I Am A Transwoman. I Am In The Closet. I Am Not Coming Out.
Jennifer Coates

I don’t think I’ve read anything that’s better deconstructed the self-defeating paradoxes of our current identity politics. I’m just another white, straight, cismale (mandatory disclaimer), but the big failing I see of intersectionality — at least as its commonly practiced — is by treating every identity as a kind of binary switch, we erase the experiences of well … almost everyone. You tell me you’re a woman? Cool, you’re a woman. Women have spent generations trying to widen the perception of what women can be and, while accepting transwomen who formally transition is a certainly progress, the dangling question is “why is transitioning necessary?”

But isn’t that the way of it now? Your identity needs to be card-checked. Black friends, or women, being called “white men” for having the wrong opinions. How you identify becomes subordinate to how a self-appointed priesthood class decides you are to be identified. How interesting that, despite all their protests to wanting to overthrow the white male as the default identity, they’re so ready to call everyone who pisses them off a white cismale?

Anyway, not sure what a thumbs up from someone with a dearth of oppression points is worth, but there it is.

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