 'erotic target location error' or 'identity inversion'--basically a glitch or bug in your sex drive that makes you want to becomethe object of your desire.

I strongly recommend looking it up, along with the Blanchard MTF typology. Pretty much everything wrong with trans activism these days makes sense once you know about it.

The short version is that there are two--and only two--kinds of MTF transsexual.

One is 'homosexual transsexual' or HSTS: basically the cousins of very feminine gay men--the extreme end of the rainbow. (If you want a dodgy shorthand stereotype, think The Crying Game, or Cindy from Ally McBealif anyone remembers that episode. Blaire White on YouTube is probably HSTS, as is Georgie Stone for the Aussies reading this. Also probably HSTS: Janet Mock, Laverne Cox, Kay Brown, Jazz Jennings, Bailey Jay, and maybe Rhyannon Styles.)

The other is 'autogynephilic transsexual'or AGP: heterosexual males with an erotic desire to be women. AGP can twist our sexuality into pretzels until we seem to be bisexual, asexual, attracted only to men or 'trans lesbians'. Apart from that, we seem like ordinary blokes--because we areordinary blokes. We have trouble passing as women and often shock everyone when we come out as trans.

AGP often, but not always, includes cross-dressing to get off. (The term 'autogynephile' also covers other varieties of this fantasy, like heterosexual transvestites.) Some autogynephiles are more turned on by the idea of having the female body, others by behaving in a stereotypically feminine way, others by having female body functions (like menstruating), and still others by wearing feminine clothes. Most of us probably have a little of everything.

In much of the world, the HSTS type is the most common (think Thai ladyboys). However, in the West, the autogynephilic type is the majority among dysphoria cases.

It's worth keeping in mind that some AGPs will distort their life histories and try to pretend they're HSTS. This can stuff up the data even in academic studies. So just because a TIM passes well, appears only attracted to men (nowadays) and claims to have been super-feminine in childhood doesn't necessarily mean they're genuinely HSTS. [EDIT: Those with more expertise than me will probably get a weary chuckle out of some of the comments on this post...]

It's also likely, although I'm not certain, that AGP comes in mild, moderate and extreme/disordered intensities, just like other paraphilias. Some autogynephiles develop gender dysphoria that requires treatment, but many of us don't. For instance, I don't have dysphoria--I'm not distressed that I'm 'trapped in a male body'--but I would very much like to become a woman. For, uh, reasons.

Two good free PDF books on the subject (albeit a few years old now) are Bailey's The Man who would be Queen and Anne Lawrence's Men Trapped in Men's Bodies.


With all that out of the way ... here's how it went for me

AGP is famously difficult for people to get a handle on--even for we AGPs ourselves. It's also routinely denied, distorted and hushed up by the trans community.

I didn't even know I had it until age 35, even though I thought I was well-informed about sexuality. One of my parents taught sex ed, fer Chrissakes. I read Kinsey biographies for fun. And even I'd never heard of it.

If you met me you wouldn't think I was anything but a bookish, shy, nerdy guy. A bit weird, sure, but in no way naturally feminine or 'gay'.

For as far back as I can remember, I've had a mild but persistent longing to be a woman. It goes right back into childhood, but--importantly--it was a secret fantasy thrill. I wasn't the kind of 'sissy boy' who stresses his parents out because he's always wearing dresses and playing with dolls. (That's sometimes an early sign of the other kind of MTF transsexual, HSTS.) But I wasthe guy who would always plays as a female character in video games, and preferred books and movies with female leads, and got all invested in lesbian shows. (For the record, Cat/Frankie 4 life.) It even included dreams--the profoundly spiritual kind where you see yourself with a female body in the mirror and wake up from going, 'OMG, the universe just sent me a Message about my True Inner Subconscious Feminine Gender Soul Identity! Which was incidentally kind of hot.'

Unlike many AGPs, I wasn't particularly into erotic cross-dressing. I'm more what you'd call an 'anatomic' autogynephile--it's the female body I fantasise about having.

I don't think it's a coincidence that I feel the same way about real women. I'm not one of those guys who thinks a woman in lingerie is hotter than a fully nude one. The point of clothes is to take them off, dammit!

Because of this, I never twigged to the fact that my fantasies had any connection to transvestic fetishism, which I thought was just about the clothes, or to transsexualism (which was, after all, supposed to be about gender identity rather than sexuality). On the other hand, the lack of cross-dressing helped me dodge the intense feelings of shame that many AGPs suffer. But even so, I've used a wig now and then, and I didfind that an excuse to cross-dress (e.g. a fancy dress party) kinda did it for me. This isn't unusual for AGPs--we often have a physical response to cross-dressing even if we thinkwe're not into it.

I'm just old enough to have grown up without the internet having too much influence on my teen years, which may have been a blessing. But I alternated between thinking I had some kind of utterly obscure fetish that nobody else on the planet shared, and thinking that I must be unusually empathetic and sensitive to women because I spent so much time trying to see life from their point of view. (Um...)

At one point I asked my doctor for a karyotype test to see if I had some kind of hidden intersex condition that would explain my strange 'affinity' for women. I don't. This kind of thing isn't unusual among AGPs either.

You might think the sexual nature of a paraphilia would be obvious, and sure, if it were something like 'I want to become a dragon' then it would be. But when it comes to AGP, a lot of us genuinely have trouble figuring out what our feelings mean. 'I'm attracted to women, but I also wish I was a woman and have dreams where I'm a woman... but why? I know intersex and trans people exist, and trans people say it's all about gender identity--so maybe I was born with a female brain?' You end up going in circles trying to puzzle it out. It was hard enough for me, with all my sex-ed knowledge. I can only imagine the maze of confusion and shame other people must go through, trying to work it all out from the weirder corners of the internet.

Until you ask the trans community for advice. And gee willikers, what sensible, evidence-based, scientifically sound advice they give. /sarcasm

Around my 35th birthday I 'cracked my egg' and started secretly identifying as trans. Fortunately I didn't get as far as actually trying to transition. Poking around transgender forums taught me a whole lot about HRT and so on, but nothing about the true nature of my feelings... or why people were trans in the first place. There seemed to be a lot of contradictions. Why were some kids obviously gender nonconforming from an early age, while other people didn't crack their eggs till they were 50? But the general consensus seemed to be, 'If you think you're trans, you probably are!'

Never saw a single reference to Blanchard, the typology or AGP. Not one.

Months later, I was on some unrelated internet surfage when I finally stumbled into GC and discovered the concept of autogynephilia. Talk about a peak trans. I went from sea level to Mt Everest in a single night of horrified Googling.

Analogy time:

Imagine if you were gay, but raised in some remote village where the very concept of males being sexually attracted to other males never even occurred to anyone. There isn't even a word in your language for 'gay'. Or even a way to say 'I am a guy with the hots for other guys'. The very concept is literally unthinkable in your culture.

Then, in your mid-thirties, after years and years of bewilderment at your strange feelings, you stumble onto the fact that 'homosexuality' exists and has been studied for decades, and that millions of other men like you exist. Except... some gay men had conspired to hush up the sexual aspects and insisted that it was all about chaste brotherly companionship. In fact, they destroyed the reputations of anyone who tried to explain what homosexuality was really about.

And, by the way, the gay rights movement is busily renovating the language, rejigging all the laws of sport and prisons and changing rooms, encouraging drastic and unnecessary medical procedures on children, attacking anyone who raises the meekest concern, and demanding that all straight men have sex with them... but that's all totally reasonable, right?

/analogy done

If it's true that we AGPs are prone to narcissistic rage, then guess what, trans rights movement, you've set off my volcano and I'm not happy, Jan. The rainbow warriors didn't get where they are today by being dishonest.

To be clear: I'm not ashamed of having AGP. Any more than a gay man or lesbian should be ashamed of being homosexual. In fact, I'm overjoyed to finally understand myself. Seriously. Like 'yell it from the rooftops' joy. In my view, calling us sicko perverts is counterproductive... although we're giving women plenty of justification these days. That sort of disgust, and the deep shame many AGPs feel, is one of the reasons AGP was hushed up and denied in the first place, because the dysphorics among us couldn't get treatment if we admitted to it. It's contributed to the mess we're in now.

But I am deeply alarmed and concerned by what autogynephilic men like me are doing. Denying and concealing a particular kind of sexuality is dangerous. I'm a man, much as I might wish I wasn't, and I know full well the kind of shenanigans we males try to get away with when nobody's looking.

Especially what we're doing to lesbians. Every time I think about it I want to punch holes in the wall (in a ladylike way, of course). I can't help being a perv, but I can damn well make sure I'm not a creep.


Lies and silence

The fundamental problem with autogynephilia--the thing that makes it such a hated idea among many TIMs--is that it means, with cold and merciless scientific precision, that I'm a male with a paraphilia. Which is exactly what the autogynephilic fantasy wants to deny. It's a snake that eats its own tail.

If I have AGP, I want to believe I'm a woman. I don't want to accept that I have AGP. Because that would mean I'm just a man with a glitchy sex drive.

So AGPs like me end up telling ourselves comforting fictions. For instance:


'AGP doesn't exist.'

So... the hundreds of case histories collected by researchers are all false? And all that feminisation porn out there is made by and consumed by who, exactly?


'AGPs are fetishistic men, but real trans women are totally different. Gender identity has nothing to do with sexuality.'

But... hang on... wouldn't a man with especially intense desire to become a woman take hormones and get surgery? Wouldn't they try to become... a transwoman?


'AGPs are a tiny minority among transwomen.'

Say the people whose own autobiographies read like textbook AGP case histories.


'Women feel sexy about themselves too, so my erotic fantasies of being female are in fact proof that I have a ladybrain!'

Wait, I thought AGP was rare or didn't exist? Now you're saying it's common and proves your female gender identity? Make up your minds.

Besides... you're telling me women get off on ironing or being pregnant or having their periods, just like the fantasies of some AGP males, do they? And they love to just stand naked in the middle of a room and do nothing, because existing while being female is a helluva turn on? And they get wet just by putting on undies in the morning? Yep, that sure sounds like female sexuality. Not male or fetishistic at all.

Incidentally, why do males get embarrassed by their own hard-ons when they cross-dress? Could it be because they're experiencing a male sexual reaction and they don't like it because they want to believe they're female?


'There is no evidence that there are two types of MTF transsexuals. The Blanchard typology has been debunked / discredited / proven false.'

Funny thing, I've spent the last eighteen months trying to find these allegedly definitive disproofs and come up empty. Apart from one or two feeble attempts like the Serano and Moser papers everyone raves about.

On the other hand, the academic work that finds evidence for two types--whether or not they accept AGP--goes back a hundred years and just keeps piling up. Every time I turn around I find another paper. Hirschfeld, Freund, Buhrich and McConaghy (AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE OI OI OI sorry), Blanchard, Lawrence, Nuttbrock, that Netherlands team I can never remember the name of, Zahvlin...

Now since I know I'm AGP myself, you could fairly accuse me of confirmation bias. But then you'd have to also admit bias on the part of all those many, many trans activists who really, really don't want AGP to be real. Somehow I think their bias might outweigh mine.

Oh, and even some activists who insist AGP isn't a thing, like ContraPoints, grudgingly admit there do seem to be two 'clusters' of transsexuals.

... Wait, no, what am I saying? There can't possibly be two types. Because if there are two types, then it's obvious why the HSTS type goes trans... 'cos if you're incredibly feminine and gay, living as a woman kinda makes sense. Hey, maybe they're even born with incompletely masculinised brains or something, I dunno. But... it's weird the othertype goes trans. The guys like me. We seem like typical straight blokes. Wouldn't we be better off as typical straight blokes? There must be some kind of inner motivation. Oh, how interesting, guess what, these guys all seem to have one thing in common: fetishistic arousal to the idea of becoming a woman. Which leads us to...

... AGP. Oops.

And that's why we mustn't talk about the two types, folks. Loose lips sink ships.


'Um... trans women are women, so shut up, you TERF.'

By Jove, your well-reasoned argument is irrefutable. I am agog.


So what's the big deal?

Whenever I try to raise my concerns about all this with friends and family, their universal response is 'What's the big deal?'

Examples (from my left-leaning circle):

  • A cousin who said he 'supported me on my journey' should I declare myself trans, but warned he and his wife might never speak to me again if I went public about AGP, because it could hurt transwomen. (Um... what about, oh, I don't know, the other 99% of the population?) He also dismisses concerns about TIMs hassling lesbians as a fringe minority.

  • A fiftysomething lesbian who finds the whole discussion strange, boring and irrelevant (!!!)

  • A female psychologist and sex researcher who has ranted to me about entitled male sexual behaviour... yet doesn't find AGP convincing, doesn't see why it should matter in any case, and (when confronted with evidence of TIMs harassing lesbians for sex) insists that they must be men with some other kind of lesbian-fetish, rather than AGP. Because... well, I think the chain of reasoning goes something like, 'autogynephilic transwomen are transwomen, and we all know transwomen are women, so they'd never act like that.'

  • A friend who, when I cautiously suggested that 'some men' might pretend to be trans in order to get into women's spaces, shrugged it off as so rare and unlikely as not to be worth worrying about. We definitelyshouldn't demonise a whole marginalised, oppressed and vulnerable group out of paranoia over something like that. (Ooh, I'm secretly part of a marginalised, oppressed and vulnerable group, am I? Sweet as.) Besides, gender-neutral changing rooms are becoming the norm, aren't they? (Um... are they? Well, she works in the creative arts...) I asked her how she'd respond if I announced I were trans on the spot. She seemed happy to start using female pronouns immediately. This is the same woman who has dropped hints about having suffered traumatic abuse at male hands when younger--possibly sexual--and is usually sharply critical of male privilege. To be fair, though, I didn't actually get to the point of mentioning AGP. I wanted to lead into it by talking about homosexuality first, but it turned out she thought at least 25% of men are gay, which derailed the conversation a little. Again, creative arts...

As far as I can tell, most people I talk to are working from a well-trained mental assumption that 'trans women are women' in the brain or soul somehow. Fair enough; I used to assume that too. They start from that position and then work backwards. AGP is an interesting origin story, but nothing more.

The real implications--that AGP means we're all fundamentally heterosexual males, and that women should be just as wary of us as they are of every other heterosexual male--seem to fly over their heads. Even though I'm standing there going, "Hello? I have AGP and I'm telling you not to extend a free pass to guys like me. Hello? Can you hear me? Is this thing on? Hello?"

Nah... the moment a man says he's a woman, he must have been one all along, welcome, how brave, here's your get-out-of-male-free card. I wonder when Trump will hit on that little trick.

Possibly part of the issue is that I'm Australian. We tend to trail a few years behind the bigger English-speaking countries on most social trends. Trans rights issues don't yet seem to have reached the boiling point of total legal lunacy that they have in the US and UK, so it's not on most people's radar. When you talk about a 'transgender woman' here, I think most people still picture the old-school MTF transsexual who's had surgery, been on hormones for years, might be a bit eccentric but basically keeps themselves to themselves and just gets on with their life. We haven't had a high-profile figure comparable to Bruce Jenner, as far as I know. It's hard to tell for sure what's going on here, though, because online chatter from the US and UK tends to drown us out. Only our right-wing media discusses it, which drives me round the bend.


My personal nightmare (which has already come true)

I suspect (as do many others) that the vast majority of TIMs these days are autogynephilic males who probably don't even have dysphoria, but are just enjoying the sweet sweet bliss of plugging into the Transgender Orgasmatron Matrix and imagining we're women, while society bends over backwards to stroke our pleasure centres. I was ready to do it. I like to think I'm a fairly smart guy, but the siren call of trans activism very nearly got me. I owe GC a huge debt for throwing cold water on my face.

All this increasingly deranged language? 'Assigned male at birth', 'sex is a social construct', 'women and ciswomen' instead of transwomen and women, 'clit' instead of 'penis', on and on and on... It's not just political correctness gone mad. It's not just thought policing and Orwellian newspeak. It's kink. It's fantasy. We've all plugged ourselves into the Matrix while convincing ourselves that we woke up.

And right now the world seems happy to cater to it, because the world hasn't cottoned on to what it's really all about. The barriers have lowered so far that even mild cases like me, who would previously have never seriously considered adopting a trans identity, are clamouring to get through the gate.

I know many women see this whole thing as an orchestrated plot to destroy feminism and put females back in their boxes. You might be right. (That Everyday Feminism site disturbs me.) But my gut feeling at the moment is that it's something more selfish and unconscious. Something typically male, in other words. I don't think a lot of us even notice the damage we're doing as we rampage around in the china shop.

My hot take: We're not delusional, exactly. We're not convincedwe're women, like the guy who's convinced he's Jesus. If we were, we wouldn't get so angry when people refuse to play along; we'd just nod and smile and forgive them. We just really, really, really want to believewe're women. Because it feels so exquisite. We're trying our damndest to stay asleep, but deep down we know it's all a dream. And you just keep on trying to shake us awake with your painful reminders that we aren't women and never can be, that our heart's desire is impossible. We just want you to shut up, you TERFs, so we can stay in bed and live the dream. Oh, whoops, did we smash women's rights in the process? Oh dear, what a shame, but hey, omlettes, as long as we get our kicks.

(Anecdotally, quite a few AGPs do know what's going on and are just as upset as me. But there's a certain coterie of activists who come after any sex researcher or TIM who admits to having AGP and tries to ruin their lives, along with the lives of everyone they know. J Michael Bailey was #1 on their hit list and they've been patrolling us ever since. That was disconcerting to learn. I mean, jeez, paedophiles are hated by pretty much everyone except other paedophiles... but out AGPs are hated by other AGPs. It's a weird world we live in.)

Scary thought: It's hard to get accurate figures, but I've seen estimates (Lawrence 2011) that 3% of males may be autogynephilic to some degree. Now, that includes men whose AGP makes them 'bisexual' or 'asexual' or only attracted to men, and mild cases who are happy to just stick to cross-dressing without identifying as trans.

However, when you realise that lesbians only make up about 1-2% of the female population...

... in other words, the potential pool of AGP males outnumbers lesbians...

... and that a heterosexual male with AGP is quite likely to consider himself a 'trans lesbian' because he still wants sex with women...

... and that males tend to get their way at the expense of females...

... and that paraphilias often come in clusters, i.e. if you're AGP you may well also be into kink/BDSM or any number of other strange things ...

... and that pretty much anyone can identify as trans these days and be instantly believed and have their every whim catered to, without needing a diagnosis for dysphoria ...

... and that most people have no idea there are two distinct types, so that (for example) everyone holds up Georgie Stone as a figurehead for trans rights even though she's almost certainly HSTS rather than AGP...

... and that everybody knows being trans is all about gender identity and being 'trapped in the wrong body from birth', and has absolutely nothing to do with sexuality, how dare you even suggest it, you transphobe...

... hello Cthulhu.

Most days I feel like that guy shouting at passing cars from Invasion of the Bodysnatchers.

Another analogy: Keeping paedophiles from preying on children is hard enough. Imagine how hard it would be if hardly anyone knew paedophilia existed... and anyone who tried to talk about it was fired from child protection agencies or banned from teaching.


I'm not writing all this to wring sympathy from anyone. I'm just trying to say that the denial of autogynephilia doesn't just hurt women and children (and team LGB, and...) It also hurts AGPs ourselves, by misleading us, turning our feelings inside out, and pandering to our selfish desires instead of teaching us restraint. Because if we're women, we must be safe and trustworthy, right?

I came thisclose to throwing my righteous weight behind trans activism, attacking TERFs and hurting the people I love and adore most of all--women--while totally convinced I was a good guy. Or rather girl.

Phew. Okay. Rant over. Happy to answer questions if anyone has them.


Love, 

Jackie Fucking Lane 

See you in Washington D.C. on March 8th for International Women’s Day. Women around the world are being redefined. 

8/31/20

Child Abuse Part 1

When I started writing about my experiences with childhood sexual assault, I focused a lot on how terrible I felt. But for some reason I just woke up from a long nap wanting to get into the details. I've been reading/listening to audible a lot about the classes in Amerika. I've been learning about Caste systems. I've been swallowing knowledge whole. The Artist's Way would call me out for my avoidance of producing my own art.  

I wrote about abuses I faced in life and felt that was the last thing I ever had to say. I became protective of my new story. Wanting to control precisely how other people view what I have going on now. But there is still judgement. And there always be. I miss putting it all out there in writing so I feel understood by my friends and whomever my readers are. I always feel it is special that anyone ever reads what I have to say. I always forget what it feels like. But my last post before this brought tears to someone's eyes. 

That is powerful. 

I listen to a lot of comedians in podcasts and audiobooks. In another life I was a comedian. If I don't explode onto the scene like Hannah Gadsby someday out of extreme social frustration. 

I promised myself I'd stop being afraid. 

That I would channel teenage Jackie Lane again. The personna that protected me through the worst of keeping my secrets from the people I love. I don't need to protect secrets but I miss her strength.

God it feels good to not have secrets. 

That is the one thing I wish I could give to everyone in the world. 

I am shameless. 

I feel no shame somehow anymore.

After a lifetime of walking around bearing a cross the size of the World Trade Center Monument. 

All this reading and listening to other incredible authors and artists* has had a common serendipitous theme. 

Nothing changes without action. 

I always thought being abused by my "brother" was a gift. Because anytime I've ever told anyone they responded with, "oh he's your step-brother, so you're not actually related" as if being related to someone is why it sucks when they manipulate and abuse you. 

I have no biological siblings. But that common female response tells me that far More women have been abused and assaulted by their biological brothers than we talk about as a society. Older cousins and uncles, sometimes fathers and grandfathers, of both male and female children influence their early exposure to porn culture. It has gone from leaving Girls Gone Wild in with the regular DVDs back in the day Or accidentally turning on the Playboy or Cinemax Channel as a kid just scanning for some cartoons or a good TV movie; to being shown hardcore while you are looking through Twitter or Instagram. With Tik Tok and SnapChat we adults all know it has gotten worse and that we are in denial about the problem of sexualized children. 

But in typical fashion teenagers and young people always show us the way. They are protesting every injustice imaginable. They want us to have PPE and go to work, to respect gay people, to respect trans people,  to respect sex workers, to confront the corrupt government, to stop allowing white supremecist cops to execute citizens who have committed no crime.

If my story tells me anything. It is that because of the harmful adult world children can be groomed to hurt one another. Right now gangs of children are killing one another in the street and we can watch the livestreams and video footage from the comfort of our own home. Teenage children are raping one another because adults have presented an internet full of the filmed rape and degradation of millions of young people their age. 

I always like to think my CSA wasn't that bad. Which it wasn't. But I also know that Every Single Victim Says That. It doesn't matter that you were not penetrated when you were groped and controlled and manipulated to be mentally broken. Left with a constant feeling of humiliation and shame. Just because on some level your feminist upbringing Did protect you. That you know you used force to stop some things. That you know you were groomed by culture to think this is normal but because of who your mother was... You never did. Even when you were the most brianwashed a little voice inside you screamed from deep within the echo of your belly that there was another way. 

But childhood sexual trauma is going to have to be like all the other problems we are facing as an adult global culture right now. I would say as a country but Amerika is just the tip of the iceberg right now in sexism and male violence. The internet has promoted and exposed things about humanity that have long needed changing. 

Women and children will be protected finally. 

We will have world peace. 

Not without action.

Not without difficult conversations adults do not want to have with themselves about the role they have played promoting violent patriarchy because of internalized misogyny. Men also have deeply internalized misogyny. Men have to deal with being accused of being lesser men when they refuse to participate in porn culture any longer. Every man is raised surrounded by it and can only choose in adulthood to change. When men choose to respect women the men in their life want to know why. What happened to them? What woman has been influencing them? That is how you know. 

Love, 
Jackie Fucking Lane

*Shout out to my authors/artists: Alex Haley, Malcolm X, Rachel Dratch, Sheila Jeffries, Nancy Tuana, Gail Dine, Cordelia Fine, Andrea Dworkin, Whitney Cummings, Amy Pohler, Ronan Farrow, Julia Camron, Adam Cohen, Danny Haiphong, Glen Ford, Caroline Criado Perez, Isabel Wilkerson, Michelle Alexander, Tina Fey, Bailey Poland, Joe Rogan, Anna Farris) [I highly recommend you look all of these people up, see what they say, read a thing-a-ling]

8/30/20

The Amerikan Civil War 2

Last Summer my mom took my son on a vacation to Gettysburg. They toured the battlefields. Did a little sight seeing around town. My mom's response to all of this Civil War knowledge was, "the Generals on both sides went to the same military Academy, it sounded exactly like what's going on in the country, it could happen again, things sound like that now." I just thought this was the musings of my mom. She has always had a penchant for saying wacky things even before "old age". But this didn't seem wacky or hilarious. It seemed true.

The only thing that I didn't agree with was how fast it could happen. I knew it was happening. And yet I couldn't fathom what a year later would bring. That we would have spent half the year Sheltering At Home to protect us from Coronavirus exposure. That both the radical leftist and the radical right would be protesting frequently in the streets. Not sure of their aims. Wanting things to go back to the way they were. Not realizing things never were that way and that the way things were was an illusion sold to them by the billionaire oligarch ruling class. 

This past week another citizen was excuted with a shot to the head at point blank range by a "keeper of the peace". If our civil war was to have sides it wouldn't be black and white like most people believe, it would be black and blue. Plenty of white people now believe in black lives matter. Black in this case of civil war is not for black people but for anarchy against the system. Blue is not a people color. But it is the color which the violent gang that has taken control of Amerika under Donald Trump identifies as.  

The rulers have taken away their Football, their other Football, Soccer, Baseball, the Olympics, & all college sports. The expression of male tribalism went the only place it knows how to go when misdirected.

War. 

What is it good for. 

Absolutely nothin.

While you want to fight. And feel nobel in whatever your cause may be. Remember the oligarchs of any era never die in war. The proletariat does. The working class. The People die. Our sons die. Their sons become Senators or, the much more powerful, CEOs. 

I am actually shocked that after this week no one has written what I am about to say. A teenage gang member in Kenosha shot and killed people rioting and protesting the execution of a brother from their community. Jacob Blake's sister had some powerful words for the gang that murdered her brother and controls this country with military force. I highly recommend you look up a video of her speaking. 

Under the laws of this country, there is no crime that justifies public execution without trial. 

None. 

Zero. 

Nada. 

Zilch. 

Nothing. 
You get the idea.

We will not rehabilitate the world from patriarchal male violence with solutions that escalate the global level of male violence. 

On the way to South Central Pennsylvania. In the suburbs near Baltimore, which I didn't even realize were in PA until recently, I've seen squadrons of military vehicles traveling on the highways. My favorite combat Hummers from childhood. Caravans of light armored vehicles I'm only vaguely familiar with from obsessively playing Battlefield, because I've never been in the military myself, but mainly because this is my first time on Earth spent living in an active war zone. 

On the 4th of July this year, all of the local large gathering's of Fireworks were cancelled due to CV. In New Jersey my entire life, large personal Fireworks were illegal to purchase. A few people would do the family run to Pennsylvania and pick up some big ones and a few people in town would set them off. But without any big fireworks displays nearby. 

People went All Out. 

It was a perfectly beautiful evening, the sort you get few of a year. We walked down to the Community Garden before dusk. It takes about 30 minutes. On the walk back, last light finally finished as the sun set fully and the sky darkened, and as soon as it did even the slightest, the first bang went off. And then some pop pop pops. 

Ratta tat tat. 

From All Sides. 

Every direction, every block. 

For Miles and Miles along the Toms River you could see explosions of light. But fireworks aren't safety devices, they are literal explosives. As we walked down the long road to my house I said to those walking with me, "This is what War Sounds Like." Random clicking and popping and a few big bangs, hopefully farther from you than closer to you, from any direction at any hour. 

After months of Sheltering At Home, to be in the middle of the sound of war, with Trump as President, knowing we already had seen the Thin Blue Line Gang (TBLG) with assault rifles protesting at State Capitols, threatening our elected officials with violence instead of election results. All I could think about were the Veterans. Not old Vietnam Vets, the dads of our friends we worried about as children. I thought of my own friends. The ones with PTSD from our most recent and ongoing wars of global domination. I have PTSD for reasons of male violence other than war but even before I truly understood what that pain feels like, I knew that we are harming our veterans. How can we say we honor veterans when our biggest collective celebration of Freedom during the year causes them extreme mental distress so great it may actual cause them physical pain? 

We cannot lie to them.

They know it is not about freedom.

They were personally ordered to or saw others personally ordered to murder civilian women and children because they may or may not be related to someone we think is a danger to our way of life. 

Amerika believes in the patriarchal will to kill with impunity. To destroy others for the sake of capitalist gain. And now Amerika is a global problem. We have infected the world with our supposed "billionaire" philanthropists. People who have bastardized the ratios of understanding that keep people aware of their level compared to the rulers. The numbers are too large for most people to understand because of the current state of disrepair in education.

If we want to change the world we need to promote Literacy. 

The two cousins I have as cops, they were both indoctrinated since early childhood into competitive sports culture. I've never seen either of them read a fucking book in their entire lives. Which is the only way a man can be raised to be so ignorant and gullible as to take up arms in defense of an unjust system who kills the poor, and people of any color or character at all, with impunity. 

The oligarchs are allowing the Thin Blue Line Gang to patrol the streets. To threaten any stupid "masker" who believes in the greater good of other human beings. They really can turn anything into a derrogatory. 

Don't let the propaganda get you down. This is all because their way if life is losing. It Must Lose if we are to save the planet. There are many more peaceful types and silent partners in the world than their are violently brainwashed. 

The constant streaming may have separated us in some social ways. But during SAH we all saw how it could connect us as well. It has given us ways to share guerilla gardening knowledge widely to take the power of food back and give it to the people. 

We have seen people use every single type of social media to share first hand videos of what is really happening with the TBLG on the streets. To counteract the constant propaganda about how Well things are going. For whom are they going well exactly? 

The stock market is up. 

Who gives a fuck. 

In order to have a war, you must have soldiers. In order to have a war people must be armed and willing to fight. Lay down your arms. Men. I beg you. Stop the violence. 

We need a global peace treaty now. 

But here at home, in Amerika, we need to end this Civil War 2 before we can consider ourselves the police force of the world. The world doesn't need our slave patrols. 

Love, 
Jackie Fucking Lane

8/3/20

What Is A Woman?

What is a woman? 

It seems like a very simple question.

To me.

What is a woman to me?

I am a woman.

What am I?

I am strong. 

I am resilient. 

I am objectified.

I am soft. 

I am human. 

I am more human than human.

What is a woman?

A fighter.

A swimmer.

A singer.

A dancer.

A feminist.

A lady. 

A thinker.

A joiner. 

A dooer.

A gardener.

An activist. 

A student.

A leader. 

What makes me a woman?

I have the characteristics of the female sex. 

I have boobs. 

I have hips. 

I have thighs. 

I have a weak chin, browbone, and cheekbones. 

I bleed once a month. Sometimes twice. 

I spend at least 3 to 4 months out of every year from age 12 to 50 cramping and bleeding. 

I had to get out of a race at a swim meet because I had my first period and the pain was too great. I was crying furious tears of anger. My coach and my mom were very impressed.

I've been behind at school work or in dance class because I missed due to my period. It is not something women are allowed accomodations for. You miss it, and that is it. You miss out. 

I have been discriminated against at work for having emotions. 

I have been bullied at work for being a young woman. 

I have been sexually harassed at work. 

I have been bullied online. 

I have been sexually harassed online. 

I have been bullied in class in school.

I have been sexually harassed in class in high school. 

I have gone on vacations and had important milestones during painful periods. 

I have been in pain from ovulating and cramps halfway through the month on top of having cramps during PMS and my period. 

I was molested at around age 12 by a family member. 

I have had family members mention my breasts.

I have had friends mention my breasts.

I've had strangers mention my breasts. 

I've had family members mention my ass.

I've had friends mention my ass.

I've had strangers mention my ass. 

I have had men tell me I am fat. 

I have had men tell me I am a slut. 

I have had men tell me I talk too much. 

I have had men laugh in my face as a child.

I have had men laugh in my face as an adult.

I have had men make more money than me at the same job while younger and with less skills. 

I have had men shout at me from a car, in my flannel pajamas walking back from my child's bus stop in the morning. 

I have had men shout at me while I am walking into a concert. 

I've had men touch me while I was entering a bar. 

I've had men shout at me about my clothing. 

I've had men and women I don't know tell me their opinion of my hair. 

I have had to walk through a dark parking lot with a key between each finger and my carabiner supporting my knuckles like a set of makeshift brass knuckles. 

I have been sexually harassed in college. 

I was sexually harassed by another student.

I was sexually harassed by a professor in the same class. 

I have been sexually assaulted while black-out drunk. 

I have been raped while blacked out drunk. 

I have had men try and rip my clothes off while I am drunk. 

I had a man try and rip my clothes off in broad daylight while sober. 

I have been to the police with a crime and not been believed.

I have been to the police with a story of rape and not been believed.

I am a woman. 

Every time I assert my opinion someone comes round to fact check me. 

I can not make any statement of opinion or fact without orders signed in triplicate. Sent in, sent back. Even with every dot on my i's and cross of my t's on my sources I am still not believed. 

Believe women.

It means a lot more than we realize so far.

Love, 
JackieFuckingLane

P.S. I see you.