Quote from: ƃuıxǝʌ on June 07, 2010, 03:47:56 AM
Hey, what the hell?
Butch dykes most certainly do not!
The people you're actually talking about are a subset of radical feminist, some of whom happen to be butch dykes.
Saying "Butch dykes hate MTFs cuz..." is no different to saying "Trans women hate men cuz..."
This is definitely not my experience with the lesbian community. When I first moved to Toronto, I was offered a job at a print chain by a women who was a dyke. I thought to myself hey, this is so cool, if anyone has an understanding of my situation it would be her, right? After all, we are all part of the "rainbow flag of diversity"--sisters in a sense. Boy was I wrong! This woman (if you can call her that) after three months began to harass and abuse me verbally. She brought over her lesbian friends, some of which worked at other locations, where she then began to ridicule me in front of them. She would constantly micro manage me. She would shut down my programs or restart my computer without saving my work while I was away on a break. She would promise customers delivery of jobs, then leave for the weekend without informing me about her promises to clients. I was then left to defend myself from an outraged client as to why their job was not completed. She would have the overnight guy call me late at night to inform me of a serious issue that needs to be corrected as soon as possible and I have to go to the job site. When I arrived I would find that this so-called emergency was something the he could have taken care of himself. The list goes on and on. Six months later she fires me!
Fast forward four years. I'm now living in the apartment of my dreams which took me three years to discover. When I moved in, I had some really nice neighbors living beside me. So nice that I really didn't mind that they would sometimes party late into the night. About a year later they moved out. Then these two lesbians move in. I'm out on my balcony when one of them says hi. I respond with some small talk, then silence. Then they start laughing. From that day on everytime I was on my balcony and they were on there, they would make some sort of comment about me.
Fast forward to this summer/spring. As mentioned in previous posts, I've done a lot of work to my body--I'm buff and I'm not shy to say that I look good. This is confirmed by my dealings with people on the street. I guess over the winter, the couple had broken up. The fat little militant midget with the bowl cut who wore heavy mens second hand blazers in the deadly heat of the summer was no longer there. She was replaced by something resembling a sock puppet who, to my astonishment turned out to be pretty nice, at first. We chatted a few times and exchanged pleasantries when passing in the hall. Then the first heat of the summer hit. I'm a sun worshipper and spend a great deal of time working on my tan. I was out on the balcony when the sock puppet came out. I was wearing my denim shorts and a halter--similar to what I wore last summer while in the sun when they had moved in. She took one look at me and was speechless. I said hello, then her partner--one of the original occupants of the apartment came out. she was speechless as well. She then dragged the sock puppet into the apartment and slammed the door.
Since that day, the sock puppet no longer talks to me. Whenever I am out there and they come out, they spend a great deal of time making comments about me and laughing--I ignore it. Whenever they have a friend over, they have to make a mention that I'm a 'guy'. Nobody else calls me a guy. NOBODY. Nobody looks at me strangely or double takes me on the street. NOBODY. Other people in the complex are quite friendly and sociable, but not these people.
These experiences have been enough to turn me off of an entire sub culture. Gay men have no problem with me. As a matter of fact, gay men are actually quite respectable and sociable with me. Young girls don't have a problem with me--most think I'm actually "super cool" given my age and my interests. Women who take care of themselves and who have no hang ups about their appearance have no issues with me. So what gives? I no longer even give these people (lesbians) a chance as I know that they are all one of the same. If, when I resume my job search, I accept a position and find a lesbian(s) working there--I will quit. This is how strongly I feel about the issue. This is how deeply I've been affected by these people. To me, the 'rainbow flag of diversity' has now become the rainbow flag of hypocrisy!
I apologize if this offends anyone but I am not afraid to speak my mind concerning disrespect towards the trans community and I refuse to stay silent when it occurs.