I heard about a woman who had been badly bitten by a dog when she was a child (between 5 and 10 I believe). For years and years afterwards she was terrified of dogs. Now, as an adult, she’s still leery around them.
This was a woman on Ovarit who also said she had been raped by a man.
And why couldn’t people who understood her fear of dogs sympathize with her fear of men? Even if it’s a man who thinks he’s a woman and who is wearing a dress and make-up. And especially if that man who thinks he’s a woman is in the rape crisis shelter with her immediately (obviously) after her trauma.
It was reading an editorial about a similar situation in a Canadian women’s shelter a few years back that first made me realize that there might be problems with agreeing to “TW are WOMEN” (even if only to be polite).
I don’t know if I mentioned this here before, but there appears to be a profound hypocrisy with TIMs being allowed to be upset with the masculine face they see in the mirror (“Him”) but simultaneously expecting a female victim of male violence to see beyond the masculine appearance and perceive the “sister” underneath.
I was bitten by a German Shepard as a child, and still paralyze with fear around big dogs. I have the same fear of unknown men, because of having been sexually (and many other forms) abused by men as a child and a woman. For me, the reaction can be similar, though I am able to interact with men in controlled settings, like meeting a new man in the workplace with safe friends around, etc. I can also do the same with service dogs, because my thinking brain manages to overrule my emotional brain and tell me they are trained not to attack. But having an obviously male counselor when I asked for a female? And likely a male dressed flamboyantly, not at all like a woman would dress in a similar job.
It is enough to make a person wish they hadn’t lived long enough to see it.
I’m now imagining a situation where someone asks for a woman as an attendant (in whatever situation), and instead one finds a dog in lipstick and a dress, and the clerk at the desk says: “This is a woman. A transwoman. A transspecies woman. Can’t you see the lipstick and the dress?”
I’m all for the rights of tans people; trans-species people, that is. That is because I self-identify as a giraffe, but only on Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays. At all other times I identify as normal, whatever that might happen to be in the company I happen to be in.. ;-)
Omar, it is now going to be very difficult for me to get a drag queen giraffe out of my head; I will probably dream about it tonight. I’m not sure whether to thank you or curse you.
It will be a long drawn out night as I wait with bated breath for your next post, and for news of your gratitude or otherwise. I could try counting sheep. That sometimes works. Then again, maybe I should try counting giraffes…
An Australian PM who has since passed on once memorably said “life wasn’t meant to be easy.”
I heard about a woman who had been badly bitten by a dog when she was a child (between 5 and 10 I believe). For years and years afterwards she was terrified of dogs. Now, as an adult, she’s still leery around them.
This was a woman on Ovarit who also said she had been raped by a man.
And why couldn’t people who understood her fear of dogs sympathize with her fear of men? Even if it’s a man who thinks he’s a woman and who is wearing a dress and make-up. And especially if that man who thinks he’s a woman is in the rape crisis shelter with her immediately (obviously) after her trauma.
It was reading an editorial about a similar situation in a Canadian women’s shelter a few years back that first made me realize that there might be problems with agreeing to “TW are WOMEN” (even if only to be polite).
I don’t know if I mentioned this here before, but there appears to be a profound hypocrisy with TIMs being allowed to be upset with the masculine face they see in the mirror (“Him”) but simultaneously expecting a female victim of male violence to see beyond the masculine appearance and perceive the “sister” underneath.
That is a very good point. Yes there is.
I was bitten by a German Shepard as a child, and still paralyze with fear around big dogs. I have the same fear of unknown men, because of having been sexually (and many other forms) abused by men as a child and a woman. For me, the reaction can be similar, though I am able to interact with men in controlled settings, like meeting a new man in the workplace with safe friends around, etc. I can also do the same with service dogs, because my thinking brain manages to overrule my emotional brain and tell me they are trained not to attack. But having an obviously male counselor when I asked for a female? And likely a male dressed flamboyantly, not at all like a woman would dress in a similar job.
It is enough to make a person wish they hadn’t lived long enough to see it.
I’m now imagining a situation where someone asks for a woman as an attendant (in whatever situation), and instead one finds a dog in lipstick and a dress, and the clerk at the desk says: “This is a woman. A transwoman. A transspecies woman. Can’t you see the lipstick and the dress?”
GW: Arf Arf Woof Woof.
The trans trans is simply challenging the bigotries of its client!
I’m all for the rights of tans people; trans-species people, that is. That is because I self-identify as a giraffe, but only on Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays. At all other times I identify as normal, whatever that might happen to be in the company I happen to be in.. ;-)
Re my #6:
As a male giraffe of course. Please let that be clearly understood.
That should be obvious; if you were a female giraffe, you would be wearing a dress and lipstick.
Well, I could be a drag queen giraffe, which I definitely do not idenify as; not on any day of the week.
Omar, it is now going to be very difficult for me to get a drag queen giraffe out of my head; I will probably dream about it tonight. I’m not sure whether to thank you or curse you.
iknklast,
It will be a long drawn out night as I wait with bated breath for your next post, and for news of your gratitude or otherwise. I could try counting sheep. That sometimes works. Then again, maybe I should try counting giraffes…
An Australian PM who has since passed on once memorably said “life wasn’t meant to be easy.”
Too true.
Great, now I have to give Omar royalties from my upcoming children’s book Drag Queen Giraffe.
latsot:
Your royalties will be most welcome; tough times and all. ;-)