Originally a comment by Your Name’s not Bruce? on A means to exclood.

once he ‘transitioned’, he did his landscaping in hot pants and spike heels. That just proves he isn’t a woman; no woman of any sense at all would mow a lawn dressed like that. [quoting iknklast]

It’s a vicious circle. Performance and appearance are all that TiMs have; any time they’re not in “woman-coded” clothes and accessories = not being a woman, so even in situations where safety, comfort, and mobility compel women to dispense with “woman-coded” wardrobes, TiMs have to keep up the pretense, because doing otherwise results in even smaller chances of “passing”. Their use of stereotyipcal, exaggerated “female” clothing and mannerisms are the equivalent of holding up a sign that says “I AM A WOMAN” (“It’s MA’AM!” if you will). In their minds they can never put the sign down, because the sign is all they’ve got. They want us to believe that sign is their sex. The hyperfeminine dress and comportment is large, boldface type, for those with poor eyesight who might accidentally see them as men. It’s closed captioning for those who don’t understand what they’re trying to say. It’s a demand to surrender our reading of reality to their delusion. Ultimately, it’s a warning, to women particularly: “Give me what I want. Or Else.”

Females don’t have to do any of this and can dress as they like without risk of changing sex. Men-who-claim-to-be-women are always on stage, always in costume, always performing. By doing so they’re claiming to change sex. Butlerian reasoning would have us believe that this is enough to make them women, that in fact performance is all anybody has, or anybody is. Nice try, Judith, but it doesn’t work that way. As if we can so easily shed the inescapable journey of birth, old age, sickness, and death that is the lot of material beings, philosopher or no. We are not beings of pure thought and energy, who can slip into and out of whatever roles we set our minds to, reifying them through sheer force of will. We are tied to this Earth, and the sustenance it provides. We are our bodies. We are matter, we are mammals, we are male and female. Oh, to slip the surly bonds of biology!