Topic: How come people overcomplicate transgender people?
La Reina Catalina !j0siCathyI started this discussion 1 year ago #121,181
I'm honestly getting irritated that people, allies and opposers, try to overcomplicate transgender people and their reasonings for pursuing gender reassignment. Both of them claim it's done for some sort of 'fuck the system' political reason and yet here I am over here with a very simplistic reason. Sometimes in life, the simplest explanations are often the most accurate. Occam's razor. Sure, you could research and study the brain chemistry for transgender people, but that has already proven to be engulfed in bias. Like a lack of variables, variables such as the exclusion of cisgender female brains. You don't always have to understand a person's reasoning for doing something. You just have to respect it as long as it's within reason itself (e.g. not murdering or raping someone).
The simple premise is that a transgender person identifies with that which they were not born as. Someone assigned male at birth would find themselves in great distress that they weren't born female and vice versa. I get that this premise is vague enough that it enters a territory of uncertainty. The inclusion of opposers, allies, religious fundamentalists, furries, otherkin, perverts, rapists, pedophiles, and non-binary individuals only further make it difficult for the public to understand this simple premise.
I'm tired of people thinking I automatically have to lead some political movement when all I really want is a quiet life. A life of a wife with a husband and children. In a neighborhood that's green and not dusty. Though, perhaps, this was in the plan all along. Perhaps, this was the purpose of transgender individuals in God's plan, to remind both cis men and cis women not to get too overconfident in themselves. But who am I to know just what the cards hold?
The simple premise is that a transgender person identifies with that which they were not born as. Someone assigned male at birth would find themselves in great distress that they weren't born female and vice versa. I get that this premise is vague enough that it enters a territory of uncertainty. The inclusion of opposers, allies, religious fundamentalists, furries, otherkin, perverts, rapists, pedophiles, and non-binary individuals only further make it difficult for the public to understand this simple premise.
I'm tired of people thinking I automatically have to lead some political movement when all I really want is a quiet life. A life of a wife with a husband and children. In a neighborhood that's green and not dusty. Though, perhaps, this was in the plan all along. Perhaps, this was the purpose of transgender individuals in God's plan, to remind both cis men and cis women not to get too overconfident in themselves. But who am I to know just what the cards hold?
Dana !N3luHurry2 joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 1 minute later[^] [v] #1,325,334
People always fear and hate things they don't understand. That's really the simple answer.
Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 32 seconds later, 1 minute after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,335
So basically you're gay?
La Reina Catalina !j0siCathyI (OP) replied with this 1 year ago, 4 minutes later, 6 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,338
@previous (C)
I love who I love, but I am a girl. Though I question why I feel uncomfortable calling myself a woman. Maybe that's because I'm still too mentally immature.
I love who I love, but I am a girl. Though I question why I feel uncomfortable calling myself a woman. Maybe that's because I'm still too mentally immature.
Anonymous C replied with this 1 year ago, 3 minutes later, 10 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,339
@previous (La Reina Catalina !j0siCathyI)
> Though I question why I feel uncomfortable calling myself a woman.
Go piss girl, fuck those instincts.
> Though I question why I feel uncomfortable calling myself a woman.
Go piss girl, fuck those instincts.
La Reina Catalina !j0siCathyI (OP) replied with this 1 year ago, 6 minutes later, 16 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,348
Anonymous D joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 59 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,361
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La Reina Catalina !j0siCathyI (OP) replied with this 1 year ago, 2 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,364
Anonymous D replied with this 1 year ago, 1 minute later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,365
Kook !!rcSrAtaAC joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 6 hours later, 8 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,380
I think adding God into it complicates things
Meta !Sober//iZs joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 4 hours later, 12 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,412
It's a complicated subject. It's like that Tolstoy quote "All happy families are alike, each unhappy family is unhappy in a different way". All cisgender people are "alike" but each trans person is different in some way.
Dana !WnBZQIXybc joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 1 hour later, 13 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,420
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@1,325,334 (Dana !N3luHurry2)
Really. What about time space and the universe? People are fascinated by it.
Really. What about time space and the universe? People are fascinated by it.
Dana !WnBZQIXybc replied with this 1 year ago, 53 seconds later, 13 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,423
Anonymous I joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 25 minutes later, 14 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,425
@previous (Dana !WnBZQIXybc)> Those are clearly different you mora.
Using the EXACT phrase Matt uses.
Dana !N3luHurry2 replied with this 1 year ago, 17 minutes later, 14 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,430
@1,325,421 (Erik !saAqdaazn2)
There are exceptions to what I said, of course. Perhaps I should have specified "people they don't understand."
There are exceptions to what I said, of course. Perhaps I should have specified "people they don't understand."
Anonymous J joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 1 hour later, 15 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,452
Russian Fag !IEQdFaB6gU replied with this 1 year ago, 1 hour later, 16 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,458
@1,325,412 (Meta !Sober//iZs)
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The bent fork's tines appeared askew, as if it had been snapped in half and then reassembled with a haphazard abandon. The handle, once slender and refined, now bulged at the midpoint, giving the fork an unnatural, almost organic appearance. Its polished surface had given way to a dull, scratched finish that seemed to absorb the light around it, like a dark stain spreading through the fabric of reality.
The contrast between this warped fork and its brethren was jarring, like a discordant note in a symphony. It stood out as a anomaly, an aberration that seemed to scream with a life of its own – "I am not like you! I will never be what I was meant to be!"
As the light danced across the bent fork's twisted form, it seemed to take on a life of its own, like a shadow cast by some malevolent presence. The shadows deepened around its curves, creating an aura of foreboding and menace that made me feel uneasy in its presence.
And yet, despite its grotesque appearance, there was something hauntingly familiar about the bent fork – as if it held within it the secrets of its own demise, waiting to be deciphered by some curious mind. It stood as a testament to the fragility of perfection, a reminder that even the most carefully crafted of objects can be reduced to chaos and disorder.
In that moment, I knew that this forsaken fork was not just an imperfect copycat – it was a symbol of the inherent unpredictability of life itself, a harbinger of the twists and turns that await us all.
The row of forks lay before me like a soldier's parade, each identical twin standing at attention beside its neighbor. The forks were uniform in their stature, yet distinct in their purpose: to spear, to pierce, to devour with ease.
Their silver bodies glinted in the soft light that filtered through the window, casting a subtle sheen on the surrounding countertop. Each fork was precisely 29 centimeters long, its slender handle tapered at the tip, inviting the touch of a gentle hand. The curves of the tines were smooth and even, like the pages of a well-worn book.
As I gazed down the line, each fork seemed to whisper to me in unison: "I am here. I am ready. I will serve." Their surfaces were polished to a high shine, reflecting the light like a mirrored lake on a summer's day.
But then, my eyes landed upon the rogue among them – the one that refused to conform to the standards of its peers. This fork was different, warped by some unseen force into a twisted mockery of its former self. Its silver body had been transformed into a grotesque, curvaceous shape that seemed to writhe and twist like a snake.
The bent fork's tines appeared askew, as if it had been snapped in half and then reassembled with a haphazard abandon. The handle, once slender and refined, now bulged at the midpoint, giving the fork an unnatural, almost organic appearance. Its polished surface had given way to a dull, scratched finish that seemed to absorb the light around it, like a dark stain spreading through the fabric of reality.
The contrast between this warped fork and its brethren was jarring, like a discordant note in a symphony. It stood out as a anomaly, an aberration that seemed to scream with a life of its own – "I am not like you! I will never be what I was meant to be!"
As the light danced across the bent fork's twisted form, it seemed to take on a life of its own, like a shadow cast by some malevolent presence. The shadows deepened around its curves, creating an aura of foreboding and menace that made me feel uneasy in its presence.
And yet, despite its grotesque appearance, there was something hauntingly familiar about the bent fork – as if it held within it the secrets of its own demise, waiting to be deciphered by some curious mind. It stood as a testament to the fragility of perfection, a reminder that even the most carefully crafted of objects can be reduced to chaos and disorder.
In that moment, I knew that this forsaken fork was not just an imperfect copycat – it was a symbol of the inherent unpredictability of life itself, a harbinger of the twists and turns that await us all.
Anonymous K joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 18 minutes later, 17 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,325,462
People are just sick and tired of homos in general.