After Midnight

Last night that magical switch flipped and the light came on. That instant it all became crystal clear. I have been reading a few radical feminist blogs. As I read through several entries and comments regarding male to female transsexuals I reached some rather disturbing conclusions. As a woman, born male bodied or otherwise, when I look at things as they appear to a radical feminist I must agree with most of their views. Given what they see of transsexual women we look bad, real bad.

If we consider any of the “transsexual success stories” we typically see a person born male bodied that worked 20-30 years gaining power, position and wealth presenting as male. How many of these people might have gained that power, position and wealth had they been born female bodied? I have no trouble at all understanding the radical feminist claim that these people not only enjoyed male privilege but used every ounce of it to their benefit and still enjoy much of it to this day. More often than not these success stories married women, deceived them, and fathered children. Doesn’t sound very female to me.

What radical feminist don’t see is the rest of us. Those of us that at best struggle to survive born male bodied never reaching a fraction of our potential due to our inability to cope with our gender identity. They don’t see those of us that when we displayed feminine characteristics at a young age had them beat out of us by a parent. They don’t see those of us that kill ourselves rather then live in a male body. Nor do they see those of us struggling to re-enter the work force with dated skills and little or no experience. Those of us that survive are out here and we out number the success stories by at least a hundred to one.

All I ask is what women everywhere have been asking for eternity, consider me for something other than what I was born with between my legs.