When did the ‘transgender’ debate become so totally irrational?

Hatred and cruelty is never, ever okay

I saw a transgender person on the high street today. (I don’t know what pronouns they prefer, so I’ll stick to they.) They were wearing a long, pink coat, fishnet tights, a short skirt, and red lipstick. They also had stubble, a strong build, a low voice, and a rather masculine face. They smiled at me, I smiled at them, and we walked past each other. No big deal. No harm done at all. Did I think they were cisgender woman? No, obviously not. I have eyes, even if I do need to remember my lenses. But I didn’t stand there gaping in disgust, either. I didn’t shriek or pull back in horror. I didn’t give them a big speech on how I understood gender, sex, and identity, or how I experienced my own female body, or how I wouldn’t ever date them. Because I’m not a total prick. Because it is none of my business. Because I don’t want to live in a country where we attack people for simply wearing clothes and wanting to be called names that they prefer. That feels kind of…evil. Kind of horrible. I don’t want to behave like that. I kind of hope that you don’t either. I don’t want to be in a world where that is okay.

Yes, I’m a ‘real biological’ woman, stop throwing stones darlings

I’m not, dearest darlingest reader, saying you need to think, feel, or believe anything about transgender folks or gender that is not authentically…