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Cut off my cock and call me Cassandra

Cut off my cock and call me Cassandra used to be a favourite expletive of a friend, rather camp, when told anything surprising. Uttered in a high, semi falsetto, it could be enormously funny. The fact that he was a male drag queen only added to the fun, although woe betide anyone who thought that being a drag queen made him transgendered. He would explain, with arch good humour, that the masculine men he liked were especially attractive when they asked a man in women’s underwear to bugger them, and being a drag queen was, in his experience, the best way to attract those sorts of men. He was, in short, a gay man with intriguing dress sense, who had grown up in a society where drag queens were one way of being  a gay man that he understood and could make his own role out of.

You don’t make a man into a woman by cutting his cock off. You may change how he feels about himself, but that’s no different to any body modification. I don’t feel different, as a person, now I am old, and less toned than in my youth. I feel different about my body, but the person inside is still, intrinsically the same.

My understanding of my transgendered friends who undergo surgery or hormone treatment is that they are changing some aspects of their bodies to reflect the person they already are. If I traumatically lost my cock it would change my outlook on life, and the way I act out my personality in my sex life, that’s for sure, but who I am would not change.

So what you may ask? A white middle class bloke explaining how he feels about his cock is not earth shattering news (as opposed to a white middle class bloke talking cock- or FoxNews, as it is sometimes called). Well, just this. If you’re a woman, and you think that the prerequisite for being a woman is that she has a vagina, what would you say to me if I traumatically lost my cock and balls? Would I then be an unman? Biological determinism always fails on the fact of biological diversity, that life is far more complex than the simple binary divisions beloved of determinists. That’s as true of sex and gender as it is of evolutionary history. Life is so much simpler if, instead of relentlessly classifying, you simply see people for who they are, not what they currently are,and value them accordingly.

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