I was born male. I have all of the requisite parts and pieces, fringe and accessories, that make me a biological male. Not one time in my whole life have I ever questioned my gender (or which gender I was sexually attracted to – another post for another day). I don’t understand how anyone could ever be “confused” about their gender when it is so biologically evident what their gender is.

But then, and I don’t know how to put this delicately or politely –

IT ISN’T MY FUCKING BUSINESS

What a person feels about their birth gender – what they want to do or not do with their birth parts – is none of my fucking business. Nor is it any of yours. To paraphrase the great Thomas Jefferson, it does me no injury for my neighbor to say he is a she or she is a he. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.

I have known and worked with one transgender person (as far as I know), and to this day I am very saddened by the fact that she didn’t feel comfortable to be open about who she was with our very open and friendly band of co-workers. And now I learn that the Cheetoh In Chief’s administration wants to erase transgender from the vocabulary of federal civil rights protections.

Why? Seriously. WHY? How does someone’s gender identity affect your life? How can you justify denying civil rights protections to someone based on how they feel about their genitals?

I don’t know what it is like to be transgender, but I do know that it is a shitty move to roll back civil rights protections on a group of people who do know what it is like.

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