I see pictures of a protest. It can be about just about anyone’s rights, maybe nothing that directly addresses trans rights, and in the street and there are dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people. But what draws my attention isn’t the crowd size. It is who is at the front: more often than not, trans folk will be among the vanguard of the protest. These trans folk know how trans folks are treated by police and the criminal justice system. Yet they are the ones in front. It is time for others to step up for us.
A couple years ago, I took a upper division biology class as part of my gender studies degree. The class focused on the biology of women (and, by extension, biology of human sexual difference in general), and I chose to look at the biology of transphobia for my final project. It was wild: so much bad understanding cloaked in language that looks like it’s plausible to someone ignorant of any biology concepts introduced after middle school–but absolutely weird if you’ve studied almost any college-level biology of sexual difference.
Photo by Thirdman on Pexels.com (Because everyone knows biology has color if we’re going to show pictures of it, right?)
While I am not a biologist (ask me about computer networks, not how bees reproduce!), I did learn enough in this to question the credentials of transphobia’s experts. If an undergrad in gender studies can do this, I can only imagine how an actual biologist trained in human sex differentiation would respond!
Me: “We need to leave. Now.” Him: “Huh?” Me: “Just…let’s go. Really.” Him: “What?” Me: <exasperated whisper> “Don’t you see the way I’m being looked at? We need to leave.” Him: “Nobody is looking at you!” Me: <annoyed whisper> “Yes they are, and I’m going to leave without you if you don’t come with me.”
I’m a trans woman. He’s a cis man. But I bet many of my readers have been on one side of this conversation–and likely both sides–at some point in their lives, regardless of their gender history. Maybe it wasn’t about gender, but about skin color, the language being spoken, religious dress, disability, class, or else entirely. One person knows something is wrong, the other can’t see it.
It’s related to a film trope–there’s a bar, there’s some music playing, but when the protagonist walks in, the needle scratches and the record stops. You know something bad is about to happen. It is usually a lot more obvious that someone is out of place. It is them versus the bar.
Here’s one of my favorites:
Let’s think about this scene a bit though, at least the opening, as it doesn’t end like it might in real life.
Gendered Thoughts 