Why A Transgendered Woman Calls for Psychiatry's Destruction by Camille Moran. (cw mention of rape)
My name is Camille. I am born transgendred woman. When I was a child I said that I was a girl but the world called me a “faggot.” Under the sky of pain called psychiatry I was locked away for many years and had the requisite tortures: the terror of electroshock, my bones broken, my body drugged and raped, I was not raised as a gender but as a bug of a child to be smashed.
I am nobody’s victim. My body belongs to me & so does my holy brain. I am the ghost of the untapped conscience of shrinks, a lurking justice, a part of the gathering truth that is rising with a common voice out of the wake of their evil blue fire.
Transsexuals are born into the book of labels. We may be genetic but we are not genetically defective sub-human creatures. By the very nature of our difference, the independence of out alien spirituality, and the passion of the power of our will, we are a threat to the ruling delusions of the mental death profession.
No one has our permission to debate the validity of our existence, to define our reality, to dismiss our pain, and to name us. We name ourselves.
If you could look into the collective genetic memory of your humanity you would find us in the rivers of your dreams, for we were always here, we here here when Earth was a green spirit. We were a natural occurrence in a singing world. In times of absolute horror and destruction I wish for you all the transformational creativity of an utterly beautiful madness, ans I offer you the blessing of a holy human freak.
More info from tumblr user bananapeppers, found in the notes:
“[…] this appears in Dendron no. 33/34 (fall 1993). PDF available via Judi Chamberlin Papers, Special Collections and University Archives, University of Massachusetts Amherst Libraries.”
Box 15: http://findingaids.library.umass.edu/ead/mums768 It’s unavailable digitized online as far as I was able to find after a brief search.
this movie is basically just “A schizophrenic out for a walk is a better model than a neurotic lying on the analyst's couch”
"I won't attend your event due to the lack of Covid protections."
-Sensible and reasonable but boring.
"A vow of solitude for the duration of the plague prevents my presence. Your careless congregations tempt fate and threaten the wellbeing of our bloodlines. My duty is to health and reason."
-Mysterious, heroic, epic.
it was SO GOOD holy shit not to toot my own horn or nothin but it was so fuckin good. i was mixin n matchin ingredients from a couple different recipes because i didn't have everything from any singular one but i pulled it off and it was so yummy omg
A wandering deer, building shrines along the way.