Email exchanges yesterday, apropos my references to a subset of transgenderism which claims sex to be a ‘spectrum’, suggest I have not made myself sufficiently clear. So let me try again:
I do not deny the sufferings of transgender persons in a transphobic world. They have my sympathy and, should it be called for, my support. This is wholly separable from the issue of whether sex is a spectrum. The latter question is in turn separable from my view that the rapid successes of that subset of trans-women demanding legal recognition as women, regardless of consequence – and silencing dissent on pain of legal sanction and verbal thuggery – is deeply worrying for reasons set out in my previous post.
Now to lighter matters. I spied last Friday on Richmond Hill, or rather the Swale waterfall at its foot, a lass more bright than Mayday morn.
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