Julie Bindel in today's Guardian

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I'm not entirely sure what to make of this column. Julie has an unfortunate habit of upsetting transsexuals, and I'm not sure she breaks it with this one. See link below:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2008/nov/08/lesbianism

I'm very tempted to respond to it.

Angharad.

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re: Julie Bindel

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The one time she mentioned wasn't the only time. Last year she did a discussion on the BBC regarding SRS - made her previous apology seem very hollow.

She probably did this article because of the big TS demonstration outside the Stonewall presentation last week. What was interesting was that it wasn't arranged by any of the main UK TS groups. Also nobody from places like Press for Change were there, even though they knew about it.

Karen

Bindel didn't get much support ...

... as far as I can see. She's as bigotted as any who criticise anyone who isn't a totally, straight down the line heterosexual, church-going misanthropist. I wonder if there are any? She's a rather sad specimen in my opinion and could do with some therapy herself because something must have happened in her past that made her the way she is.

You could respond but there seems to be a convincing anti-Bindel crop already.

Geoff

I find it disturbing...

But, not surprising. There is a VERY large portion of the population that can't believe that a person could be born in the wrong body. This doesn't make them right.

I'd rather they actually understood, but realize it's not something easy to understand. I've likened it to understanding "asthma"... Those that have never experienced it, have little ability to really understand the affliction. (I speak from experience here... Up until 2 years ago, I didn't have asthma either.) The best I can tell them to understand it is to hold a plastic bag over their head, and see how the breathing is... But, I don't recommend they actually try...

Thanks for sharing this. If you decide to respond, I'm sure it will be eloquent.

Annette

She's just one more

to add to the many in the lgb community that wishes to disassociate itself from the T.This same logic got us removed from enda and opens the T up to further discrimination as the rest can now look and say even the lgb doesn't want them.Amy----"May your pen never run out of ink and your brain out of ideas"

I'm too sexy for my clothes...

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Well, maybe it's just me, but I don't find her recent post all that objectionable. I'm a little older than she is, and was on the other side of the water at the time, but my experience was similar during the 70's and 80's, and much more segregated and unsupported during the 60's, when somewhere around 90% of gay men held us in contempt and most of the rest just didn't give a damn. There were many nasty words describing women back then, so I can't say that gay men were all that much of an exception to the more general popular male culture, but "seafood", in the parlance of the gay bars in those days had a peculiar sneering elegance that reached the height of perfection only in gay male circles.

I feel much the same as she appears to feel about many of the various "fringe" goups who now seek "inclusion" within, or affiliated with, the "GL" part of "queer" culture, and indeed tolerate most gay men only on my good days. I have a long memory, even if some of the young gay males tend to be a bit less offputting than most of their elders. Hell, I'm not all that comfortable with the "B's", as my generation was raised on Robin Morgan, Catharine MacKinnon, Andrea Dworkin, Mary Daly, Lillian Faderman, Sarah Hoagland, Charlotte Bunch, and Elana Dykewomon, much less the leather whips and fetish crowd.

For me, the Furies Collective was an inspiration, not a object lesson, and I still prefer both the company of women and, more particularly, that subset of women who prefer the company of other women.

Like Julie Bindel, I feel no particular need to sit around a campfire singing Kumbayah with everyone with the desire to hang around with lesbians, for whatever reasons, and some of those people are just icky, in my humble and non-judgmental opinion.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2007/aug/01/mytransm...

As to her original columns, I agree with her that she was over the top in the original, and probably much too harsh in her judgement of MtF (as well as FtM) transsexuals, although this notion has a fairly long history in feminist circles, including Mary Daly, a superb theoretician and intellectual critic. Janice Raymond, infamous in some circles, famous in others, came out of the same theoretical background, and probably did much to make this stance unpopular, as the particular venom she levelled at the general transsexual population (which included only men in her early analysis) was very harsh and failed the crucial tests of empathy and kindness.

None-the-less, I, like Julie Bindel, am not in sympathy with anyone who wants to engage in rape counseling and files a lawsuit to demand the job when she meets resistance on any level. It's insensitive at best, and at worst (dare I say it?) a stereotypical macho arrogance. Crisis counseling is a demanding occupation that depends on instant acceptance of the counselor by the client, and it's not particularly appropriate, I think, to demand that the victim and her long-time advocates "get over it" and allow themselves to be *told* what they need. Golly, where on Earth have I seen *that* attitude before?

Let me tell a little story, which happens to be true. In the Seventies, I was a teaching assistant to a psychology professor at a small college in the San Francisco Bay Area. She taught a class in human sexuality, and it was my job to contact speakers for the Friday session, so the students could broaden their own experience through at least nodding acquaintance with others not like them at all, so I found an actress and producer of pornographic movies, a "bottom" in the "leather" community, the head of Teen Family Planning, and many more, including a local transsexual liaison with the San Francisco Police Department, who had a small office (at the time) in the Bryant station, a fairly large complex which contained several divisions. As it happened, she wasn't able to drive, because (as I understood it at the time) there were no provisions made for altering the sex and name on a driving license unless one had completed surgery, which wasn't an attainable option for many in their situation. So the police had "incidents" with transsexuals all the time, and "cross-dressing" may well have been more-or-less illegal still, the Compton's Cafeteria Riot having occurred not too many years before, in 1966, several years before the Stonewall Riots achieved somewhat more fame. But I digress, and to make a long story shorter, I had to pick her up, from across the Bay Bridge, right before class.

I was pretty butch in those days, still more-or-less Separatist, with denim jeans, flannel shirt, and a denim jacket embroidered (by me) with the "Sisterhood is Powerful" emblem of a raised fist within a "mirror of Venus" symbol. I was, in short, a tad feisty, and drove a pickup truck long before they became popular vehicles for dykes. So there I was wandering the halls of the SF police department looking for a tiny office which seemed impossible to find, since no one knew where it was, possibly in another dimension, and when it finally phased into synchrony with my portion of Space-Time, something like Tír na nÓg I think, the Irish Land of Youth that has only fleeting contact with the waking world, the only person in the floating office blithely told me that my "date" was running late, and I should have a seat.

My early career was in the theatre, and we have a kind of mania about being on time for gigs, so my patience was wearing thin by the time a Doris Day wannabe showed up and brightly asked if I'd been waiting long. I may have been somewhat brusque when I told her that we were desperately tardy, but she had to take another moment to arrange her hair and makeup, and when we finally got down to where I'd parked my truck I jumped in and unlocked the passenger door by leaning over whilst simultaneously starting the engine. I was fully prepared to roar off like Bonnie Parker after a bank job in Kansas, but my speaker just stood there outside the door, inexplicably, until I belatedly realised that she had concluded, from my manner and dress, that I was enough of a "man" that the Doris-Day-Fifties Rules applied, so I had to get out and open the damned door. Well, she *was* the Princess and all, but I was at a loss for words, a situation in which I very rarely find myself.

We got to class nine minutes late, which was particularly annoying because I was slated to teach it, and they were just about to walk out, thereby ensuring that I wouldn't be paid for the day. The class itself, I have to admit, was a success, one of the best that semester, with incredible curiosity on the part of my students and very articulate responses by my speaker.

But it was also disconcerting, for me at least, because this was a genetic male on a quixotic quest to achieve the sort of womanhood which I, and most of my friends, had tried desperately to escape. There whilst we'd been "raising our collective consciousnesses," she'd been lowering hers to Phyllis Schlafly absurdity.

She thought (and said quite forcefully) that homosexuality was a "sin" whilst simultaneously entertaining the idea of marriage to a man who could appreciate her innate femininity.

It's this paradox which lies, I think, at the heart of Julie Bindel's critique, and discomfort, because I felt the same discomfort when confronted with my own particular example, and my fury at her earlier self-centered and thoughtless behaviour was only temporary.

If there is, in fact, a biological imperative that divides fetuses into girls who will be girls and boys who will be boys, where does that leave those like me, and evidently Julie Bindel, who believe that we can be any damned thing we want to be? If it's true that transsexuality is "inevitable," and it seems that there may be real precursors in our genetic codes that make these things at least more likely, what does it mean for *all* of us?

Is the freedom from stereotyping I fought so hard for, and at such cost, only an illusion? Was I predestined on some genetic level to be the not-at-all-dainty person I wound up being? Are what I think of as my "accomplishments" only imperfections in my genetic code that only make me unfit for reproduction in a Darwinian sense, as inexorable as colour blindness or cystic fibrosis?

I'm not completely averse to the idea that I'm *inclined* to prefer women because of something in my makeup, since the very smell of men is repulsive to me, the idea of sexual contact with one disgusts me, and the notion of *any* sort of compulsory long-term relationship with one a definitive argument for homicide. But I insist that it *is* a choice, and that I'm not just a ghost in a well-oiled machine that runs along its own tracks whether I will it or not.

Samuel R. Delany, a gay man, wrote a novel, Triton: An Ambiguous Heterotopia, in which he explores a particular viewpoint toward transsexuality that mirrors, I think, Julie Bindel's in some ways. On Delaney's Triton, people change sex through whim, predilection, or mere boredom, but see little or no *meaning* in it, and the one man who does, a former male prostitute, is out of synchrony with the rest of the populace. In a world in which gender is as fluid and amorphous as liquid mercury, what does it mean to feel *destined* to be one or the other? And is this "destiny" one which others are obliged to accept at the same value placed upon it by a single anomalous imdividual?

Her example of the situation in Iran seems perfectly apropos, I think, and illuminating. If Iranian society can *cause* (or even coerce) a faux (or at least anomalous) "transsexuality" in what would seem more likely to be mostly homosexual men (who face the death penalty if caught at it), it seems at least possible that *some* transsexuals in our own society are, to a lesser degree, pressurised into a "reasonable" explanation for "sin," as I suspect (and suspected at the time) *may* have been the case for my speaker so many years ago.

Having experienced hatred, ostracism, and disdain, I can well see that at least some people might find it rather more difficult to bear, and might cast about for an easier explanation.

I don't think it's possible, in today's society, even in "enlightened" areas of the world, to see what anyone's "true nature" might be, since our very brains are trimmed and fertilised by all the people around us, and grow the way our society demands of us, at least in part, so it's difficult to imagine what rangy giants we might be if not mostly trained like little Banzai trees to fit into our proper pots.

Puddin'
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Cheers,

Puddin'

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I just read the rather thoughtful and perhaps intellectual piece by Puddin above, hey I can follow most of it. I laughed aloud at the image of Doris in the carpark waiting for the door to be opened, sort of Mastercard, you know, priceless. What's that song Que sera, sort of fits there somewhere. I also find myself agreeing with parts of Ms Julie's rave. Not dissimilar to my own aversion to the Gay and Les march, parade, whatever here every Feb. I see no correlation to my life in a bunch of assorted people mincing and jiggling through the city in ridiculous outfits even if some of them are rather clever and the Dykes on Bikes probably don't mince, but… well, it just aint me, certainly not the ah, parties, afterward. Sleaze ball is being polite.

I'm not much of a joiner so I fight my own which maybe accounts for my occasional relatively gentle outburst here. Even allowing I feel some gratitude for the political gains by those that made the daring effort to push for recognition, I don't do groups and I sure as hell don't own a feather boa, silver hotpants or ten centimetere eyelashes. I'd look bloody ridiculous for a start. Yet just because I don't have an urge to kumbaya I don't mind others doing so, just don't pretend to voice my views. Be who ya wanna be is perfectly fine with the old no one gets hurt proviso.

Still Ms Julie does seem to want a certain type of difference to be okay and the rest is well... icky. I can almost follow that one too and reading the comments at least the first column is sorta educational. Some parts on par bigotry and a few thoughtful and intelligent, some subtle sarcasm and a few simple pleas for the old why can't we just get along. Nice thought like world peace, but equally unlikely. I do suspect the T part of the whole thing is not one she fancies much, amongst others. Not all that uncommon is lesbian circles I think. Or others either.

She has her slant on things and a place to spout them where I assume she gets paid. Good luck to her, but it's sorta like ringing a talk show host to argue a point. No way are you going to win, no matter how reasoned. The wider world, public, people on the street are very gradually getting knowledge almost by osmosis. Things are better than they were. The only way to educate is to do so in your own quiet way and live your own life. As in most things most people TG or otherwise just want to get along and live without fighting. I may not be normal but I aint that abnormal neither and the idea of being any sort of ambassador makes me laugh, but in a sense I am. As are we all. Just live the best ya can people. Those few that are public and that we might actually approve of help bigtime, cheers for them. The more embarrassing ones, well I didn't vote for them, I voted for the other gal. Interesting bit Ang and if you do choose to push a little, good luck. I'd read your letter.

Opinions R us, well me, disagree away if ya want

Kristina

Apathy rules...

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I deliberately didn't say much about my own response to this article. I don't comment on other people's actions unless they affect me, I also try not to cast stones whilst living in a greenhouse. I have opinions which I share with those who ask or want to listen, but I try not to condemn anyone unless what they did or said is unacceptable to my own morality.

I'm an inclusivist, I prefer to include rather than exclude people - remember we're social animals - from groups. I also don't hoist my knickers up the flagpole to declare my anything - well possibly if Wales are playing, or Team GB are cycling - I'm an occasional patriot.

On a recent Woman's Hour, a gay woman was bemoaning that there weren't many lesbians in top executive jobs. She also suggested that if you are lesbian, you should declare it at interview. Sorry, I would disagree, my sexuality is not something I discuss easily, being very close to my core identity, it's very personal and private.

Maybe this is because I've had to hide myself for so many years, even now to those I tell my history, it's definitely on a need to know basis only. My birth certificate says 'girl' so as far as I'm concerned, I'm female.

I've not worked in a rape centre, but in a family centre I have counselled victims of sexual abuse, only one declined to work with me, and I was happy for that as I didn't really want to work with him either. I have counselled gay men, gay women, transsexuals and cross-dressers. I ran the Gender Trust helpline for a few years, I set it up and worked with a handful of volunteers. So I've been around and done a bit.

Now the punchline: I'm an inclusivist because I care about others. I'm a survivor because I watch my back. I try not to be judgemental about others - which is difficult - I certainly try to avoid generalisations. I'm afraid, I don't think Julie Bindel was quite so circumspect and I dislike being categorised because one idiot, who also happened to be transsexual, went to law over a job refusal.

I know I'm only legally female because of militants, who demanded change, and I'm grateful for it. Inside, I have always been so - my grandmother knew this when I was two years old, so I am told. I don't do militant, unless you call one protest march as a student against a certain M. Thatcher who was affecting student grants and taking milk off schoolkids. Hence the title of this piece, I'll crawl off back under my stone and stay unnoticed and have yet another letter about women's cycling rejected by the Guardian.

Angharad

Angharad

>> On a recent Woman's Hour,

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>> On a recent Woman's Hour, a gay woman was bemoaning that there weren't many lesbians in top executive jobs.

Well, I'm glad that the planet *she* lives on has lots of women in top executive jobs, in any case. How wonderful for her. Top executive jobs are partly public relations, and most firms are not fond of alienating a substantial proportion of the public, so most "top executive" lesbians are deeply closeted, at least in public, so unless she hobnobs with all the "top executive" women, and there are a few, she probably wouldn't know.

>> She also suggested that if you are lesbian, you should declare it at interview.

I would agree, but not during the *first* interview, where every question there is meant as a filter to get rid of the riffraff. Ever since the advent of domestic partnerships, it's become rather important during negotiations to examine family benefits at *some* point, and why not early on? It's not as if I had anything to hide, and all my publications have been dedicated to my partner and couched in unmistakable terms.

I once made the mistake of accepting a job at a company at which I had been neither entirely forthcoming nor skeptical, and discovered only after walking into my new office building that there was a sign on the wall in the break room referring to "John something something," and that similar signs were scattered around my fellow employee's offices and cubicles.

Needless to say, my tenure there was not a happy one, with an undercurrent of religious bigotry and hatred that I found very difficult indeed. My last day on the job was immediately followed by a lawsuit for sexual and sexual orientation harassment combined with a tasty cocktail of hostile work environment and religious discrimination, which I settled for a tidy sum, and which wound up costing the local Director his job, and put the VP in a broom closet until he found another job.

And good luck with that, as the top ranks in any technical field are thin, and almost everyone knows, or has heard of, almost everyone else.

But I would have been better off walking around during early days, before we had anything invested in each other, since I was an idiot not to have done my own due diligence and they were idiots not to have poked around, even in the olden days before the Internet, Google, and Yahoo, since I was not invisible, even in that quaint medium once fondly known as "print." Vengeance is poor stuff to warm the heart, and money doesn't wash away the bitter taste left in one's mouth, nor compensate for the *reality* of vandalised cars, vicious poison pen letters, and nasty looks and whispers. I may be tough as nails, but that isn't at all equivalent to invulnerability.

Idiots, yes, but idiots all round.

Puddin'
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But touch a solemn truth in collision with a dogma of a sect, though capable of the clearest proof, and you will soon find you have disturbed a nest, and the hornets will swarm about your legs and hands, and fly into your face and eyes.
---- John Adams

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Cheers,

Puddin'

A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style

Why Is Everyone So Angry????

http://www.bigeye.com/donotgo.htm

Discrimination only leads to more discrimination. Seek out wrong, whatever it might be, and direct your anger in the right direction.

The urge to fight over nature vs. nurture is the establishments way of distracting us from the moral imperative.

EVERYONE who has been discriminated against has the right to demand change.

I love the little stories, it's the underlying bigotry that tells me my personal hell isn't relevant that causes me to question your intellect.

Angela Rasch (Jill M I)

Angela Rasch (Jill M I)

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>> I love the little stories, it's the underlying bigotry that tells me my personal hell isn't relevant that causes me to question your intellect.

Pardon me if I fail to quite see what you're talking about, for I cannot seem to detect either anger or bigotry in any of the thoughtful posts which comprise this thread.

I'm terribly sorry that you feel your life to be a "personal hell," but you must realise that it's *people* who make it so, and a very few people at that, not anything within you nor anything so universal that better venues for self-expression and happiness are impossible to find.

I gather from your reference to "stories" that the closely-coupled reference to "intellect" may well refer to me, and I wanted to assure you that you should feel quite free to question my intellect all you want, and please feel equally free to quote me where I said I was an idiot. So many of us are. But I'm a happy idiot, all in all, and possibly not quite as bigoted as you seem to think.

I comfort myself that you may be angry in general, not in particular, and certainly don't know me very well.

Be of good cheer. Better days are coming for us all,

Puddin'
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Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity;
and I'm not sure about the universe.
--- Albert Einstein

'You are old, Father William', the young man said,
'And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head --
Do you think, at your age, it is right?'

'In my youth', Father William replied to his son,
'I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.'
--- Lewis Carroll

What is tolerance? -- it is the consequence of humanity.
We are all formed of frailty and error;
let us pardon reciprocally each other's folly --
that is the first law of nature.
--- Voltaire (François-Marie Arouet)

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Cheers,

Puddin'

A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style

Which Group is Mine?

After wading through the other comments, I feared that most of what deserved to be said already had been, perhaps a bit better than I could. Nevertheless, and it took me two readings to make sure, I finally concluded that I didn't find much in Ms. Bindel's column with which I could argue. While it is true that I don't agree with her opinions of some things, I think she asks perfectly legitimate questions, especially about transsexuality. I think most people who are not intimately familiar with transsexuals already ask these questions and have, perhaps, already answered them. My conclusions may be different.

In fact, the only point upon which she is clearly wrong is in asking whether the reader sees a contradiction: I would hope that no reader sees a contradiction because there isn't one. She is referring not to a contradiction, but rather an inconsistency. Other than this, I understand her point entirely.

I am sure that there are lots of people who are convinced of either global warming is a fact or that global warming is rot: my few years on the planet have forced me to reconcile with the fact that people make all sorts of errors in their opinions. More than anything else, however, I am tired of those who claim to know better telling me what I must believe. As Santayana said a while ago, freedom is the right to say no. Ms. Bindel is doing no more than this.

In fact, other than Ms. Bindel is writing an article in the paper which others may read and be persuaded to follow her lead, I don't see a great deal of difficulty with what she says. She doesn't like being in a group of people which seems to have very little in common with how she sees herself and I have to commend her insight. Bindel is saying that as her original group expanded historically, she felt less and less inclined to identify with the members.

I think she is offering a very interesting point of view: she is no longer interested in identifying with people with whom she does not see sufficient common traits. My only objection to her point of view is that lesbians have socially progressed to the point where she can afford to shun the protection of a larger group umbrella. Other members of groups cannot yet afford the same luxury.

I don't like being lumped into other groups either. In fact, I have never understood why transsexuals and homosexuals (male and female) ended up in the same group. Well, that's not entirely true because I think that transsexuals have inherited pariah status in our western society and would like to benefit from the political and social advantages of the more powerful groups. However, unless one happens to be homosexual AND transsexual, the fundamental issues seem almost mutually exclusive.

While one may argue that we must band together in order to have social acceptance, things ultimately come down to a matter of how one sees the reflection in the mirror. As Don Quixote said so eloquently, "Yo soy yo!" Bindel has only come to the realization that the reflection in the mirror depends upon exactly how she sees herself. She alone decides which windmills require her assault. I wish her well.

Love may be all we need, but many of us only know it by its shadow.

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>> In fact, I have never understood why transsexuals and homosexuals (male and female) ended up in the same group.

I have a theory about this, that it's because in the Judeo-Christian-Muslim (J-C-M) ethos, they're all defined against the same thing, which is stereotypical masculine behaviour. And indeed, one of the arguments made by Ms. Bindel (albeit indirectly) is that they share an etiology.

Homosexuality, transsexuality, and other gender variance has been with us since before we became human, but the heroic medical interventions are fairly late, other than castration, which has a long history. In other societies and times, what we now call transsexuality (an entirely modern medical term) has been called other things, been rejected or admired, quite often in perfect synchrony with homosexuality, all along.

The Talmud (years 50-500 of the common era) has a lengthy discussion of what they called an "androgyne" or "tumtum" of which this is a short precis:

http://www2.phreak.co.uk/dana/haaretz_ts.html

This seems to refer to the intersexed, but there are some progressive rabbis who consider that it extends to transsexuals as well, based on modern genetic studies not available to the Rabbis.

Several American First Nations had variations of what they termed "Two Spirit" people, who might be homosexual, or transsexual, or both, without adverse judgment or consequences, and some tribes had specific roles for the transsexual, quite often positions of honour, in recognition, perhaps, that people with different viewpoints can be very valuable in a small tribe, so the tribe wants to make these roles attractive.

There's ample reason to believe, for example, that colour blindness in males is a useful trait, since colour blind hunters can see right through many animal and plant camouflage strategies. The best effectiveness comes with a mix of normal and and colour blind hunters that's surprisingly close to what we see in humans, around one in twenty, a relatively high value seen in no other primate.

Likewise, a tetrachromic female is probably of extraordinary value to a tribe, since such women (very rare) can distinguish a fourth range of colour, completely invisible to all males and most females, which might allow them to discern clear differences between the skin colour of sick and healthy people, for example, perhaps the origin of the "wise women" and "healers" so treasured by many tribes, or detect the subtle variations in plant colour that might mark those with a higher degree of moisture or nutrients, allowing the women so blessed to find good places to dig wells, or select the most valuable seed crops to save for next year's planting. It's notable that the "witch" is usually female in ancient societies, and the so-called "Second Sight" is likewise sex-specific. Could it be that these women could *actually* see what others could not? Could the Oracles and Pythonesses of antiquity be women with a perfectly normal, but for most of us incomprehensible, gift?

What Bindel says, and it's hardly arguable, is that it's only since the early 20th century that the *status* of the gender-variant has changed from a societal problem long since solved in most non-J-C-M societies in an more or less amicable manner, and in J-C-M societies in a vicious and hostile manner, to a medical one solvable only by technology.

In Iran, male homosexuality is a capital offense, but if the supposed "homosexual" is actually a *transsexual*, a few snips makes that individual back into a valued member of society. Many make that choice, political correctness being properly seen as somewhat less important than survival. What could be simpler, and what could illustrate the conflation of the two statuses more clearly?

The J-C-M model of the perfect human is a heterosexual male, with no kinky desires to do anything besides drink beer, watch football and scratch his arse, commanded to be fruitful and to fill the Earth with children through heterosexual intercourse with his wife (or wives).

To the extent that any man doesn't do that, he sins. The punishments for this particular sin were draconian, but no more so than other "crimes" against the cultus. Women are an afterthought, defined primarily by what they aren't, that is, men.

So lesbianism is perfectly fine, not specifically prohibited in Torah except as a general issue of "obedience," so if, and only if, the husband, or father, or other male having control of the woman objects to her lesbian affairs, she can be lashed, just as she would be for any other defiance of male authority.

Our common law follows the same pattern, with sodomy (homosexuality) and cross-dressing being specifically prohibited since antiquity, but lesbianism being added into the mix only in modern times, when the "sexologists" "discovered" the female "invert."

And if one looks at behaviour rather than self-assigned labels, one can see a pattern.

Let's draw an imaginary cross on a dartboard.

We can label the vertical axis "Desire" and the horizontal axis "Affect" then placing "Male" at the ends of two axes, and "Female" at the other, forming two continua of "opposites".

Now let's throw a human dart at the board. Most of the time, because our aim is good, we can place Blue darts into the quadrants that have "Male" affect and "Male" desire (whatever that means) and Pink darts into the quadrant with "Female" affect and "Female" desire (whatever that means). But sometimes we miss and our Blue dart goes into one of those three pesky "other" quadrants with varying degrees of pink, or our Pink dart goes into the corresponding "other" quadrants with a tinge of blue. I'll leave it to your imagination to guess which quadrants correspond to modern ideas of transsexuality and/or homosexuality.

We can all agree that, in antiquity, all these dart people "made do," they landed in their "proper" quadrant or did not, their societies either did or did not make it easy for them, whatever quadrants they wound up in, and life went on.

We can also consider that on the real dartboard, there are no quadrants marked, and everything is a gradation between abssolute pink and absolute blue. Many of us, perhaps most of us, are not poised at the very extreme of any of these ranges, but float somewhere in the middle.

What Ms Bindel argues is that our definition of the extremes can, and has, changed, and that *the* solution for one era and location make look very different at another place and time. We've got a hammer, MtF surgery, and suddenly an awful lot of problems look like nails, but the very same problem has been solved in other ways, some perhaps less invasive than surgery, or requiring surgery only on society itself, which is inherently more flexible than bodies.

Let's do another thought experiment.

Female A prefers females
Male B prefers females

For whatever reason, call it either a blessing or a curse, it seems desireable that Female A and Male B marry.

What can we do with surgery?

We can transform Female A into a rough approximation of a Male, which turns out to be the most dystopian solution, since no one gets what they want.

We can transform Male B into a close approximation of a female, thereby allowing both to achieve their approximate desires.

Note that personal desire doesn't enter into this experiment, and the intervention might be initiated by either party, or by a third party.

Is formerly Male B a transsexual? Transgendered? Does it matter whether A or B initiated the intervention? One can, after all, find examples of all of these scenarios on this very site.

What can we do without surgery?

Assuming that the advisability of marriage come from within the two parties, there are all sorts of fairly reasonable compromises that might be made.

Male B might voluntarily approximate femininity, without surgery, taking on those attributes that most satisfy Female A and work out a compromise.

Female A might sacrifice some part of her own desire, asking for corresponding concessions from her future husband, but again working toward a reasonable compromise.

Does Male B "become" a transsexual thereby? In either solution?

Does Female A "become" heterosexual thereby? In either solution?

It turns out that this same general transaction can be performed between society and individuals as well, and in fact this sort of bargain is what allowed "two spirit" people in some First Nations tribes in the Americas to take on the roles and marriages they desired, rather than the ones foisted upon them by biological and religious fiat.

These peoples considered the spirit, or soul if you will, more important than mere bodies, in fact disregarded the body in favour of the soul, and we must presume that people thus regarded were happy, having the love and community of their tribes and chosen partners.

So what's more important, souls or bodies?

Ms. Bindel argues essentially and, unfortunately, not terribly coherently, that it's possible that our modern mania for *fixing* things, twiddling with the *body* of "guilty" sinners, might better be replaced with an approach in which society bends, and lets people be whatever they damned well please *without* making them jump through hoops.

This is what Delany argues as well, albeit in the form of a novel, that "transsexuality" is a construct of oppression, and it's the formerly oppressed and prostituted Bron who "discovers" his transsexuality in the midst of a society which values personal integrity. The people of Triton have the technology to change sex, sexual orientation, appearance, and many other variables that our own society considers either innate or divinely-ordained, and it seems difficult to discern the difference, here on Earth. But on Triton people make these choices for what we might consider trivial reasons, like the woman who prefers a masculine appearance and sex-life, but retains one breast so he can help his many girlfriends nurse their babies, like the man who decides that a particular party would be an ideal venue in which to wear a ball gown, and changes his body to female so he can wear it without spoiling the line of the skirt with a bulge. What Delany says is that sexuality and gender don't carry capitals, are not, in fact, divinely-ordained, and that they don't matter in any existential sense, but are mere choices, like choosing the red shoes or the blue. If you want to wear the bra, by all means get breasts as well, but don't agonise about it. If you want to have sex with men, just do it; you don't need to sign up for a lifetime membership in an exclusive club.

Cheers,

Puddin'
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Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices no more easily made.
--- Kent Nerburn

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Cheers,

Puddin'

A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style