In a playful and joyous way
The BBC squeals:
Royal Court play Cowbois aims to put ‘trans joy’ centre stage
Surely that should be joi?
A Royal Court play aims to bring trans stories to a new audience in London with an LGBTQ+ take on the Wild West.
Which is it? Trans, or LGBTQ+? Trans, apparently, so why does the BBC call it LGBTQ+?
I suppose we know why. They do it to further the campaign to force-team the LG with the T. Why that’s part of the BBC’s job is a mystery too profound for me to solve.
The producers of Cowbois say the play, first seen at the Royal Shakespeare Company, is for everyone but particularly those less familiar with trans identities.
Writer Charlie Josephine said they wanted to highlight “trans joy”. They also wanted to show forgotten transgender histories, in a playful and joyous way. “I knew I was writing for people who were less familiar with trans people,” says Charlie, who also co-directs the play and uses he/they pronouns, says.
Because of this, Charlie says they stuck with a classic narrative but threw in a less classic romantic lead – a trans-masculine bandit named Jack.
Trans trans trans trans trans. One trans for each sentence.
This was particularly apparent through the character of the sheriff, Charlie explained, who they described as a cis-gendered man who learned he could like wearing feminine clothing.
It’s all about the clothes. It’s a profound deep ineradicable part of the self plus it’s all about the clothes. Lots of intense intellectual work going on here.
Bea, a non-binary Londoner who also goes by the name Alan, came to the theatre with their dad Phil. They said the play’s trans representation had the family in tears. A particular scene stood out to Phil: “When Lou said, ‘how I feel on the inside and how I feel on the outside matches’, that was amazing.”
And so original.
The stately Beeb concludes:
The team behind the production hopes the play will give Londoners a fun night out.
The team hopes the play will sell tickets.
Perhaps feminist plays would get more of a hearing if they force teamed with something more acceptable. What it would be eludes me, since it seems all the other social activism groups have teamed with trans.
I miss the days when the BBC employed literate writers.
Or even just a copy editor.
There were plenty of women in the old west (or any frontier for that matter) who put on their pants (literally or metaphorically) and got on with the job. But they weren’t “trans-masculine” masculine, just tough. (Now, a cross-dressing sheriff I can buy – that fetish is as old as history.)
Not to mention, a lot of the work they did was difficult, sometimes impossible, in skirts. Still is, a lot of it. So they dressed appropriately for the job. That didn’t mean they weren’t women, any more than it means modern women aren’t women just because they dress appropriately and/or comfortably.
This is some vapid shit to start with, and it isn’t even written well. Aren’t feelings internal?
Well it’s like this, feeling special and unique and fabulous is internal, and feeling sexy and gorgeous and irresistible is external.
“How I feel on the inside and how I feel on the outside matches.”
What’s the alternative? That you’re having someone else’s feelings? That someone else is having your feelings? Why, how and *could* feelings somehow mysteriously wander about before lodging where they weren’t generated? Should someone have said “bless you” faster after you sneezed, letting unexpected feelings wander into your body?
These people should just shut up and read Erving Goffman’s The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life.
See also the early woman mountain climbers in Banff park. As I heard it they started out their trips in long skirts then as soon as they were out of sight of eg: Chateau Lake Louise, they took off the skirts & proceeded wearing some sort of sane clothing.
There is a mountain named after one of these women
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Tuzo
Her son is well known in earth science circles.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Tuzo_Wilson
@Jim Baerg, I had heard of J Tuzo Wilson (because Canadian kid with an interest in geology), and if someone told me that there was a Mount Tuzo, I would have guessed that it was named after him, not his mother Henrietta. She seems to have been an amazing mountaineer – thanks for the info.