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endusviolence · 1 month

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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.

#transgender #trans history #transsexual #transphobia #Magnus Hirschfeld #holocaust #holocaust denial #book burning #j.k. rowling #jk rowling #just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :)#trans people have always existed #and we will always exist #if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit #queer history #queer #lgbt+#lgbta+#lgbt #lgbt history #edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month #also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it #it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs #and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had #also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2 #Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices #considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived

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come-into-my-parlour · 12 days

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I'm boarding the train in rush hour. It's packed with so many bodies, it seems impossible we're all fitting in. And yet we all do.

I scooch my way across to one of the poles to grab before the train takes off. I settle and wait. The compartment usually starts to clear off about halfway through, so maybe I'll get a seat then.

The train starts to leave the station and I sway. I think I hit someone because I get shoved back. I squeek and move even closer to the pole. I soon realize that was a mistake because several people are making their way across the compartment now and their movement is causing people to push me further into the pole.

I'm being pressed so firmly next to it that I have to spread my legs. The pole is now between my legs and breasts. I'm so embarrassed but I can't move so I just stand still. I get pushed again and my clit rubs on the pole, which causes me to moan somewhat audibly because it took me by complete surprise.

Maybe I shouldn't have edged all of last night. If I had cum already, I wouldn't be so horny right now. I'm so embarrassed. I hope no one heard me.

A few minutes pass and I breathe a sigh of relief. No one heard. Good.

I start to stare off into space and am completely oblivious to what's aorund me. If things go as usual, it'll be a while before it gets less crowded.

As I'm trying to decide on what to get for dinner later today I feel a hand on my thigh. I gasp and try to whirl around but I'm not in the best position to do that, so I just end up wiggling on the hand as if I'm actively rubbing myself on it. As if I like it. I don't!!

I hear a quiet chuckle behind me and the hand moves to squeeze my ass. It massages my cheeks for a while and stops. I'm just starting to relax when I feel my long skirt slide upwards. Oh, no.

"Stop." It's still going. "Stop what you're doing. Right now!" I'm whisper-yelling but he's still going. I try to move away but I'm completely sandwiched between all the people around me and the pole that's still pressed against my front.

I feel his hand on my ass cheeks over my underwear.

"What are you doing?" I try to whisper behind my shoulder without even seeing who's doing this to me.

"Whatever I want." He whispers in my ear and I gasp at the closeness. I didn't expect him to be this close. He tugs my underwear and I hear it rip. I think there's a large hole in it now because I feel much more of his palm, but I'm still wearing my now ruined underwear.

He licks my earlobe, then starts kissing my neck, sucking and biting me. As he's doing this, he's massaging my ass cheeks and he's pushing me further into the pole, causing my clit to rub on it deliciously.

"We. Need. To. Stop." I try to calmly say but I seem to stutter and stumble through the words.

"Why? You like it too much? Be a good doll and take it."

I open my mouth to respond but I feel his finger slide into my asshole. I gasp and clench on it.

"Yes, doll. So tight." He keeps his lips on me. His finger starts to move in and out of me and I'm dangerously close to moaning. It feels so good even though it's not supposed to. I absentmindedly start moving my hips and rubbing my clit on the pole.

"Good girl." he whispers in my ear. "Im going to fuck you now. Take it."

"No. Stop. Don't." but before the words are even out of my mouth, I feel the top of his cock align with the hole his finger was just assaulting. He doesn't prep me, doesn't give me any time to adjust. He just starts to push in. Slowly my asshole gives in and lets him in me. Inch by inch he slides inside, and I'm doing my best to keep a straight face. I'm trying to be quiet but it hurts. It's embarrassing and it's hurts.

I'm looking around to see if anyone is seeing what's happening, but noone seems to be aware of my asshole being fucked in the middle of this compartment.

I feel him bottom out. He groans on my neck.

"Be good for me and be quiet while I destroy your asshole, little girl."

Then he proceeds to fuck me into the pole with each harsh thrust. My tits are bouncing against the pole and I don't know what to do.

"Stop. Stop, please." I try to whisper but it comes out too soft. I'm crying even though my pussy is wet and hot.

"No, man. Don't stop. We're enjoying the show."

I look around me in horror and the entire circle of people around me are staring at me. They know what's happening. I'm mortified.

"What a pretty blush."

"What pretty tears."

"What delicious fucking noises."

"Mind if we share, man?"

That last comment brings me out of my stupor.

"No! Stop! Don't."

No one is looking at my face anymore. As the man's fucking my ass, he grunts "Sure." and then it all happens too fast.

I feel my shirt get pulled down, my tits are grabbed and taken out of my bra. Hands are caressing my flesh, rough fingers are pinching my nipples. I'm being touched and squeezed all over by a crowd of people while a stranger fucks my ass.

My tears start to fall faster. I feel hands wipe them off, lips kiss them away. A man puts one of my nipples in his mouth, while the other goes into the mouth of a woman. They start sucking and biting me, and I feel nothing but pleasure and shame.

The rough ass fucking has long lost its bite and is now nothing but pleasure. My tits are groped, licked and sucked, and I'm starting to moan loudly. More loudly than allowed apparently.

"Someone occupy her mouth. She's too loud."

I feel fingers down my throat. My brain goes on autopilot and I start licking them. I close my eyes and give into it.

I give up. Do what you will. I will take it.

"Let's see how wet she is." And I feel fingers move under my skirt. "The bitch is drenched."

There are some snickers, some praises, and more hands. Everyone is reaching for my dripping hole and my clit.

I'm groped more. My ass is fucked more. I feel so hot, so wet.

"I'm going to fill your ass with my cum, slut. Are you ready for me?" the stranger grunts next to my ear. I moan around the fingers still in my mouth.

He thrusts a few more times and then pumps me full of cum. I feel him pull out after and his cock is moving up and down between my ass cheeks.

"You look good with my cum dripping from your hole. In fact.. I want to do it again."

He moves his dick to my wet and ready pussy hole. He begins to thrust in slowly, so I feel every inch.

"Hey, I was playing with that."

"Yea, man. Not cool."

I hear several people complain but the man only grunts as he bottoms out and says "Find your own toys to play with."

I moan harder as his thrusts get harsher. I still feel strangers' mouths on my tits, strangers' fingers in my mouth, strangers' hands on my clit, I'm leaking a stranger's cum from my asshole as he's fucking my pussy.

I moan and whimper and start to move my hips in tandem with the stranger's fucking.

He grips my neck and bites my ear.

"Good little whore. Do you want more cum, pretty doll? Can't wait for me to fill you, can't you slut?"

I can't even think anymore. I just want to cum. Please, please, make me cum. I'm so close.

He must feel my walls begin to squeeze him tighter because he suddenly stops. I cry out despite all the fingers still in my mouth.

"What's wrong with her?" one of them asks.

"She wants to cum but whores don't cum. They get the cum."

The others must agree because my clit is no longer being touched. They're still devouring my breasts and touching me everywhere but they've left my clit alone.

Tears fall down my eyes.

"So pretty when you cry." the stranger caresses my neck from behind. He slowly starts to move in me again. I've lost my orgasm though. He's giving me pleasure but it's not enough.

He's fucking me like a doll again and I'm swaying between everyone's hands and mouths.

I feel several wet spots on my body and look to see several men have pulled their cocks out and have sprayed me with their cum. The woman still fondling and licking my left breast has her other hand in her trousers and she's panting on my wet nipple. They're using me as a cumrag. Why the fuck is that so hot. I'm getting close again..

But before I can reach my bliss, the stranger fucks his cum deep into me. He pulls out shortly after finishing. I feel his seed leak out of both my holes. It's dripping down me mixing with every other man's release. All the men who used me.

They used me to cum and I'm still not even close.

I get both my ass cheeks squeezed enough to bruise. The stranger leans in and bites my neck hard.

"Tonight when you fuck yourself with your toys and cum, think of me."

Everyone seems to be finished with me because they all pull away and start to fix their appearance.

I pull my tits back inside my top and try to straighten my hair. I have to check my makeup before I get off the train. I drop my skirt to cover all the cum on me and in me. I don't try to move anymore. I just stand still, feeling a crowd of men's cum continue to drip down my legs.

The next stop comes and a lot of people leave. The compartment is half empty now and there are even empty seats. The crowds have shifted so much that I don't even know if any of the people who used me are still here. I never even saw the stranger, I wouldn't recognise him.

I sit down on an empty seat and feel my pussy make a squelching noise. I decide that maybe I can take another long edging session again tonight. Maybe I'll hold off on cumming until tomorrow. Maybe I'll see what happens on the train again tomorrow.

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