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Black privilege.
Black privilege.
BLACK PRIVILEGE.
Please go here and let the Philly Trans Health organizers know that Ryan Cassata should not and cannot represent the trans masculine community.

Wow, I kind of figured he had no self awareness of his ignorance, but damn here is proof in his own words. Fucking Black privilege? This idiot is supposed to be the Keynote Speaker for The Philly Trans Health conference.
Also, I noticed he has whitelocks (dreadlocks). I’m so tired of white people appropriating everything and having no sense that it’s racist. He obviously has no self awareness of how ignorant he is., but it doesn’t excuse his actions.

Black Privilege, ya’ll! Black Privilege.

Let the shenanigans of February begin!

Soooo I almost did a presentation on trans* experience with this kid.
I am’ so happy I bailed and did a different date. Because if he had said any of this stuff in front of me, there would have been words.
Lots and lots of words.
And that’s just to start.
Also, this fucking douchefuck kid should count his lucky stars that the only thing a cop could think is that he looks young because he’s not on T.
Man, fuck that shit.

Story time! (This relates specifically to Ryan’s point that cops might pull him over because he looks too young to be driving.)
Years ago, back when I thought driving in Manhattan was a good idea (over that now, thankfully), I used to drive my ancient Volvo into the city on the regular. As a favor, I picked up one of my friends in Washington Heights and gave him a ride the Bronx to see some girl.
Background info: said friend (we’ll call him Matt) is a white trans guy, and at the time he looked pretty young. He wasn’t on T at the time. His driver’s license still had his birth name and listed him as female. Oh, and said (out-of-state) driver’s license was expired, a fact that I wish I’d known before I said it was cool for him to drive my car back from the Bronx that evening. (Bad idea, in retrospect. Thank goodness I don’t do shit like this anymore for folks. But I digress.)
I let Matt drive because I was tired, it was late, and because it was a twenty-minute ride back to Manhattan. So, being in the passenger’s seat, I didn’t pay attention to how fast we were going, until I saw the flashing lights of a patrol car behind us.
Shit.
My reaction was to start freaking out; all sorts of worst-case scenarios are going through my head, and I’m cursing under my breath and going through my glove compartment with shaky hands looking for my registration and insurance info, certain that at best I’m getting a hugely-expensive ticket, and at worst we’re being taken in. Meanwhile, Matt, he in the driver’s seat with an expired license (I learned about this as he pulled us over onto the highway shoulder), is trying to calm me down, saying he’ll take care of it. I’m thinking to myself, “Why the fuck is this dude so relaxed? This is my car; I’m going to get in a shit-ton of trouble, and he’s acting like this is no big deal.” I couldn’t conceive of a way that things wouldn’t end badly.
The officer from the patrol car comes up to the driver’s window, and asks for the usual license/registration stuff. I think I handed over the insurance and registration before the cop even finished asking for them. Matt made a show of looking for his license, and explained to the officer that he was taking his sick girlfriend (meaning, me… this is a lie) home, and that he was speeding because he didn’t want me stuck in the car for too long. He speaks to the officer as politely as possible, giving some perfect sunny-Midwestern face to accompany his words.
The officer gave us a warning and left, without even seeing Matt’s license. I think I started breathing again once the cop left, and then proceeded to cuss out Matt the entire rest of the way home for scaring the shit out of me and damn near getting us in trouble.
Here’s the thing, though: if Matt wasn’t a blond, blue-eyed, polite Midwestern boy who didn’t scare the officer - if Matt were black like me - there’s not a fucking way in hell we’d have been let off. (This wasn’t some 39-in-a-35-MPH type deal; we were at least ten miles over the speed limit.) In the moment we were pulled over, it didn’t matter that his ID didn’t match his gender, or that his face and voice seemed young for his age, or even that his license was expired. We were left alone that night specifically because Matt is white. Shoot, Matt himself joked about it (once I was done cussing his ass out from frustration), because he knew it was true.
Sad shit, but not unexpected. I think about that incident, and about my own incidents being pulled over for “driving while black” (multiple times while driving through suburban Jersey). My own mother once got pulled over a block away from our house while driving home from work… for going less than five miles over the speed limit. (Through a stroke of luck and a connection on the local force, the ticket was dismissed, but the insult still stands.)
All of that to say this: white privilege goes a hell of a long way when interacting with authority figures, full stop. Yes, being trans* complicates the issue. But a white trans* guy who is regularly passed as cis by others, even if he appears young to those observing him, isn’t necessarily getting clocked, or dealing with the same level of bullshit issued to POC trans* folks/folks who aren’t so readily passed as cis.
And fuck this Ryan kid for even typing the phrase “black privilege” - iCan’tEven with that one.

ugh if i could just punch every racist trans person in the world
just one good hit to the face

Black privilege ??????????

What the fuck is this shit ????? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK??
Already ruining Black history month for me!!!!

We are only the first of the month, for fucking sake!

dreams-from-my-father:

dumbthingswhitepplsay:

crankyskirt:

note-a-bear:

jalwhite:

darkcloudtherainbowwarrior:

split-the-coast:

Black privilege.

Black privilege.

BLACK PRIVILEGE.

Please go here and let the Philly Trans Health organizers know that Ryan Cassata should not and cannot represent the trans masculine community.

Wow, I kind of figured he had no self awareness of his ignorance, but damn here is proof in his own words. Fucking Black privilege? This idiot is supposed to be the Keynote Speaker for The Philly Trans Health conference.

Also, I noticed he has whitelocks (dreadlocks). I’m so tired of white people appropriating everything and having no sense that it’s racist. He obviously has no self awareness of how ignorant he is., but it doesn’t excuse his actions.

Black Privilege, ya’ll! Black Privilege.

Let the shenanigans of February begin!

Soooo I almost did a presentation on trans* experience with this kid.

I am’ so happy I bailed and did a different date. Because if he had said any of this stuff in front of me, there would have been words.

Lots and lots of words.

And that’s just to start.

Also, this fucking douchefuck kid should count his lucky stars that the only thing a cop could think is that he looks young because he’s not on T.

Man, fuck that shit.

Story time! (This relates specifically to Ryan’s point that cops might pull him over because he looks too young to be driving.)

Years ago, back when I thought driving in Manhattan was a good idea (over that now, thankfully), I used to drive my ancient Volvo into the city on the regular. As a favor, I picked up one of my friends in Washington Heights and gave him a ride the Bronx to see some girl.

Background info: said friend (we’ll call him Matt) is a white trans guy, and at the time he looked pretty young. He wasn’t on T at the time. His driver’s license still had his birth name and listed him as female. Oh, and said (out-of-state) driver’s license was expired, a fact that I wish I’d known before I said it was cool for him to drive my car back from the Bronx that evening. (Bad idea, in retrospect. Thank goodness I don’t do shit like this anymore for folks. But I digress.)

I let Matt drive because I was tired, it was late, and because it was a twenty-minute ride back to Manhattan. So, being in the passenger’s seat, I didn’t pay attention to how fast we were going, until I saw the flashing lights of a patrol car behind us.

Shit.

My reaction was to start freaking out; all sorts of worst-case scenarios are going through my head, and I’m cursing under my breath and going through my glove compartment with shaky hands looking for my registration and insurance info, certain that at best I’m getting a hugely-expensive ticket, and at worst we’re being taken in. Meanwhile, Matt, he in the driver’s seat with an expired license (I learned about this as he pulled us over onto the highway shoulder), is trying to calm me down, saying he’ll take care of it. I’m thinking to myself, “Why the fuck is this dude so relaxed? This is my car; I’m going to get in a shit-ton of trouble, and he’s acting like this is no big deal.” I couldn’t conceive of a way that things wouldn’t end badly.

The officer from the patrol car comes up to the driver’s window, and asks for the usual license/registration stuff. I think I handed over the insurance and registration before the cop even finished asking for them. Matt made a show of looking for his license, and explained to the officer that he was taking his sick girlfriend (meaning, me… this is a lie) home, and that he was speeding because he didn’t want me stuck in the car for too long. He speaks to the officer as politely as possible, giving some perfect sunny-Midwestern face to accompany his words.

The officer gave us a warning and left, without even seeing Matt’s license. I think I started breathing again once the cop left, and then proceeded to cuss out Matt the entire rest of the way home for scaring the shit out of me and damn near getting us in trouble.

Here’s the thing, though: if Matt wasn’t a blond, blue-eyed, polite Midwestern boy who didn’t scare the officer - if Matt were black like me - there’s not a fucking way in hell we’d have been let off. (This wasn’t some 39-in-a-35-MPH type deal; we were at least ten miles over the speed limit.) In the moment we were pulled over, it didn’t matter that his ID didn’t match his gender, or that his face and voice seemed young for his age, or even that his license was expired. We were left alone that night specifically because Matt is white. Shoot, Matt himself joked about it (once I was done cussing his ass out from frustration), because he knew it was true.

Sad shit, but not unexpected. I think about that incident, and about my own incidents being pulled over for “driving while black” (multiple times while driving through suburban Jersey). My own mother once got pulled over a block away from our house while driving home from work… for going less than five miles over the speed limit. (Through a stroke of luck and a connection on the local force, the ticket was dismissed, but the insult still stands.)

All of that to say this: white privilege goes a hell of a long way when interacting with authority figures, full stop. Yes, being trans* complicates the issue. But a white trans* guy who is regularly passed as cis by others, even if he appears young to those observing him, isn’t necessarily getting clocked, or dealing with the same level of bullshit issued to POC trans* folks/folks who aren’t so readily passed as cis.

And fuck this Ryan kid for even typing the phrase “black privilege” - iCan’tEven with that one.

ugh if i could just punch every racist trans person in the world

just one good hit to the face

Black privilege ??????????

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What the fuck is this shit ????? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK??

Already ruining Black history month for me!!!!

We are only the first of the month, for fucking sake!

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