Please stop writing about my penis.

I’ll write a longer, more-artful version of this, later. Unbeknownst to most, the purpose of this blog was to serve as a ‘writing pad’: for me to just ‘get’ content ‘out there’.

I need to go to work, soon.

So, here we go.

Following the event, where I became super world-famous overnight again, oh, about 7 or 8 years ago, I began to start having people study me. While I’ve tried my best not to talk about white people in terms that might offend them, the vast majority of the people writing about me were very privileged white people. So, strap in. I’m not pullin’ any punches about this one.

I’ve never been written about more by white cis men than when I was a kid and everybody thought I was the next genius who was going to udderly transform Humanity. Even then it was sickening: somebody once wrote about me in a newspaper— and this got retracted, after my Dad said something— that everyone was surprised that I was so smart, given my background. My background, of course, being, that I’m ‘mixed’.

I’m pretty fuckin’ tired of being labeled. I’m not ‘mixed’. Everyone’s ‘mixed’. There was no ‘first’ person who was the perfect color. There was no ‘template’ for every single ‘race’. You just made this shit up. Stop talking about me like I’m an ill-combined can of paint, assholes.

At this point in time, there are a couple of considerations that can be made. I could, of course, link to every single one of them, and tear all of their prose apart. But, at the same time, doing so would paint a target on these people’s backs, and thereby endanger them. So, from an ethical standpoint, I cannot link to them. If this is a problem for you, and you’re like, ‘well, if I can’t see it, then it doesn’t exist,’ then neither does your dick. Thanks. Fuck you.

Anyways. For the people who aren’t assholes, there are now five academic / scholastic / journal articles about me, and the vast majority of them discuss one thing: meinen bozacken.

For whatever reason, besides the fact that I used a feminine cartoon/anime profile picture, the one thing that the cis white male authors often obsessed about, was that I would ‘claim’ to be a ‘female’, and yet, discuss, my dick.

At this point in time, for most of the articles, it was fucking obvious that I was trans. And yet, for whatever reason, in the public record, there are now multiple scientific ‘thinkpieces’ that just misgender me. I don’t think Breitbart even did that.

So let’s get down to the nitty-gritty of this pretty kitty that is the wrong body part.

Let’s talk about my dick. Okay, homeslice?

All About My Penis

Here are the things you should know when you are writing an academic, professional, journalistic, scholarly, or journal article, about my penis.

My penis:


Listen. I’m not one to yell at or otherwise scold people. I know what that’s like, and I don’t like making other people feel bad, no matter what they’ve done to me.

Why the fuck did somebody write about my penis. In a scholarly article?

Why would you do that?

Oh, fuck it. I need to go to work.

Hopefully the stomach bug is over so I don’t explode into sprays of shit.