Woman says Boston hotel guard told her to leave bathroom because she ‘was a man’
Same-sex couple says they were appalled after being confronted and wrongfully accused in women’s restroom
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Trump has made this sort of thing allowable.
Shameful.
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Hi Roger. Did you read the article? The woman was in the bathroom using a stall and was terrified when a man started pounding on stall doors demanding the person come out. Then shouted and pushed them. Then lied to his superiors about why he went into the bathroom and made them leave. He claimed the women were in the same stall having sex. So the hotel told them to leave the property. But evidence from the other people showed this was a lie. So the hotel suspended the guard that did this and lied. They then claimed they reached out to the couple to make things right. But what could they do to remove the trauma that the event. But as you said tRump made this allowable.
The current attacks on trans people have led to cis women being attacked and harmed. This happened in the US congress. One of the republican females who is friends with Nancy Mace who is the one who pushed the ban on the trans congress rep from being able to use the women’s bathroom thought a cis woman looked too mannish to be a woman. She ran from the bathroom to get Mace and the two of them called capital police in the building and charged into the bathroom to confront the trans woman. Only to come back out a few minutes later refusing to speak to anyone before admitting that there were no trans women in the bathroom only cis women.
How do those women feel being in the bathroom when these two haters backed up by police charged in demanding them to verify they were female at birth? How did they prove they were female, show their genitals? Now states are passing laws that school kids must have genital checks before joining teams or in one state at any grade level if a student athlete is questioned during an event that any staff member can check their genitals. Some little kid who did not look girly enough will be forced to take their pants down in front of a male school staff member to prove they are a girl. Same with a boy of any age. The amount of abuse that can happen with either ways they are doing it is incredible. So much for doing this to protect the children. Horrible times we are in. Hugs
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This is where Hate leads to folly and to ultimately to Retribution.
To impose upon a person in a violent, extreme way leads to a responsive anger born out of humiliation for some and also fury against injustice by others.
This does not come in the form of howling crowds either but in the form of a individual or a small group who will lash out.
You look around the world and see the number of folk from disadvantaged and persecuted backgrounds who have taken this path. And they in turn are not driven by a noble ideal either. They are not passive folk with a sense of justice. They in turn have become bitter and tuned into violence. They have become as twisted as the system they are in opposition to.
And in a nation of guns, where an election was won not be an overwhelming number of voters actions such as those you describe bring the danger similar to tinder dry landscapes in summer.
Scenario. Someone somewhere finds their child coming home to tears because of being forced to disrobe in front of a stranger. That someone somewhere snaps, and takes up the hand gun they keep in the drawer at home, they will have no intention to kill, they just want to scare a school official badly, but with emotions running high, that’s the match that falls in the tinder dry grass.
Not a certainty, but all too likely.
These folk of folly will face Retribution in one form or another unless they repent their ways.
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Hi Roger. Your scenario is very likely here I admit. But also what of the child. I was that child. I am going to write of my past so if you are not feeling up to reading it please stop now. Because I care about you.
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I was in first grade. I was 6 years old. I came to school and stood mostly alone in the yard before the bell rang to have us all enter and go to our class and desk. Once there I would put my head down and go to sleep. It was the only place I felt safe to sleep.
The teachers noticed my behavior, the bruises on my arms and legs as we wore shorts and short sleeve shirts. Sometimes I would have marks on my face, black eyes, bruises. I was not engaging in my surroundings and with others.
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So my teacher told me I needed to talk to some people and took my hand leading me to a room that seemed huge to little me. There were three or four people sitting at a table and they said some things I did not understand. The teacher then told me I had to take off my clothing. I got scared. As she took off my shirt I started to cry. I started to beg that I would be good. It never went well for little Scottie when he was forced to remove his clothing in front of adults. As she pulled my pants off I was crying saying I wouldn’t tell and I promised I would do as told and not tell … hoping they would be gentle or nice about what I was sure to come next. I felt if they thought I would do as I knew was going to be asked to do they wouldn’t hurt me. I was in such a state I couldn’t even hear them or understand what they were saying. I was just standing there sobbing as they looked over my body seeing the marks and bruises. The Teacher helped me turn and move and I just let her control my body. My mind had already moved to the just let go stage. I had stopped crying and was just ready to accept what had happened so many times in my young life.
Then something happened I couldn’t understand. The teacher wiped my face and then started trying to help me dress. I was confused as it never happened this way. I did not get my clothing back until after I did oral or got anal. I was prepared in my head, ready to just have it happen to be over. I was so confused but so hopeful. I clung to her as she redressed me. Then she asked me if I wanted to go back to class. She said some people would soon come talk to me but I shouldn’t be afraid. I whispered to her fearfully, will I have to take my clothes off for them. She said no just talk to them.
Later that day I again was taken from class to talk to a couple of people. They had toys and made it seem fun as we talked. They asked questions and as I played I answered them. They did not touch me or make me feel they would use me. It started the case against my adopting parents that caused us to move three times between states to end up in a small cow town with more cows than people. They took me out of school and I never finished the first grade. My abuse changed. Fewer beatings especially where it showed, more threats of other punishments, more sexual abuse.
Why tell this story. I was a six year old child required to stand in front of adults I did not know and have all my clothing removed. Every part of that is seared in to my memories and my feelings. I was already abused. But that was a different time with less anger, fewer guns, less polarization. What would have happened if my adopting parents felt threatened by the school checking me and killed me? What if they went to the teacher who reported my abuse to her superiors?
Again I ask what about the child forced to remove their clothing in front of someone they hardly know or don’t know. The abused child in me screams no no no no. That child will carry that shame, that violation for all their life. It will change their life, they may stop doing sports simply to never have a stranger gawk at their genitals. How can any adult put that on a kid, do that to a kid, just to please their moral stance that god says there are male and female only, or to satisfy their bigotry towards those who feel different from them.
I hope you understand why I wrote this. I hope it doesn’t cause you harm. But I hope it helps you understand how those children in countries like the US and the UK will suffer if adults get to force them to let adults gawk at their most private parts. Kids are insecure at some ages of what is in their pants anyway. This is just unnecessary trauma and letting perverts have a reason to tell a child to remove their clothing. Thank you for reading Roger. Hugs
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I am horrified and angry that these people were able to slip away from receiving their just punishments. This is obviously a failing of the state system. In the UK, true they might go underground as it were but normally once abusers are exposed they can run but can’t hide, the system is far from perfect but it is in theory relentless. As is the case in so many state provisions it needs far greater resources.
I can understand Scottie why you felt the need to write this. Such memories need to be unburdened. This is important.
You are quite right children need to be protected and treated with respect at all times in all cases.
Take care now
Roger
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Hi Roger. They did not get off completely. But by the time the authorities caught up to us it was almost time for second grade to start. So it had been almost a year. During that year I had it shown to me what would and could happen if I ever told anyone again. It was regularly reenforced. The court ordered I be taken by the local police to therapy and medical exams. I refused to talk to the officer, the therapy people, or the doctors.
I just stared around or just looked down. At most I would mumble about something else trying to change the conversation. So on the way back to school the officer would take me to his mistress home where they would have sex. I would have my clothing removed and I would either watch them or … well you know. Then I would get dressed while they dressed, checked over, and taken back to school. So the abuse continued at home, at the parties I was sold too, and at school. I was in second grade. Like I said my face was off limits for other than slaps so that it was not bruised. I stopped wearing shorts, none were bought for me only pants so the bruises and marks did not show. Same with long sleeve shirts. If I was asked about them during exams I just said I fell or something like that. I had been practiced on excuses so nothing could be proven against the people who abused me. Remember that was a different time it was in the 1960s and we moved into a town with very few people spread out over a large area. No one heard my screams. Hugs
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The attitude of the authorities was all wrong then, I don’t believe they took such crimes very seriously or at least did not put the resources and dedicated training into the atrocities.
It is hard to believe that back in the 1970s in the UK; there was this careless attitude, best summed by one of our senior politicians saying ‘A Permissive Society is a Civilised Society’ he meant well, but left out the words ‘and Responsible’.
Thus it was OK to use rape as a common trope in films and literature to demonstrate the anti-hero’s ‘freedom’ – Clockwork Orange- I loathe that film. ‘Death Wish’ too much sexual abuse to wind up the audience .
And in the UK with arrival on the scene of the Paedophile Information Exchange who campaigned for sex between adults and juniors to be legalised as long as the parents consented. For once public outrage was challenged correctly and they were driven back underground. Sadly the vileness still continues thanks to the internet.
In the UK though if someone is caught downloading information or material they will be up before the courts.
At least it is not tolerated under the banner of freedom, even if its AI produced.
Take care Scottie, I wish you well.
Roger
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Hello Roger. I can feel your justified anger remembering these things and how society was back then towards abused children so I hesitate to further this thread. Again I am already damaged, I do not wish to damage you. But I feel I need to explain how it was for me. Please stop here if you will be harmed. Hugs
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A few years back when I opened up to Shell digger about my abuse and said the adults were not punished because it was a different time he got very angry. Not at me, he made that very clear. But he got angry at the times that would allow police to send an abuse victim back to their abusers with no concern they messed up. He also said what he personally would have done for me to my adopting abusers … but unless he was a huge barroom brawler like the male who adopted me he would have lost the battle and if done in my name would have made it worse for me. The saying is if you are not going to go home to protect the one you stepped up in public to protect, you simply set them up for behind doors abuse. That happened to me.
I have written of it before. The short story of the event, I was working for an ex-marine who had a basket shop. My adopting male showed up and started beating me, I was like 12 or 13. The owner stopped him and they got into it. They were “friends”. My adopting male left. I was so relieved and thanked my boss for helping me. He patted me on the back. We all felt so smug and happy, they felt so proud.
When I got home I walked in and turned to shut the door behind me, when I turned back the fist struck my face. I slammed into the door behind me with my head making first contact. Before I could process what was happening, his fist smashed into my midsection causing me to bend over gagging and trying to breathe. As I sank to the floor he picked me up and heaved me up in the air and into the center of the room.
I will save you the rest of the event except the end … but the entire time he was beating me he was ranting about how I had embarrassed him and how I wouldn’t ever do that again. The beating stopped with me being anal raped and then being humiliated by have to use my mouth to clean the very organ that he used to tear up my anus. I was grateful for that because it meant that the beating was over and I soon could crawl to my bedroom, but he had one more humiliation. He held me there until he had to urinate. He made me drink every drop. It was not the first time but it was the worst time. I was in so much pain, could hardly breathe, I was choking and his hand on my throat made it worse. When he was done he kicked me as I struggled to crawl away as best as I could. I never asked or hoped for anyone to help me ever again.
And in the UK with arrival on the scene of the Paedophile Information Exchange who campaigned for sex between adults and juniors to be legalised as long as the parents consented. I have often been asked in the Male Survivor forum if I could have just given the sex without the violence, humiliation, and pain wouldn’t I have just done that happily?. I always say the question assumes I was going to be used sexually and so would I do it willing as long as I was not beaten. Sorry but I started having to use my body, mouth and ass to satisfy others when I was three years old. No three year old desires that. Would I have given the sex to not get a beating or hurt? Yes sadly I did over and over in my childhood desperate for either a warm bed to sleep in or not be beaten. I had a mat in the hallway and the hells pawn siblings knew how much I desired to simply sleep on a soft surface with warm covers. Better to make them happy then be hurt and still have to make them happy. I used to have to trade sexual favors simply to get lunch or supper. So many times I went hungry. But pride, or defiance doesn’t fill the belly of an under weight child who ended up in the children’s ICU with malnutrition. But … sometimes the hunger is too much. Is that my shame. If so I will own it. But I was so hungry watching them eat. It seemed such a small act they wanted me to do and I could have food also.
I can thank my grandfather who seen me collapse and rushed me to the hospital only to then demand his daughter attend me while I was there. It was there I suffered clinical death.
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Sorry had to stop, the memories had me crying and I don’t want Ron to hear / see it. He gets upset and wants to stop the pain. But he can’t take the memories or feelings away, only get hurt himself if I share with him my past. I do not want him hurt feeling my memories. It might be the best thing I can do for him to hide it.
My abusers had my “parents” consent to use my body. But they did not have mine! No one asked me. How deeply I would love to have grown up never knowing what I did know even before I could produce fluid in an orgasm. I am glad there was outrage in your society over that. I am not saying 15, 16, 17 year old young people shouldn’t have sexual freedoms, but damn it not little kids like me. I was taken to parties at ages 3-7 years old and traded to people for drugs by my hell spawn siblings. Around 7 it was just me and one hell spawn sibling left at home and she would have weekend parties as the adults took off for the weekend, and again I was a party favor she dolled out to get drugs or other things she wanted.
Sorry Roger. Again you did not deserve this. You asked a simple question and gave a simple statement. It is not your fault. The memories that lay in me every day, and I struggle to hide, to keep down effect / color everything I do in some ways. Like you the idea of rape as justice is something I hate in movies or even when people on forums /comment sections do it. They have no idea the real pain and issue of what they are joking about means.
Roger if you got this far … thank you. I feel gratitude that you do care … and fear I have harmed you. You do not need to see the ugliness that was my childhood yet I keep pushing it on you. I am in the wrong. I apologize. Hugs
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