Dear trans activists.

For many of us, it’s not your dick we have a problem with, nor any other part of your body. It’s the fact that you disrespect women so intensely that you think our lived female reality can be bought with makeup, dresses, and falsetto.

If your concern is that radical feminists don’t want you because you have a dick, friendly reminder that plenty of us are bi and straight. And if you weren’t such a misogynist, one of us might’ve once been attracted to you. In fact, one of the most intense sexual relationships I’ve had was with a young bisexual man who decided later on (after we lost contact) that his secret love of makeup and “women’s” clothes made him a woman. Granted, the sex itself wasn’t nearly as good as the buildup, but our connection maintained a definite intensity regardless. I miss the guy who never denied his sex – the guy who was uniquely sexy, passionate, and gender nonconforming – before he fell into the trans ideology quicksand.

So trust me, it’s not your dick. It’s the fact that you are one.