I could've sworn...

For a minute there I was in an alternate universe where everything was peachy and random cis celebrities were acknowledging I existed and life was good. Then I listened to the song again, and I could've sworn that when I listened to it the first time trans people had their own stanza, but there they are tacked on the end of Lesbian, Gay, and Bisexual, and she doesn't say anything at all about asexual or pansexual folk.

Then I learn about everything else Lady Gaga has done.

Fuck you, Universe. FUCK YOU. THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS. And fuck you, Lady Gaga, for doing this shit and then making yourself out to be an ally to the point where I was fooled. You made me feel loved, you made me feel wanted, and then this pops up. I am SO not taking this shit.

Fuck. This. Shit.

So I'm reading a column on Halloween costumes (something I'm very interested in, since Halloween is rife with opportunities to appropriate and insult other peoples' lives and cultures, etc.) and this jumps out at me:

First of all, every gay (and girl who thinks she's a "gay man trapped in a woman's body") will be attempting this.

Right. So, option #1: Gawker thinks that gay-identified trans men are just delusional women. Option #2: there are enough straight women throwing their privilege around by claiming that they're "gay men trapped in women's bodies" that Gawker is annoyed at it. Either way I'm pissed off.