Willis does a great job communicating the frustration of a black trans woman in feeling sidelined in big tent movements, whether it’s LGBTQ+ movements, Black movements, or feminist movements, as those groups tend toward elevating their most palatable examples in order to gain broad support. But also how complicated it is and how she has felt empowered as well as overlooked by those groups, and how she has been in positions herself where she had to swallow a more status quo approach to efforts she felt deeply passionate about. She tells her story with a lot of humility and humanity and obvious journalistic training. Her relief when she encounters spaces where she feels seen and heard is the best argument for why more of these spaces should exist, and why larger movements have a responsibility to acknowledge and uplift their marginalized members rather than brush them under the rug. Plus her journey of learning to love herself is broadly relatable / inspirational.
I think I sought a more detailed explanation of what in her life made her identify as a woman, beyond feeling most herself in drag, and I would have been interested in a little more explanation of her personal journey after her transition: the elements of femininity that did or did not resonate, her thoughts on expressing that femininity, and the extent to which she grappled with choices around these things that could be seen to reinforce the gender binary, which she rejects. But she did touch on these topics, especially the last one, to a certain extent, and I learned a lot about what it looks like to grapple with an identity that doesn’t match your body.
Long quote to follow but I think it’s 1) a great example of Willis’s ability to place her very personal experience in the context of the long history of various and intersecting social movements and 2) just super interesting!
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There's this assertion that real women are defined by having a particular body type (certain chromosomes, female reproductive organs), a set of bodily functions (the ability to menstruate or get pregnant), or a certain set of experiences (usually categorized under misogyny). If anyone considered this checklist for more than one second, they’d see the cracks in the theory. For many cis women, at least one of these qualifiers would present an impossible standard to meet: cis girls and women don't all have the same capacity for reproduction, and some may never experience menstruation or pregnancy. Nor do all cis girls and women experience the same degrees of misogyny. While it may be unlikely, women can express that they've never experienced discrimination based on gender or sex. (Conservative women often make this argument in an attempt to undercut progressive aims.) Plus, no one could tell me that the average cis person would refrain from acknowledging the assumed girlhood of the newborn assigned female with the smallest well of experiences in the world. To be clear, cis girls and women's gender identities are typically respected without knowing whether they have had particular bodily and life experiences, not to mention their chromosomal composition, which most people would only really know if they were tested.
Witnessing Adichie platform this line of transmisogynistic thinking hurt because I expected her to understand, as a fellow Black woman, how feminism has not always welcomed more marginalized narratives and voices. Many cis people think that trans folks, particularly trans women, are claiming that our experiences are exactly the same or insinuating that they must be to be valid. I don't believe that is true. But that also doesn't mean our embrace of womanhood diminishes their own.
Even further, while it may be true that many trans women experienced some form of privilege in being perceived as boys or men at varying points in our lives, it ignores the spectrum of experiences that people assigned male at birth have. My cishet brother experienced a greater degree of privilege than I did as someone often perceived as a feminine, queer person growing up— and even more so once I was open about my sexual orientation. Even further, there is a privilege that all cis people share in actually identifying with and being consistently affirmed in their gender from birth than those of us who have dealt with some kind of incongruence throughout our lives.
Either way, privilege and oppression are not binary concepts. They exist on a spectrum and must be treated with nuance. Black feminists like Audre Lorde, Barbara Smith, and Patricia Hill Collins have long illuminated this truth in their own ways. If only Adichie championed this existing legacy in Black feminism and feminisms of color, one that brought women on the margins together rather than drove them apart.
Many Black feminists have constantly broken down that discussions on male privilege among our cis counterparts are more complex for us than the broad stroke that white feminists have often painted. We know within communities of color that men of color, although still privileged, don't experience the degree of privilege that white cis men do. It is beautiful to notice and discuss the nuances of the average cis woman's experience and the average trans woman's experience. However, it gets dangerous when we place all these requirements for one group of women to be valid versus another.
This public discourse reminded me that even if I'd had bottom surgery, I would still not be fully considered a woman by many. In fact, people might consider my medical gender transition a desire to fulfill a patriarchal conception of womanhood.
But honestly, this idea ignores that everyone, on some level, is seeking a life in which they are comfortable with their identity on their terms. Cis people have long opted for surgeries (breast and buttock augmentations, labiaplasties, rhinoplasties) and procedures (hair transplants, hormone replacement therapies) that are gender affirming and haven't been considered menacing for it.
I firmly embraced that my vagina would not define my womanhood, for I was a woman long before I even had the prospect of accomplishing this part of the journey. This transition milestone, like all the others, would be for me, not to fit into a "real woman's" club, not men or partners, nor the cisheteropatriarchy. I just wanted to feel at home in my body. If anything, having surgery would open me up to focus on the rest of my life. Plus, my desires for myself shouldn't hinge on others' judgment.