Look, there's a crack running right through our own communities. On one side, there's the strict TME/TMA binary. On the other, the transmed obsession with one narrow, medicalized path. And of course, the TERFs (and yes, the TIRFs). All of them are playing the same game: us-versus-them. And somehow, their "them" always ends up being us: non-binary people, folks with messy or contradictory labels, transmascs and trans men who complicate a clean, simple narrative.
What's the point? I'm serious. What is the actual point of fighting the gender binary if we just turn around and build new, smaller boxes inside the wreckage? We were supposed to be getting out of the two brutally enforced cages. But this? This just polices who's in and who's out: who counts enough, who's hurt enough, who's real enough. It's just mimicking the exclusion we're supposed to be destroying.
We have to aim at the right target. The real enemy is not the trans person whose life you don't understand. The real enemy is the transphobes, the fascists, the entire system geared for our erasure. Every bit of energy we waste on civil war—on debating the perfect victim or the one true trans experience—is energy we don't have to fight them.
This infighting isn't progressive. It's a sickness. It's the binary's final, brutal trick: convincing us to build its walls for it, with our own hands. We are literally doing the work for the forces that want us gone. And I am so tired of it.
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