A pivotal moment
Uh oh. Are terfs about to be shoved off the naughty step by merfs?
Mermaids, that’s what the M stands for. We take you now to Sydney for
There was a pivotal moment in Queen Pangke Tabora’s life that eclipsed all others: It was the moment, she says, when she first slid her legs into a mermaid tail.
She what? Where did she get it? Did she murder a mermaid? Did she buy it on the black market from someone who murdered a mermaid? Those things don’t just come off like a pair of jeans you know – they’re the mermaid’s below the waist body.
For the transgender Filipina woman approaching middle age, seeing her legs encased in vibrant, scaly-looking neoprene three years ago was the realization of a childhood dream.
Oh a synthetic mermaid tail – you should have said that in the first place. Anyway, cool – trans isn’t enough any more, now we have to add pretend-fish-shape to our bottom halves to make it exciting again.
And it marked the beginning of her immersion into a watery world where she would find acceptance.
Acceptance? From whom? Fish? Squid? Dolphins? Coral?
“The feeling was mermai-zing,” Tabora said one recent morning while lounging in a fiery red tail on a rocky beach south of Manila, where she now teaches mermaiding and freediving full-time.
She teaches mermaiding. Huh. Who taught her? The mermaid whose bottom half she’s now wearing?
Across the world, there are thousands more merfolk like her — at its simplest, humans of all shapes, genders and backgrounds who enjoy dressing up as mermaids. In recent years, a growing number have gleefully flocked to mermaid conventions and competitions, formed local groups called “pods,” launched mermaid magazines and poured their savings into a multimillion-dollar mermaid tail industry.
And activism, right? Harassing people who don’t believe people can be mermaids? Going to their conferences to shout and bang on the windows?
Away from the critics and chaos of life on land, mer-world is the kinder, gentler and more joyful alternative to the real world. It is also a world, merfolk say, where you can be whoever and whatever you want.
All identities are valid. Scales are for everyone. Mermaids are being their authentic selves.
That openness attracts some transgender people who empathize with Ariel’s agony of being trapped in a body that feels wrong. It is also inspiring to merfolk like Che Monique, the Washington, D.C.-based founder of the Society of Fat Mermaids, which promotes body-positive mermaiding.
The war between the thin mermaids and the body-positive mermaids is raging.
Merfolk acknowledge their almost-utopia is occasionally rocked by stormy seas. As mermaiding’s popularity has risen, so too has the prevalence of creeps known as “merverts,” and scam artists who sell non-existent tails, says Kelly Hygema, creator of the Facebook group “Mermaids Beware: Scammers, Merverts, & More.”
Selling non-existent tails! People can be so evil.
I don’t know, assuming they’ve also got jobs and relationships, larping mermaids sounds pretty harmless. I can think of worse things.
Yeah, this is more akin to furries than anything else. Generally harmless, a bit weird, but not anything I’m inclined to judge.
It’s the breathless rhetoric I’m making fun of, more than the pastime itself.
But I do judge furries and fandoms and Star Wars conventions and all the rest of it if the people aren’t very very young. I’m very judgey.
So much for foot fetishes. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Yeah, but look at those fins twiliter.
That’s a euphemistic way of saying there’s a big overlap between crossdressing and roleplaying as a mermaid (or a furry, or something infantile like a child’s doll or even a child in diapers). And I can imagine that mermaid-dom has much of the same problem as furrydom (and babydom and doll-dom and trans-dom): that parents let kids and young people get involved thinking it’s harmless roleplay or some kind of special identity, completely unaware that for a lot of the adults in the group, it’s a highly sexual activity. I’ve read stories of parents dropping their teens off to spend the day unattended at furry conventions, thinking it’s just a bunch enthusiastic fans of various cartoon characters, unaware that such conferences are basically orgies for fetishistic men — no place for young people to be at all. That’s not so different as the stories of 13- and 14-year-old girls joining transgender support groups and finding themselves surrounded by men in their early twenties: for the girls it’s about escaping distress around the reality of living as females; for the men it’s about the sexual thrill of getting into it.
Mermaid-dom is in fact for some people just a particular kind of bondage: it involves the lower half of a woman’s body (often actually a crossdressing man roleplaying as the “woman”) being incapacitated and tightly encased in rubber or latex. In illustrations and photographs widely distributed by mermaid fetishists, the upper half of the body is also bound and gagged with rope and duct tape. There’s often someone with a whip standing nearby — hardly Prince Eric from Disney’s Little Mermaid cartoon. I wonder why that failed to make it into the article?
(Speaking of fetishes for incapacitation and being wrapped in latex: I actually knew someone who died from that. I was at his memorial. No one mentioned the cause of death, which immediately led me to suspect something kinky was involved, and I did a deep google dive and sure enough, he had constructed an elaborate contraption that would completely vacuum seal him in a kind of giant rubber Ziploc bag, leaving him completely unable to move, and dependent on modified mechanical diving contraptions for oxygen. The breathing device malfunctioned, and he suffocated alone in his home inside his homemade fetishistic rubber Ziploc bag while his girlfriend was away in California marketing that very contraption at a fetish convention. I wonder how many mermaids have bought one?)
@6 Ooh la la… :D
@7 Wow Arty, scary stuff. Makes me wonder how people’s senses become so dulled that they feel like they have to resort to such extremes. :(
@9,
I often wonder that, too. Like, I guess I’m just lucky that my brain isn’t wired that way. My idea of a spicy time is cooking a nice meal for someone I adore and then laughing together over wine while watching a silly movie. I still haven’t gotten tired of that. No crazy contraptions required unless a food processor is involved.
Room 101!
@7: That’s horrible!
I wonder how many mermaid fetishists have actually tried to cut off their own legs (or, worse, succeeded)? Or even “just” to have them fused (with an iron?) together? Hardly harmless…
On the other hand, The Society of Fat Mermaids sounds like a super hero team I could get behind.
I’m not sure where I first learned of Ireland’s Mermaid Saint (maybe here), but this may be of interest:
https://www.irishcentral.com/roots/history/irelands-little-known-mermaid-saint
God almighty. Clearly I wasn’t being judgey enough.
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