It’s not a woman’s body, but how would you know?
“You don’t see gametes!”we’re repeatedly told.
She looks like a woman, she feels like a woman, she lives as a woman, uses pronouns and everything.
But.
She thinks like a man.
How do we know?
Because she has a man’s physiology;
she has a man’s psychology:
She has the body and brain of a man who has thought of himself as, and has been made to look like, a beautiful woman.
Did her physiology inform her psychology, or her psychology direct her physiology?
The many decisions she took on the way to this point in her life; those decisions and their attendant consequences, are what she’ll have to reckon with forever
because
although I’m now respecting her pronouns, using she/her in reference;
she knows
she’s
he/him
in reality.
And reality will not be gainsaid.
Material reality will mash you up.
Nature always reasserts itself.
You cannot escape your own head.
The mind in retreat is a terrifying prospect. It can make you do terrible things, to yourself and those around you. And there are always, always consequences in attendance.
So, the male psychology remains male, dealing with those consequences. The male physiology ditto. Also,
the female psychology and physiology remains forever female, dealing with the decisions taken and consequences in turn;
And this is why we need to stand against this pernicious ideology that seeks to experiment on the bodies and psyches of children in order to validate adults.
Because it’s a lie.
Your mind can become unbalanced, your body can feel uncomfortable, your environment can become stressful and you can’t always face the truth.
If you elevate a collection of stereotypes about what women are and what women do over the universal experiences of female people, you will come up with nonsense like this⬇️about the ways race, gender and class interact.
I’d like to show you why #SexMatters here.
A thread:
The truth doesn’t require you to go into battle for it. The truth doesn’t require a war.
The truth just requires - actually, it demands - that when you discover it, when you stumble across it, when you uncover it
you state it.
That’s all. You state it.
You don’t have to shout;
the truth doesn’t need your fanfares or parades; doesn’t need enforcement or initiation.
That’s culture.
That’s not truth.
The truth is simple, supported by reality, and, while it might be painful for you, it will absolutely bear you up.
You might be required to state it more
than once. Say it to authority. Declare it in court.
You might lose all kinds of people or places because of it,
but you don’t have to *fight for it,
because all of nature and reality is doing that for you.
A man killed his mother and her friends, including a three-year old girl, because he couldn’t get a girlfriend.
What’s misogyny?
Some say the mother, and the young women who wouldn’t have sex with him, must share the blame.
What’s misogyny?
The man had his gun license
granted, even tho his social media was full of violent threats against women and there’d been an allegation of assault. (And this in a country where women have had police visits over the content of their tweets.)
It’s easy to assume the mantle of anti-racism guru when you’re a Black man.
After all, what makes life uncomfortable but the damn racism, right?
Wouldn’t life be fine and dandy without it?
Black women, otoh, still have to deal with men like you selling our rights out from
under us so you can be the loudest voice in the biggest chair.
When are you going to stop appropriating other people’s oppression, or did you think this was something only White people do?
You take the struggles of Black people who don’t think like you, love like you, act like
.@Critic_Speak asked me to contribute to a podcast discussion around the subject of race in the Welsh Arts scene.
They wanted me to talk about how I might have suffered, as a Black artist, from the gatekeeping White hierarchy that has dominated Welsh culture forever.
my piece talks about how being Welsh, being Black, being an artist, is not based on some outward evaluation, someone’s acknowledgment of my oppression, nor on some outside validation of my identity; I base my value on the meaning that is left when all else is stripped away/
That is, simply, How Do I Live?
How do I live when women and girls are subjected to such violence on their bodies, their psychology, their education and choices?
How do I live when to be born female is still to be thought of as lesser, to be treated as of little consequence?/