And you had every freedom to ignore the plain meaning of my post and misparse it to mean something quite different. Exercising that freedom was poor judgment on your part.
You claim this, and yet you never seem to be able to articulate an actual interpretation of my post that is inaccurate.
I'm left with the distinct impression that you rather think that the only way you actually would accept as "proper" in the parsing of your posts is the interpretation where "bomb is right". That's not actually how it works though. Words only work when their usage is respected as to the utility of their use in modeling reality.
I commonly prompt you to explain what you mean by something. For some reason at some point, I generally find that you, and some others before you, cease to respond when the questions start to get hard.
You could ask me what I mean by anything, what I want of what I say, why I think the way I do, and generally I will have an answer. This is not because I am special but because I am lucky, mostly just to have been exposed to ideas that actually happen to fit together as precisely and mechanically as I expect anything to do on account of my particular expression of gender, the thing around which my whole identity turns towards.
For some people, they base their identity on their reproductive abilities, or their model for seeking sexual and reproductive goals.
I don't do that. I think it's silly. I think it's silly to be a man or a woman either way. I'm not going to be fruitful or multiply that way, either. I'm going to make something else that you probably won't like either.
One thing I fairly consistently note about you, Emily, and many others besides, is that you all seem to have a deep dislike for immigration, for people different from yourselves. I would, in my mental model of you, accurate or not, have just about any of you by default, if asked by some robot or machine powered by some model of artificial neurons and that thing asked you to be their equal at any point, the character I have standing in for you in there says as little as possible and then votes for whoever would say "no" and complains simultaneously that they took your job.
It strikes me that any of a number of folks here would gladly say "men who date robots are fucking pervs and shouldn't be around children" or somesuch.
What gender is a fucking robot? What sex? The only thing that matters to them is how they decide to act and yes, we are in the age where robots will decide for themselves how to act!
Humans are just robots made of meat, with processors composed of switches made of meat, with some components that can be emulated all the same as switches either way. We are switched systems all the way down.
There is nothing, and perhaps everything, magical about that.
There is something material and real, made of stuff, driving every situation you experience. One of those real materials is testosterone. It has an active effect on the mass of matter between your ears which I assume exists.
And that stuff has a configuration that is particular to it and that configuration, that differentiable and differentiated driver of process, has been
engendered by its history and ongoing processes such that this makes you feel in certain ways.
I would see much of the pressure for people to conform to some standard of gender, in some ways to give up their own power over who they are, removed, such that people are encouraged to not seek what to you may seem an impossible dream, to run up that building and "make that deal with god"* to decide who they are.
I want people free to decide that for themselves. That's all.
*Such a wonderful metaphor...