Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?
I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?
In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".
Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.
This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.
Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.
The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.
[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]
There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.
This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.
[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]
As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.
But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?
Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.
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Satoru is soooooooo sensitive.
His nipples are always hard, brushing against the soft material of his button ups and poking up through his tight shirts.
Any tracing of your fingers along his skin makes him shudder, makes his cock twitch.
The first time you noticed, you were sat on his thighs on his couch, dress shirt torn wide open, cock pressing tight against the fabric of his expensive slacks.
You cooed at him, your pretty fingers just dancing along his torso, fleeting touches along the contours of his toned abdomen, cock jumping each time your nails trace under his waist band --only to snatch his hope away, pulling back up to thumb across his chest, nipples stiff under your hands.
You feel how his muscles tense as a breathy whine leaves his lips, face flushed, pretty blue eyes narrowed and focused on you, pouting. "Quit it y/n--quit teasin'.."
You relish in reducing him to this. Sly smirk on your lips and you thumb over his nipple, rolling your hips on his hard length. "Poor baby wants to cum so bad hmm?" you prod, feeling how the muscles of his abdomen are trembling as he pleads to you.
"God, fuckin' hell y/n just take it out already." He's exasperated, whine still coloring his tone, face still flushed pink. You can tell even after his forearm is thrown over his eyes, head thrown back against the couch.
When your hand finally does touch him, he lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. He bucks into your grasp, needy for the stimulation, and when your lips circle his leaking tip he thinks he's ascending.
You joke that he'll bust within seconds after pushing in since he's so worked up, and he smiles to himself realizing how you don't realize the mess you've gotten yourself into.
You quickly learn that him being sensitive doesn't stop him from fucking you dumb. In fact, it makes him better at it. When he's worked up, he ruts into you desperately, pace harsh and unforgiving as your walls seize around him--as he impales you over, and over, and over again on the thick length of his cock.
He's effortlessly reaching the spot in you that makes you see stars, your eyes rolling back into your skull as he keeps fucking into you.
"Hhh-haaahhhh...where's your power now, hmm? Got y-you worse off--" he breaks to pant against your neck, mouth claming the skin as his, "--worse off than me.."
He was desperate with your hands, and absolutely reeling from your mouth, but being inside of you? He's gone. Absolutely trashed. You'd think he's on drugs or something the way he bullies his cock into you, with every intention of molding your warm, soft walls to the shape of him.
He's moaning, almost if not louder than you, dark lusty eyes trained on how your body bounces against his, how he fits so perfectly against you when he bottoms out, how amazing you feel as you glide along his length.
"You take cock too well to be talkin' so much shit baby." He's out of breath, practically moaning out his words, still sounding as desperate as ever, but you're too lost in your pleasure to tease him for it.
He picks up his pace, balls slapping hard against you, the lewd sound of his hip smashing into yours as he bottoms out with each drag, cock twitching from his impending orgasm.
"F-fuck--gonna...cum-" he doesn't stop, his hips don't falter until he slams into you one last time, shooting his load deep inside you, slurring a "shiiiiiiit.." as he pumps his thick cum inside of you.
And you, naively, think that he's done for the night. Not noticing how he's still hard and twitching inside of you.
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Something that really fucks me up is this scene where Robin says she wants to die and how Luffy makes this face
And upon reading this for the first time, I felt a huge wave of emotion over his expression because it just felt to me like when he heard that, he was seeing something else. Almost like a memory that we weren't being shown.
And then later when Ace and Luffy's backstory plays out, this is revealed;
That Ace was suicidal. Feeling like it was wrong for him to have even been born and to live. Feeling hurt, angry, alone and unwanted.
And that the only reason he felt like he had the strength to keep living was because Luffy told him that he didn't want him to die.
Ace never directly told Luffy that he wanted to kill himself. But with the way he carried himself and the obvious disregard he had for his life, it was easy to see for someone as empathetic and intuitive as Luffy. And so Luffy stayed close to Ace desperately until he felt strong enough to stand on his own.
Luffy has had so many suicidal people in his life since such a young age and he always saves them in such a seemingly effortless way just by saying
"I'll be there with you. I'll stay."
But what alot of people don't understand is that in spite of Luffy's endless empathy, compassion and love that's deeper than the ocean, when somebody he loves wants to die it always hurts him so bad and it shows so much on his face at even a hint of it.
He bounces back with a smile so often and kicks so much ass that it's so easy to forget sometimes that he's just this 17-19 year old kid...
Who, at his core, is still always crying and begging the people he loves not to leave him because he doesn't want to be alone anymore, either.
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