I assume there are happy people somewhere regarding today's election result, as some presumably voted for this Tesco Value version of "MAGA", but I certainly have yet to meet any (though hardly surprising, as Cardiff remained a Labour stronghold). At any rate, for those of us who are trans, gay or bi, disabled and /... Continue Reading →
Much as I normally keep this blog apolitical, I will make an exception for this, as it strikes close to home. Recently, a group known as "Trangender Trend" (immediately setting off alarm bells) produced a rather slick-looking PDF brochure titled, rather disingenuously, "Supporting gender non-conforming and trans-identified students in schools": disingenuously, as even a cursory... Continue Reading →
Totally off-topic, but this has been all too much on my mind of late. I dread to think how this may affect Cal, whether he will be able to remain in the UK after the dreaded exit, and even if he is allowed to, will he be able to keep accessing NHS services (which he needs to transition).
I have no hope to offer, alas. The exit seems like a bad decision every way I consider it, except from some very vague desire or fetish for national self-sufficiency (which I strongly believe is a myth) or xenophobia. So I offer healing words from someone else…
So well done, first of all. You listened to the arguments, the same ones I listened to. You heard all the same information I did, you listened to the same debates that I did, but you voted to leave. And you won. I take that – it was a democratic process and sometimes in the democratic process you lose, as I have done.
The referendum has activated the political energies of people who haven’t been interested in politics for some time, so we are told, and many of them are like you, who voted to leave. So here’s the plea of the losing side to you now.
Firstly, don’t stop – don’t stop with your political passion and activism, because we need you now. We need you to be active, we need you to keep talking to the people who you trusted with this vote, and we need you to…
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Cal returned from the GIC last Tuesday, and the news was all good: like me, he has been granted a second appointment in February, at which point all going well he will be approved for HRT. The clinician seemed absolutely charmed with him (only naturally), and they had a good conversation. The fact that we... Continue Reading →
In reiteration... My lovely blog friend La Quemada has nominated me to post three quotes, on three consecutive days, and each day nominate three new bloggers to take up the challenge. Having contemplated this, but never being comfortable with nominations (and nine in total is a very tall order), I have decided to play fast... Continue Reading →
Looking back a few years... I had not been dating Cal (now my husband) for very long before the subject of our mutual gender issues raised its head, though I found him a lot more clued-up on the subject than I had ever been, both in terms of the politics and the culture. I have... Continue Reading →
Like any good goth, I was saddened yesterday to hear of the death of Christopher Lee (1922-2015): actor, opera singer, and unexpected heavy metal icon into his nineties. With over two hundred films on his CV, including recent blockbusters such as the Lord of the Rings franchise as well as cult classics like "The Wicker... Continue Reading →
After so much dwelling on the negative aspects of the Radical Feminist / trans* relationship (or tragic lack of), here is some worthwhile reading that shows empathy is indeed possible between the two camps, and also that transwomen’s experiences – though somewhat different from cis / non-trans women’s – are of value to feminism.
I would add that I still have reservations with the socialisation theory as a universal trope. Though patriarchy rubs off on us all in its own ways, it seems inevitable to me that someone raised in a left-wing, feminist-supporting family will – regardless of chromosomes – have a more critical view of stereotypical gender class dominance than someone raised in a deeply conservative, traditionalist family. On the other hand, cultural osmosis from what, frankly, remains a pretty sexist culture could still be theorised to have an insidious effect on even the brains of those who would gladly be shot of their birth bodies and genders.
I don’t really know what it is to become a woman. When I started to become one, in puberty, I was too young to really be able to appraise it. I only know that suddenly I started to be followed, grabbed, treated like my body was public property. I never questioned it. I didn’t know any different.
A couple of days ago, a friend of mine started tweeting from her locked account about her experience of transitioning. “so apparently I’ve reached that stage in trannyism where men’s eyes keep flicking down when they’re talking to me. fucking men”, she wrote. “am actually slightly worried some guy will do that then realise I’m trans and get violent […] since most straight men seen pretty insecure in their sexuality”. She then reflected that she would probably get used to it, “like I got used to being called “sweetheart” and constantly talked over, I guess. :-/”…
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I am now four sessions into my IPL (intense pulsed light) therapy, and have discovered that quantum theory is true beyond a doubt. At any rate, the photons that have been punching me repeatedly in the face seem to have had a fair bit of mass behind them, or is it just my expectation of... Continue Reading →
Today, I awoke to some news I was expecting but still deeply disappointed by: the UK General Election has been won by the Conservative Party, and this time with a majority, so the years of them being vaguely restrained in coalition by a small gaggle of not-overly-effective Liberal Democrats will now be succeeded by the... Continue Reading →