I’ve been doing the readings for my religion class and I realized that gender essentialism does’t just make me sad—
Gender essentialism makes me grieve. It’s the closest word I can find that explains how I feel.
I am not sure how to express this grief except by:
(1) sobbing after I finish the readings
(2) angrily pointing out in class, “I would like to acknowledge that trans people exist!” (correctly guess how many classes I’ve had to say this in and I will dedicate a limerick about gender to you)
(a) make art
(b) drop out of society and become a hermit
(c) cultivate self-approval to develop a sense of not-giving-a-fuck and thereby potentially alleviate some grief?!
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- blacksheepboy- said: ugh gender essentialism is everywhere. It’s such a pain. So many of my psych classes are like that and it drives me up a tree.
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- glitterphoque said: I grieve for their narrow views, which harms them too. Not just trans people. It makes us all less creative. So, i also go with art <3 And I hang with artists and weirdoes and there is beauty and endless gendered creativity there
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- liberayshone said: (d) All of the above.
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- lightscavenger said: Can I become a hermit with you? We can gather up our closest friends and set up a little homeless village. (which incidentally, in the city where I’m going to college, there is one actually. A village of homeless people. Awesome.
- equivoque said: guess: 8. keep fighting the good fight
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