And now, finally, the story.
( LogicalDocSpock )
Disgusting. He has no feminine traits whatsoever. Masculine shoulders, hips, stance, facial structure and we are supposed to believe this is a woman?? Nope
( DoomedSibyl )
He even stands like a man.
She⌠stands like a man. Doesnât have a posture women should have. And itâs part of what makes her⌠unfeminine, hence surely not truly a woman.
Posture. Body stance.
Memories.
I remember that day.
I remember the first time it came to my awareness that thereâs something inside me which doesnât fit.
It was in elementary school (7-14 years of age here), and I was walking in the main hall.
And there was this girl from my class who was standing there, looking at me. And suddenly, she began to laugh at me.
I had no idea why. I then stood there, and she just kept laughing. She didnât tell me why.
So I thought⌠could it be because I had the posture of a girl as I was walking and standing?
Somehow, that explanation made sense to me.
And I dreaded what would happen if people decided I was like a girl. In those years and in that environment, thatâs about the worst thing for a boy â to be considered as being âgirlishâ.
During elementary school, I was viciously bullied. Not on account of being âlike a girlâ; but still, it was one added âreasonâ for bullying which I really didnât need.
So, from that day onwards, I decided to pre-empt that.
I low-key studied other boys. How they moved, what sort of body language they had. I learned, and I adopted it as my own. Because I feared what would happen if I didnât.
And I think I managed it well.
So you see, my male body language didnât come naturally to me. It was something that I consciously and deliberately learned and applied until it became almost second nature to me. Almost. (more on that later!)
Over the years, I never wanted to be âmore of a man,â or âseen as a real manâ. Any âmasculinityâ I appropriated was never a matter of wanting to belong in a gendered way, to be âone of the boysâ; it was a survival response. I did it because I thought it was the only way I could avoid even worse bullying, and then also the only way I could fit in enough in society to have friends.
It could get quite ridiculous, at times. For instance, as I sat, Iâd often find myself crossing my legs, or sitting otherwise in a manner considered by some to be more âfeminineâ. Then, Iâd realize what I was doing, and quickly uncross my legs, spreading them out or leaning on them in a much more âmasculine-codedâ way.
Like so:
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I remember that we even learned this in high school psychology class as gendered postures: typically, men sit like this (picture), while women sit in that way (picture).
And I took that to heart.
You know what began my path of realization that Iâm transgender?
I shifted my sitting posture. In the living room, as I watched something irrelevant on TV together with my parents.
Yes. Really. That started it.
Itâs something I had done many times by then. Iâd been doing it for a couple of decades, constantly.
Yet I never got used to it. I kept sitting in the âwrongâ posture, and then âcorrectingâ it to look more masculine.
So there I was, doing the same awkward posture alignment I had done for probably ten thousand times by then.
But this time, something was different.
Thanks to my exposure to trans people and their experiences (and not supposed âgender-criticalâ ones!), for the first time, I had the awareness to question what I was doing. And then, to stop and finally break free of it.
I had asked myself: âWhat the hell am I doing? Why do I even care about this, what does it matter how I sit?! Iâm just watching something with my parents, for chrissake! They donât care!â
And then, I could ask myself what the reason behind all of that is. What, exactly, am I afraid of?
What am I hiding?
Who am I?
Whatâs behind all the masking?
What am I?
And what about all those unexplained feelings I had, things I did, which I never dared think deeper into?
Am I⌠transgender?
My first answer was: âNo, surely that canât be right. I canât be trans. I donât fit the typical picture of a trans person enough,â I thought.
It took me about two weeks of intense thought and self-questioning before I had a conclusion. One that I could state with confidence. It was the opposite of the one I had assumed to be true when I began my mental self-exploration.
I was, in fact, transgender.
And I still am. Always will be.
In a sense, itâs a case of âbook endsâ: the story began with me adjusting my posture⌠and ended with me doing the same.
So, about those postures and stances you make such a big deal of, o great arbiters of biological sex and womanhood?
They are a construct. A gender norm and stereotype taught to us, and sometimes adopted by us out of a need to conform to those oppressive norms.
There is very little biological about them.
Yes, cis women tend to have narrower shoulders, and wider hips, which, especially when they also have a purse on their side, makes them spread their arms out more to the side, while men have no need for that. One could say thereâs at least something biological about a case like that.
But much of body language is purely taught and learned, and has nothing to do with biology. I would know something about that, as this post demonstrated!
So, if Imane Khelif is being âunladylikeâ by scratching herself in a way that makes you pearl-clutchers gasp⌠then I say, all the more power to her!
If Imane Khelif doesnât give a damn about looking and acting butch, then it seems like sheâs⌠gender non-conforming? You know, the thing you supposed âgender abolitionistsâ often claim to be so fond of and totally approve? Again, more power to Imane!
If Imane Khelif feels good in her own body and comfortable in her gender presentation, then great for her!
As for you assholes who drag her through the mud⌠all you âgender criticalâ âradical feministâ âgender abolitionistâ âadult human femalesââŚ
Go to hell. Stew in your own bile and vomit. Wallow in misery. Enjoy the small amount of bitter satisfaction that you can get from mocking and belittling us. Until that will no longer bring you even that little twisted sadistic joy.
Or better yet⌠get out of that cancer of an ideology and join the real world, where the words âfeminismâ, âgender abolitionâ, ânon-conformityâ and âwomenâs liberationâ actually still mean something â ironically enough, considering your claims how itâs us making these terms meaningless, while you are supposedly the last true guardians of those concepts.
There is a hopeful world out there, outside of the clutches of your abusive, gaslighting spouse of an ideology.
GC ideology is killing the human within you. Kill it instead.
