Guest post: They love women’s bodies but they hate women’s souls
Originally a comment by Artymorty on Realizing there are no sheep left.
How can it be that men who are claiming to actually be women despise the sex they aspire to be or become so much? If they loathe women as much as they do (and far too many of them do), why on earth would they ever want to be one?
It’s like a jumbled kind of mind-body dualism deployed in service of misogyny: they love women’s bodies but they hate women’s souls.
I think many trans-identified men are like many other men in that they’re preoccupied with women’s bodies, but not keen on the female people who “inhabit” them. Damn that pesky business of women as autonomous persons who are different from men, and who are in control of their own bodies — the ones men want so badly to possess and control.
It’s surprising how many trans activists more-or-less come right out and say this: a “woman’s” body inhabited by a male soul is therefore the ideal woman to be, and a woman’s body inhabited by a female soul who is obedient to your demands is the ideal woman to have. Your soul is male so you can possess a woman’s body if you bloody well say so, and her soul is female, so you need to keep her under control.
You can see why so many misogynistic trans-identifying males call themselves “lesbians”.
This certainly rings true for many straight, non-trans* men, too. Every man reading this has been in situations where, in a group of guys, some man has started up yammering about a woman he wants to bed, a la Trump. Men are for friendships, women are for use, in their world view.
*I refuse to use that other word. I won’t cede the language to the transgender whackos.
James @# 1: Go to any dictionary you like, and you will find ‘misogyny’ defined as ‘dislike of, contempt for, or ingrained prejudice against women.’ Similarly ‘misandry’ is defined as ‘a hatred of men.’
It would appear to me that many, if not all, of those biological males who present themselves to the world as ‘transgender’ (whacko or otherwise as the case may be) manage to be simultaneously misogynist AND misandrist.
My spies tell me that one such is in training to feature as a high-wire act, riding a unicycle along a tightrope; pedalling with one foot while kicking a socker ball up and down with the other, and all the while maintaining a jug full of custard balanced vertically on the end of his/her nose.
At the risk of splitting hairs, I would phrase this as envy women’s bodies and/or resentment of women for being born with the body they wish they had. This is in part due to my reluctance to talk about this in terms of souls.
Figurative souls, is how I understood it. Figurative and secular. The mind, the personality, the character; thoughts, feelings, ideas, plans.
More than anything else, they hate women’s brains.