It’s Not About You, You, You or You

Self-ID: It’s not about you. Well, actually, it is. The proposed new law affects a heck of a lot of people. It’s not like gay marriage – it reaches far beyond the personal. The government has only requested submissions from transgender representatives – ignoring those from women’s organisations, disability campaigners, HM Prison Services, healthcare providers and others. Yet, without public consultation, it protected male aristocratic succession from trans ID. So it is about them, after all! And you.

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I don’t like gender. This is feminism 101

When I was younger I was told women and girls could do anything – no longer restricted, women have broken their chains and the world is their oyster. Those “chains” are sex roles enforced on us by a patriarchal society, with a set of rules that dictate what women are and what they can do. The rules say women are meek, subservient, less intelligent, enjoy menial tasks, want babies, are caring blah blah blah. Men are strong, clever, natural rulers, funny, etc etc etc.

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Things I wish my therapist had said while I was pursuing medical transition

There is a huge, fast-growing community of gender transition desisters, resisters and detransitioners. Their voices are quiet because of vicious attacks by their former trans support groups, and because they’re traumatised. The process often brings incredible self-insight and perspective. In four powerful artworks, young detransitioner Cari expresses what lay behind her dysphoria. We review the social forces that focus a person’s identity on their ‘gender’.

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When I was a little girl – I was a little boy

I envied the way boys could pee up walls and really felt as if I was lacking. I tried to pee standing up. Being a boy meant strength, adventure, toughness and vigour; I felt trapped and imprisoned as a girl … Growing up meant loss of freedom, although at twelve I could not articulate that. As my body began changing, I felt a sense of wonder: a deep, but unexpressed, pride and excitement about my maturing female body. Where was the little boy of not long ago?

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