The argument against trans-athletes sounds similar to the argument against woman soldiers. Objectively, men are physically more capable. The strongest man will always be stronger than the strongest woman. That’s not sexist, that’s biology, and if you dig deeper, it’s also philosophy. The Masculine is more invested in the material world whereas the Feminine is more invested in the emotional/spiritual world, and our strengths reflect that.
That being said, there are plenty of women physically stronger than me. But the thing is, I’m just a normal dude now. When I was an average male athlete, only elite female athletes could compete with me. I’m not trying to say “this means women suck and men are always better.” It’s just experience speaking about the fact that while I was struggling to make it into the second team of my club team in high school, I was the star player when I got to practice with my sister’s college team.
I’ve kinda gone on a tangent. I’m not really talking about what I wanted to talk about. I kinda forget now, but I have a vague memory of what I was thinking. It was about the frustration around how politicized being “trans” has become that we ignore the people directly affected by it.
Female athletes are being called bigots by other women because they just want a fair playing field, yet others who have never picked up a ball in their life are using it as a way to discriminate, so the meaning of the debate gets lost.
I guess a conversation I had with a friend who’s actually in the military is what acted partly as catalyst. The idea of how he’s going to be in a life or death situation. Describing how he’s already carrying 200lbs of equipment on top of his 200lb frame, wondering if a woman who is already carrying 200lbs of her own equipment will be able to drag another 400lbs if he gets shot.
This is a really weird thought that’s rambled around whatever I’m trying to say, so I’m frustrated that whoever reads this will miss the point that, to be fair, I haven’t really pointed out. But whatever…I don’t feel like rereading what I’ve already written, nor do I feel like continuing. So I’ll just end by saying whatever you think I’m saying, you’re wrong, and leave it at that.