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Biological Gender

OK, so... I keep seeing posts and memes making out that science says there are just two genders.

Putting aside the issue of transgender identities: this claim is factually wrong

Scientists don't say there are 2 biological genders. Biology describes at least six.

Asexual, male, female, neuter, hermaphrodite and sequential hermaphrodite.

This is biology.

Less than half the animal Kingdom follows a binary biological sex model. The largest group is asexual, the binary framework is next both XX -XY and combinations of XY, ZW, XO, ZO chromosomes, , next is the triunary arrangement, breeding males, breeding females and neuter workers, as in eusocial insects. Clown fish are sequential hermaphrodites and will change sex. Many snails and slugs are true hermaphrodites.

Factually the claim science only admits 2 biological genders is incorrect.

Looks people give me.

Now this might be a poem,
It might just be a rant.
But it concerns
Some obsevations,
That recently I've had.

Every time
I catch somebodys eye,
I see and read a look.

A look but, never the same look,
Each look with a diferent story.
Telling me
about myself,
And the one I'm looking at.

Some looks tell of hatred.
Some of love and hwyl,
Some angered, some perplexed,

And so often I find,
I feel something back.

And I think about those stories,
And what they mean to me.
Forgiving hatred, returning love,
Seeing lies and wondering why?

And all in a fleeting look.

There you go, it was just a kind of poem.

Sex objects. (Who to, or to what sex objects, we don't really know)

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Cultures across the world have worshipped symbols of masculinity and femininity for all of its archeological history.

The evidence suggests that until about 3-5 thousand years ago the feminine dominated. And since then the Masculine has dominated. At least from one point of view.
Nice rotund pregnant looking women at the centre of things. Carved into rocks, moulded out of clay. The feminine raised as the creative goddess.
The phallus doesn't seem to have existed only from the time of what I shall call, 'the takeover'. It was around thousands of years ago too. It could be argued that the phallus and the womb were worshipped together, as equals.
However: something happened at the dawn of civilisation. Different religions began writing about how women were essentially the property of men. Rules written into the books of religions. Demanding the obedience of women, defining their value as brides. Ordering fidellity in women on pain of death. Women became chattle. Even the supp…

Reluctant words.

A poem
sometimes demands
To be written.

Words
Tumbling from fingertips,
Onto keys,
Or through a pen,
Onto crisp white paper
With a rhythm,
And urgency,
All  own.

And then
Sometimes
Not.

An Epistle to those who know me.

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O.K. So! Its like this right.

After living my life in a quite 'out' way for most of my adult life. Somewhere about a year ago I realised I hadn't ever openly talked about being Transgender online.

I had explored a bit using alternate profiles, but there had always been a boundary between that and the 'acceptable' face I was showing under my own profile, and incidentally to 'officialdom' too.

I also discovered that at that time, all I wanted to write about was my gender ecpression and sexuality.

I got stuck on this for at least a year.

Now I eventually decided that I should essentially 'out' myself online.

So a few weeks ago, thats what I did.

I doubt that this blog will change all that much. The random literary thoughts an narratives, poems will all remain. I want to present my whole self here.

How long will this need to express my thoughts on Transgendered themes, last? I don't know.

Having written and shared two viginettes from my childhood, I…

Transgender roles accross the world

Transgender roles in indigenous cultures across the world.

N. America

Two Spirit, is a modern term adopted in 1990 by indigenous gender variant people, to replace the anthropological term 'Berdache,' a French term which essentially means male prostitute, which was a demonstrable misrepresentation.

Lakota: Winkte.

Navajo: Nádleeh

Ojibwe: Ikwekaazo, M2F
Ojibwe: Ininiikaazo F2M

Zuni: Lhamana.

Mexico: Muxe

Third/fourth gender roles have been recorded in 130+ indigenous N. American cultures.

South Asia.

Hijra, Aravani, Aruvani Jagappa, Khwaja sira.


Pacific Islanders.

Tahiti/Hawaii: Mahu

Tongan fakaleiti.

Samoan fa'afafine.

Philippines: Bakla

Middle east

Oman: Kanith

Egypt: khawal

Turkey: köçek


Europe.

Italy/Naples: Femminiello

Britain: Mollies.
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OK.

Part of what is going on for me right now is trying to be visible.

In childhood being invisible was the thing.

The key to being safe is often being invisible.

But invisible people are not worried about. Transgendered people are attacked all the time.

Being visible is important. Quentin Crisp and countless others have shown us this.

But secrets are hard habits to break. And they become simply secrets by habit.

"I try real hard to be who I am, but everybody wants you to be like them," in the words of Mr Bob Dylan.. Nobel lauriet and all that.

So I'm getting older now, and life is catching up with me, and I think to myself if this part of me is not a part of everything, then it will vanish as I vanish. If I keep it secret in any context it is invisible. I make myself invisible. So I will not choose vidtimhood.

I am a visible tranny. I just wish I hadn't made sure there are no pictures of me through my early adult years. I was cuter then, young fresh faced, no beard …

To all kind people.

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To all those kind people, who have encountered me and plus 1'd my comments, shares, reshares and memes,

"Who have reshared my shares, reshares and memes." If that makes sense?

And probably haven't got the foggiest isea about whats going on with me following a recent, shall we call it a 'shift in my image'.

But who have kindly read and plus 1'd nonetheless.

And to those who made kind comments too.

Thankyou.

And I think that'll do


First epistle of the Tranny to the Theists.

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Hello...

1) You theists are an odd bunch. Why you imagine yourselves to be condemned to eternity, beats the hell outa me.

2) So busy believing you can't see whats in front of you, so busy grasping after more life you forget to live.

3) Desperate for an idealised father to rescue you from responsibility for your actions.

4) So busy deciding who and what is sinning, that treating them as things becomes like second nature to you, and there is no greater sin than this.

5) Some of you deny all evidence and claim the impossible, the illogical and the absurd to be true. An earth 6000 years old? Man woman and everything else made as toys for a bored omnipotent super entity on a dull Friday evening.

6) In your books, verything happens in one small circle on the map of the world. Why is that?

7) By your arogance you try to claim morality, as a tool of control. Absolute, predetermined, invariably the one you were taught as children. How might such a notion be just?

8) You claim your experien…

Big Gay A$#O/E

A, comment on a post I read today reminded me of a story.

Someone I used to work with some years ago, who thought he was a bit of a hard case. apparently went into a bar with another guy, neither realising it was a gay bar until they had their beer. His companion wanted to leave, but he wasn't going to leave till he finished his beer.

Even though he was a dimwit he was actually rather cute, so as you might expect a muscle mary, started chatting him up. He became a little aggressive and saying "fuck off you big gay asshole" took a swing at the gay guy.

Apparently, according to the chap who was with him, the target of this aggression, just stuck out an arm, grabbed him by the throat lifted him off the floor, carried him to the door and threw him out, with great ease.

Despite promising the opposite his 'mate', made sure everybody heard about his heroics. And for a long time after he was greeted by all and sundry as 'big gay asshole'.

Which is as poetic as ju…

The Family D'Alembert...

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Who am I, Part the second.

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Part the first available here http://djthetrainmanwalker.blogspot.co.uk/2017/04/who-am-i.html

Ok, so in my last post I started talking about secrets, and How I learned to keep them.

The next big secret I learned to keep, was my sexuality.

I had some vague sense that there were boys and girls, and that I was supposed to be attracted to girls. And since I liked the company of girls that didn't seem a problem to me.

But there were these other strange creatures called boys. Who seemed to me to spend their time wanting to fight all the time, but who being around made me feel shall we say exited. As adolescence started messing with my body chemistry, things got... shall we say somewhat confusing.

And then there was the 'Holiday'.

I was always a problem of some kind. Partly because I didn't back down from confrontation, and I fought like a girl. I.e. I would stand near safe adults when I could, but if I was cornered,  I scratched, I bit and targeted delicate bits of anatomy.

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Every time the suicidal nut jobs, do something they hope, will provoke fear in ordinary people, the first thing I think of is Frank Herbert's Litany against fear from Dune.
I'm fed up of writing it out, so I'll just post it here and re-share when required.
"I will not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
Or from a British perspective: "Keep calm and carry on".



In spring time, some flowers are up and wide awake,

And some are still half asleep.

Rubbing their eyes.

(Or whatever it is that passes for eyes
when your just a plant)

Wondering where the coffee is?

But when they are wide awake,

What glory we behold.

Who am I? Part the First.

Until recently I have strongly shied away from writing too much about myself. Allthough to some extent all writing reflects the author in some way.

And its hard to deny  that this is because of secrets. And not just my own, but the secrets of others. And as I write and tell the stories of my life, I may indeed change the names of some of the people in my life to protect the innocent, and no doubt the guilty too. 
When and where, and in what circumstances I was born, I may come to later in a later post. But for now I want to concentrate on secrets.
Teenagers keep sectets from their parents. This is because Teenagers are trying to find out who they are rather than who their parents want them to be, often want to try things their parents would disaprove of, or do things that might mean they are a different person to the one their parents want them to be. And then the biggest secret becomes, who the person actually is. Hidden from their closest family members, under an impersonation of th…