There are women who have XY chromosomes in their DNA, as well as men who have XX chromosomes in their DNA. Which do we use to define the gender? The DNA or the penis?I just think that while the delusion the transexual suffers may be very real in his/her mind, it is not reality. Reality is that the DNA imprint and the physical morphology dictate an absolute biological sex. That biological sex defines the physical gender of the transexual.
See, that's why I think it should be left for the individual to decide.
Going on the same lines as the XY women and XX men, since Transsexuals are an anomaly just like them, how can we decide their identity for them?Now they may sexually identify in any way they like or adopt any gender role they feel comfortable with. All of that is abstract and more a construct of society than anything else. Fine. But I do not think it is good for anyone involved to indulge the idea that that the physical/biological gender is anything more or can be anything other than what it is.
If the transexual sexually identifies as an effeminate submissive who takes the passive position sexually with the male gender, then let them do that while wearing high heels for all anyone cares. It's their right, whatever.
But it is an affront to reason and to rational sensibilities to suggest that the transexual, despite surgeries, hormones, and a plethora of tolerance and compassion is anything different than the physical gender it has been since birth.
What happens when even the biological gender is questionable?
Now I'm like plowed and wide eyed...really wide eyed...and we're hanging out at the bar and this really really cute guy came and sat down beside me. I don't normally go for younger, waifish looking guys, but this one was adorable in a mischievous kinda way. I never saw it coming.
We ended up back at my place and lights are off, at his insistence, and we're all making out groping and stuff and pants come off and I realize that it's really not right...something's just not right. I kinda think it's maybe the intoxicants in my system so I just try to shake it off and its not happening. So I pull back and say I want to have a cigarette and slow it down a little...when I light the cig lighter...IT WAS HORROR. It was PURE HORROR. It was a mishapen scar with a nipple. I backed away kinda slow, partially because I was being polite and partially because I was keeping my eye directly on it so I knew where it was at all times.
And the "guy" says, "I hope it's alright...everyone knows, I thought you did too."
I don't even know how to describe how awkward that situation became. I didn't know how to get across that it would've been ok with some notification just for the pure novelty of it, which, consequently, I is why I ended up doing it anyway after the initial shock and some time to say "hmmmm"...But it was a nightmare. It took me about 30 minutes to get over the total mind**** that caused before I could retrieve my libido and get back to business.