Living as a woman isn’t being a woman.
Becoming a woman after Sex Reassignment Surgery also takes time.
Being a woman in this world is dealing with the reality of having a cunt between your legs. It isn’t an “identity” or a word game.
Pre-ops carry on about how it won’t make a difference, transgender people babble about how what’s between your legs doesn’t matter because “no one sees it” except for lovers. What sort of level of self-deception is that?
Last night we had a conversation with a friend who is long time post-transsexual. This morning I exchanged e-mails with another friend who is long time many years post-transsexual.
What do we talk about?
We spend some time conversing about how the whole transgender trip is undermining our lives by lumping us in with those pushing the ideology of Virginia Prince.
But that is only a small portion of what we talk about.
Just like issues regarding transsexualism and the semi-hostile relationship with the oppressive transgender paradigm are really only part of this blog.
Like this blog we spent more time discussing the chaos of the economy and the threat posed by the ultra-right wing crazies running the world.
But we also talk about getting older, our health problems.
But we also talk about the music and art we enjoy. The authors we like and how the corporatizing of everything affects the arts.
Mostly though our conversations are about dozens of things besides the matter of sharing a common experience of having had sex reassignment surgery many years ago.
Our lives, lived long after the operation that differentiates us from transgender people with their obsession with identity and word games aimed at convincing other they are really women, though male.
The funny thing is how we are never given credit by those who claim it is just the same, yet haven’t had the experience for having actually experienced both.
Wisdom can come from experience and physical reality trumps identity in the reality based world.