I love the Wizarding World, I love the whimsy and good-fun nature of it all.
I remember being a kid and wanting my letter from Hogwarts, convinced myself that on my 11th birthday I’d get one. To this day I still love the Wizarding World. I almost wish it were real, that there were secret societies practicing the mystical arts, eating the most queer confectioneries and chanting the most bizarre incantations, using their powers for good or for awesome.
I will always treasure getting a taste of what it would be like to walk through the wizarding world when I went to Universal Studios, how rode through Gringotts and visited the shoppes. Oh the shoppes were so much fun. I didn’t buy much of anything, just a mug of Butterbeer. I am not a rich woman, even if I was I wouldn’t dare give HER a knut more than I have to.
As I type this I am watching the Sorcerer’s Stone movie, but I dare not use a reputable streaming service. The VPN is on.
You see I almost wish it were real, because JK Rowling created it and she hates me. If the wizarding world were real it would hunt creatures like me. Because I am a monster, a monster that feeds off of women’s rights, identity, and dignity. Things I seek to steal from women, why? Because I’m an evil trans woman of course, and that’s all we do.
Of course it isn’t, any sane person will tell you that we just want to live our lives in peace as women. But every day it feel like another celebrity, someone I used to look up to, calls us misogynistic mentally ill men who prey on women. Just the other day Sir Charles Barkley called us men, claimed to respect us, but called us men.
They always claim to respect us, always say they’d respect us if we kept to ourselves. That if we simply stayed out of women’s spaces and “just be gay”, they’ll let us have some rights, not right to transition or to use the bathroom. But they’ll let us wear a dress! On special occasions! In the privacy of our own homes of course! If it were in public a child might see and get ideas that gender is a spectrum, or in some way fluid.
Why must I love the world she made? When she hates me? When she views me as a monster. You’d think I sucked the estrogen out of cisblood with the way she despises people like me…
Just a week ago she claimed she respected trans people and supported our right to hormone therapy, but I knew it was a lie. I knew she was just saying that to drum up positive publicity for her show. And I was right, because when Dolly Parton died, JK Rowling cried crocodile tears for her and while doing so deadnamed a trans activist, claimed she had seen her birth certificate.
Always claiming to be the victim of the evil transes who must be kept away from women at all costs. Never allowed in spaces, groups, fandoms, or anything of women’s. They claim we’re the ones being unreasonable, that by not bowing to cis women as our betters we are being misogynists.
I watch my movie in secret, with headphones on, I dare not let anyone know that I enjoy anything might by that demoness. This is my second time writing this manifesto, the first time got deleted when I switched from link to discussion. I really wish I had the first version it had more of my steam, more of my passion.
The bottom line is this, JK Rowling hates me, and if the Wizarding World were real, it’d hate me too. Because JK Made it.
Rowling’s work is nothing more than recycling the works of previous authors and couching it in modern British society. At best its derivative, and at worse a collection of thinly veiled stereotypes. The writing quality is meh at best, and the plots are weak.
I point all this out not to give you a hard time for liking it, but rather to encourage you to move beyond Rowling. She didn’t create 90% of what she writes about - she repackaged it into a marketable format, dumbing down the content of writers before her so it could be easily sold. It’s why kids who were raised on Tolkien and CS Lewis look down on the series - it’s like the baby version of fantasy writing.
Read Ursula LeGuin, Terry Pratchett, Robert Zelany - hell, even early Piers Anthony is better than Rowling. There’s so much good fantasy out there that it’s almost criminal Rowling’s trite crap got a gazillion movies. And hey, if you’re into writers who are morally compromised, David Edding’s Belgariad series is absolutely fantastic, as is Neil Gaiman’s Sandman.
My gripe with Rowling isn’t so much that she’s a transphobic cunt, although that would be enough for me to avoid her. My gripe is that she’s a mediocre mid-talent transphobic cunt who doesn’t appear to have a single original thought in her empty little brain, and clearly uses transphobia to keep herself in the spotlight…
Because her talent sure as hell isn’t going to do it for her.