Trapped
There are a number of people who genuinely believe that they are trapped in the wrong body, and they want to be recognized as the gender that their mind and soul have always told them that they are.
People can genuinely believe lots of things that aren’t true, and even things that are obviously absurd. Religions are good at coming up with whole elaborate systems of untrue things for people to believe. Trans ideology is very like religion in this sense.
The entertainment industry is also quite good at coming up with untrue stories for our entertainment and even enlightenment. The Wizard of Oz is not true, but it’s a good story. Big is not true, but it’s a good story.
We are our bodies. We may dislike aspects of them, we may dislike everything about them, but they are still ours and not anyone else’s.
I have never liked my body, and actually tried to destroy it. I never thought it wasn’t me, even though it didn’t feel or look like me, at least as I perceived myself. I struggle with it still. I know the struggle is more about perceptions and desires, not about reality. It never occurred to me to actually declare myself to be something other than what my body was.
Well, other than being an otter, of course. TOAO!
But if the gendered soul is so fundamental and primary that it overides the material body, why not just ignore that wrong body? Why drug it and carve it up? It’s a pointless husk, right? Why is it so important to access the spaces designateded for bodies of the other sex? Why is it so vital to pass as the other sex’s body type? Supposedly you can’t tell and mustn’t assume someone else’s gender. How do you know that the people of the opposite sex whose space you’re demanding aren’t actually trans themselves. All those female bodies might house male souls, right? But getting into the spaces reserved for female bodies is the goal. For “validation,” the important thing is to be admitted with the preferred body type. The gendered soul doesn’t run, cycle, or swim races; it’s the sexed body that does that, and male bodies remain male, whatever it’s wearing, however it’s been dosed and cut. It’s that male body that changes and showers with the female bodies it has forced itself among and upon. It’s the male bodies up on the podium places that belong to women, wearing the medals that should have gone to women. I’d love to hear how the sports organizations that recognize the primacy of the gendered soul over the physical body are able to discern this soul’s presence in the absence of any evidence of its actual existence. If you’re going to sacrifice women’s safety, dignity, opportunity, and prizes, you’d better be doing it for something that’s real. Nobel Prizes await!
And where is the gendered soul in all of this? Is it just along for the ride as the gross matter of the body takes it willy-nilly amongst other bodies? Why aren’t these refined, sensitive souls satisfied with third spaces for toilet facilities and open categories for sports? If they really thought that the sexed body was so unimportant, they wouldn’t care. There would be no need to violate women’s boundaries. If they really loved their sports, they would be thrilled to be offered an open category that actually recognized and celebrated their unique status and nature, rather than insist on forcing themselves into women’s divisions where their male bodies don’t belong. But no, it’s about bodies after all. Other people’s bodies. Women’s bodies and the demand for acces to them, and the spaces and facilities set aside for them. There can be no “validation” without the posession of women’s bodies. Not particularly “soulfull,” is it?
Why TiMs they lack the slightest bit of compassion or empathy for women who are bound and restricted by the limitations and demands placed upon their sexed, material bodies? For TiMs “gender” is the flavour of their soul, an exciting place to visit and explore. For women gender is a life sentence imposed by others, not a tourist destination that one seeks out willingly. TiMs may be on a “gender journey” aboard the Love Boat, on their way to Fantasy Island, but women are stuck in the Chain Gang, planning The Great Escape. Maybe, maybe for at least a few women, the patriarchal gender norms under which they struggle are no longer quite the prisons that kept them confined, but still, for the foreseeable future, they will be like GPS ankle bracelets that will track their every move and keep them under house arrest. That genderists can’t see or won’t acknowledge this shows how selfish, entitled, and tone deaf they are. Their “freedom” is dependent upon women’s continued incarceration. The state of women’s souls is of no concern. They are lesser beings who are doomed to eternal agreement and compliance with the gender they were “assigned at birth.” Sucks to be you. But if gender is abolished, then gender means nothing. How then can they float above the worldly constraints of material reality without the grubby, common, cis world to look up and admire them? What fun is it if they get pulled down to Earth, or worse still, if pigs learn to fly?
For those wondering, Julia Gillard is described as the “destroyer of Australian sex based rights” because it was she, as Prime Minister, who added ‘Gender Identity’ as a protected characteristic under Australian anti-discrimination law. This was in 2013! Now that’s some stealth lobbying. Ten years later, most Australians would still have no idea what this term is supposed to mean.
‘There are a number of people who genuinely believe’…’and they want’…. This is not the sentence structure I’d expect any sort of government policy to rest on.
Simon #3
In 2013 she was simultaneously holding out on same sex marriage (she flipped a bit later)
https://www.smh.com.au/politics/federal/gillard-abbott-unmoved-by-nz-gay-marriage-vote-20130417-2i0sv.html
SwanAlien,
Thanks for the reminder, I’d completely forgotten that.
I recently came out as a “slut.” I have always struggled with the urge to have sex with almost everyone I see. And that urge has overpowered me and I have told the world what my REAL SELF is and how I need to be accommodated.
My wife understands it if I don’t come home until 2am several times a month. She also knows that I simply can’t help myself if I start to make a brazen come-on to our child’s teacher during a parent-teacher interview. And the school has been informed about my identity, so the teacher herself knows that this is simply WHO I AM and so she therefore knows not to be a Karen about it.
In fact, my workplace has been trained by HR to respect my identity and to respect my need to photocopy my erection and send the images to my co-workers. My naked appearances during Zoom meetings are conceded. Having sex on my desk with an understanding co-worker isn’t seen as “wrong.”
My family, my wife’s family, our church, our neighbours, have also been compelled to accept that acceding to my behaviour is an obligation because, with “slut” being an integral part of my identity, it is a human rights violation to criticize it. If not an act of GENOCIDE.
I suppose there is a similarity between myself and the gay community because I genuinely DO want to have sex with the maximum amount of people in my life, just as they’re genuinely attracted to people of the same sex as themselves. Whereas Trans people are NOT the same sex as the people they try to imitate. And they cannot become the same sex as the people they try to imitate through medical interventions. Furthermore, this gendered mind has not yet been proven to exist. “Souls” don’t exist, so there’s no point in even discussing that. But while I personally think it might be possible for there to be a part of the brain that registers congruence or incongruence with your body’s sex, or, that there are some brain patterns that tend to cluster around either “XX” or “XY” people, … there also might not be. Regardless, the concept of “gender” expressed by the gender cult is incoherent, contradictory and non-falsifiable.
Even if someone genuinely believes they’re trapped in the wrong body, that they’re miserable because of dysphoria over their sexed body, it doesn’t make them the sex they want to be. Wanting to be a woman doesn’t make a TIM a woman.
I guess what I do actually share with the trans-community is a sense of entitlement that my obnoxious behaviour be tolerated by the rest of society and that all safeguards against me be lowered for my benefit.
Every time I think about bodies and trans dogma, I think about how an anorexic would be told “yes, you do look a little fat” and then be told to get weight loss surgery.