Human genetics – sexual reproduction, chromosomes, how it works; genes, what can go wrong. Sexual development, disorders and gender identity! Masses of information, some guaranteed surprises, pictures, videos and loads of links. Clue yourself in.
Self-ID: It’s not about you. Well, actually, it is. The proposed new law affects a heck of a lot of people. Unlike gay marriage, it reaches far beyond the personal. The government only requested submissions from transgender representatives – ignoring 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’s all about them …
What’s the opposite of trans? You’re no longer a woman. You’re cis So yesterday we started by talking about the concept of gender and how we analyze it as a set of rules imposed on the sexes, controlling behaviour and punishing those who attempt to reject its constraints. The gender
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.
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’.
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?
On my facebook feed the other night I saw a friend reporting that his two-year-old twins want to be an owl and a sheep respectively. Cue lols and hearts. I clicked on his page; they’d all just been on a half-term trip to a farm. There they were, beaming, with