Usually, when it comes to discussions of sexual politics of any stripe, I am inclined to ask, “Haven't you anything better to do than to stick your nose up someone's skirt, kilt, tutu or pants leg?”
Let's talk, because we apparently must, about Bathroom Bingo and Attack Helicopters.
Let's just turn the puzzle over and be done with it.
When it comes to sex:
You don't get to tell someone else what they are or aren't. It's just not in your remit,
Other people were not brought into the world, nor do they exist to make you comfortable,
There is nothing inherently predatory about being different, and;
Mind your own business, anyhow, you gongoozling pervert.
“But they're “forcing it down my throat!” No, they aren't. You just feel personally offended by people being what they are in public. You think they should be ashamed, and cower in closets where you won't have to see what makes you feel icky.
News flash, Snowflake Hero, your ick factor is your problem, not theirs. Stop blaming others for your failure to adult.
“But what about being safe in “women's spaces?” If you are going to claim that a whole group of people are somehow inherently more prone to predatory behavior than average, you'd better come strong with the data and argument, or you're just another bigot claiming that different-equals-dangerous. Let me save you some time: It doesn't happen, for obvious reasons. You won't find data supporting the idea that penis-armed terrorists in drag are swarming womens' bathrooms with criminal intent.
If you are a woman, in a women's bathroom, and you see someone in that bathroom that you think isn't feminine looking enough to suit you, again, your problem, not hers. I repeat, what is in that person's panties is none of your goddamn business. What if you're wrong, anyway? I've had a number of “straight as Jesus can make 'em” female friends who were pretty damn butch looking. You going to tell my six-foot, athletic, dresses like a lumberjack prom-queen pal that she's not girly enough to suit you? No, she won't beat you up, she'll be upset about it, and you'll both feel bad. Don't make my friend feel bad.
Watching Faux News poisoned dipwits try to come up with hypotheticals as to how criminals will suddenly adopt drag to do something they've always been able to do would be funny if it weren't so obvious that they're trying to equate being trans with being a sex criminal, and using an incredibly far fetched hypothetical (as usual) to do it.
Lastly, you really should be embarrassed to say things like “A dog's a dog, a cat's a cat, a woman's a woman, a man's a man.” Was your education really so lacking that you can't tell the difference between species and gender? Are you really such an emotional child that you can't tell the difference between a dog's experience of the world and a human being's?
Let me see if I can help you learn yet another goddamn thing you should have learned in school, the difference between “sex” and “gender.”
Sex is biological.
Gender is a social construct. It's a role.
The fact that someone can't change their sex at the cellular or genetic level is irrelevant to the fact that social roles are always subject to an individual's willingness to fill one role or the other. That's the “freedom” you're always going on about, the idea that one need not fill the social role one was born into.
Someone who bucks the obvious makes obvious people uncomfortable, but again, that's your problem. Suck it up, Pharisee. We live in at least a nominally, temporarily free country. You claim to worship all that. Well, your dread god, “Liberty” calls you, at least, to let other people live their lives without you getting all up in their genitalia to see if they're in the right place to take a shit. 'Merika, you chuckleheads.
Criminy, it's annoying to have to even address such fear-driven, bigot idiocy. And while I'm casting stones at stupid, you should be embarrassed to say something so transparently dumb as “I identify as an attack helicopter, duh-huh-duh-huh-duh-huh.”
No you damn well don't. You're not living your life trying to fulfill your Blackhawk destiny against huge social prejudice. You're not drinking JP-8, or living in a hanger. You're not mounting Hydra 70 rocket pods. And by the way, Blackhawk helicopters don't belong in any kind of bathroom.
The idea that someone would take on the difficulties of living a gender role they weren't born to just to get into your bathroom is so absurd on its face that I have to wonder what you're actually doing in there. The last time I was in a women's bathroom (to clean it, you perv. Not all my early jobs were glamorous) it looked pretty much like any other place that people go to shit. Except there were no urinals. Go figure.
As to the silly-ass “trans people in gendered sports” argument, when did you discover a deep desire to protect women's sports? You people lose your mud over Title IX. Let the people in charge of those sports, which, I say again, you've only recently developed your very limited interest in, settle those questions. I don't know why you suddenly care, except that it's a stick you use to try to beat trans folks.
All this comes down to one simple bit of gasp-inducing stupidity. You want to call trans people liars. You are looking at another human being who is trying to live their lives as best they can, and telling them, “You're not what you say you are, you're what I say you are.”
And that's simply not something that, in a free (more or less, and so far) country, you have the right to do.
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