Little Red Radical Terf

A short story by John Oliver's gender-affirming staff

Once upon a time, a perfectly innocent trans grandmother was living her best life in the woods when she encountered a terrible transphobe who was feared by all the forest creatures.

This terrible transphobe was known as Little Red Radical Terf. The forest creatures called her that because she was always red in the face about something, and because she wore a hooded cloak to conceal her ugly face, which was contorted by her hatred of anyone different.

The perfectly innocent trans grandmother tried to be polite. “Good day,” she said with a tilt of her head.

But Little Red Radical Terf, the terrible transphobe, deadnamed and misspeciesed the poor trans grandmother. “Oh, hello Mr. Wolf,” she said, causing all the forest creatures to gasp in collective horror.

The perfectly innocent trans grandmother felt terrible, for she had been invalidated. Fearful for her very existence, she tried to change the subject. “So, um, what’s in the basket?” she asked Little Red Radical Terf.

“I have cake, wine…