“I’m tired of people accusing me of voting with my vagina,” my ex said in a social media thread endorsing Hillary Clinton.
His vagina. “You don’t have a vagina,” I said. He unfriended and blocked me.
Pretending to have a vagina is a salient feature of this transgender business. MtFs aren’t satisfied being gender non-conforming men. And they aren’t satisfied with the idea that they are transwomen, as in people born male who identify as women, as people different from natal women in the ways that they are in fact different. Being a transwoman is not good enough; they want to be indistinguishable from women. The goal is not to tell the world that they are nurturing or kind or that they like to knit or wear pink. Because men can do those things. The end goal is to tell the world that they have a vagina.
Clothing, hormones, surgery, and comments about voting with their vagina are all a means to the end of getting the world to believe that they have a vagina. “Don’t ask about my genitals,” transwomen complain, because they would prefer that you just assume they have a vagina.
It’s called a signal. People drive luxury cars to signal that they are wealthy, fuel-efficient cars to signal that they are tree-huggers, or race cars to signal that they are fast and fun. They buy Prada and Gucci to signal that they are high class. They get tattoos and piercings to signal that they’re counterculture. These signals are designed to get people the types of jobs, friends and social arrangements they prefer.
What does it mean to signal that you have a vagina, and what is the signal for? It doesn’t get you a better job or higher status. It doesn’t even get you a date, if you’re a MtF who likes women.
If Gucci stands for status, what does a vagina stand for? Let’s think about what vaginas do: they bleed, get pregnant, and get fucked.
Transwomen aren’t signaling that they have a vagina in order to get more access to tampons, birth control pills or pap smears, because they don’t need those. Transwomen are signaling that they are sexually submissive. There really isn’t another possibility here. Are they trying to get themselves a prescription for Monostat 7? A Summer’s Eve Douche? A Diva Cup? They don’t need these things, so no. They are trying to be thought of as fuckable.
Dear transwomen: I know the world is bombarding you with the message that women, by definition, are A Thing That Is Fucked, but that’s not actually what we are. And I know that, as a man, as a tourist in the land of Fuckable Object, who has never gotten the amount of sex that you’d prefer to have, being thought of as A Thing That Is Fucked is immensely gratifying to you. And it feels wholesome, and important, and not belittling or scary or an obstacle to opportunities or freedom. Welcome to your privilege. As a woman, we endure oppression and literal rape because of your definition of woman, the definition that women are not people with XX chromosomes or reproductive capacity, but instead are people who lay down and submit to getting fucked in a receptive way.
If you want to lay down and get fucked, I get that. Have fun. But redefining yourself as a woman when you want to lay down and get fucked, because to you women are by definition people who lay down and get fucked, is insulting to us. And is dangerous to us. And does not in fact make you someone who needs access to our bathrooms and locker rooms. As a matter of fact, your definition of us, as Fuckable Objects, keeps you squarely in the camp of Men, who have believed this from the beginning of time, because it helps you justify dismissing us and raping us and keeping us away from jobs and resources. Your desire to lay down and get fucked has not stopped you from thinking and behaving like a man, as evidenced by the way you think of women.