Just a quick little thought, as we draw the week to a happy close and prepare for some well-earned weekend rest…One will often notice the language surrounding discussion of trans people, and our gender, carrying the implicit suggestion that our gender identity isn’t real, that we’re mistaken about that. Sometimes it comes in subtle forms, such as “Miranda Rae, who was born a man but believes she is a woman”, and sometimes is more overt and malicious, such as “we’re being forced to tolerate people’s delusions that they belong to the opposite sex!” or “putting on a dress and some lipstick doesn’t make a man into a woman, and we shouldn’t pretend he’s something he’s not or encourage it!”
The thing that’s really starting to get to me about this is that the justifications people use for their assertions that our gender isn’t “real”, that we’re “really” our assigned sex, that we’re “delusional”, that our gender identification is “absurd” or “ridiculous”, are things like …well… God. You know, the invisible supernatural entity in the sky who according to many made the world in seven days and will burn you in a pit of fire if you engage in homosexuality. Or if not God, things like “male and female energies” or various pseudo-scientific explanations and “sexological” theories about evolutionary roles and “misdirected erotic drives”.
We’re also treated to assertions by some that their religious beliefs are not being respected if they are not permitted the capacity to tell us our gender identities are “delusional” and not true. As in, we’re not showing due respect to their cray-cray beliefs if they don’t get to tell us our justified belief is cray-cray.
Now, I could be all “tra la la, your silly unsubstantiated beliefs don’t trump my silly unsubstantiated beliefs, so let’s just agree to disagree. We’re all entitled to our opinions!” …but, um, as said, my belief in my being a woman is not unsubstantiated, it’s justified. Under all definitions of gender that make sense, I can reasonably defend my right to identify as a woman, and even under most sensible definitions of sex, I can at the very least make a compelling case that I’m more female than I am male. I can actually show you physical evidence, like serum estradiol and testosterone levels. Or my breasts (not that I will show you them, I’m just saying I can).
But God? Nothing.
So it’s not just a case of hypocrisy. It’s a case of… um…. I don’t know. What’s the word for when you accuse somebody of something that isn’t at all true of them but is deeply true of you? Sort of like “projection”, but more objective and concrete. Is there a word for that? If not, I’ll coin one: “Derpocrisy.”
So let’s just make a note here. If you believe in the literal existence of any of the following…
– Reiki / “Healing Touch”
– Alien abduction
– The immortal soul
– 9/11 was a controlled demolition
– The Loch Ness Monster
– Out of body experiences
– The afterlife
– Magic (or “magick” if you like to wear capes and stuff)
– The Illuminati
– Demonic possession
– Faith healing
…then you don’t get to call my gender a delusion. Okay?
(I reserve the right to call you out on your silliness, though).