Composing a complaint for another 'males can have instant access to females if they want it cause the law says so' policy.
And I'm furious that the legal architects left any ambiguity in the law.
If the law ALREADY RECOGNISED FEMALES PROPERLY all of these other laws would collapse.
A sex class. The female sex class. A biological group, a bodily anatomy, a reproductive class, a tangible, material reality.
That's what we are.
If the law properly recognised what female IS and what it ISN'T, there wouldn't be any nonsense clauses or laws about how NOT-FEMALE people can be 'recognised' as FEMALE.
Because you can't 'recognise' what is not recognisable.
It's entirely impossible.
You can't recognise something as that which it is NOT.
You can't recognise that which has already been recognised as the opposite to what it claims.
You've already recognised it.
It's the opposite.
It's too late.
Here is a worm, please recognise it as a Boeing 747.
THAT'S NOT WHAT RECOGNITION IS
It's like a law that says "HELLO PLEASE RECOGNISE THIS PERSON AS YOUR AUNTY GLADYS WHO YOU HAVE KNOWN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE" when you don't have an aunty Gladys and you're unrelated to the complete stranger being presented to you.
You CAN'T.
Even if the law insists you must.
It's INSANE.
'To recognise' doesn't mean 'to lie' or 'to pretend'
But in these laws, it does.
It isn't a Gender Recognition Act.
It's a 'Sex Unrecognition Act'
It's a "we all recognise what sex is so this is a law to make everyone lie about it" Act.
We all exist in juxtaposition to each other.
You can't forbid me from recognising someone else's sex because it's RIGHT THERE IN OPPOSITION TO MY OWN.
Yet we've already written into TWO laws that what we've already recognised as NOT-FEMALE must be 'recognised' as FEMALE.
It's the opposite of recognition.
The very existence of these two pieces of legislation demonstrate what a forced lie it is.
The laws might as well have been phrased "How to punish one sex for being the opposite to the other"
If only we had been honest about what female means in the first place, thousands of women wouldn't be desperately arguing with thundering idiots and bullies about why boys are not in fact girls, and why facilities for girls are not for boys.
And we wouldn't be faced with the IDIOCY of others hiding behind, o well, but you see, the law is complicated and says that sex and gender and assignment and transition and identity and reassignment and legitimate and proportionate and 'recognise'...
We really must dissolve laws that force one sex to argue that we are in fact opposite to the other sex against any legal opposition.
At an individual level, this is the equivalent to me, a female, being denied the right to distinguish myself meaningfully from him, a male.
All the while he, a male, is granted the right to distinguish himself meaninglessly from other males.
It's simply a bully's charter that grants the bigger kid the right to sit on the littler kid, but denies the little kid the right to get out from under him.
That's what these laws do.
They grant bullies the right to say I'M THE SAME AS YOU when by every tangible measure that's a lie.
And they deny victims the right to say BUT I'M NOT THE SAME AS YOU when by every tangible measure it's the truth.
Because we've created two laws that say tangible measures are forbidden, and we must all now play in the playground of the fantasists by their rules, of which there is only one: SUBMIT.
I've absolutely had enough.
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The True Story of My Encounter With Thieves: The One Who Didn’t Get Away.
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When I was in my early twenties I took a year out to go and do some volunteer work in Africa.
I lived in a small house in a forest and I shared it with my housemate; a warm, friendly Yorkshire lass who worked as a volunteer midwife in the local hospital. Let’s call her ‘Anne’.
Anne had been provided with a bicycle to get her to work. It was a red ladies’ shopper, a rather distinctive colour and model of bike in a country where almost all other bikes appeared to be ancient black vintage bone-rattlers.
When I was a teenager, I went to church. And I fully adopted the 'love everyone, forgive everything, don't judge' ethos.
I started going to a happy, clappy church. And I discovered a member of the congregation, 'Bob' a middle aged gregarious man.
I recognised Bob from a few years back, I'd been in a panto aged 10, Bob had been a lead singer. He'd been friendly and fun to the children. I liked him.
Oddly, the older women in the congregation saw me reacquaint myself with friendly Bob.
Looks were exchanged.
They took me aside. In so many words, they warned me to be careful around him. Bob, it turned out was a convicted paedophile.
Because, for example.
If we took any group, say, "able-bodied diabetic men aged 75+" and after analysis, discovered their performance was comparable to an entirely different group, say, "under 14 female amputees". Should we merge the groups? Does that make sense?
We separate sports categories by notable, material physical characteristics. Male/female bodies are the criteria. Not feelings.
The first time, a 48 hour labour, unrelenting contractions over two solid days with scant few minutes reprieve in between.
The second, a fast and dramatic 5 hours, with so little time to catch my breath that I couldn't move an inch from beginning to end.
If you've been through this, you'll maybe recognise that feeling of utter desperation that hits between the waves, a particular point when you can't go on any longer and it's never, ever going to end.
And then another immense wave of pain body blows you full force again.
And yet you do carry on, with strength that you barely believe is yours, because there's no alternative.
Happy Easter!
I have an adorable picture thread for you.
On surrogacy, and motherhood.
Read on.
1. Looky here, cuteness overload, a heart-melting pic of Kia, a beautiful golden retriever, who became a surrogate mother to some teeny baby bunnies...aaaawwww ❤️
2. Baby badgers!
Here is Murray - he also stepped up to the plate, becoming a surrogate parent for 3 of the sweetest little Murray mints ever.
(See what I did there?)
3. Lucky duckies, little floofs find a new surrogate mother in Hiroko the cat who manages not to eat them
1. A woman is lifting weights in a gym. A man starts following her around all the equipment, making disturbing and sexist comments about her. She feels threatened.
That's hostility based on sex. She can report him.
2. She retreats to the women's changing rooms and cries in the shower. He follows her in to the changing room, smirking. She tells him to get out. He tells her he identifies as a woman. He reports her to the police.
That's hostility (from her) based on his 'gender'.