I had a distressing encounter with a young man last night about gender ideology. We were playing (an acoustic foursome, americana and stuff) at a friend's 60th party to a very mixed bunch, including lots of her son's friends in their early 20s. One chap was really engaging and came and talked to a couple of us in the kitchen for some time.
After a while - we had been talking about echo chambers - I asked him what his echo chamber (by which I meant his pals, really) was telling him about gender. I think by then he might have been slightly pissed, actually, but he spoke about the difference betwen sex and gender but mostly about how people should be able to live the gender they wanted to. A woman interjected with the "what about women and childrens safety, and women's sports" question and his answer, rambling a bit, was that transwomen are women. It was at this point that it went pear-shaped.
Of course, I said that they were not. He's a big chap and I suddenly found him right in my space, toe to toe, and had to look up to see his face, which was about a foot higher than mine! I don't know what he was saying at this point because one of the women there was telling him to back off. But I was then able to say that transwomen were men and that that was the heart of the debate - I also said that this is a debate we need to have, no matter the Stonewall slogan. It all got a bit aggressive again, right in my face, and he said something like "I'm just not going to talk to you at all if that's what you think". That sounds mild as I read it back; it wasn't mild at all, though.
I tried a bit more without success. The thing that interested me was the point at which the thinking and the discussion shuts down. It's at that point where a faith-based position is exposed. It's a damned shame because until then it was a sharp discussion, true, but not aggressive. And then it wasn't and I was painfully conscious of my age, build and height, and his.