I was talking to a friend about this book – she is my go-to person for all things gender related. She lived as a lesbian for many years and so knows stuff I can’t even guess at. I told her that the strangest thing about reviewing this book (I tend to review while I read nowadays – one of the odd changes goodreads has wrought) is how each of my mock reviews started with me stressing how straight I am. It’s the strangest thing. Like someone about to review a book by a Nazi might start by mentioning they have Jewish friends.
Did I mention I was straight? Another friend of mine once told me he knew he was straight because he had never had a dream where he was having sex with a man, but frequently (if not incessantly) fantasised about sex with women. On the basis that you can’t really control your dreams, this does seem like fairly strong proof.
And because I’m straight and white and middle class and English speaking and male – Jesus, it is hard to imagine I could be any more boring… I am all of the zero states. I am what normal is defined by. But this kind of privilege is the invisible kind to those who hold it, even if it is all too obvious to those who don’t. Still, it puts me at a decided disadvantage – discrimination is something that happens to others and the most powerful lesson I can learn is to assume I don’t understand and to try to listen with compassion.
I’ve also been chatting with the person that recommended I read this book. I was saying to her that my daughter can turn her tongue upside down in her mouth, literally flip it. I can’t even imagine how this could be done. If I’d read it in a book, rather than seen it live and in the mouth of my daughter, I might even doubt that it could be done. When I try to do it myself I can’t even work out which muscles might get my tongue to do such a thing. I assume, then, that understanding genders other than our own must be much the same problem.
I found a lot of this book quite challenging. To start with I am one of the people discussed here who can’t understand how one could possibly know they would be happier as the other sex. It always seems to be like believing you would be happier if you spoke French before you have started learning French. If you are born male it would seem hard to imagine how you could know you would be happier female.
This is actually explained in the book. The answer is that you don’t know. You see, that was the other thing I’ve often wondered about. If you feel quite different after taking female hormones, as I’ve often heard you do – more emotional, and sex sounds better too, and even more ‘female’ – well, what did you feel before the hormones? But I’d always believed the ‘I’m a woman trapped in a man’s body’ cliché before, so I found this bit incredibly interesting. The bottom line is that it isn’t that you feel that becoming female will certainly be right, it is that you know being male is certainly wrong.
I’m about to begin reading a book called How the Irish Became White. The point being that the Irish were metaphorically negroes for a long time before there were black slaves in the USA. Uneducable, fit only for crap work, morally degenerate – the Irish prove you don’t need an easy to identify skin colour to mark you as inferior. When I was growing up I always assumed the Irish would find racism abhorrent. But then I met more Irish people and found that often the opposite was the case. That rather than loathing racism, they loved the idea that they weren’t the bottom of the pile. The discussion in this book on how feminist and gay rights activists treat transsexuals is another example of how we always love to find someone lower in the pecking order than ourselves to affirm our self-worth.
This book was also challenging because I prefer to believe that a lot of gender is socially conditioned and that genetics is very often overstated. The wonderful book Delusions of Gender shows that we grossly overstate the differences between the genders. I just find it very hard to believe there is a gene for applying lipstick or even for preferring to apply lipstick. But really, I’m not sure what difference it makes. Whether people are transsexual due to their genes or as their response to our gendered society seems an exercise in hair splitting. The fact is that they are prepared to go through hell and back to become their preferred gender/sex. I just don’t have the right to say they are deluded, even if I have to admit that I can’t understand what it is they are going through. I have to assume they know what they are feeling more than I do.
There were bits of this I didn’t agree with. She makes the point repeatedly that women are sexualised in our society in ways that men simply are not. But I kept thinking of those Calvin Klein ads. Then I thought about Elvis Presley thrusting his pelvis. Then I thought of the androgynous Mick Jagger. I think it would be hard to argue that these males have not been sexualised. Or even One Direction…
I started off agreeing with her when she said that it really isn’t anyone’s business if a Transsexual has had bottom surgery. But that it is almost invariably the first thing that is asked – and that transsexuals are about the only people in the world anyone would dream of asking such a thing to. “So, tell me about your genitals.” Is hardly an acceptable conversation starter with most people. My friend said that transsexuals can hardly expect people not to be curious – if they say they are transitioning between the sexes, then this is a fairly obvious and expected question. But I thought the author's point was good when she said that all this does is confound physical manifestations, particularly genitals, with femininity and masculinity. If femininity is a continuum rather than a fixed opposite to masculinity, then genitals are only one aspect, rather than the final proof.
There is also incredibly interesting stuff here about the gatekeepers – those who get to decide who can become female and who cannot. To get through this gate it isn’t enough to say you would like to have a go at being female to see how it works out. Rather, you need to prove to someone that you meet certain criteria. Often those criteria say much more about our society’s view of genders than it does about your desire to become female. Some of the quotes from gatekeepers are hair curling. If you look too masculine you can be as many women trapped in a man’s body as you like – you’re probably not getting any treatment. And don’t forget your high heals when you go to your appointment – you want to be a women, you’d better act like one, and one straight out of the most sexist ad you can think of.
I haven’t really seen many of the films she discusses here – The Crying Game, for example, or Ace Ventura. The point is that transsexuals are often portrayed as deceivers – seeking to entrap straight guys. Like most other clichés this one has had its day and ought to be seen for what it is – a projection of the homo-eroticism of supposedly ‘straight’ guys, rather than the deviousness of transsexuals.
While we are on films I watched Marwencol recently. If I had any idea what it was about I doubt I would have watched it. Like watching films about the holocaust, I know such films are ‘good’ for me, but actually, they take me days and days to get over and I would rather not go through that. Marwencol is about a guy who is at the pub and tells some other guys he sometimes wears women’s clothing. They later nearly beat him to death. The savage nature of their attack is dumbfounding. If you want proof that we, as a society, have very strange views around gender and incredibly strict policing of gender roles, this film goes a long way to providing just that.
Now, before you say that this is just a few guys at the far edges of the outlining tail of society and that most people wouldn’t do that – I have to say that isn’t such a great argument. Yes, they are much more extreme than general society would accept – but it is hard not to see these actions as being natural consequences to the strict gendering of our society. I’m saying this as someone who has never thought of putting on women’s clothing or being a gender other than male – but this probably just proves how well socialised I’ve been. As the author says, hand a man your handbag and watch him squirm. Try to put lipstick on him and see what happens. I think there is a pretty strong case to argue that the fear most men feel at being associated with 'women's stuff' leads to the beating the poor guy got in Marwencol.
I’m not sure what to make of a lot of this – basically, the argument at the end is that femininity has been grossly undervalued in our society and that many feminists likewise see the feminine as being frivolous. That it is only when both males and females begin to accept the feminine as natural, valid and universal that we will have a better society. But I can’t ever see myself wearing pumps or bangles. The problem with being female seems to me to be how much time it takes. There is a nice bit of this where she says she often asks people that if she offered them ten million dollars would they agree to live the rest of their lives as the other sex? Very few people ever agree to such a trade, even in theory. It is an interesting thought experiment and interesting because we so often ask transsexuals to do exactly that – live in a body they don’t feel they belong in – but without the money to compensate.
Now, while I’ve been telling people about this book I’ve found it insanely hard to keep referring to the author as she – like my desire to constantly remind people I’m straight while I write this, it is something I’ve found really irritating about myself. The author claims this is an example of ‘cissexual’ prejudice. But I think it must be a deep expression of gender socialisation, as no matter how much I want to think of the author as female, in the flow of conversation I found myself constantly using the male pronoun, despite myself and despite my frustration and annoyance with myself for doing so.
I was pleased I was right about the novel Middlesex too. Just saying… There is nothing worse than someone thinking they know about stuff they really can’t know about – that really shouldn’t be the role of an author. Writing isn’t about guessing, it should be about exploring what you know – at least, that’s my latest definition. For an author to say they want to write a book about a Intersexual, but not even bother to talk to one is pretty despicable.
A very interesting book – thanks Laia.