My friends, I have grown concerned.
I am concerned with this recent discussion of labels, of varying degrees of ->-bleeped-<-, of categories and numbers and quizzes and results and things. It is easy to forget, in an international society so focused on numbers and results, a simple fact.
People are not numbers.
People are people. We have measurable components, but deep down, we are humans. That simple realization is all that is necessary to propel us forward into a prosperous future. Pride in humanity. Dignity in all things humane.
This is something I wrote in another post I wanted everyone to read. Take it with a grain of salt, or bust out the shaker. Your choice. I feel it needs to be heard.
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Look, there are a lot of fun words out there. Arguing semantics and definitions and apples and oranges and split hairs is fine. Hoo-rah.
Let's just bear in mind that a transsexual*, in this modern era, is someone with an instinctual drive towards having their physical body match their soul. With the assistance of society's veritable black hole of understanding and acceptance, they often mount up on their own crusade to vanquish and do righteous battle with these "simply wicked" thoughts. However, this is much akin to a man doing battle with his own reflection. It's a complete stalemate, and it ultimately drives you mad (as any pointless conflict will.)
This statement of "must transition" is simply what it is. The spirit must match the body, for everyone (not just transsexuals), and therefore in order to achieve this astral/material harmony, the offending flesh must be discarded (see suicide) so that the spirit can be freed to realign, or the flesh must be sculpted into a form that is satisfactory to the afflicted.
Why do "punks" spike their hair and wear torn jeans? Why do "cowboys" wear big belt buckles and chew tobacco? Why do "goths" (my category, according to some) wear black, baroque styles and makeup? Why does anyone feel the urge, the need to appear in one way or another to other human beings?
See my above statement. We display our emotions. We display our subconcious, our feelings, our hurts and hopes in the way we dress, the way we act, the way we speak, the way we write or draw or dance or make love in an attempt to communicate on a deeper level than words. Here I am, we say with our appearance, this is my soul, this is what I love, this is what I am.
To deny any human being the basic principle of self-expression is to deny them their humanity. Thus, a transsexual, one who has a spirit that is contradictory in overall gender to their physical sex, must transition into a state that they feel is acceptable. Whether or not this is simply living full-time and presenting as a woman (something more would do if SRS was not a legal requirement to have birth certificates changed, I imagine) or completely transforming oneself into the opposite, satisfactory sex is as irrelevant as hair color.
A blonde is a person who has hair that appears blonde. My mother is actually brunette, but dyes her hair blonde. I am a natural blonde, but I dye my hair black. Why? We are compelled to have our physical form represent how we feel at all times. There is no choice in that, only varying degrees. It is humanity, and in my personal, candid opinion, it is beautiful.
~ Blair
* See, human being.
