The genitals are the least part of sex.
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Current medicine can absolutely CHANGE someone's sex, if "sex" is genitals.
This seems contradictory.
In response to what I perceive your point to be... Genitals
alone is not sex. Sex is comprised of a variety of components, including genitals, but more importantly, encompassing the anatomy and organs directly related to reproduction... and which side of that reproductive duo you happen to be on. Primary reproductive organs are the parts necessary to deliver and foster genetic material for the next generation. In males, that includes the testes (to make the sperm which carry the genetic code) and the vas deferens (which delivers the sperm out of the penis and hypothetically into a vagina). In a female, that includes the ovaries (to release the eggs that carry the genetic code), the fallopian tubes (which deliver the egg to the uterus for insemination), and the uterus (which grows the baby). One could argue that breasts and pelvis are also part of that mix for women, but it's a fuzzy line between evolutionary accommodations that allow for delivery and feeding of an infant, as opposed to the parts necessary to make the infant.
Current science can make something that looks like the preferred genitals. It still cannot actually make genitals.
You are talking past me because my point is that genitals and gonads don't fucking matter to anyone but the person you trust with your private protected health information, and the person whose face you fart in for mutual pleasure.
My point is that
first there must be a discussion of whether it isright
to be discussing "sex" here at all.
Metaphor, and/or whoever the hell this other person is, certainly have a right to be afraid of, absolutely disgusted by, or really in love with, penises. Same goes for vagina. I mean, a couple of my biggest frustrations are relating to sexual anatomy.
I think accommodations should absolutely be offered to those who have such deep fears, wherever possible. Floor to Ceiling bathroom stalls.
The whole basis of this is that humans have a right to reproductive privacy.
Metaphor has it easy (granted it goes into something so private as to their relationship with penises, perhaps itself going too far past the boundaries of privacy), insofar as that if they *could* meet a man born with a vagina, and had a relationship with them, perhaps friendly at first and then serious later, the worst that would happen is that they would psychopathically wound their friend in the event that they failed to express "I still love you, you're a great man and a great friend, I just have a sexual need requiring an additional full sized natural human-grown penis."
Of course, this is an unlikely scenario! Metaphor is unlikely to have any such man cross his path in such a way, for reasons I'm sure metaphor is aware of, not the least of which how awfully he cries his broad-brush attacks against "trans advocates", but also because the people who he will never even know or recognize as trans-men will be the sorts of cute 20-something hot thirsty boys that don't even look at his table at the gay bar. And even if one did, he lost his shot with him the moment the moment that man beings up trans rights and Metaphor opens his own mouth.
But the point is that a trans-man is a man in every way that is meaningful in the day to day life of a person in society, and furthermore
they continually approve of the existence of expectations of masculinity and concept of manliness, and further that they wish to see it expected of them. They just don't generally have dicks, and need sometimes to have some side effects of prolonged estrogen exposure dealt with.
I have a friend. We're gonna call him 'Jack'. Jack is one of the two manliest men I know. He pushes all my buttons. I don't push his buttons, which I find relieving. But anyway, he has this major frustration. He doesn't have a penis. Of course, most gay dudes just don't get it. There are vagina tourists, they fail. Then it's hard because fucking with a plastic dick isn't really a whole lot of fun for you, and that's like dude 101: everyone gets a happy ending. But then there's another friend, call him "Bob". Bob is a paragon of this gay bear hillbilly who isn't fully literate, but loves friends dearly, and has a both a great dick and knows how to use it. Bob and Jack are uh... let's just say it'll take a few more years and dramas and heartbreaks for THAT to get figured out.
None of these people would object to a declaration that genital fixations are OK. But could Metaphor be friends with either of Jack or Bob? Would he start calling Jack 'her', were he to know? Would he insist on outing Jack's genitals every time Jack seeks to pee?
Before you have a right to "sex", you have to demonstrate explicitly that sex matters in the context.
We have had the bathroom debate (floor to ceiling stalls, duh!). We have had the fake-trans penis weaponizer debate (seriously, fuck them, but also gendered language is stupid here). The baby sex-change debate (puberty blockers, and that genital modifications don't happen till 18+ and h
years of gatekeeping)
It's alright to ridicule some specific person who says "any given professed lesbian woman should be expected to have lesbian relationships with trans women". Those people are crazy, and statements in that context are often welcomed. You start a thread here, where some specific trans woman says that, and we can all get together and laugh at her for being stupid. Post it on Reddit. It'll get updoots in the right context, I'm sure. I'll probably respond with "who the fuck is that psychopath, and how many weeks did it take you to dig that out of the pot?" Most people would respond in kind, except a few who would be like "proof of alphabet soup agenda to force lesbians to suck dicks!!!!11111oneone".
But no, you're in here amplifying the voices of women who are using the mere fear of meaningless people whose very existence could continue to be a mere joke to attack 'trans activists' in general.
You folks are sex essentialists, with a sex fixation: you view the thing someone was born, specifically between their legs, to be essential to social identification. You are fixated on this thing. You repeatedly fail to define it, but you are fixated on it.
The people standing left of you on this have let go of that.
It's social identity politics: the discussion that it was probably a bad idea to build a core social concept on "what someone was born with" wasn't a great idea. So it's hard switching from socially sexing people to being a bit more respectful of people's boundaries. It's tough switching to Metric, too, but I still think it's the right thing to do.
Again, it's about the fact that the new generations are asking "what right do you have to know what's in our pants; we refuse to use language in such a way", and instead use it to socially rather than physically identify people.
There are ways to handle most of the consequences of that, not the least of which expecting sports to do some rebranding, so their leagues are no longer strictly sexed, but separated on the basis of hormones.
Of course I don't expect you or metaphor, or anyone else to actually read the whole of what I wrote here.