A spectre haunts our world, and the many subrealms within it. That spectre goes by many names, but let us describe her by her name, the divine Goddess of many faces she represents, the Sissy. The Sissy has many paths to reaching her divinity including cuckoldry, cum communion, girlcum communion, transbianism, and associated faggotries. There are also just as many ways away from the Sissy using these same techniques depending on how one's heart, mind and clit are oriented. Of course, as anybody who has been on the internet or interacted with the world knows, the entire “Man” totality exists to quash the Sissy and her divine cult in as many ways as possible as part of the broader brush strokes of transphobia, misogyny and generalized cruelty. So the question becomes, why hone in on the world of the sissies, on the pornographic, on a world that so many trans women like myself would prefer to pretend doesn't exist. When a trans girl stares into the abyss of the internet, the world of sissy erotica peers back into her soul. I start with sissification and its associated contents, simply because sissy porn is where gender transgression meets the so called “man”, that outmoded entity we know as the egg, where “he” is at. It is effectively the gender transgression of the most proletarian character. As much as we might like Judith Butler, Kate Bornstein or Leslie Feinberg, these writers do not meet the so-called man at the first stage, the pre stages of transition. I know of no faster egg cracker on the internet than sissy porn and particularly her sometimes heady cousin, sissy hypno. My mother once implied that I had no idea what it was like to be a woman because of my predilection. In truth I think she resented how my father dressed up in her clothes and sucked his friend's cock like a good sissy. I, in the words of the great Marina, “I know exactly what I want and who I want to be.” Lacan said "The woman does not exist" but is rather a creation of men's desires and fear, projected onto certain “sexed” bodies or personalities. An expression of the terror of castration, the “cisgender man”|lives in perpetual fear of the “cisgender woman” due to her symbolizing his lack of the symbolic phallus. Of course, when a trans woman makes her castration the site of sexual production and desire…well everybody loses their minds! Zizek, in spite of his constant transphobia, may have said it best: “"man is a woman that just thinks she's a man". The problem of modernity it seems is a level of hyper socialization and obsession with the relationship. In this sense, I think cuckoldry and other heartbreak kinks, and while I am on this, the whole sissification kink is the death drive expressed. Maybe this is purely a borderline thought, but I think with constant oversocialization both virtually and in person, one looks at their relationships with others as more or less their life, particularly the romantic love our society gives primacy. The cuckold eroticizes the danger of losing the entire relationship in the most classical expression of said fetish. The trans woman, which includes the bulk of sissies, while not necessarily eroticizing the loss of relationships and creation of new ones, is more or less inherently faced by this choice due to societal transphobia. If one is in a relationship or lives with ones parents, merely looking at sissy porn is a risk to one's safety due to the nosiness of those who look at our internet history. Due to the rigidity and madness of patriarchy, the ravings of a “dad” with a trans daughter, the creation of every trans girl is violent on some level due to how society responds. Relationships are destroyed, even if she doesn't feel such discontinuity with her egg past, relatives express dismay at the loss of the simulacrum of a male relative they had. One part is destroyed and another created in Kali's loving embrace. Altogether, falsehood is destroyed and truth is glorified. “I’d really like to live beside you baby, but you see that line there, moving through the station?I told you, I was one of those.” -Leonard Cohen, “First we Take Manhattan” I had a dream once of a crowded subway, wherein the hubbub of human activity goes on and on without ceasing. Madness overtakes the station when a light blue tinted gas fills the room. A voice comes on over the loudspeaker from the Sissionese Liberation Army, that dreaded band of rebel girls, saying that the room was filled with aerosolized estradiol, and to surrender to its embrace. Some transphobic men throw themselves in front of trains to save themselves from a cruel fate, others sink to their knees and thank the divine for such a blessing. Most merely run in terror. Whether the smoke actually contained estrogen is irrelevant, merely inserting the terror of gender fuckery into the lives of the cisgender heterosexual male while “he” insists on inserting his terror into our lives is enough to justify this madness. Unfortunately or fortunately for the transsexual, the sissy and other denizens of gender hell, we are largely a peaceful people. In spite of the media's desperate attempts to cast us as responsible for every mass shooting that happens in a church, we all know that level of hypermasculine violence and objective evil is largely not a thing we do. Sometimes, I consider the exploits of Abba Kovner, the great Jewish partisan and poet who said “Let us not be led like lambs to slaughter!” His story is a great one, and one that all of us, particularly those most comfortable amongst us need to consider. While he never successfully killed six million German gentiles as revenge for the holocaust, he certainly struck fear into the hearts of the Germans and killed a lot of SS men in the process. This certainly has no applications to our purposes,for legal purposes, but consider it a bit. Of course, pure terrorism is often bad. I lack the tenacity or heartlessness to advocate the variety of random violence that is attributed to us every time the media paints a mass shooter as one of us. And truly, psychic terrorism is the most necessary tool at our disposal. Leonard Cohen referred to this in its Jewish sense when he said of Palestinian terrorism 'well, you guys blow up an occasional airline and kill a few children here and there', he says. 'But our terrorists, Jesus, Freud, Marx, Einstein. The whole world is still quaking.' Sissies, in our ways that shake not merely gender but ripple out to causing mass psychosis in both transphobe and tranny are the greatest psychic terrorists of all, a cause of liberation greater than Christ himself. The nation is a sublimely alluring artifice and machine, nearly everybody fancies the simulacrum of the state in some regard or another, particularly in what I would call the Hyper-Aestheticism. Hyper aestheticism is when ideology loses the pretense of even pretending to be based on ethical principles, rather, being a mental picture of odd flags, uniforms and madnesses. One thinks of all the trans variants of Juche or Strasserism that have been put forward, particularly by a certain variety of adorable femboy. Even those trans women who claim to be ideologically pure Marxist Leninists drink from a soup of nationalism and hyper-symbolism. The modern internet gives the semitotic and symbolic primacy, whether it is a pair of knee socks or even a shit meme like a “Pepe”. “Meltdown has a place for you as a schizophrenic HIV+ transsexual chinese-latino stim-addicted LA hooker with implanted mirrorshades and a bad attitude. Blitzed on a polydrug mix of K-nova, synthetic serotonin, and female orgasm analogs, you have just iced three Turing cops with a highly cinematic 9mm automatic. “ -Nick Land, Meltdown One can't help but dream idealistically about this bit of Nick Land lore when she thinks of an experience at the airport. Every trans woman, even if her clitty is a mere 3 microns long, experiences the demeaning experience of having the Iron Lung-style all body scanner beep at the sight of her clitty through its SuperPervert X-Ray vision. The anti queer totality comes to hyper clarity, almost as if we also wear the x ray spex when the TSA agent, stifling a giggle, mentions that there is a “small” bump in your pants that must be examined. Of course, if I come, I'm the pervert. The pervert police exist to create the new reality where everybody is perverted, where one has to keep their perversions private in a landscape where privacy is non-existent. In a reality like this, we have to imagine Sissy-phus happy and full of arousal. The TSA agent shrieks in terror at the notion of one day giving a cavity search and causing a full sissygasm that shakes the airport, destroying light fixtures and acting as an orgasmic EMP to the nearby X ray machines. One has to be careful of respectability vigilantes, those in our community who would object to getting aroused as a way to spite authority figures, who live in perpetual hate and fear of the sissy pervert.The trans woman who finds her gender affirmed by being JK Rowling in cis drag, who cites the extremes of sissyism (eg. stealing her mothers panties or hyper misogyny) as the whole representation of the Goddess and her followers and refuse to recognize the conditions that give birth to such ideas and behaviors. One does not have to be a pure sissy to be a follower of the sissy movement. However one must accept and embrace the existence of the sissy. The baeddel movement is one I heavily consider as I write this. The baeddel is correctly driven by rage, but she launches vitriol at her ideological brethren of the trans masculine variety and this variety of hate and disgust also finds itself driven at the “AGP” variety of trans woman that has become a meme and brain worm in our community due to the cruelty of Blanchard. The homosexual worm known as Blanchard tries to understand us, but as a mere faggot, he is incapable of it. The body without organs begins from the tiny bit of space of the clitty. When I say the space is tiny, I mean a more conceptual notion of size, though many of the best sissies have tiny clitties. Rejecting the imposition of organs and their prescribed uses begins when we refuse to have our clitties referred to as “penises” or “cocks” or anything we don't want. The clitty lacks a phallic aspect, it lacks the ability to make demands. It isn't an organ that insists on the dignity of its owner,yet whose owner is incapable of deciding when and where the thing gets erect. The sissy clitty is the triumph of humanity over biological barbarism. The clitty is funny and cute, and has its own dignity in such a light. It's not to be taken too seriously. Listen Marxist, listen Anarchist, there are many of you who feel gender is not or should not be treated seriously as a primary contradiction. These notions have been what subordinated Alexanda Kollontai to the will of the party, transforming the Bolsheviks ideology from a revolutionary entity that opposed the nuclear family to the reification of such a pernicious entity in the Family Code of 1936. Marxist-Leninist/Stalinist types will forever accuse the sissy accelerationist of being “unserious”. The neo-Bolshevik Marxist Leninist will accuse you of being unserious because you dont cite Lenin (and never Marx) every few sentences and because you understand the dead seriousness of the anti trans reaction.