Far deeper
Yeah no.
“People are more than their sex organs. People are more than their sex organs, you cannot reduce a human being down to their sex organs. I’m a woman, it does not matter what is in my pants.”
Yeah it does. Knowing which is which isn’t “reducing people down to” anything, it’s just knowing which is which. We need to know which is which, for a whole slew of reasons, including safety. Vehement guy with curly hair telling us otherwise is just wrong.
“It is not about physicality, woman is something far deeper and far more complex than that.”
Yes, physicality is so crude and simple and of the earth earthy, we Platonists and spiritualists know that is all dross and what matters is the soul.
Interesting how these ‘trans lesbians’ are never content to ‘date’ other trans lesbians. It’s almost as if they don’t consider them real women …
What’s with the exaggeratedly dramatic manner of speaking? He is the visual equivalent of the clap emoji randomly interspersed throughout his sentences.
Neopronoun thank you. He’s a neopronoun.
Actually, I think he’s doing what a lot of trans women do. Trying to outperform women at being what he thinks women are, and failing.
This bit of dogma is so divorced from reality that I can’t take it seriously, though I suppose I should given how vehement people can get about calling other people bigots over it.
Point number one: in the real world, people judge potential dates for all sorts of physical reasons, including ones that people may have limited to no control over. That can be sad and frustrating for some people who are, e.g., a short man or an overweight/curvy/BBW/whatever-the-acceptable-euphemism-is woman, but trying to guilt or bully people into dating you isn’t going to work, and in fact just makes you less appealing. (Though the Flying Spaghetti Monster knows that many of my fellow short dudes try…)
Point number two: in the real world, sex tends to play a pretty important role in dating. (I will pause here to let the asexuals and greysexuals and other exceptions to the rule stamp their feet.) That means that, to the vast majority of people who are dating, genitals matter. Yes, it’s true, I prioritize “has a vagina” above “has the same hobbies as me” in romantic partners. You know what I call people who share similar hobbies and interests and values and whose personalities I like but whose genitalia is the “wrong” kind? Friends. I call them friends.
These are such obvious points that I know nobody here needs to be told them. I mention them just to say that unlike many of the things TRAs advocate, where they are actually getting their way, this is such an exercise in futility that I’m almost happy to see them try. Though I suppose they may make some progress in terms of getting people to SAY the “right things” — I suspect there’s probably a few people now taking the line of “oh, I am TOTALLY open to dating a trans person, it’s just, wouldn’t you know it, I haven’t met one yet that I clicked with. I’m sure it’s just a matter of time….”
Said it before, saying it again: sex is not like bellybuttons. It’s not a simple matter of who’s an innie and who’s an outie.
We are our bodies. There is nothing “deeper”–souls don’t exist. And our bodies are sexed. Everywhere; not just the bits in our pants.
Once again, the similarity between these arguments and those of the typical “incel” are so strong that it becomes difficult to parse them out.
And, of course, they both are driven by the same ultimate motivation–they see having sex as a source of ‘validation’, rather than as simply a pleasurable activity to be mutually shared and enjoyed.
Hell, they aren’t even content to pursue, say, bisexual women who would have little to no objection to the plumbing involved. Of course, part of that may have something to do with the inability to blame rejection from bi women to them being fixated on said plumbing. Again, like the typical incel, the idea that part of the issue might very well not be physical, but rather their utterly appalling personalities, never gets a fair hearing.