This is the final episode of the saga. It's ballooned out from a few silly cartoons into a full-blown 22 hour movie orgy. Hopefully people have enjoyed watching it on Facebook.
As for whether I'm 'really trans' -- yes, I am, bigots that might be stalking my page.
The film isn't in chronological order, and I didn't point the camera at my face much, but I've been out and about as Amanda the transvestite for a long time.
Since mid-2019. That's when I came out of the closet.
The only people who seem to be upset by this are all the prudish people that studied in the US* or those who prefer the fantasy of trans people more than the reality.
Transvestites are still trans, and I actually prefer whakawahine as a referent.
The modern PC term is transfeminine, so please use that. Travesti is also a good referent.
It was beyond insulting that people chose to make this a sticking point in 2020, and again in 2022. So what if my face is slightly too chiselled for a woman?
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The drug issue isn't likely to move forward much under this government, but trans people are literally under attack.
I know that a bunch of bleeding hearts think making my Weeded Out movie might ameliorate these problems, but it wouldn't.
They want to get paid to appear woke rather than advocating for change by actually stating that they will walk the talk on anti-discrimination law. Yes, I'm a decent singer, but I'm also a decent journalist and a decent editor.
I should be allowed to come to the office in women's clothes, and my value in society shouldn't be contingent on performing, whether that be stage, screen, or opening for some rock star.
I'm an exception: as well as being trans, I'm also well-educated, well-spoken and lucky to look good in the clothes thanks to my slightly unusual body shape. Hence why RNZ hired me, while that social pressure about transvestites is why they fired me.
My goal is to make another documentary that is all about gender minorities and displaying the diversity of gender expression that exists.
Weeded Out wouldn't accomplish that unless there were very significant rewrites, which I refuse to make for various reasons. I chose to adapt that screenplay into a book, and that is the end of the Weeded Out/'be Tina' discussion.
Bluntly, I loved making this documentary, and would love to continue in that vein, rather than reliving my twenties for a bunch of people that want to pretend to give the support that they never actually gave to me IRL.
I'm still expecting an apology from people in Wellington that attempted to alter my gender expression, and that is actually necessary for me to feel tolerated in Wellington.
Fucking sick of being infantilised... that's probably something where Ms. Swarbrick has a similar view!
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*Snarking at all the classical music and theatre geeks that went to New York or California for postgraduate study, yet are jealous that I built this fresh sound while sitting on the dole or while doing some part-time editing work in Wellington.
They're the ones that want me to be a drag queen only, and want me to wear male clothes and accept a male name in public. Fuck that!
That is bigotry, and that's why I've been screaming and moaning and writing all those ChatGPT things about my IP rights and trans rights and other human rights.
They must legally cease. I'm hoping that this screed will convince them to leave me alone, respect my independence, and allow me to finish notating the score for Shipwrecked On Islands (ie the climate change musical).
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There's lots of projects in the pipeline, and I'm hoping that professionals - including the celebrities I've trolled - might actually get in touch now that they've seen this movie and have realised that I'm saner than they thought.
The insanity was all the anti-trans, anti-drugs hypocrisy from people that should've known better. I stand by my record: 6 years, and no charges or convictions.
That, despite actually dealing some drugs, and apparently dressing like a slut.
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