Wow, just wow! I hope your friendly neighbourhood trans doesn’t live in my neighbourhood.
What they would know, if they had any notion at all of what it is to be a woman, is that their behaviour on this thread is deeply alarming, and it’s so obvious to every woman Reading that they come with a carnival float and an entire motorcade of red flags.
Your friendly, only 0.2% of the population are in prison for sexual crimes, but the man who raped me isn’t in prison, in fact it would only take one phone call for me to find out exactly where he is and what he’s doing right now. He was my best friend, before he raped me that is, so I thought he was one of those nice, safe males to be around. To be honest I don’t think he was trying to hurt me, he was just getting carried away and ignoring my nos because he wanted to fuck me. He did hurt me though, because he put his own desires before my boundaries, and at that moment he didn’t care about me or my body beyond its use to him, and no, the fact that I knew him well didn’t make me feel any less sick or violated. It’s not the 0.2% I’m worried about, because they’re in prison so they can’t hurt me, it’s all the other men like my ex best friend, who I might even learn to trust in time, before I find out what they’re really like. He didn’t rape me in a women’s only space by the way, he actually pushed me into the men’s shower room, but the point stands because I don’t know what a man’s intentions are, even the ones I think I know well. Women have a hard enough job keeping ourselves safe in public spaces, and even with the men we know well, so we are not about to allow them to bully their way into our sex segregated spaces as well. It’s a red line, and if you don’t understand that, I refer you to the carnival float and Intyre motorcade of red flags you’re displaying.
It’s your behaviour that is the problem here. You’re the one waving the red flags and charging through women’s boundaries.
And yes, I’m sickeningly aware that this post might be wank fodder for some man’s sick rape fantasy, so speaking about it, even anonymously on the Internet, is traumatic.