Science keeps showing us that sex also doesn’t fit in a binary, whether it be determined by genitals, chromosomes, hormones, or skeletons.
I’m still trying to put my own thoughts into words over this issue, and they are not coming easily. In the meantime, here’s someone else’s point of view on the matter.
A very well0written piece on what it means to be a transgender woman.
On dealing with “bad memories” – likely applicable to any number of related issues, such as PTSD.
It seems my article (Hey go look at it, it’s right here: http://www.cracked.com/article_20997_5-shocking-realities-being-transgender-media-ignores_p2.html ) is getting a reaction (And yes, I am listening to The Heavy’s “Love Like That” right now) and the issue that always fascinates me the most is when arguments rest on how everyone is angry, offended, scared, and confused by whatever it is being talked about.
And I see the same refrain of people being offended by other people’s offense. Even the term ‘offensive’ is offensive these days to a lot of people, but rage makes it hard to see that irony. Which I get – rage makes it hard to see anything except potential targets, because I imagine that anger really is about our brains and bodies trying to solve a problem by fixation that is sometimes quite helpful, and sometimes entirely unhelpful. (I’ve read a lot on the subject in Psychology, Cognitive Science and…
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I found this post on bullying saved as a draft from last year – looking it over, I probably had more to add, including some of the referenced links from my Facebook page – which by then had been deleted and since rejoined. But I decided to post it because of the comment from Kipling, and deleted most of the remainder of my blather.
You can find references to bullying in the most odd places. Following links from the Wikipedia article on H. Rider Haggard (at which I had arrived via a circuitous route from the article on Goldman’s ‘Lord of the Flies’) to Kipling, describing his childhood after being brought to England from India:
Kipling remembers, “Often and often afterwards, the beloved Aunt would ask me why I had never told any one how I was being treated. Children tell little more than animals, for what comes to them they accept as eternally established. Also, badly-treated children have a clear notion of what they are likely to get if they betray the secrets of a prison-house before they are clear of it.” [Kipling, Rudyard (1935). “Something of myself”]