T Slur Collective

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Val and chastity. Leatherdykes, trans women, educators. Kill your rapist. @VioletLeatherCo.leatherdyke.gay @chastity-vale.leatherdyke.gay

A grainy black and white photo of a dyke in black leather pants holding a knife at their side. Text in red reads "T Slur Collective's Seattle Leather Market. Jan 31, 11am to 4:30pm. 18+, masks required and provided, no entry fee. Kink Center, 814 E Pike St."
A promotional image for the talk, "A Trans Leatherdyke History", with the IMsLBB logo at the bottom left, captions labeling this as a lecture for beginners, and a card with a black and white photo of a leatherdyke in a crowded bar, and the text "Come learn the history of leather, as lived and told by trans women! This talk presents the history of leather by tracing feminist theory, aesthetic developments, pornography, exclusion, and practice through the lens of trans women. We will talk about the golden age of porn, where the aesthetic sense comes from, the sex wars, and transness. This talk is the result of years of research, multiple books, dissertations, and years of zines and correspondence. Presenter: chastity vale (she/her)"
A pair of hands holding a rosary, cuffs chained which is also attached to a collar.
Two women, one is on her knees. The other is holding a small whip, striking the one kneeling.
A forearm and hand. The hand has black stiletto nails. The forearm is covered in little round bruises. In the background a leg covered in bruises can be seen
A black and white photo from the 60s focusing on the crotch of a person wearing loose jeans and what looks like a fringed, suede vest. The crotch of the jeans is held closed by three large nuts and bolts.
A trans woman lying on her back on a wood floor, shot from the right. In her thighs are some small bruises. She has tattoos on either hip: on one side a pair of bound hands, on the other a pair of hands holding a crucifix. Her hands are behind her head, with her elbows forward. Her clit is out and uncovered, and a ring is pierced through its head.
I'd like to comment on the difference between self-identity and recognition by others as that entity. One may enter into the psychology of metamorph woman, what some call transsexual, and implicitly understand gender iden- tity as an internal representation with an external representation. If that internal personification has been relatively stable over the whole of one's life, then presumably a transsexual is woman even if she's never ingested hormones or had surgical procedures. However (this is a BIG however), for a transsexual to be accepted by her social peers as female, .sh /how to interact, how to communicate with the world as a functioning member of the class of women. She needs to be recognized by dyke function as same. Some are. Many aren't. Some are still working on it
Dykes and (Ugh!) male to Female Transsexuals by Tala Brandeis im an out S/M leather dyke. My sexual relations are with other leather dykes. Some time ago I made a transition from male gender role to female gender role. Claiming identity as woman, as dyke, angers certain lesbian sep- aratists. Other people are delighted.
What I ended up realizing by going through this self-examination was that the only constant feature of my identity over the years has been change, and that my identity will always be a work in progress. The fluid nature of my identity makes it difficult for me to capture on paper. After all, the expression of this My identity ranges from teenage hood to sissy dork to cynical bar dyke. identity is influenced by (but not limited to) whom I'm with and where I am. It is thoroughly episodic, ranging from teenage hood to sissy dork to cynical bar dyke. But lately... I've been fancying myself a "gentleman butch." I drive, open doors, carry packages, and offer my coat to femmes. (Of course, this assistance is always offered with the direct or implied acknowledgement that, on her own, she is fully capable!) But... if it's pleasurable for her to play this game, then I too am a willing participant. And that's the main point, I think—you get to create your own identity. Have fun with it!
this is a test: How do you identify-butch, femme, butch queen, glamor femme, dandy, tomboy femme, femmy-butch, butchy-femme, sissyboy, princess, scruffy punk femme, androgyne, fagdyke, other? ♦ Who are you attracted to? Is there a connection between who you're attracted to and how you identify yourself? E.g., do you call yourself a femme because you are attracted to butches? ♦ How do you define butch or femme or whatever term you choose to identify yourself? ♦ What are some of the beliefs you have about butches/femmes? E.g., butches don't have feelings, femmes are histrionic. ♦ If you're butch, do you resent femmes for their access to heterosexual privilege because they can be mistaken for straight women? If you're femme, do you resent butches for their ability to pass for men or their being easily recog- nized as dykes? ♦ Do you feel that FTMs are more butch than butch women? What value do you attach to "degree of butchness"? Is there such a thing? ♦ In your personal experience, what is the relation- ship between maleness and butchness? (mas- culinity and butchulinity?) Between femaleness/ femininity and femmeness? ♦ Write about your experiences of being neither or both genders. Describe any characters you might use during role play.
A doll with interchangeable genitalia
Instead of the cement blocks I was sentenced to wear, I'm very grateful to the gender pioneers for my high heels.
Feminism saved my life, but it's the gender outlaws that turn me on.
This lover was also extremely out as a lesbian. She wanted to be really physical in public. But this time it was I who balked. I did not want to be seen in public with her because people kept mistaking us for a straight couple. And not only did I really hate being mistaken for a man, I also hated interacting with men who would refer to my lover as a "babe" and want to bond with me about it.
woman-notice I didn't say girl. The girl that I felt like I never got to be is still around, but she lives in the realm of fantasy.
$3.95 - THE ZINE FOR LEATHERDYKES AND OTHER BAD GIRLZ - no.5 BRAT attack
When I bottom I want to really bottom. I want to give it up, give it all, and have that gift appreciated, respected, desired. I want to show my gratitude with more than repeated cries of "Thank you, Mistress." I want to really "give thanks", as in at the altar, as in sacrifice. I don't want my blood and pain to be interchangeable with anyone else's; because then I am just an unblessed eucharist, a piece of unleavened bread.