It seemed to me that you attacked the statement as being untrue-- possibly because of your emotional reaction to it, which as you point out is mostly based on your relative ignorance of drag, or the multitude of motivations that can impel someone into the ritual. In myself, I have experienced some of those motivations.
You translated my term, "inequal" as "inferior." I am a bit more precise in my vocabulary than that.
But there are a myriad of ways in which my body fails me in competition with men, physically --and certainly culturally, since our society is geared towards male abilities by default.
In my life I have noticed the ways in which;
Men can, generally speaking, lift much heavier boxes than I can. And for longer periods, despite the weight and aerobics training I put myself through-- which as it happens, I can't really do any longer because my female body is breaking down a bit from the pressure.
Men can play professional sports in ways (culturally developed, admittedly) women cannot. If I write Age Of Sail, those were men racing up the mainmast, not women.
Men can, with equal training to me, pull a really big crossbow that I cannot pull.
Men can sweep me into a big hug and whirl me around, and generally speaking, I cannot return the favor-- and if the contact is more violent, I know that my female body will lose the contest.
Men can shove into someone else's body with their clitoral analogue in a way I cannot. Silicone just isn't. The. Same. And my fist doesn't always fit.
YMMV, and I really hope it does.
Let me say that age might be part of this disconnect between you and I. I am 53 years old. Every day of my life I wake up with a piss hardon that doesn't actually exist. And I do mean every day of my life, it happened when I was five years old, it happened when I was twelve, when I was sixteen, during two pregnancies, and it's still happening. In my youth there was absolutely nothing to be done about it-- except drag and a carefully cultivated sense of humor.
You young whippersnappers, and all that. I am not certain of your age, but I get the feeling...
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You translated my term, "inequal" as "inferior." I am a bit more precise in my vocabulary than that.
But there are a myriad of ways in which my body fails me in competition with men, physically --and certainly culturally, since our society is geared towards male abilities by default.
In my life I have noticed the ways in which;
Men can, generally speaking, lift much heavier boxes than I can. And for longer periods, despite the weight and aerobics training I put myself through-- which as it happens, I can't really do any longer because my female body is breaking down a bit from the pressure.
Men can play professional sports in ways (culturally developed, admittedly) women cannot. If I write Age Of Sail, those were men racing up the mainmast, not women.
Men can, with equal training to me, pull a really big crossbow that I cannot pull.
Men can sweep me into a big hug and whirl me around, and generally speaking, I cannot return the favor-- and if the contact is more violent, I know that my female body will lose the contest.
Men can shove into someone else's body with their clitoral analogue in a way I cannot. Silicone just isn't. The. Same. And my fist doesn't always fit.
YMMV, and I really hope it does.
Let me say that age might be part of this disconnect between you and I. I am 53 years old. Every day of my life I wake up with a piss hardon that doesn't actually exist. And I do mean every day of my life, it happened when I was five years old, it happened when I was twelve, when I was sixteen, during two pregnancies, and it's still happening. In my youth there was absolutely nothing to be done about it-- except drag and a carefully cultivated sense of humor.
You young whippersnappers, and all that. I am not certain of your age, but I get the feeling...