Let me tell you just a few things I've observed in all this "transgender/transsexual" hype. This coming from a woman who has struggled with her own femininity without ever feeling I was in the wrong body. I haven't been watching "Call Me Cait" or whatever the show is, but I did see a trailer on the big swim suit episode. In one minute, I saw why Bruce Jenner doesn't even think like a woman. For most real women, past 35; choosing a swimsuit is the ultimate in dreaded events, and a very, very private matter. He simply doesn't think like a woman, really doesn't look like one, and clearly doesn't sound like one. This being said by a sturdy, pick-up truck driving, do-it yourself former tomboy, that jokes about singing bass. I was born a female, and am 100% female. I've discovered that all of the not so traditional interests I have, like operating a chainsaw, homesteading, and home improvements have absolutely nothing to do with sex or gender.
San Francisco is known for being cutting edge when it comes to gender confusion issues, and it seems one school is starting very young, as in elementary students. Bathrooms will simply have no sexual distinction whatsoever.
Now, on to this young man in Missouri who was making a production out of gym class. He raises several questions that simply cannot be answered by this LGBTQA (more alphabet) . . . Agenda. First, he claims he's been "out" gay first, then transgendered for 4 years. With his family's support in this. Why is he wearing a wig? Why isn't his hair long? Hair grows about 1/2" a month, he surely would have some serious locks by now. The next big statement only served to prove how little like a female he actually thinks.
Here this young man is given private accommodations for changing and showering, but he doesn't want that! Any real teen aged girl would jump at the chance for private accommodations through PE class. The memory of dread of PE and locker rooms is quite vivid for most women. Not that we were actually damaged by it, but it's just the way teenage girls are. Teenage girls are self conscious about their bodies and want all the privacy they can get! It seems, and I can't speak for guys, but it seemed the enthusiasm for the sports or activity superseded all details. There was never a tone of dread when the guys said, "Time to hit the showers."
The fact that this young man is making the issue he is and even saying the girls are the ones making a big deal out of the situation, reveals clearly how self-centered he truly is. One of the girl's fathers referred to the situation as an "intact male" using the girl's locker room. I can assure young Mr. Perry, he has a witness that he has male genitalia, and his statement about the locker room proves beyond a shadow of a doubt, he's not a female at heart.
On a grander scale, we need to assess the definition of democracy . . . the rule of the majority. If the "democratic progressives" change the rules to accommodate 1 individual, and disregard 200, then by definition the democrats are no longer representing democracy at all!
Showing posts with label gender. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gender. Show all posts
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
What Am I Missing?
Am I missing something in this latest "gender identity" issue, or am I calloused? My opinion is; my gender identity is not based upon who identifies with me, or even if I identify with stereotypical mainstream. I am what and who I was created to be! I am female, and although I am my father's daughter and I'm not perfect, I was born into the right body, while my brain and emotions understand and embrace my uniqueness! I truly believe what I am missing is the confusion that is being introduced. I read a blog in which a pregnant mother proclaims that she asked her son and daughter, 6 and 3 respectively, what they hoped the new baby would be. She wrote, they conferred, giggled, then announced they'd like a transgendered sibling . . . since there was already a boy and a girl. So, have we gotten to the point in society that the only people who can verbally recognize only two genders are those who are embracing the list of "potential variables?"
I am truly saddened when I see all this programming and recruiting taking place now, as I remember my childhood a half century ago. We had the privilege of knowing who and what we were, by simple anatomical identification. Regardless of rope climbing, creek wading, and scrub baseball, I, like Elly Mae Clampett, knew I was a girl. As it turns out, and stands to this day, male genitalia is not required to enjoy outdoor activities and sports. Also confirmed is the fact that one need not identify with a specific community to enjoy non-stereotypical interests.
As a young child, my mother continuously harped at Daddy, that he was encouraging me to be a tomboy. Truth be told, it was her harping, haranguing, and micromanaging that encouraged me to stay out of the house . . . but that's a topic for another day. I identified with Daddy in a number of areas, and see no reason whatsoever that these interests must be in accordance with a specific gender or reproductive anatomy. I was a tiny little girl in hunting photos. Before I could ride a bike, I remember driving my home made go-cart, designed and built by Daddy, Grandpa, and Uncle Earl. As a middle aged adult woman, I jokingly refer to myself as "the unson" of the family. As I wrote that last sentence, I may have discovered exactly what it is that I'm missing. Perhaps, it's the programming that one needs to "belong" that is making so many young people so vulnerable to this aggressive agenda. Many just long to have a place to belong, to be a part of something and to share an identity. I accepted my exclusion early on, and it has simply been a part of my identity as well, but there was no pushy agenda trying to recruit me . . . or perhaps the LGBT community didn't want me either. LOL.
My mother says we just don't see anything the same. My sister hasn't spoken to me in years. One of my daughters and one of my nieces has blocked me and unfriended me on social media and not quietly, I might add. One of my granddaughters has followed the lead of her mother but recently refriended me to what feels like stalking my facebook wall and trolling my posts. Many church ladies have their panties in a twist and in real time avoided me, in social media; unfriend me, yet I've not been unfriendly to them. I do not back down from my convictions, and those convictions now include the revelation that rejection of a person may indeed drive them to a more accepting group. For me, that's been fine as I've simply never minded being the only woman in a group of male friends or at the worksite.
I've always had male friends. Straight men don't have so many emotional rules in getting along, so it's been quite comfortable for me to be a sort of non-sexual woman. My womanhood has not been challenged or questioned by myself or my peers. What I'm seeing here, though, is the possibility that the introduction of acceptance and the early programming by this agenda may be the catalyst to so many young people being "gender variant" as the blogging pregnant mom referenced in regard to one of her 3 year old's friends in preschool or daycare. That leads me to the next "what am I missing?"
Many day cares do receive federal funding and of course, the head start program is a government program . . . Although I do know some folks of my generation who identify gay or lesbian, and we can certainly read about old guys at this late stage in life, deciding they'd like to have long hair and firm breasts, but it wasn't programmed and they weren't recruited as three year olds. I simply can't help but believe, what was missing 50 years ago is the early programming. The agenda of gender confusion had not yet been implemented and introduced. The "diagnosis" of homosexuality was entirely removed from the third edition of the DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) in 1986, but gender dysphoria was added to the fifth edition in it's own category, as an issue for children.
Since that time, the agenda and recruitment has gained momentum, exponentially.
I am truly saddened when I see all this programming and recruiting taking place now, as I remember my childhood a half century ago. We had the privilege of knowing who and what we were, by simple anatomical identification. Regardless of rope climbing, creek wading, and scrub baseball, I, like Elly Mae Clampett, knew I was a girl. As it turns out, and stands to this day, male genitalia is not required to enjoy outdoor activities and sports. Also confirmed is the fact that one need not identify with a specific community to enjoy non-stereotypical interests.
As a young child, my mother continuously harped at Daddy, that he was encouraging me to be a tomboy. Truth be told, it was her harping, haranguing, and micromanaging that encouraged me to stay out of the house . . . but that's a topic for another day. I identified with Daddy in a number of areas, and see no reason whatsoever that these interests must be in accordance with a specific gender or reproductive anatomy. I was a tiny little girl in hunting photos. Before I could ride a bike, I remember driving my home made go-cart, designed and built by Daddy, Grandpa, and Uncle Earl. As a middle aged adult woman, I jokingly refer to myself as "the unson" of the family. As I wrote that last sentence, I may have discovered exactly what it is that I'm missing. Perhaps, it's the programming that one needs to "belong" that is making so many young people so vulnerable to this aggressive agenda. Many just long to have a place to belong, to be a part of something and to share an identity. I accepted my exclusion early on, and it has simply been a part of my identity as well, but there was no pushy agenda trying to recruit me . . . or perhaps the LGBT community didn't want me either. LOL.
My mother says we just don't see anything the same. My sister hasn't spoken to me in years. One of my daughters and one of my nieces has blocked me and unfriended me on social media and not quietly, I might add. One of my granddaughters has followed the lead of her mother but recently refriended me to what feels like stalking my facebook wall and trolling my posts. Many church ladies have their panties in a twist and in real time avoided me, in social media; unfriend me, yet I've not been unfriendly to them. I do not back down from my convictions, and those convictions now include the revelation that rejection of a person may indeed drive them to a more accepting group. For me, that's been fine as I've simply never minded being the only woman in a group of male friends or at the worksite.
I've always had male friends. Straight men don't have so many emotional rules in getting along, so it's been quite comfortable for me to be a sort of non-sexual woman. My womanhood has not been challenged or questioned by myself or my peers. What I'm seeing here, though, is the possibility that the introduction of acceptance and the early programming by this agenda may be the catalyst to so many young people being "gender variant" as the blogging pregnant mom referenced in regard to one of her 3 year old's friends in preschool or daycare. That leads me to the next "what am I missing?"
Many day cares do receive federal funding and of course, the head start program is a government program . . . Although I do know some folks of my generation who identify gay or lesbian, and we can certainly read about old guys at this late stage in life, deciding they'd like to have long hair and firm breasts, but it wasn't programmed and they weren't recruited as three year olds. I simply can't help but believe, what was missing 50 years ago is the early programming. The agenda of gender confusion had not yet been implemented and introduced. The "diagnosis" of homosexuality was entirely removed from the third edition of the DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) in 1986, but gender dysphoria was added to the fifth edition in it's own category, as an issue for children.
Since that time, the agenda and recruitment has gained momentum, exponentially.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
I'm Still a Woman
There is no identity crisis going on, there have just been some gentle, yet awkward reminders that I am still perceived as the weaker sex, with strengths. It's been nice, but so foreign. The wonderful thing about this, is it's not been any flirting or "come ons," or even comments about my appearance, but just casual comments made by men in reference to capability, hard work, and the way I care about people, critters, and business. Those are my attractive qualities! It's been nice in the past few weeks to hear that those traits are noticed, by the comments conveyed. I feel attractive when I am appreciated . . .
The different standard between the sexes is a must, in my book. That is to say, I appreciate the fact that men and women are indeed different and it's not a competition of rights. Every once in awhile, I remind myself as I'm coming in from chores, that this is how "real women" are supposed to be. I'm feminine but not dainty. I'm not fragile, but Scripture does say I'm the weaker vessel, and it's nice when Abba sends someone along to remind me of that fact.
Through the years, I've jokingly referred to myself as my Daddy's un-son. When he needed help with a project, I was his apprentice. He probably really didn't need the help at all, but wanted me to know how to be independent. I grew up knowing, I wasn't considered to be the feminine beauty my mom or sister were, so I needed to be able to take care of myself. I am a capable woman. I never play dumb or coy, and I take note that some men feel threatened by capable women. I've also noticed, as our society continues to decline that some men are willing to take advantage of a capable woman.
Most of the men I deal with are very respectful, and for the most part, it's business dealings. The guys at the auction are always respectful, as are the feed store owners, and I love the fact the young men at the market call me ma'am. As I'm writing this, I hope I convey an appreciation for qualities in others that are quickly being diminished in our society. When a man opens a door for me, I smile and say thank you. It feels nice to be reminded that I'm still a lady. I make eye contact with that gentleman! I read a meme awhile back which said something to the effect that our society has become so rude that good manners are often mistaken for flirtation.
I'm realistic enough to know the difference between good manners and flirtation! I appreciate good manners. I've been missing the days of the difference between men and women. It's been so nice to have been reminded the differences do still exist; and others appreciate, enjoy, and express that as well.
The different standard between the sexes is a must, in my book. That is to say, I appreciate the fact that men and women are indeed different and it's not a competition of rights. Every once in awhile, I remind myself as I'm coming in from chores, that this is how "real women" are supposed to be. I'm feminine but not dainty. I'm not fragile, but Scripture does say I'm the weaker vessel, and it's nice when Abba sends someone along to remind me of that fact.
Most of the men I deal with are very respectful, and for the most part, it's business dealings. The guys at the auction are always respectful, as are the feed store owners, and I love the fact the young men at the market call me ma'am. As I'm writing this, I hope I convey an appreciation for qualities in others that are quickly being diminished in our society. When a man opens a door for me, I smile and say thank you. It feels nice to be reminded that I'm still a lady. I make eye contact with that gentleman! I read a meme awhile back which said something to the effect that our society has become so rude that good manners are often mistaken for flirtation.
I'm realistic enough to know the difference between good manners and flirtation! I appreciate good manners. I've been missing the days of the difference between men and women. It's been so nice to have been reminded the differences do still exist; and others appreciate, enjoy, and express that as well.
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