I never went on about my reservations regarding transsexuals, transvestites and similar “transgender” creations until the trans movement

1. began prescribing, in law, how we “must” talk about them (pronouns etc) — a free speech issue;
2. male transfakes intruded into women’s and girls’ restrooms and sports competitions with obvious opportunistic and even malign intent, and feminists limply provided no objections — a free association issue; and
3. there arose a society-wide and specifically educator-conspiring movement to push trans ideology onto confused, unsuspecting youths who were already traumatized by media, the Internet, porn and the degradation of sexual roles in our latter-day churning state capitalist society, even going so far as to “transition” through chemicals and surgery pubescent and even pre-pubescent youths and children.

This latter was especially galling.

Note that I did not express umbrage with “transwomen” who were deceitfully trying to engage in sexual intercourse with straight men. I let that one go for decades. But these new developments in the culture wars were too much to bear.

So I began to apply my usual critical faculties against a movement I regarded chiefly in cultic terms, as examples of a post-Christian salvific faith with ties to postmodernism and Marxism and radical feminism and the notions of political as well as social revolution.

Key concepts have been to attack the very idea of gender and distinguish it from sex, and to undermine the imperialism of the slippery gender concept and its use to subvert biological science and common sense.

Now I am more than willing to tell a transgender person that he or she is more mad than anything else, more crazy than honestly struggling with perversity.

But perversity is there, and the general trans transgressions are fraud and contempt for the basic reality of human nature.

Which I can also sympathize with. For I too am a mutant. Just not spiteful enough to pretend to be something I’m not. Not seriously pretend. Jest, I will. But these trans activists are as deadly serious as a communist.

twv

Pointers; setters: picture the two relevant dog breeds . . . their images adorning the usual set of restroom doors. Men and boys are pointers; women and girls are setters. Get it?

Such humorous, quasi-vulgar noms les toilettes for sex-segregated restrooms were brought to mind this week, after the squabbles regarding urinals in New Hampshire’s Milford Middle School and Milford High School.

The regulations that the New Milford School District placed upon restroom and locker rooms in the New Hampshire public school were indeed bizarre, goofily bizarre, but entirely in accord with woke transgenderism. That they had to be rescinded, because of protest, is a good sign. But the premises of wokist demands are still held by most “earnest” people, and the consequences of those premises will keep resurfacing so long as they are held by people with some sort of power, legal, political, or “merely” cultural.
So this is what had been done:

1. urinals in boys’ bathrooms and locker rooms were covered over with black plastic garbage bags;
2. the number of students allowed in a restroom was limited to the number of stalls; and
3. physical ed. students were required to change in toilet stalls, not publicly by their lockers.

All this was protested. And the school board caved to the protests. But the threat of some new goofy policy was not removed.

What our pathetic post-moderns cannot accept is that sex is more important than “gender,” and hetero-normativity better served than the demands of the neurotic. They also do not see that sex is a Schelling Point issue on matters like who gets to use what public restroom, while “gender” is far too flapdoodlish to serve, and trying to make it do so causes huge problems, like the threat of rape and gross inefficiency of restroom use — and general “grossness.”

What is especially interesting are issues like modesty and shame, both huge drivers in all this. The trans “boys” apparently experienced shame, or at the very least modest repulsion, over actual boys using urinals. Hence the original complaint. This element is bad enough for boys and girls with members of their own sex (we’ve all seen Woody Allen discuss urinal etiquette), but add in members of the opposite sex pretending to be members of their sex, and the micro-social negotiations become quite difficult. Surely we can all sympathize.

Or pity. At least.

One thing the transgender crowd hasn’t accepted yet is that some men will game their new system.

Earnest transgenderists set up gender-segregated rather than sex-segregated bathrooms. They say it’s to honor and respect and acknowledge the dignity of trans boys and trans girls, trans men and trans women. But that’s not to say that all men who pretend to be women or all boys who pretend to be girls will be in earnest.

Cross-dressing transvestite men have long been a separate, quite distinct class from “transsexuals” (as we used to call them). For them, it’s about “the kinks” . . . it’s very sexual, and it’s not at all respectful. I say their behavior and comportment is parodic of women and disrespectful of members of the sex; it is indeed astoundingly sexist; and it is brinksmanship in this context.

Until the transgenderists can distinguish earnest from the malign gender-benders, the whole issue is, well, problematic.

Meanwhile, real pointers and setters — the canines — do their “business” outside. Is that where we’re headed?

twv