Why the fuck are you telling that anon that their gender “can be made more fun” holy shit. Genders are not accessories! You can’t just fucking switch when it’s no longer fun to you! Why are you taking a massive shit on dysphoria with the notion that you can “experiment” with something as serious as physical identity? Don’t even come at me with that “gender is mental uwu” shit, that’s fucking ableist. GNC isn’t trans, stop misinforming potentially trans youth. You should be ashamed of yourself

ao3tagoftheday:

I now present Mod EJ Nerds in Response to Anon Hate: Trans Edition.

In traditional Jewish liturgy, a series of short blessings called the Birkat Ha-Shahar is recited in the morning prayer service. Among these blessings is one which goes, “Blessed are you, G-d, Lord of the Universe, who did not make me a woman.” For obvious reasons, this blessing is often omitted or changed in modern Jewish liturgy, but it was standard in 1322, when a Jewish scholar named Qalonymos ben Qalonymos published a book of his writings. This book contained the following poem (translated by Peter Cole):

On Becoming A Woman

Lord in heaven,
who brought forth wonders
by fire and water for our Fathers,
cooling Abraham’s Chaldean kiln,
so in its flames he’d not be burned;
who altered Dina’s fate in the womb,
and made a serpent of Moses’ wand;
who whited with illness Miriam’s hands
and turned the Sea of Reeds into land—
transforming the muddy bed of the Jordan
into passable sand,
and making from stone and shale
a pool whose springs would not fail
if only you would make me female!

If that alone might be done,
how wondrous then would be my fortune!
Spared the arduous labor of men,
I’d settle down and raise my children.
But why complain and bitterly whine?
If my Father in heaven is so inclined
as to fashion me with a lasting deformity,
how could I ask that He take it from me?
Worry about what just can’t be
is incurable pain and endless misery;
empty condolence is hardly an answer.
“I’ll just have to bear it, “ I said, “though I’ll suffer until I wither away and die.”

And since long ago I learned from tradition
that both good and bad deserve benediction,
in the faintest of whispers I’ll mutter each morning;
Blessed art Thou, O Lord—who has not made me a woman

[Note: This ask gave me some trouble because I genuinely want to respond to the theoretical point it raises. I just don’t want to engage with anon hate, and I refuse to let some asshole bait me into doing so. If anyone wants to ask me about this issue in a constructive way, I’ll be delighted to respond.]

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