Two babies were sitting in their cribs, when one baby shouted to the other, “Are you a little girl or a little boy?“
„I don’t know,“ replied the other baby giggling.
„What do you mean, you don’t know?“ said the first baby.
„I mean I don’t know how to tell the difference,“ was the reply.
„Well, I do,“ said the first baby chuckling, „I’ll climb into your crib and find out.“
He carefully maneuvered himself into the other baby’s crib, and then quickly disappeared beneath the blankets. After a couple of minutes, he resurfaced with a big grin on his face.
„You’re a little girl, and I’m a little boy,“ he said proudly.
„You’re ever so clever,“ cooed the baby girl, „but how can you tell ?“
„It’s quite easy really,“ replied the baby boy,
„You’ve got pink socks and I’ve got blue ones.“ [1]
Yes, the determination of gender is complicated. However, we are used to a binary gender system, which already starts when (and sometimes even before) we’re born. We take the newborn and look down to see what it is – a boy or a girl. When it has a penis it’s a boy, otherwise it’s a girl. The first keyword is ‘otherwise’; it’s rarely replaced with ‘has a vagina’ – why look for something that looks less obvious? Sure, a baby can also have both, but hey, we got good surgeons to make one of the two genitals disappear – who would like to have a child that doesn’t fit in a binary? No we can tick the M or F on the release form and the sex is clear; and with that also the gender.
Now comes the long time of growing up and learning to eat, to speak and to be a proper boy or girl. Nowadays it might be that we are allowed to play with cars and puppets but still – we learn the code of the assigned gender role. Our anatomy is made our destiny, by the help of well-meaning parents teachers and even other kids; they want that we fit in so we can get along well in this cruel world out there. This might sound cynic and it is; sometimes the best intentions lead to not-so-good results. We’re told often some things like ‘you’re a boy, so behave like one’ but rarely ‘you are you, you’re a person’.
Sure, the presence of two sexes makes sense for reproduction so evolution wasn’t all too stupid. But when even the sexes aren’t always as clear as we think (There are people with XXY, XY-women and a lot more) we can say that evolution – or if you’re religious God – doesn’t just work with black-and-whites. Now we put gender in the mixer and turn it on; but for some reason it won’t mix! In our Eurocentric culture, gender role is way more binary than even sex although gender actually blurs more than sex ever could. We assign a M or a F and then it’s done – this is what you are supposed to be for the rest of your life – and even if it’s listed under ‘sex’, gender comes along quite quickly.
When I was a little kid, my mother was often told ‘you have a cute girl’ and she replied ‘no, it’s a boy!’ – even long before my official ‘transition’ I asked her why she insisted so much in me being a boy and she said: ‘because I thought it’s important that people know what you are’. She said this more out of instinct and couldn’t give me a rational reason for it.
But that is the key question – why is it so important what you are? Well, one thing is easy and obvious: we need to know whether to say ‘he’ or ‘she’. But why is this so important? We only know two options, boy or girl. We don’t even have a vocabulary for anything else except the word ‘it’, which is often used in a quite pejorative way. It; the hermaphrodite; the tranny; that thing. We look at a person and ask ourselves as one of the first things whether it’s a man or a woman – this makes some sense when we are looking for a partner because sexual preferences do exist (yes, really). But we also do it when we’re in a relationship or when we don’t find someone attractive. We want to know what someone is, we feel safe when we can assign someone to a group: Worker or banker, strong or weak, thin or fat, men or women. But what happens when we can’t?
As a out transsexual woman who doesn’t pass always I’m quite used to being stared at. There’s a basic set of reactions people have although they don’t intend to show them to me. One is joy: ‘Hey cool, they don’t just exist in telly but also in the real world – she’s gotta have guts’. Another one is confusion: ‘What is this, a man or a woman?’ Some of these people never come up with a result and forget about it pretty soon. And the third one is disgust – yeah, no kidding! But the fewest of them would actually attack me or call me a lower being – most of them are after a few seconds quite ashamed of their reaction.
So why do some, who wouldn’t necessarily be intolerant in their principles, react like this? Disgust, even in its lightest forms, is quite a strong reaction to someone who does actually take showers. One part is probably about sex. We are used to the model of two sexes and we’re used to shame as much as sexualisation. So when we see someone transgendered and don’t know much about the subject we put her/him in context with sex, both the sex and often even the thought of having sex. And then one feels disgust because it goes further than the usual set of knowledge reaches. The other reason is even easier. We are used to binaries in gender, sex and role. A person who doesn’t fully fit into one or the other box is a threat to the system and makes one feel uneasy. When we cling to that system too much a threat turns the reaction from fear to disgust. As I mentioned in my example, most people who react that way feel ashamed pretty soon for their reaction and ask themselves why they just reacted like this. They are not intolerant per se and we could only blame them for living in a small world and not questioning its borders. The dangerous ones are those who aren’t ashamed of that reaction and actually might attack you for being what you are. The other ones aren’t dangerous in everyday life, although they make you feel uneasy and might vote against a better transgender law, so their danger is rather a political one than a physical threat.
The real problem here is our binary gender system. We can determine the physical aspects of sex quite easily, like genitals, chromosomes and so on. That’s fine. The problem isn’t the assignment of a sex at birth, because that can still change (although it should be easier to change sex legally and there should be at least three categories). The problem is the equation that our society still seems to see as carved in stone:
sex = gender
Gender is even way more floating than sex and there are no clear borders here, except the fictional ones that many take for granted. Sure, with feminism some of them blurred a bit, but the actual system remains the same. We don’t even have enough words for the things that are someplace ‘in between’. Sure, as a transsexual you can use the ‘born in the wrong body’-metaphor and it works quite well to explain to cissexual people what we are. But it’s still their terminology, not ours. It’s doesn’t include small parts, the fabric of our personal gender. Some even use the ‘I was a man and now I am a woman’-metaphor, but that only describes genitals or society’s view of our role. There’s no full metaphor for being transsexual and there’s even less for the transgendered. Kate Bornstein already described this more then fifteen years ago:
[…]As a people, we’re short on metaphors, any metaphors, and when we find one that people understand, we stop looking. It’s time for transgendered people to look for new metaphors – new ways of communicating our lives to people who are traditionally gendered. [2]
We could rather see gender as a Rubik’s Cube, a lot of colors and many, many ways to arrange them. Some just happen to come along when we play with the cube and some are brought into position with intention. Sometimes one might despair because one’s unable to solve it properly and sometimes we’re faster with that than others can follow. And when someone hands you such a cube, you’re not obliged to put it on a shelf and let it catch dust – you can think about it, look at it and play with it – change it to what you like most. And there’s no rule saying that it looks best when all color is on one side!
So what does that make me? Pink or blue? Woman or man? Smartass or freak? Actually none because there’s no such thing! It’s just words to describe something that we need a word for; and words are identity. All I know is that I’m definitely not a man and never was one. But I am a woman and on the other hand I’m not. Some who might read this might feel as if I’d slap in their face right now, so please wait and let me explain. First of all we need some words to describe a gendered and sexual identity, like: transsexual woman, lesbian, queer, some subtle aspects of genderqueer and so on… When I say that in some ways I’m not a woman this doesn’t mean that I am none; it means that I’m a transsexual with the background of a transsexual and don’t need to play or be a cissexual; the only reason why I like and want to pass is because it makes life easier, to get less insulted and properly addressed. So yes, I am a woman, but I’m not a cissexual woman. With my attitude I’m probably not exactly what most people mean when they say ‘woman’. But still; I am a woman, just not only that. I already was seen by transsexuals as some kind of poster-girl because I have a lot of feminine attitudes and (honestly) never really had something like the famous ‘male privilege’. Maybe that’s why I can afford such a wide definition of gender pretty easily although there are very few people that would actually have thought that my view of my gender is that fuzzy. Before you misunderstand me now, in my view I am a woman, it’s only that my definition of woman is more inclusive than those of many. I can also still say that I’m a lesbian when I’m attracted to someone not so clearly gendered female or transgendered. Many others would say that from then on, I’m not. Stretching the meaning of words and labels taken for strict is quite unusual in our society but here’s the key: What and who you are is not how others define you, but how you define yourself. And with a good reason for being what and who you are there’s hardly a way to take it from you.
What you are assigned is not necessarily what you are. What you change in the assignment is not necessarily seen the way you see it. What you are isn’t always the same as who you are. And even more important:
Anatomy is not Destiny [3].
Gee, that was a rather long one. But I don’t have more time for you now because there are more things in my life than gender. Vacuum cleaners are way more hated but they still are somehw significant…
List of References:
[1]: Quite common joke, original source unknown.
[2]: Kate Bornstein, Gender Outlaw, Vintage Books, 1994
[3]: Quote taken from: Lisa Lees, Fragments of Gender, Lulu, 2005
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Tags: Gender, Gender Binary, Social Role, Society, Transition, Transsexualism