America the Beautiful "Let Women Speak!"
Even if your voice shakes. Finding my voice with Kellie Jay Keen.
It has taken me several months to finally have time to put down my thoughts on an amazing day I had. It was one of those moments you thought you would never have—The one you daydream about that you think will always live there. The person you admire and would love to meet but don’t really believe you will because she lives halfway around the world. Well sometimes dreams do come true. For some of us women, that dream is to meet women’s rights campaigner Kellie Jay Keen, also known as Posie Parker. This woman is a mom, just like me. She speaks her truth and isn’t afraid to say it. “Your mum’s a TERF.”
A year and a half ago, I had never heard of the word TERF or Kellie Jay Keen. I was just trying to survive the world shutting down and recover from the pandemic. I did have a couple of experiences that I now know were TERF moments. One was a visceral reaction to a man in my local Petco store, with fake tits the size of watermelons. I was so pissed! My kids were wondering why I was so upset. They already had language I had never heard of before, like “maybe it helps his dysphoria.” I said “I don’t know what that is but that guy is disgusting!” The other time was after the Women’s March. I was talking with a friend who said that she knew someone that was upset because they weren’t represented. I said “Who is that?” “She said a trans woman.” Even then I said “That is a man and it is a women’s march. He can take off all his woman clothes and still walk down the street as a man. We don’t get to opt out.” The march wasn’t for him! All the good TERFS are thinking right now, in those moments I was peaking!
Fast forward 6 years later, when I discovered my daughter’s delusion that she thinks she is a trans boy. I started reading and watching everything I could. I felt so alone and then, one day, I came across this perky, bleached blond, smart mouth, ballsy British woman’s YouTube channel. She was so on point on all the thoughts racing in my head. She was speaking them out loud! Holy fuck! I thought to myself—I am not crazy!
I would watch in awe of the women she gave courage to, at her regular gatherings at Speaker’s Corner. The women would share their feelings and views on what is happening to women and children because of the trans movement. I would dream if only I could do that, if only I could have that! A serendipitous moment happened and I had my day with Kellie Jay Keen on the first leg of her “Let Women Speak” tour in Los Angeles on Hollywood Blvd. I was surrounded by women and a few men speaking out about the ideology that has captured the western world. That day was so empowering and will live on in my favorite memories. On that day I found my voice to speak up. I read the piece I wrote about us parents that are fighting to keep our kids whole. After I finished she gave me the longest hug that felt like I feel your pain, one mom to another. The best part of the day was our lunch at one of the oldest Italian restaurant in Hollywood—over 14 women gathered together and talking about the topics that affected us. All of us gathered because this amazing beautiful blond brought her moxie to the U.S. to let women speak.
I watched as she went on to San Francisco to let women speak. She and her group set up at the top of a hill challenging Scott Weiner on the day he had pumpkin carving in a park, where there were men in drag or what I like to call sex clowns. There are no more clowns now for kids. Clowns have a reputation of being scary and being looked upon with suspicion as they should be—one the most frightening clowns of all was John Wayne Gacy, and these guys in dresses with women face on are just as nefarious.
I watched as she traveled across my great nation. There were death threats in Oregon so she had to cancel. I watched in horror as teens and trans activists descended upon the women in Washington state. Pushing and spitting on the women. Screaming profanities. One women got her fingers broken. To this day I don’t know why they put themselves in the bottom of an amphitheater. That wasn’t a smart move. Like watching the Romans feed Christians to the lions—it was frightening to watch! When she hit the east coast it was becoming so volatile! She couldn’t even make it to her event in New York. I again watched in horror—women getting their hair pulled, men with estrogen breast shaking them at the women… One woman with a double mastectomy, probably hopped on testosterone, screamed profanities, drowning women’s voices out. It’s okay—we have the power of words. You can’t drown that out.
I find it interesting as I look back on the day we stood on the corner of Hollywood and Highland. I saw trans people walk by. They didn’t yell; they didn’t get violent. They kept walking with maybe a grimace on their faces. Only one guy yelled fuck you and gave us the finger. Two young girls with the look of trans teens lingered with smirks on their faces. Maybe they learned some truths that day. I asked myself: Is this because there was no warning so the crazies didn’t have a chance to show up? If that is so than I am thankful!
America is beautiful and brutal, and it still has a long way to go when it comes to women’s voices being taken seriously. But, on that day with Kellie Jay Keen, I found my voice and I will never be silent again.
Thank you, Kellie, for that! I have the deepest gratitude. XXO.
I am so moved and thankful to see this article on PITT. The trans mind virus destroys everything it touches…or, at least it tries. Women and children are victimized horrifically by it. Women and children! This is the human race in a nutshell.
The outspoken heroism and bravery of feminists/mothers like Kellie-Jay and J.K. Rowling, female athletes like Riley Gaines, young detransitioners like Chloe Cole, and so many others, are examples of what we can all be, whether we’re mothers or not, women or men, gay, lesbian, or straight. The mission of PITT is the same mission as that of all the gender-critical people who risk cancellation and death threats in order to speak out in defense of biological truth, the rights of women and the sanctity of children’s bodies.
Lovely essay, and it gave me hope and perspective. So much contempt for motherhood these days (and has been for some time.) We have to shout it from the rafters! "Being a woman is beautiful and we have the possibility to change the world as mothers; as sisters; as teachers; as healers...The world is saved when motherhood, physical or spiritual, is seen for the great vocation it is!"