Urgh, I hate these threads. Genuinely. Partly because of the discourse and partly because they make me examine my own prejudices.
I read the governments GRC proposals. To be honest, there really isn’t nearly the excuse for the hate mongering that’s going on.
The thing is, as a 50 year old lesbian steeped in radical feminist theory, having grown up surrounded by activists, my instinct is to be a radfem and exclusionary. That is what my heart and my politics tell me.
But then I have to also look at the whole situation. And realise that while I have my own prejudices, I also have my own principles. And to paraphrase a film quote, they really only mean something when they’re uncomfortable and inconvenient.
You see, the transwomen and man that have spoke in this thread have done so bravely and eloquently. And those who experienced parental abuse could no more have had the ‘trans’ battered out of them than I could have had the gay beaten out of me.
I know some amazing transwomen and men who are just going about their business quietly, in hope that not one person clocks them. And I am completely for their equality and for easing their path through life.
Equally, I think Lily Madigan is a complete arsehole and some of the transmen I know have developed the worst traits of entitled men. And the people I put in that grouping, the ones that want to trample all over my voice, really fuck me off. There are also transpeople who I don’t think are authentic. But who am I to say whether they are or not based on my judgement or my prejudices?
But this isn’t an situation where we can support rights for those who are asking quietly, we have to support them for all. And that stings sometimes. And then I try and remember that as a butch lesbian I am turfed out of women’s toilets all the bloody time and I know how it’s feels to be othered.
When there’s someone calling for terfs to be killed or someone else telling me that I don’t understand womanhood I try and remember the brave and quiet women and men I know who dread their check ups, dread someone finding out and dread the fact that the more vocal and offensive activists are shining a spotlight on something that, for them, is intensely personal and private.
So yeah, I am going to take my prejudices and park them. Because they’re wrong. And because this whole debate has echoes of the shit I went through when I grew up. It’s black and white. It’s either right or it’s wrong.
Transwomen are women. And fucking hell, I choke on those words sometimes I promise you. I just have to read Twitter and see the bile and entitlement from people like Lily Madigan. But my friend Sue is a woman. And I want her to have a good life, an easy life and to be happy. And I know I am saying that about her because she passes my internal tests for who is a woman. But she is a woman. There is nothing else she could possibly be.
But my internal tests are irrelevant. This isn’t up to me. This simply comes down to what is right. Equality isn’t a gift for me to bestow on someone else if they ask nicely or if I deem them deserving. Equality isn’t something that people should have to prove they are worthy of.
Equality is something that should be offered because it’s the right thing to do.