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it sends me when rad fems tell me not to call myself a dyke because im a trans man. yeah tell that to my mom, sister, ex best friend's mom AND brother, countless strangers and nearly every classmate i've ever had. see if they would've listened and stopped calling me a dyke. my mom was the first person to ever call me a dyke- she used the term bulldyke, no less. i wasn't even a teenager yet when she started calling me a bulldyke and butch dyke. i think maybe, just maybe, i'm allowed to reclaim that slur. but who am i to know, i'm only the person who lived my experience and got called that slur for the first 21 years of my life. somehow i'm the problem, here, and not the decades of transphobes and lesbophobes attacking my person.
dyke then, dyke now; i'm a big fat fucking transmasc bulldyke and it's Mr. Dyke to you.