The Revolution Eats Itself

…as evidenced by the headline for this article,  discussing a little hissy-fit at the big Fag Fest LGBTOSTFU celebration in NYFC:

Tensions between trans women and gay men boil over at Stonewall anniversary

Lipstick at fifteen paces, ladies gurrls semi-femmes, whatever.

The scene at New York City’s Stonewall Inn on Saturday, as reported by multiple witnesses on social media, showed how long-simmering tensions between transgender women of color and white gay men have boiled over during the celebration of World Pride and the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall uprising.

As for me:


  1. What is it about raw assholes that certain people find them so enticing? I don’t get it. I always considered that whole subject, jamming dicks in assholes, an activity perpetrated by people that are mentally deranged, and still do. As Tina Turner said so long ago, “What’s Love Got To Do With It?”. Why, nothing of course, just more lies. sigh

  2. At another forum someone commented “This proves that men are better at everything. Including being women.”

    That’s something that pissed off my old girlfriend (she who was the Women’s Studies major) when the movie Tootsie came out, that it showed that a man could be a better woman than a woman could. Of course since her anger was directed at a straight white male (or as close as Dustan Hoffman could come to acting like one) it was OK.

    Time to organize a “Straight White Monogamous Non-Gender-Confused Unambiguous Men’s Pride Day”.

    Or better still, all the straight white monogamous non-gender-confused unambiguous men should take a couple weeks off from all their expected duties, to show everyone how large a percentage of the world and work force we really DO make up.

    1. I’m just in favor of a “Day without Whites.” Or, better yet, a week. Let’s see how the rest of the country fares. Of course, when we come back to work the next week, it’s likely that the firefighters are going to be busy in the inner shitties, and the funeral homes will be doing gang-buster business.

      I’m also in favor of not shipping food to the inner shitties for about a week, just to see what would happen. You know, for the sake of science…and shits and giggles.

  3. Kind of reminiscent of the fights between the sects on the Temple Mount, isn’t it?

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