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You are not freaking special and I’m tired of all this female brain shit. That one is such a misogynistic rap and basically reifies the idea of women as second class citizens.
You are transsexual if you want to get an operation to change your sex and you want to get an operation to change your sex because you are transsexual. The reason is the reason and is tautological.
We live in an era where many people are experiencing economic hardship. Just managing to keep a job and a roof over one’s head is a major accomplishment for people with an unemployment or under employment rate that pretty much matches that of young black men who have dropped out of high school, been arrested and now have criminal records.
Often what separates women with transsexualism, who get SRS from those who wind up struggling to survive the best they can, living as transgenders dealing with the same internal feelings, is a matter of luck as well as class privilege and often times white skin privilege.
In his song “Working Class Hero” John Lennon sang, “First they abuse you and torture you for twenty odd years, then they tell you to go pick a career, When you can’t hardly function cos you’re so full of fear.” But of course transsexual and transgender people aren’t supposed to suffer from all that abuse.
After all Conan the Barbarian quoting Nietzsche, “That which does not kill us only makes us stronger.”
Except it doesn’t it just leave so many of us so full of pain that we are lost.
I spent a long time in confrontation games with sisters who came out later in life than I did basically trying to figure out why and the answer kept coming back to fear with the subtext of histories of abuse.
The game of how one person who got SRS is better than another person who got it because of some imagined element is a product of trans-childhoods spent knowing no one else like ourselves.
When you grow up thinking you are the only one that feels a certain way it comes as a shock to learn we are damned near as common as dirt and like today when Tina and I went to Fry’s to buy OEM copies of Windows 7 and the person who pointed us to the right department was a sister. We are everywhere.
It kind of sucks to waste so much energy tearing each other down when we could be building each other up instead. But then that is what those kids who bullied us in first grade and are now in political office or are ministers want us to do.
