Culture Wars/Current Controversies

We Are All Buffalo Bill: Embracing the Revolutionary Monstrosity of the Third Gender

By Nicky Reid aka Comrade Hermit

Exile in Happy Valley

She’s putting on her lipstick in the mirror while the music blares. There are knives by the blush and a loaded .357 Magnum next to the rouge. She’s applying eyeliner as her victim’s screams grow louder than the bassline. She turns up “Goodbye Horses” to drown them out. There are moths on the multicolored spools of fabric. There are skulls on their wings. There is a thorn tattooed on her side and rings shaped like serpents on her fingers. Her powerful shoulders flex as she works her antique sewing machine like a lave, sewing the flesh of her victims into something that will conceal those muscles. The screams grow louder but not oud enough. She’s dancing before a blinking camcorder now, bathed in a woman suit constructed of ‘real girls’ with her other thorn tucked between her thighs. Now she’s gingerly prying a pupa from its cocoon and caressing its newly formed wings. A terrifyingly deep voice escapes from those lipstick smeared lips. “So powerful…”

This was my introduction to Jame Gumb, better known as Buffalo Bill, the genderfuck villainess of Jonathan Deme’s brilliant 1991 horror masterpiece, Silence of the Lambs. This was also the frighteningly feral image of androgyny that generations of genderqueer kids like me grew up with, and it hurt. The fact that I also happen to be a lifelong horror buff who adores this movie along with the 1988 Thomas Harris novel of the same name that it was based on didn’t exactly soften the blow. While both Demme and Harris attempt to go to great lengths to have FBI Agent Clarice Starling and Doctor Hannibal Lecter explain that “Billy is not a real transexual… He thinks he is, he tries to be, he’s tried to be a lot of things, I expect.” these hollow words from the cisgender peanut gallery do even less to soften that blow. Regardless of how the professional class in the psychiatric-police state chooses to label her, Billy clearly identifies her desire for femininity as a strength and it is her androgyny, her refusal to play by traditional gender norms that makes her monstrous to the audience.

The conclusion that many kids like me were forced to come to was that our own inability to play by those rules, a predilection which we shared with one of cinema’s greatest villains, marked us for the same fate that she embraced like a spider to a fly. Our identities could only result in unspeakable acts of barely human savagery. Ted Levine took up permanent residence in our mirrors and this isn’t exactly an ideal foundation for adolescent self-esteem. More than a few of us chose to break the mirror and use its tainted shards to carve up our flesh like one of Billy’s humps. Painful memories like these are part of the reason why even bitter anti-assimilationist radicals like me rejoice in the fact that at least today kids have access to enough information on their identities to give them some assemblance of hope that not fitting into either of the government approved genders doesn’t have to result in a violent death in the basement.

But hope can be a dangerous thing, especially for a community that remains at least as marginalized as we are half-heartedly celebrated. While Walt Disney may decorate his parades with Pride flags that represent more identities than I can count, his conglomerate, along with other supposedly woke Fortune 500 giants like Goldman Sachs and Shell Oil continue to sling millions of dollars to the same politicians and lobbies that openly seek to strangle young gender outlaws with police state legislation before their arms are even strong enough to put up a fight. If anything, inclusion into mainstream civility has only made these muscles weaker. Many young trans people have been lulled into a state of learned passivity, being taught that their only hope for survival rests exclusively on the shoulders of an alliance between big government and even bigger business. Meanwhile, this exact same alliance pushes our prescribed foes to embrace them as the only force that can contain Queers like me before we can convert their kids.

Like most culture wars, the current gender war is little more than an excuse to keep both sides of the fight reliant on the same systems of power that exploit us both. However, since my community remains and will likely always be a minority, we are the ones with the most to lose and we are the ones most likely to lose it. The statistics on this fact are painfully clear. Trans people are more than four times as likely to be the victims of violent crime than we are to be the perpetrators. And it is with this fact in mind that I suggest the unthinkable. Perhaps Buffalo Bill isn’t such a horrendous role model after all.

Not because of the crimes that she commits against innocent women who are just as likely to find themselves exploited by the same chauvinistic culture that drove Billy to seek shelter in the confines of her basement lair, but because she represents everything that terrifies the bigots and in this fear resides power. Jame Gumb was a child of systemic abuse denied her right to transition by a corrupt, gatekeeping, medical establishment who told her that she was too broken to be female, too “savage” to be a “real transexual.” So Gumb became something else, something too strange to be filed away in the DSM. Jame became Billy, a monster too powerful to be ignored. God help me but I can relate.


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  1. Not many comments/readers. Living up here in the mountains in a small community of like-minded and like-acting folk, and we work hard to keep it this way. An anarchist reality. The issue you write about IMO can be illustrated with Stephen King. Normies don’t take issue with Stephen King because he writes about psychopathic killers and masochists. He only writes the stories. Stephen King does not, apparently, kill and maim other people or himself. Even if he’d like to, he has the tact to keep it to himself, or among his friends. Likewise, the issue normies have with is your type isn’t that you are fixated upon your genitals and your sexual expression, it’s how you act it out. Your type maim and disfigure yourselves. Normies and others think the sickos in SK’s books are… sick in the head and need to be sequestered, or at least need help – not help to “be a normie”, but to find a more appropriate mode of expression. It’s Hillary Clinton who wants to re-condition people. Normies think the same when they see similar extremes of expression such as facial tats and piercings, colored hair and prison fashion on display outside of prison. It is oppression to force others to look at you, let alone accept you. Like masterbation, if you only seek to please yourself, then do do it in your basement, not on a bench in a public park…

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