It’s a Gender Thing
Got to thinkin’ the other day (tough gig, that one), and discovered there are only two official gender assignments! (I should say assignations, and get it totally right, shouldn’t I?)
What/Pardon!?! [should try to use good England wordage! – that’s the ‘pardon’ bit]
Apparently, it’s only M or F (and that’s the order they put them in, too).
Let me straighten this all out. For a start, all cells on their climb to human-hood, all eggs (ALL) commence the journey as F, so the F comes before the M – ALWAYS! Capiche?
So it STARTS: F before M.
And what about the rest?
Well, let’s see: the conjoined FM, born with both elements of sexual designation (yes, it’s real, and not just one or two, but thousands of people/human beings) who deserve (have human rights issues) their own gender assignment.
So that’s three: F then M then F+M (or M+F, depending on which is more visible at birth – the ‘owner’ can change the assignment as they choose). Okay, so that’s four: F then M then F+M then M+F.
And the others:
Well, is being an F the only requirement for F? What about Ff (femme female) or FF (super fem female) or FM (slightly not-as-female as a Ff) or Fm (a bit more masculine to the female) or FfM . . . ad infinitum. Wait until you get to the Ff-f+f line (or the other + features, and no mention of ‘enhancements’ yet!)!
Gender – what a subject!
When I was a kid, I was introduced to an ‘Uncle’ who lived with another uncle. None of the males ever sat too close to either of them, separated themselves by a country yelling mile – it might’ve been contagious, you know! or – what if it touches me? (see the word ‘it’ – that was what they said.)
Yeah – like that! No understanding at all. As if any (honest and caring) emotional being would want to associate with such s#@#!
Another one: when I was in a ‘difficult’ situation with a potential for serious life and limb injuries (yep, in a laneway, attacked and bloody and about to die) I was rescued. By a six foot tall person who looked like a woman, but with the strength to get that scum off me. She rescued me, saved my life. The police tried to charge her for ‘affray’ because she punched the [you put the word here]. She is still my friend. My life belongs to her – that blood obligation that comes from knowing you were about to die and were saved.
So, to continue:
Not only is the issue of same-gender (not sex, you might note here) or multiple-gender relationships as long as the history of human community, it is also a natural part of all nature’s communities. Yes. It is. Look around.
It is normal. There are more than the simple and simplistic ‘make marriage/babies with the two opposites’ – it is community. If ‘family’ is only F with M, please tell me what happens when they f*# it up and do damage to their kids? Well? Come one! Just because F has a uterus, does that mean it is an obligation? Just because M has a rod, does that mean to use it is an obligation?
Family and community are the things we LEARN from those around us. From you. If you have a complaint about this, look to the way you learned. Find the lack of evidence that put those issues in your mind.
Community and family are the same thing! We are all required to find a commitment to the continuation, not just of species, but of belonging, of community. That is what matters. Look to the world of nature – see it all.
What that means (just in case) is that there are more than TWO gender assignments. Many more than two. I counted.
It also means we need to rid our community of the thinking that there is difference simply because of gender. Put the shoe (or boot – I like boots) on the other foot. Put yourself in place of the person you just gave a shudder to as you walked past – find a way to see through their skin, their mask, in your community. Do it!
Do you feel shame? Will you now walk up and speak to that person as if they are a member of your community? Because they are, and you only put yourself on the outer by distancing the people who surround you, who can protect you when the bad stuff happens, who can speak works of magic and power and justice and hope. Who belong.
Yep. Real people. Just like you.
We are all the same in the genome family. Belong.
Later, the same day: Please note – I am trying to discuss gender here, not the choices within sexual relationships. I know there are relationships that don’t revolve around the physical activity of sex; I know there are sexual relationships that far outstrip the complexity of the simple issue of gender alone (and yes, sex is about choice, so must be consenting ADULT/S). I want only to bring to the fore the issue of gender recognition/assignment within the community that sees only two – maybe if humans had spider eyes we would see better?
