I love Mandalorians so much. They’re all digging their own graves all the time and arguing about how this method of grave digging is much better than that OTHER guy’s method of grave digging. Sometimes they get into wars with each other about whose grave is better. It never occurs to them to stop digging.
Sex is not a law of the universe, but rather it is an idea people invented, like gender is.
Gender is a loose collection of traits united only by their association with men and women. Sex is a loose collection of bodily traits that are statistically correlated but don’t fundamentally have to be grouped together. Sex is meaningless and incoherent except when viewed through the cultural lens of gender.
What’s more, the boundary between sex and gender gets a little fuzzy when we change our bodies or control how they are perceived in order to fit gender roles. And not just for trans people: clothing, body hair grooming standards, make-up, diet and exercise are all used to exaggerate, or even create, the perception of bodily dimorphisms in cis people. Sex and gender are inseparable, two sides of the same sphere.
TERFs are like “sex is real, gender is bad and made up.” But TERFs are wrong. Consider this instead: sex and gender are intertwined; they are both a little bit nonsense; they are both malleable; the patriarchy operates on both; you can find joy and pain in both. They’re as real, as made-up, as necessary, as arbitrary, and as unavoidably omnipresent as the other social construct that rules our lives, the dollar.
There’s something truly exquisite about stories where the real tragedy is the price you paid to stand on top of the world
Hollow victories … sacrificing your humanity on the altar of what you perceive to be the greater good … the loneliness of godhood … regret for the person you used to be … the realisation that there is no way back … *chef’s kiss*
