Ce texte part de la question de la représentation de la violence sexuelle dans la culture du viol. Il vise à mettre en lumière un problème massivement sous-adressé : l’impossibilité de nommer la circlusion.
Il prend la forme d’une lettre à J. K. Rowling. Erigée en symbole des forces du Mal transphobe parmi les communautés LGBT, c’est une tentative désabusée de raisonner une némésis aussi dangereuse que terrifiante.
C’est un texte violent qui parle de violence et de viol. Pour adresser le problème, il faut le nommer. C’est ce que tente de faire ce texte.
Il est rédigé en anglais, langue dans laquelle j’ai lu Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone lorsque j’étais enfant.
Une traduction française verra probablement le jour quand j’en aurai le temps.
In Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, Harry is first sorted into Slytherin. He was born in a pure-blood lineage and is thus predisposed to join the house of the snake.
But he chooses Gryffindor.
He rejects his privileged assignment to join a house that defends his core values.
He fights for the good of all and defeats dickhead Lord Voldemort.
Tell me J. K. Rowling,
How come you don't believe in your own story?
Why did you allow Harry to do that if you won’t allow me?
I want to choose my house too.
I want to fight for the good of all in the house of femmes.
Even if I'm only a cocky muggle, I promise, I'm very good with gender magic.
I'm quite like Harry you know. Actually, I kinda think you wrote a trans girl without even noticing. If you looked around, you’d see that little boys that want to be wizards often end up tall trannies that are witches.
But it is because of the penis, right ?
It is because you were raped, isn't it ?
I was raped too. I know how it feels.
I couldn't move. The only thing I could do was mentally trying to convince myself that I was going to be okay. And when it stopped, I blamed myself for it. I blamed myself for years. I was so ashamed and dirty and angry and it enraged me that I had to go through this.
It wasn't done with a penis though.
I think the representation of sex as a penis penetrating a vagina is responsible, to some extent, for rape culture as it places the penis holder as the power holder.
But power is not written in flesh.
Sometimes I wonder : have you ever even thought that a pussy could rape a dick ?
Do you know that you have that power ?
I know you don’t want it, no one wants that power.
That is why people tend to deny it. This is how rape culture works.
Is this why people with penises are almost never raped? Are they missing words to name it?
Are they blaming themselves like I was? Like I imagine you were at some point?
Have they ever even thought that a pussy could rape a dick ?
Let me put it clear : a pussy can rape a dick.
It circludes it. It encircles it. It swallows it like a ssssnake swallows its prey, slowly suffocating it.
It leaves it digested, all covered in a sticky-icky fluid that reeks of shame.
And then you tell yourself that you're dirty and bad and that everything is your fault.
And then you want to die.
And then you want to kill the ones that did this to you and you promise yourself that you will NEVER EVER let this happen again in your life or anyone else’s.
And so you fight.
I understand.
But I didn't rape you.
I
didn't
do
this
to
you.
Why must you be my Lord Voldemort then?
Tom was hurt badly by Iife, but that didn't give him the right to eradicate muggle born wizards.
You were hurt badly by men, but that doesn’t give you the right to eradicate muggle born femmes.
And if you are my Lord Voldemort, do I have to be your Harry Potter in order to defeat you and your evil plans?
Because I will, but I wish I didn’t have to.
It hurts to say, but your books actually HELPED ME to transition.
Why couldn't you just be my Dumbledore?