The naming of parts
April 29, 2011 § 11 Comments
Or, rather – what words can you use when the words typically used don’t make sense for the person you are? And how do you communicate those words to others?
To be less obtuse – for the trans person who would like to avoid the traditional labels for their genitalia – what are the options out there?
It’s not something I’d really given much thought to, being a rather vague and romantic person – hazy and/or humorous seems the way forward in general conversation. And double entendres and bad puns do, sadly, make me smile. Regardless of whether someone is cis or trans, male/female/both/other – it seems only polite to follow their lead in what words to use. Language being, after all, malleable and ever-expanding, and bodies, at the end of the day, unique and fragile and fundamentally separate from the signifiers used to refer to them – no matter how many times those signifiers have been pressed into our psyches.
I also thought that a central tenet of feminism was the deconstruction of the kyriarchal systems of demarcation within language, particularly gendered language. And, of course, bodily autonomy. So it actually left me laughing when I saw that some self-proclaimed “radical feminists” (really?) thought it worth their time to compose a list of terms trans guys use to describe their genitalia, and to pontificate on the wickedness contained therein. I won’t link to the blog GenderTrender as it really is rather nasty – but I will quote the list in full – look how imaginative people are!
The Short and Curlies
I think “Nightsaber” is my favourite – an allusion to Star Wars with a general air of trashy romance novel? Perfection.
I know this is a bit of a silly post, but I wanted to make a more serious point – that one of the things I love most about being trans, and about other trans people, is the constant overall transition from dysphoria and suffering into beauty and celebration. From the physical substance of our bodies, to the philosophies and systems that those bodies mutate and enrich – it may begin from a place of pain, but where it ends is somewhere truly glorious. We’re a continual reminder of the diversity of Nature – the unstable element that keeps things in motion. Like the archetypal figures of The Fool or The Trickster God – a threat to the fixed order of things, and a prompt to the repetitious “why?”
Just think – all of that just from allowing ourselves to freedom to use language in our OWN service, rather than that of the powers that be. Doesn’t that make you happy?
So, in that sprit – any awesome terms that were left off that list? Trans women, genderqueer people – anything to add? And in solidarity – I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours – after the jump…
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