Originally a comment by Your Name’s not Bruce? on Replacing outdate diagnostic categories.
Obviously, a man does not – indeed cannot know what it feels like to be a woman: I, for example, can only know what it feels like to be me, but the ideology says otherwise.
Exactly. I can’t extend my own experience to other men, let alone women. Me is all I’ve got. I have no other frame of reference. I happen to be male, but I can’t claim any expertise in “maleness” or “being a man.” I assume some degree of similarity and commonality with other humans, in that they will have their own subjectivities, but I can’t know what those subjectivities are. I am bound by and to my own experience. I can’t claim that mine is better, or different, or wrong, as I can’t “try on” anyone else’s in anything but a limited, imaginative way, through, say, reading the thoughts and perspectives of others. But this is more like getting a postcard, not even being a tourist. It’s a message from outside, not a personal visit. And you certainly can’t live there. You can get a feel for it, but you can’t know it.
To claim that one is something they’re not (and can’t be) is, quite apart from impossible, presumptuous and wrong-headed. “Gender identity” presupposes some essential “maleness” or “femaleness” of perception, perspective, or personality that is independent of both the sexed body, and the individual, offering some interior standard of comparison to judge against from within the self. How else can they say “I’m not A, but B”. How can you know this if you have never been a B and can never be one? You can’t step out of A, or into B. How would you know? It would be like me wondering if how I see a given shade of blue is the same as everyone/anyone else’s perception, and confidently claiming my own perception is wrong.
Amputees who have “phantom” limbs have experience of once having had the now missing limb. Someone who is now old has had experience of once having been younger. They have relevant experiences that allow them to compare and judge these two states of being and perception. (Whether their memories of these states of being is accurate might be another question, given the cliche of polishing, embellishing, and remaking our own histories, wherein “When I was young, we had to walk twenty miles to school every day, uphill in both directions!” is another question.) These are comparisons we can have license to make because they’re part of our personal histories. They’re in our CV. Being the sex one is not isn’t. There is no relevant experience that can allow you to claim another state of being. This is not to say that those few with actual dysphoria are not experiencing discomfort and suffering, but the cause is not being “in the wrong body.” The cause must be something other than a supposed “incongruence” between Soul and Body. Descartes is dead: long live Zombie, Gender Identity Descartes.
You are the body you’re “in”. You can’t visit other bodies to see if their grass is greener. You can see how the other half lives, but you can’t be the other half. Not for an instant. You’re stuck with your own grass, weeds and all. “Treating” your lawn with napalm is not going to make it any greener. Quite the opposite in fact. Attacking the body seems to be a poor choice for dealing with something that seems to be, on the face of it, purely psychological. This is “mind over matter” taken to a destructive extreme. Wasting time, energy and lives on “treatments” that can never work, can only postpone or prevent solutions that can actually alleviate the mental suffering that sterilization and mutilation never will.