Parents And Friends Of Ex-Gays And Gays (PFOX) recently published an article by an unknown Erica Heny* about Gender Identity Disorder (GID) from an African-American perspective. The article “The Emperor’s New Gender” likens people living with GID to the foolish emperor in the well-known Hans Christian Andersen tale. Ms. Heny goes on to compare trans folk with African-Americans wishing their skin was white to avoid prejudice and slavery.
Assuming a gender identity that is in contradiction to one’s biological reality begs a suspension of disbelief, like that required when watching a theatrical production. People with gender identity disorder believe – and expect everyone else to believe – a fairy-tale that simply isn’t true.
Unfortunately, this is not about a fairy tale. Ms. Heny seems unaware of research conducted over the last decade to suggest that GID is an inborn condition which defines MtFs as females and FtMs as males. She states that people with GID are delusional, but let’s take a look at the psychological evidence.
Male to Female’s have female neuron numbers, Female to Males have male neuron numbers (PDF):
The number of SOM neurons in the BSTc of the transwomen [MtF] was similar to the other women (P=0.83). In contrast, the neuron number of a transmen [FtM] was found to be in the male range.
And in “How does one know if one is male or female?“:
The brain, however, as in other Intersex conditions, can develop along one sex/gender path while other organs develop along another. Put simply, the brain can develop as male while other parts of the body develop as female.
Ignoring this research regarding brain sex, Ms. Heny attributes “gender delusion” to transwomen, while her own brain size has been clinically proven to be neurologically the same as a MtF transgender. The brain would appear to define perception and expression, both sexual and gender, regardless of one’s biological sex.
She also writes:
Segregation demanded that blacks go to the back of the bus and give priority seating to whites because of the belief by whites that blacks were not people. Today’s transgender legislation requires that biological females, in order to protect their privacy, give priority use of restrooms, showers and locker rooms to males who believe they are female.
By her logic, a post-operative female to male transgender (with beard and penis) is still a delusional biologically born female who should be allowed access to ladies restrooms, showers, and locker rooms.
Truth can be stranger than fiction. The evidence indicates that brain sex that determines a person’s gender is innate. An African-American’s skin is innately black, and the Emperor’s body is innately male. Ms. Heny ignores the evidence regarding innate characteristics, and her comparisons are contradictory.
*Some other sources say “Henry”
Well, now…how the worm turns. Ms. Henry uses a negative black reference for GID in the historical context of slavery and discrimination.
And does PRECISELY what black people are so deeply and rightfully offended by.
That SHE knows something more about trans people than any trans people could legitimately educate her on.
I’m sure she’d take offense AT a white person discussing blackness as nothing that requires civil rights or acknowlegement as something a white person isn’t more expert on.
Well, that’s what SHE’S doing.
She’s appointed herself with having some intimate knowledge and expertise, and still…what GID has to do the morals or qualities of competence a person isn’t any different than the insistence that color does.
I’m disgusted that PFOX gives this person any legitimacy.
Might as well concede that Nazis were expert on Jews.
The essence of this myth is that people will believe anything to avoid the shame of their peers. If you’re noble, you’ll see the clothes. Or, if you’re tolerant, you’ll see my sex. The problem with the original comparison is the classic confusion between sex and gender. The only people showing off their sex is your lover, nudists, and the occasional female celeb craving attention. The gender analogy should be, if you’re a man or a woman, you’ll see my sex.
Combining sex and gender, the gender-trickster, tells us to dress up in the sex (female or male, vagina or penis) it has prepared for us. Hike up your dress, prop up your breasts, attach some earings so that everyone can appreciate your beautiful vagina. Put on your suit, your loafers, cut your hair short, and don’t forget your phallic tie; everyone will see your penis. Our common sense might say, “If I wear clothes, how will people see through to my sex?” “No,” the trickster says, “your clothes, your gender, that is your sex. Everyone knows that. Well, every woman and every man knows that. You are a real woman or man!?” “Of course!” We reply and tremble at having our sex challenged for only a moment and that’s the last we hear of our common sense.
Then we got waltz around in our in gender-clothes acting as if all the while we are showing off our genitals to the world. “Do you like my shoes? Aren’t they feminine? I mean, vulva-like?” And not only does no one say anything, they join the march of our delusion. “Yes! The heel looks just like a clitoris!” For we are all emperors desperately afraid of losing the majesty bestowed by each other that hangs by the thread of our gender-clothes. Nobody gets anywhere in this world without a gender. So we pretend gender doesn’t matter, it’s invisible, it’s equivalent to our sex.
Children have the advantage of innocence and ignorance from trickster and they can see what everyone else is afraid of seeing. When a girl hates to wear dresses or a boy loves pink it’s because they haven’t learned the important of gender-clothes yet. Their disadvantage is that adults don’t believe them. Here’s the kicker; what Hans Christian Anderson had the guts to say but we often don’t tell our children: the Emperor always keeps walking and the trickster isn’t punished. I’ve seen it occasionally when a child like myself is able to break someone out of their gender for a moment; but the pressure of a thousand emperors is too great and they always jump back into the parade.
So whenever you see someone walking around with the standard gender-defender uniform, especially the wannabe women swinging their hips and propping their bosoms and the wannabe men spreading their legs wide to invite your gaze to their crotch, realize they’re nudists hoping their gender-clothes are invisible to you.