an annoyed writer said:
Did you not read my other posts? Context is everything. If you're dressing in the other gender's clothing just because you like doing it and all that? Fine. I don't mind that. To each their own. But if you're doing it to point a finger at me and laugh, and become the loud and flamboyant supposed "Face" of an entire group while carrying none of the stigma, then I'm going to be pissed.
Frankly, no I didn't. Because my experience is not YOUR experience, and your previous posts seem to imply that the world needs to conform to your expectations of acceptance, rather than you learning about adapting your sensitivity to the world around you.
That -sounds- like I'm saying suck it up, buttercup.
And to be honest, you know what? I am. They weren't laughing at you up until you decided to play the straight man (not a pun, I swear to Janus) to their schtick and get all offended. Now that you are, it's the awkward laughter of a crowd watching someone stomp away when the comedian wasn't actually referring to you.
At all.
You happen to be trans. I honestly don't care. But if you decide that someone who is gay is not trans while continuing to explain how flaming drag queens (who in many cases are actually gay males but who don't identify as female gender) make you uncomfortable, then you've already lost me, a straight white male.
And that's kinda your sticking point here.
I have dated trans women before and never had an issue with their gender identity. What I find unmistakably obnoxious about the conversation thus far is the assumption that drag queens are somehow the blackface of trans identity because "some people might think that way".
Well, you know what? I have been excellent friends with drag queens, none of whom could possibly be mistaken for anything other than a drag queen. They are spectacularly unconvincing females. The only females that pass for females with them are the females who are friends with them. There may be some trans females in that group but I'd never know because they're outshadowed by the over-the-top 6'6" man in stiletto heels belting out the Gilligan's Island theme song.
It's kind of hard (and pointless) to check for Adam's apples amongst a group of people dressed in women's clothing when a good 25% of those people at said event are indeed drag queens.
If you get the number of someone you find attractive at said event (gay/straight/bi female meeting FTM, gay/straight/bi male meeting MTF) and you have questions about gender, one would think this should come up during the first date at the very least. It resolves itself in quiet conversations without any real out-in-your-face question, if at all.
To wit, whether someone's decked out in a sailor suit and 6" blood-red stilettos has very little to do with the question of gender identity at hand. Drag is not gender. Gender is not drag. The fact that with the right makeup artists I'm able to pass as a very tall woman (and did as part of a project on societal perception in 1999) is (according to everything I have read about gender identity) completely separate.
Let's hypothetically say there's someone out there who feels neuter. As in they don't have a bigender nature. They feel both female and male. And takes surgical procedures to be who they feel. If that person wears a three-piece suit one day, and a miniskirt, heels, tiara and corset the next, are they "pushing that stereotype"?
In my mind, no. Because it's got nothing to do with drag queens. Or transgendered people. Or transsexuals. Or chaps in the sixth form who are up for a jape. Or male actors in Shakespearean times. Or eunuchs. Leave them alone. They're not the symbol of sexuality oppression you were looking for. They're not a SYMBOL, period, other than what you've decided they must be, because (as you stated) they annoy you because of their flamboyance.
And so it goes. I'd probably annoy the hell out of you in real life simply because I'm blunt, direct, flamboyant, and have no problems with letting my niece and nephew paint my toenails. For that matter, I have no problem with my niece putting makeup on me so I'm pretty for her tea party. That I'm 6'5" and 260 lbs matters not at all.
But according to your logic, that must mean I'm out to besmirch the transgender community simply by being...confusing.
Get OVER yourself, and get off the crucifix. Seriously. Someone needs the wood.
Having an issue with a drag queen being a drag queen is like having an issue with Tone Loc's The Funky Cold Medina or the Kinks' song Lola. Okay, so it offends you as a (insert gender role / societal type here). So what? Those were not written with the express intent of refraining from offending anyone. In point of fact, a step-by-step analysis of the Funky Cold Medina reveals drink dosing, treating women like chattel, animal testing, and stereotyping of urban youth in the 1980s.
Alert the media. Someone's gonna be upset we played the Funky Cold Medina at my cousin's wedding, because it didn't cater to everyone's particular offend-o-meter radar. Lola must be stripped because it refers to meeting a transsexual in a dim Soho bar and being shocked by the experience.
Or, you know, we could just say "if it pisses you off, why don't you just educate instead of bitching about how it's stuff like this that makes your life a living hell/paradise/three-ring circus of online and offline explanations?"
I -am- the layman. Unfortunately, annoyedwriter, by virtue of your being a trans woman, you are not. You are the expert, but what you fail to realize is that your perspective is not the perspective of the society at large, and CANNOT be simply by virtue of being who you are. You want the rest of the world to preach tolerance, but you're also not taking a step back to separate your own issues from another group, and using them as a bullet point in the PowerPoint Presentation of What It Means To Be Trans.
I get it. Your perception of what the society perceives you to be is greatly influenced by your past. Right now, my perception of most transgender people who complain about society at large is that they're snotty bitches who pick the most convenient target before stepping back and thinking things through. (Granted, that's also how many women I know react, so well done on fulfilling my quota of gender stereotypes for the day.)
You want to change the effect? Change the way you react to it. A sneer and a snarl isn't going to help me place my point of view through your eyes. All I see right now is someone who's placing their own hangups on a completely separate group from their own experience and demanding that they stop doing it because you don't like it. I'm not hearing the reasons. I'm hearing you blaming people for how you're perceived rather than just owning your shit and saying, "yep, but that's not me. This is who I am. I am a woman. I've always been a woman. I just didn't have the right biological plumbing, and some people were assholes to me about it."
I'm far more likely to deal positively with someone who says the latter regardless of who they are. I'm less likely to deal with someone who loops in patriarchy, drag queens, bisexual females and males and gender identities as rationalizations and irritants and then slopping the whole mess down as "this is why life and society sucks."
As a straight man, I expected to age a bit more myself to around 80 and start waving my cane at those damn kids before I personally did that to other people I had annoyances with. Then I expected to start writing letters to the editor complaining about the images on television and how that much nudity was disgraceful, and sign them with "Disgusted and Ashamed and Disappointed And Old And Surly And Bitter And Cranky*".
And right now my perception of many, many trans people is that they have that 80-year old writing those letters to the editor RIGHT NOW blaming damn near everything except vitamin D for why they've had it rough in life. I'm not saying they all do. But this thread sure as XX chromosomes isn't helping change that perception.
Granted, I think the problem is not that I, a layman in the straight world who was fully capable of figuring out that transgender /= drag queen on my own long before you brought up your personal cartload of emotional baggage into the field. I think the problem is that you keep demanding that your "community" adheres to your own personal standards of belief, rather than acknowledging that your community consists not only of Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals, and Transgenders, but also your freaks, your straight supporters, and the people who go, "Eh, that's fine. Just stop dropping your drama on my doorstep and whining about how drag queens/straight people/queers/lesbians/biological hermaphrodites/androgynous models give transgender FTM / MTF / FTMTF a bad rep."
Because the one thing this layman knows is that yes, you're different. But if you decide that the only way you're going to be comfortable with your own personal freak flag is by denigrating someone else who happens to be letting their freak flag fly, you're doing more harm than you ever realize.
The targets of your snide remarks? They won't want to deal with your crap. The people who watch you flail around like a hyperventilating monkey on nitrous? They'll be entertained by you.
To wit, it sucks that you have such a big chip on your shoulder that you're blaming anything you can for the reason trans people are treated poorly. To a certain extent I'm pretty sure you'll decide that me being a straight male is reason enough to dismiss what I'm saying entirely and discount it as part of the problem society has at large.
However, I really, really don't. I had a lovely six month relationship with a trans woman. I'm not a gay male. I'm not a drag queen. About the only freaky thing I do is firedancing to steel drums and forget to wear inflammable undies from time to time.
And I can say this right now - those who point and say "THEY'RE THE REASON WHY WE'RE NOT ACCEPTED! THEM! THOSE FREAKS!" are doing far more harm to their cause than those who go, "Yeah, they're not my thing. This is my thing."
Sorry. You're letting the drama and your personal preferences drag you into xenophobic behavior and statements.
Which is sad. And more than a little ironic.